Hello everyone! I hope you liked the last chapter, because I have the new one right now!
I have some of the results of the last votes, so here they are for Muggle Schoolteacher.
Sirius Breakout:
Yes- 58
No- 13
School Harry Attends:
Ilvermorny- 31
Hogwarts- 26
OC School- 16
Mahoutokoro-3
Durmstrang- 2
Beauxbatons- 2
Snape Helps Harry:
Yes- 37
No- 26
There is still time to vote, so you better decide what you want and fast!
And the results for my new story are right here! *Drumroll*
The winner is...
Runaway Savior! With 28 Votes
2nd: Harry Hufflepuff 26 Votes
3rd: A Single Friend 20 Votes
4th: Not Just Charming 15 Votes
5th: A Sirius Decision 8 Votes
Runaway Savior will be the first story I add to my roster, but I plan on writing the other stories as well, in order of 2nd down.
Now, enough of the filler, lets get onto the next chapter of this story. I hope you like it!
*I do not own Harry Potter of any of its Characters.*
Chapter 11: Home is...
October 21, Late Night
Harry walked into Miss Mayfield's home, hand in hand with the young woman. He let his eyes wander over the door, which was decorated with his favorite flowers. The same flowers from his first day of school.
"I love Lilies too Harry." Harry looked up to see his teacher smiling at him. "When I was a little girl, I would plant them with my mother and father. We would arrange our garden with dozens of different colors, often getting the attention of many people in our neighborhood. The best part was doing it with someone you love." Mayfield's smile faltered and she coasted her fingers over the door, where stems and vines were drawn on, leading to the beautiful plants.
"Are you okay Miss Mayfield?" She looked down once more and renewed her smile for the tiny boy.
"I'm fine Harry. Now, how about I show you in." She said happily as she pushed open the door, letting Harry into her home. Harry felt like she was hiding something, but knew better than to say anything or ask about it.
Harry was led into the home, feeling the transition from the concrete outside to soft brown hardwood floors. The walls were fleshed out in warm colors. Soft grays transitioned from the hallway into the living room, which had faded sunny yellows and creamy whites.
Walking into the small living room, Harry looked upon it with owlish eyes.
The furniture was simple, but homey. A comfortable looking worn couch sat in the room along with a coffee table that was the same color as the hardwood floors in the kitchen and hallway. There was a love-seat in the corner of the room alongside a small table with a lamp on it. Against the wall sat a bookshelf which was filled with books and pictures of people.
Portraits hung in the walls, filled with pictures of flowers and buildings, along with a few more pictures of people, most likely his teacher's family. Tying it all together was a hanging chandelier, which wasn't fancy by any means, but matched the surrounding.
Mayfield led the bewildered Harry into the kitchen, which wasn't very big either. It had a two burner stove top and an oven along side it. The gray counters space was sparse and covered by several things, such as spice racks, several kitchen appliances, and a dish rack. The table was also grey topped, but the legs were dark brown, contrasting the hardwood floors below it.
At the table was a embroidered yellow table cloth and a vase with several fresh picked flowers sitting a top it. Four chairs sat around the round eating area, each of them matching in color to it.
"I hope you like what you see thus far Harry." Mayfield said quietly to the child.
Harry felt something. Something in his chest that he never felt before.
He never experienced this in the Dursley house. Yes house. He never felt at home there.
But here. It was so inviting and warm, and person here even more so. He felt water sliding down his cheeks and a hand on his shoulder. "I know it's a lot to take in Harry, but don't stop yet. There's one more thing I want you to look at." Harry nodded, his curiosity piqued.
His teacher ushered him down a thin hallway and he couldn't help but look at the walls as he passed by them, noticing a lack of something he was so accustom to.
A cupboard.
There was no cupboard. There might be a closet somewhere in the house, but he didn't see a cupboard anywhere. There were no stairs that led up to room he was made to clean, or a room he was pushed into every night after his chores.
No cupboard for him to sleep in.
The second to last door in the hallway was where he was stopped. He looked at the door and saw it was similar to the door at the front of the house, except it only had one Lily on it rather than the plethora on the other.
The vines and stems that extended out looked as if they were still growing, like the flower was still young. The flowers were not yet in bloom and were just at the beginning of their beautiful life.
With a click and push, Harry was revealed the contents and he let his eyes widen.
The room had a bed in the corner with satin bedsheets and blankets neatly placed on it, the wall behind the bed, a beautiful emerald.
There was a small desk with a stuffed black dog on top of it, accompanied by a dresser right next to it.
A window opened up the wall opposite the door, letting Harry see the front yard and the garden.
The carpet was cleaned and white, along with the walls that welcomed him in. On the ground stood a tiny chest piled with toys, something that Harry was never allowed to have for himself. It was so much more than the small child ever expected.
"Welcome to your home Harry." Miss Mayfield smiled at the tiny child who launched into her, tears streaming down his cheeks. She hugged the child back, knowing it was probably a bit too much for his broken little heart.
After the heartfelt moment, neither wanting it to end too early, Mayfield showed Harry around the room, letting him see everything that was his.
He denied it of course, refusing to take something so amazing, but she was more hardheaded he was. In the end, Harry accepted the new room with reluctance and tears of happiness.
She also showed him his dresser, which she filled with clothes.
There wasn't a lot, just some shirts, pants, underwear, socks, and a new set of shoes, as she wanted Harry to choose his own clothes, but Harry still thought it was too much.
Again, he lost that argument and found himself in comfortable new pajamas for that night, Mayfield promising him that they would find him more clothes when he was ready.
He knew he didn't deserve all this, but for the time being, he would enjoy it as much as he could. His eyes were heavy and his heart flying around in his chest. He wanted to deny this kindness, knowing he was only burdening his teacher, but his tiredness won out at the end of the day and he couldn't find it in himself to argue with his overly kind hero.
Put in his bed after cleaning up and brushing his teeth, Miss Mayfield tucked him in and ushered the already sleepy boy into comfortable silence. She wanted to read him a bedtime story, but the boy was too tired. Perhaps tomorrow.
She gave a kiss on his head and made her way out of the room. "Goodnight Harry." She said quietly as she closed the door and let the babe sleep.
"Goodnight Miss Mayfield, I love you." He whispered back, cuddling his new stuffed toy close.
If only Mayfield heard him.
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October 22, Wednesday
An old man walked out of his office, several of the trinkets on his desk now shattered via blasting hexes.
Albus Dumbledore was far from irritated. He was down right livid and nothing was going his way.
He went to Gringotts late last night to retrieve some more money from the Potter Vaults, only to find out they had been sealed. He of course tried to use his Magical Guardian card to get in, but they were sealed permanently and nobody could access the millions of galleons just begging to be used.
Only one person could seal the vaults, and that person was the same child that's been ruining everything.
Harry Potter.
The boy was in Diagon Alley and Gringotts and none of his informants even knew! So much for those damned Order Members.
People moved out of the Headmaster's way as he walked towards the great hall. He may have a fake smile on his face, but even the first years could see the anger seeping off him as he was brooding in his internal thoughts.
Dumbledore was infuriated. Not only about the lack of money, but that Harry had gone into the Wizarding world without his knowing. He was so angered at that moment in Gringotts that he may have gotten a bit too carried away and exploded at the goblins there. It was not one of his greatest moments.
Luckily it was late so nobody was there. That, and they were just goblins. They were meant to serve wizards, just like all magical creatures.
At the end of that very aggravating day, he was forced to pull funds from his own vaults. He had been filling them steadily over the past few years from the Potter Vaults, but he didn't want to spend any of it. It was money that he had been saving for a rainy day, such as when Voldemort was sure to return.
But now, he would need a cover up more than Galleons, and those who could do it weren't cheap.
He stepped into the great hall, seeing that almost all students were in there for breakfast once again. He held onto his forced smile, hiding his true feelings inside.
He walked up and got into his seat, noting that he was a bit late for the early day's meal. He might have been in his office a bit too long this morning.
But he couldn't help it. He received a letter from Amelia Bones this morning, questioning him about Harry's situation and well being. She was practically interrogating him in that little piece of parchment.
Him! Albus Dumbledore, greatest wizard in Britain, being talked down to by that damned nosey woman.
That and Fudge requested a meeting with him today about the Prophet's 'lies'. Such an annoying and spineless man who needed him to lead him by the hand.
Well, if it meant he had Fudge under his thumb for the next few years, then he shouldn't complain.
He sighed and summoned some food onto his plate. People were not doing what they were suppose to do in his book and it was getting on his nerves.
A chirping of owls forced him to look up and see that the news owls were coming in, along with letters for the students.
He had been forced to remove his blocks on owls after getting complains from his head of houses. He could have just told them no, but he wanted to look genial and understanding. That and people would get even more suspicious of him if he continued to block letters and personal information.
The news owls dropped stacks of paper onto each house table, allowing for the students to cut them open and distribute them amongst the rest of them.
He sipped from his pumpkin juice, wondering what the plan was for today. He needed to find Harry, get Amelia off his back, talk to Fudge today, get in touch with his informants and cover up experts, and get Snape to finish the brewing on the potion.
He knows it will most likely take a few more days, but putting pressure on the dungeon bat will make the man actually focus on it.
He looked up from his juice and noticed more students were looking at him once again, many with suspicion and fear. All of them held in their hands a new article from the daily prophet.
Putting two and two together, he grabbed his own and looked at the front cover with anger and horror.
'There was someone there?!' He thought angrily.
On the front of the newspaper was a moving picture of him yelling at the goblins angrily, along with the title that hit far too close to home.
Albus Dumbledore Stealing from Potter Family!
By Rita Skeeter
My dear readers, what I have learned will shock you to the core, as the 'infallible' Albus Dumbledore has done another sinister deed.
Albus Dumbledore was seen last night yelling in Gringotts at goblins. Several times, the man brought up the name 'Potter' as he looked down upon the small magical creatures and demanded money. Why would he be asking about money from the Potter family?
I learned the truth, and it is sure to shock all of you.
Coupled with the abuse of Harry Potter, we here at the Daily Prophet have learned that the man had been stealing from Gringotts, more specifically, the Potter Vaults.
He has taken millions of galleons from the family name, threatening to drain it dry with his excessive spending.
But how would he be able to do this? In what way can this man access the moneys of an Ancient and Noble House?
Very simple my dear readers, the man stole the title of Magical Guardian. (More on his access to Magical Guardian, Page 2) With such a title, Albus Dumbledore was allowed to pull moneys from the family vaults, as long as he was justified in his causes and it went towards Harry in some way, which it obviously did not. (More Information of Harry's Abuse, Page 3).
But where was the goblin to check the accounts? Surely someone in Gringotts would watch over the property of the Potter line?
Sadly such a goblin no longer exists.
From a reliable informant, we learned that the original goblin in charge of the vaults died 'mysteriously', and it was the same day that Albus Dumbledore made his first transaction from the Potter Family.
Coincidence? I would think not. (More information of Ex-Potter Accountant Riptooth, Page 4)
The informant wishes to say anonymous, but she/he also had this to say.
"Albus Dumbledore had taken millions from the Potter Family, using the lack of goblin and his Magical Guardianship to full advantage. I saw the information of his transactions and I can tell you that he had almost taken half the money from the once glorious vaults of Potter. It's deplorable that he was able to do this to such a powerful family."
"That's terrible!" I said in shock. " I know my readers are curious as I am, so I must ask: Are you connected to the Potter Vaults or Potter himself in some way."
"I am connected to Potter, but that is all I can say."
The informant talked to me about how he is planning on helping Potter recoup the money lost. He explained it will be a tough fight, but he refuses to give up on the Ancient House of Potter.
(For the full conversation, Page 5)
I also got the chance to speak with the new head of the Potter Accounts, who also wishes to stay anonymous, and the goblin had this to say about why Dumbledore had his freakout yesterday.
"Albus Dumbledore forced us to close down the Potter accounts, as we can't risk the man taking any more galleons. He most likely learned last night and was none too happy about it."
"Can you not stop him from taking money from the Potter family?" I asked in horror.
"If I could, I would do it instantly, but them man has too much power, and his fingers are too deep into the vaults for us to get him out as of now, so we did the next best thing."
"How bad is it if I may ask?"
"The best way to say it would be this. Had we not shut the vaults, Albus Dumbledore could walk in right now and pull the rest of the Potter accounts and put them into his no questions asked. Luckily, the man was too stupid to not do it earlier. Most likely thinking he would not be caught this early, if not ever."
(For the full conversation, Page 5)
Yes my dear readers, Albus Dumbledore has done even more damage to the Potter family. Stealing from a child, and one that he let be abused in the first place! Does this man have no shame!
I hope all of my readers understand the severity of this horrible situation. We cannot allow this man to get away with something so monstrous.
On the final note, I leave you with an important question: Should this man have as much power as he does? Head of Hogwarts, The Wizengamot Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, and Order of Merlin First Class?
Should someone like Albus Dumbledore have his hands in every aspect of the Wizarding World?
From your favorite journalist, Rita Skeeter.
Albus's hands were shaking, much to his chagrin. He tried to hold back the impulse, but his anger was vibrating off him in droves. How...how did they find out! And how did they get a picture of him from last night?! He looked up from the paper to see many students looking at him once more, most of them with hatred or fear.
He didn't even bother to look at his staff, he knew how they were looking at him.
His mind was swirling with fury, focusing on a few people that were on his permanent hit list:
The new head goblin of the Potter Accounts.
This so called 'informant'.
Rita Skeeter.
And Harry Potter.
He breathed in slowly, trying not to let his magic go mad around him. It wouldn't do to blow up and prove everyone's suspicions right, even if they were true.
He had work to do. People to bribe, others to hurt, and a child to kidnap.
His list of problems was ever growing, and it was going to be hard to stop it. The looks of distrust from first to seventh years was evident enough, even from several Gryffindors.
Oh, how he wished he didn't re-open the owl wards.
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Harry woke up in a comfortable bed and the smell of cinnamon tickling his nose.
He stretched his arms out and looked around at where he was. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he begins to remember the events of last night and smiles.
She was too kind. All this for him. It wasn't fair. Why would she get him all of this? He wasn't worth it.
He tried to shake the depressing thoughts from his head, but the same statements kept coming back up, repeating over and over in his head.
Luckily, his thoughts were interrupted by the voice of his teacher calling to him.
"Harry, breakfast is ready." He blinked up towards the door and smiled.
Getting onto his feet, he made his way into the kitchen and followed his nose to the smell. He was definitely surprised to see Miss Mayfield wearing an apron and placing french toast onto two plates.
It smelled wonderful! Much better than anything he had ever gotten to eat. The hospital food was great compared to what he was used to, but this was on a whole new level.
He must have been staring,as his teacher turned around and gestured for him to come to the table. "I hope you like it. I didn't know what you would prefer so I made what I was best at cooking."
There it was. A seat for him, at the table with a steaming plate of food just waiting for him. He bit his lip. Freaks weren't allowed at the table with normal people. He wasn't allowed to have normal food. He got away with it at school, but never at the house.
"Harry, I know what you're thinking. You are more than welcome to sit at the table and eat with me. You are apart of this house now, so you will be allowed to eat at the table whenever you want, and nobody will every take that from you. Do you understand?" Harry looked at the comforting smile on his face that begged for him to nod, to accept the gift he was receiving.
He knows he doesn't deserve it. He knows that freaks shouldn't eat at the table, and that he should stay out of sight.
But the look this kind and caring woman gave him made him want to forget every lesson taught to him by his family.
So with reluctance, he nodded and sat down with his teacher to the best thing he had ever eaten in his life.
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A short time later
Minerva walked alongside Fillius and Sprout to her office, the stern woman relieved that there was a moment for her to breath and put the plan into action.
And her luck was amazing, as Albus left not too long ago for a meeting with Fudge and to 'run some errands'. She knew that he was hiding many things from her, but at the moment it would prove to be to her advantage, as it got the headmaster out of Hogwarts.
She knows she should have more faith in her long time colleague, but the way he had been acting lately about the Prophet was far too suspicious for her liking.
That, and today's article seemed to hit him very hard. She could see the way he reacted, even after covering it up with a smile. The man wouldn't have acted in such a way if he was truly innocent.
Was he truly stealing from the Potter Vaults? It was hard for her to determine if he truly was or if the Prophet was blowing more smoke. The Ptphet would lie about anything to get more readers.
But just like the last article on Dumbledore, this one was full of facts and evidence that could be tracked. It was not a coincidence.
Pushing open her office doors, she made her way to her desk and began digging through it, much to the confusion of her two fellow teachers.
"What are you looking for Minerva? I thought we were going to search for young Mr Potter?" Asked Flitwick.
"We are." She stated as she pulled another draw open, only to find what she was looking for was not there.
"Then what is it that you need at the moment?" He inquired.
"I must agree with Flitwick." They turned to the voice at the door, only to see it was none other than Severus Snape walking in, his robes billowing behind him. "By the way, you should make sure the door closes behind you next time. Then again, like your lions, you tend not to think about the consequences of your actions."
Minerva would usually hiss back with her own lashing but at the moment she was too busy, so she simply huffed and continued digging around.
"I'm looking for something to help us find Harry." She coolly.
"You might as well give up on that search. Albus has already tried to use spells and magical items to find the boy. He's getting desperate and has asked for my help in his... endeavor."
"You don't mean a blood trace potion?!" Flitwick put two and two together quickly. Severus nodded. Minerva jumped up from her search and looked in horror.
"Blood trace potions are illegal and require the blood of the host, and it would have to be somewhat fresh. The oldest it could be for use would have to be around..."
"four months" Snape cut in.
"So that proves it, he must have been checking up on the boy, but didn't do anything about the abuse." Sprout said in shock.
"Supposed Abuse." Snape sneered back. He refused to believe that Potter was anything short of an annoying rich brat. He didn't read today's paper today. Just like the first one, it was full of garbage in his opinion.
"Regardless." Minerva cut in, walking into the middle of the group. "Our job is to check in Harry Potter, even if some of us do not like it." Snape looked away in disgust.
"We all agreed to help the boy, and I have the means of finding him." Minerva said as she pulled her hands out of her robes, revealing the secret item of her search.
"This... this is a work of charms, spellcrafting and potions that Lily Evans Potter left for me back before her death." Minerva steeled herself. "This is a permanent tracker, signaled to Harry's magical signature."
"It can't be!" Flitwick said in shock.
"Impossible." Severus said as he looked at the small object.
It was but a simple round sphere, which glowed a soft blue and had an arrow withing the middle that pointed off in the direction of the far wall.
"By holding it, I can determine how far Harry is, and which direction that distance is. It's keyed exactly to his position and can't be thrown off by wards. Based off a simple compass, yet the perfect way to know where her child was. The best part, it also doubles as a portkey so you can reach him in an instant." Minerva let a sad smile brush onto her lips. "She told me to use it for when she wasn't around to monitor Harry at Hogwarts, saying that he might be as mischievous as her husband."
The Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff house head bowed their heads. Lily and James were wonderful students during there time in Hogwarts. Yes James was a bit of a bully, but he grew up into a fine young man.
Severus didn't say anything, but couldn't help but think about his lost love and the hatred for Potter.
"Have you told Dumbledore about this device." Sprout asked.
"If she did, the the Headmaster would have already taken it or asked for it." Flitwick deduced.
Minerva nodded. Albus often liked to collect useful trinkets. Some on his desk were from years ago, and were from people who never bothered to ask for them back, or were convinced to let the genial wizard hold on to them.
Albus liked to collect valuable objects. And what's more valuable to Dumbledore than a device which lets you track the Boy-Who-Lived no matter where he was, or what time it was? A way to get to the child in an instant, no matter where he was?
Albue would be foaming at the mouth for something so useful.
But he never knew about it, and she hoped it would stay that way. Minerva held onto it and kept her promise to Lily by keeping it a secret, until now.
Now it was time to use it for what it was made for.
"I need all of you to clutch the orb with me. We will be going together to wherever Harry Potter is." They all touched the small glowing sphere, letting the feeling of magic from the object flow onto them. The distance, the direction and the target of the magic was flashed through their minds and they all knew exactly where they were going.
Lily Potter was definitely something.
"Are you all ready?"
They didn't have time to answer of even nod before they felt the familiar pull. The feeling of being sucked through a straw from below their naval, taking them to wherever the Boy-Who-Lived was sure to be.
(End Chapter)
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