~ *~* ~ *~* ~ *~* ~ *~* ~ *~* CHAPTER X *~* ~ *~* ~ *~* ~ *~* ~ *~* ~

Harry giggled as he rubbed a wheezing Legolas' back. The Elf Prince did not like the mine cart. He nearly lost his breakfast thrice and was just glad to be back on solid ground once more. When he could breathe again, he slowly stood up and Harry smiled at him.

"It was quite fun!" He told him.

"You and I have varying ideas of fun, then, beloved..." He told him. Harry just shook his head and pulled out his holly and phoenix feather wand and with a simple wave and tap to Legolas' ears, he smiled at him. "There, you can now speak and understand English."

"Truly?" He startled at how strange his voice sounded, accented and slightly deeper. His tongue also felt a bit strange, but then again that's how it felt when he first learned Weston and the other languages of the Free People, in time he would become use to it.

"I have called for tea and cucumber sandwiches, shall we adjourn to my office?" Griphook asked.

"Lead the way, please... and forgive us if we delay you... it is our first time within Gringotts and it's lovely..." Harry apologized in advance knowing that he and Legolas were going to be distracted.

"We are most honored, Lord Potter." Griphook smirked, knowing it was Harry's first time back in his natural world.

They traveled through the halls which were all made of ivory and marble, inlaid with precious minerals either refined or raw. The colors mixing into murals of the Goblin wars, their culture, making peace. Murals of creatures and their cultures as well. Portraits of Goblin leaders hung on the walls at random intervals and much like all pictures and paintings in the Wizarding world, they moved and interacted with the living. Legolas startled, but also thought it was most amazing.

They made it to Griphook's office and walked into the red and a gold decorated room to see Severus, Tom, Remus, Sirius, and several Goblins waiting for them. They took the free seats as the Goblins stared in awe of the Devi, since Harry had yet to don his glamours or to shift back into his human state.

"First and foremost, welcome home, Lord Potter. We, the Goblin Nation, welcome you and your own as Goblin Friends, Warriors and Shield mates." Griphook stated. "We shall answer your call to arms, within reason of course."

"Of course." Harry agreed. "Thank you Griphook, I am pleased by this welcoming. Now then, shall we get to business, I do not wish to waste your time more than need be."

The other Goblins liked that Harry would not waste needless time, but they would do whatever they could to make sure the Devi was happy and satisfied. Many were most lucky to even see one, never mind speaking with one.

"Right away... as we have discussed in the past, many of your family vaults had been tampered with by Lord Dumbledore. The first time it was brought to our attention was by Lord Mors Himself the night you were orphaned. My cousin Gravelnook was responsible for this and was beheaded for it. Many others soon followed in his punishment. Several contracts had been made by Dumbledore to ensure that you would always remain under his thumb and control. Monies were taken and paid out to many others. Most of whom did not know that the monies they received were stolen from you." Griphook began.

"However not all were innocent. These guilty parties were fined and forced to pay back the full amount plus a 10% interest. For each year they failed to pay back the full interest, another 5% was tacked on. After five years, if they still did not pay it back, they would be forced to work off the debt in one of our Mines. Some of these 'victims' if you will, are those who are fully aware of who the real Dumbledore is and wholeheartedly support his mad designs. Not to mention that Lady Magic herself also punished them by either stripping away their magic or marking them in someway that has utterly destroyed their standing in our society." another Goblin continued.

"Your Muggle relatives are currently in Goblin custody paying back their debt. From our understanding, you wished to meet them?" Another asked, this one a female, though it was hard to tell from her looks and deep voice. "We can have them brought to the office, the Mines are no place for your eminence to wander. Full of criminals and filth."

"If that is possible, then do so, if not, then perhaps at a later date." Harry agreed. While he wouldn't have minded going to the mines, if it was truly a deplorable place, he would not upset the Goblins by going against their wishes. Thus far they have only had his best interests and safety at heart, at least those who weren't in Dumbledore's pocket.

"Right away, your eminence." She snapped her fingers and a sheet of parchment appeared where she scribbled a quick note and snapped again, it vanished with a pop. "They will be here shortly."

"Good. Next order of business, or rather continue?" Harry turned back to Griphook.

"Yes. The discrepancies have been fixed and again the Goblins who willingly stole money from you and your vaults have been dealt with. The money returned, those innocent of theft were given fines without interest to pay back and given a warning. The guilty parties are currently being punished. The stolen artifacts have been recovered, those that have not, have been replaced with something of equal power and/or value." Griphook nodded, handing over the paperwork with all this information, a list of names and what was taken, what was recovered and what was paid back.

"The contracts meant to bind you have all been voided, most because of your... ahem, 'unfortunate passing.' Others because they were illegal and the rest because we have petitioned and proven in a court of law that they were fake or illegal. Any and all marriage contracts made around the time of your birth and the untimely passing of Lord and Lady Potter have been destroyed. The only marriage contracts are those made prior to Lord and Lady Potter's deaths. Most of them were made as contingency plans in the event that the current Heir or Heiress Potter did not find a partner of their own choice. You may look them over and either renew them, break them or leave them as is." the fourth Goblin spoke up.

"I will look at them after the war is over. I do not have time to even plan my Bonding ceremony, let alone read through several marriage contracts." Harry sighed.

"Of course. Contracts with the various businesses that had been made prior to your birth have all been triple checked, reinforced and are holding true still. The Potters alone own nearly half of Wizarding Britain, holding stocks and shares in nearly every business. Also the new ones you requested have yielded a vast fortune and we are keeping our eyes open for others of similar nature world wide." The same Goblin told him, setting aside several ledgers. "We shall go over the books at a later date."

"Thank you." Harry smiled before he gasped. "Wait the Orphanages and the Creature Centers!?"

"Are flourishing, we personally examine and interview each employee for both ventures." another female spoke up, this one young and clearly feminine in looks and voice. "Creatures and a few non Creature staff members have been hired for the orphanages and have been doing an excellent job raising the children. As for the Centers, they are most popular and are a safe haven for the Creatures especially now. The wards around both locations are near impenetrable and would require an Ancient Runic Master and Cursebreaker to even get through the first two layers, let along the other 68 layers."

"Oh good..." Harry sighed happy to know that the children for the most part were safe and out of harms way.

"Lord Slytherin has taken advantage of your orphanages and has been bringing in a steady stream of Muggleborns and Muggle raised children whom were being abused in their homes." A Goblin dressed in Slytherin colors spoke up. "My lord has also donated several of his properties to help expand the orphanages and even created a Primary school for the orphans and the non orphans to attend prior to Hogwarts or any other Magical school. It'll cut back on most issues the children face and thus reduce the changes being made to our society."

"That's perfectly fine." Harry told them.

Tom chuckled as he sipped his tea, "The wards around the Slytherin Properties are as old as Hogwarts, perhaps older. The children would be safe there. I suggest you look into the Gryffindor Properties and see which ones are suitable, all but Godric's Hallow."

"Yes that is a good idea, though I might convert those into Hospitals. St. Mungo's is the only Hospital in the whole of Wizarding Britain and while it is excellent, it is not always the best choice. I want Healers from around the world of varying skills to come work for these smaller hospitals. Not only can they treat Human Magicals, but also Creatures. Where one healer may not be able to help, another may offer assistance or take over. I want all people to be treated not just the humans." Harry stated.

"Excellent!" an elder Goblin croaked out. "Will you be getting potions mailed in?"

"No, I want to find Potion Masters of unparalleled skill to be on staff at all times to brew potions as needed, from the common everyday potions to the complex and extremely difficult. I will be providing the labs, the cauldrons and any and all ingredients unless they wish to provide those. There will be 3 permanent Potion Masters on staff at all times and up to 6 part time Masters, any one else may volunteer the time." Harry stated firmly. "Again, I want a mixed staff and they all have to be open minded and welcoming of all walks of life not just humans or catering to the rich. If Gringotts can spare a few healers as well and a Potion Master, I would be forever in your debt."

"We are most honored!" Flintspark gasped, one of the head healers and quite skilled at her job as well. "I will personally gather the staff for the Hospital! Is the numbers for both hospitals to share or is it a set for each?"

"A set for each, I want there to be enough hands in the event of an emergency and for war times. Potion Masters are required by law to have at least a primary masters in the healing arts before they can even attempt to apprentice to a Master and must maintain an active healers license if they wish to keep brewing potions." Harry nodded.

"I will speak with a few Masters and promising apprentices, I will also like to part time or volunteer my time when I am not teaching at Hogwarts." Severus nodded. "And I have several Healers in my employ who've voiced wanting to be allowed to test the open waters."

"Thank you, Uncle..." Harry smiled.

"Perfect!" Flintspark smiled. "Lord Prince, I shall get all the paperwork and details together and owl them to you at my earliest convenience. And as soon as you are able send those who wish to join the hospital to me. The sooner the hospital is up and running, the sooner those who desperately need the help will get it."

"Lord Black has opened his properties to those who are fighting on your side, the Knights of Walpurgis being your biggest supporters, though they are more commonly known as Death Eaters now." Griphook told him, moving things along.

"You will be living with me in Grimmauld Place for now, its small, but it's secure. Black Manor isn't a place for a Devi, it's saturated in Dark and the odd Black magic." Sirius told him.

"Thank you, Siri... Will Legolas be allowed to stay with me?" Harry asked.

"As long as he keeps his hands off you, then fine. I want to get to know you before I even consider allowing you to court my pup!" Sirius glared at Legolas, who gulped and nodded.

"Dumbledore has used his personal Goblin to try and circumvent our every effort, to attempt to break into your vaults and gain access to the information we have. He's actually stolen a few files, but thankfully they are only information about previous investments and profit sheets. But it was too close of a call. We can only prevent whatever we have access to . He still somehow has power of over the Potter and Black seats on the Wizengamont. He's basically made himself a king being the Chief Warlock, and the Supreme Mugwump." Griphook sighed.

"Do not forget he is the Headmaster of the most prominent and the oldest Magical school in all of the Wizarding World. It wouldn't shock me if he's somehow over ridden the old School Wards that require the Heirs of the Founders to add fresh blood every decade to strengthen and reinforce the wards." The Elder sighed. "Lord Prince, Lord Slytherin, Lord Potter and Heir Longbottom need to find the Ward stone and do this if they want to override Dumbledore's magic and wards. But that may also take time and effort because he's been Headmaster for more than 50 years and I'm sure he's found a way to siphon magic from Hogwarts herself, giving him a near unlimited supply of magic since Hogwarts is fed and powered by the magics of her charges as they learn and develop. Otherwise she is just a large castle that is somewhat complete."

"Do you know where we can find the ward stone?" Harry asked.

"No..." the Goblins looked so dejected.

"I have my ancestors books, I'm sure I can find a clue somewhere in one of the journals. Severus, you may want to look at Lady Ravenclaw's old journals as well. I will get in touch with Dowager Longbottom and have her search for Lady Hufflepuff's books. Hadrian--" Tom turned to Harry.

"I could always to call them here instead of wasting time that we cannot afford to be wasting." Harry told him flashing the Gaunt ring at him.

"And what if they do not recall where it is?" Severus asked.

"Then we can turn to the books, but what if the books we are looking for have been long since lost?" Harry turned it around.

They all got grim faced, but never the less they were going to try. They would look for the books first and then call the Founders, hopefully they find what they are looking for before too much more damage can be done.

"As soon as the paperwork is done, all the necessary information gathered. I want the hospitals to be made into the two second biggest properties Gryffindor has to offer. The sooner they are set up the better. The two biggest will be used as War Council meetings and Barracks. I want temporary Portkeys issued and charmed to erase the location of the properties from the memories of those who have not been personally granted permission to enter the property. Those with permission will be issued a permanent Portkey. All them will be reusable to save on time and materials. I will pay 50,000 Galleons in advance and whatever is not covered, please take from the main Gryffindor account. The main Gryffindor Homestead is to be left untouched. Same thing with the Potter's main homestead." Harry tells them, doing a few mental calculations as he thought of what needed to be done and how best to get it down without endangering his people further.

"Right away, my lord." Griphook nodded. Just then, there was a knock then and he smirked. "Ah, about time... Enter!"

The doors opened and in walked a large man, who had lost quite a bit of weight, but it was obvious that he used to be quite fat. Next to him was a painfully thin woman with a long horse like face. Both of them were dressed in rags, filthy and clearly exhausted. They looked around the room with awe and greed before they seemed to finally notice the people and drew themselves up, trying to look proper even if they were less than their best.

"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley. You have been granted a small reprieve from your sentence because my client wished to meet you. You will show proper respect to him or I will have your daily output doubled and your rations halved." Griphook snarled out, smiling with his teeth showing in a shark like grin that was anything but a grin.

They paled and looked at the gathered wizards and elf trying to figure out who the 'client' was. Harry, who had quickly looked away from his aunt and uncle when they entered, donned his glamours and human form once more before he stood up and turned to face them. They didn't recognize him at first until he walked up to them and they could clearly see James Potter's face and Lily Potter's eyes.

"Hello Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon. This is our first official meeting. My name is Harry Potter, the son of your sister, Lily and her husband James Potter." Harry told them.

Petunia gasped, bringing her hands to her face in shock as Vernon gaped in shock, sputtering.

"From what I've learned, I was supposed to be left on your doorstep and you were supposed to take me in. However that never happened because I was rescued by a kind person who raised me up properly and made sure I would be a good man. I am now 17, an adult according to Wizarding Custom and have taken my Lordships. My full name and title is Hadrian James Potter, Lord of the Ancient and Noble House Potter, Lord of the Ancient and Revered House of Gryffindor, Lord of the Ancient and Revered House of Peverell, Heir to the Ancient and Noble House of Black, Lord of the Ancient and Sacred House Emrys and Lord of the Ancient and Sacred House LeFay." he introduced himself.

"Wh-what!?" Petunia gasped.

"In short, I'm something akin to royalty, I certainly have enough money to be and that is from my father alone, never mind all the monies from my other titles." Harry told them. "You know if you hadn't stolen money from me, and if you had intended to raise me properly, I'd have been more than happy to give you your own fortune... but that didn't happen and nor will it." Harry told them.

"What?!" Vernon snarled, going from shocked to furious. "You ungrateful brat!"

"Ungrateful? How am I ungrateful? You have never done anything for me, never even met me until this very moment. Unless I was in a coma until this moment, I highly doubt that the man who raised me is you." Harry asked.

"I am your aunt! By blood!" Petunia snapped. "How dare you speak to me in such a manner, boy! Show me the proper respect-- ahh!?"

Harry had slapped her across the cheek and was now looking down his nose at them both.

"I am not a boy, I have a name and you will use it madam... and you, even think about moving and you will have a sword through your gullet before you even realized you died." Harry hissed, the Goblin guards having snapped to alert when the Dursley's began to get hostile.

"You'll pay, boy!" Vernon shouted.

"Oh really? Mother, father what do you think of that?" Harry asked the air, having secretly turned the Gaunt ring three times while thinking of his parents.

Suddenly a pair of ghosts appeared on either side of him and Petunia shrieked in fright as Vernon bellowed out and fell on his somewhat fat arse. The spirits of Lily and James Potter floated on either side of their son and they did not look happy.

"This is why I never wanted my son to be left in your care!" Lily hissed, her hair flying about her in her rage as objects began to shake in the room. "You're jealousy of me is so deep that you would be so cruel and petty to an innocent child!"

"We know what you would have done, hardly cared for him, left him in a cupboard, beating and abusing him for simply being better! Forcing him to cook and clean, calling him Freak and feeding him lies!" James snarled out, looking equally as furious.

"Accepting obscene amounts of money to raise my son, but would he have seen a dime!? NO!" Lily bellowed out.

"Calm down, Lil, you might pop something." Severus intoned from his seat as he stood up and walked over to her. "You look wonderful."

"Oh please I've been stuck at 21 years old for almost two whole decades!" She huffed. "You look good though and your man better be taking very good care of you because I will rip his balls off if he isn't!" She hissed at the Dark Lord.

Harry giggled and Severus just chuckled. Tom was hiding in his chair looking terrified of the ghostly woman.

"Snivillius!?" Petunia gasped recognizing the man.

Severus, Lily and Harry gave her that deadpan stare, a look so identical between the three of them, it was frightening.

"What did you say, you sniveling trollop?" Harry hissed, raising his hand, the woman ducking behind her husband.

"How dare you raise your hand to a woman!" She screeched.

"I'm sorry the only women I see here besides my mother and the Lady Goblins is myself and Uncle Severus and even then we do not consider ourselves women. Just because we have girl parts doesn't make us women." Harry told her. "I see an old crone, jealous and bitter, not a lady. I slapped you once and I can certainly do it again."

"And I would suggest you shut up, Tunie because you see, by accepting the stolen money to raise Harry, who was never supposed to go to you no matter if you were his only living blood relative or not, you indebted yourselves to my son. And then there is the interest you incurred from the Goblins. I bet you are being worked to the bone in the mines trying to pay that off!" James cackled, floating upside down and grinning at them. "You know Harry could very easily consider the debt paid and set you free, right? But then you fucked that up by being yourselves. Thinking yourselves superior, entitled and demanding things you have no right to demand."

"You called my son ungrateful... at what point in the last 16 years did you do anything, anything at all, for him?" Lily demanded.

"Last I recall from the ages 5-12, I helped raise him and if anything at all, he owes me." Severus told her. "However, I am not like you. I willingly gave my time and attention to him without expecting anything in return other than that he study and learn the material I presented to him. He's studied hard and has kept a steady stream of perfect report cards even after I was no longer his tutor."

"Exactly! And do you know who raised my baby? Do you know who made sure he was safe and happy? Taught him to be kind and respectable to those who deserve it? Then I suggest you turn around." Lily told them, a secretive smirk on her face.

They did, but slowly as they felt a very sudden chill in the air and this overwhelming sense of dread. They screamed seeing Death standing there, but their screams were cut short as he grabbed them by their throats and held them 4ft off the floor.

Your~voices~annoy~me...

Master,~may~I~end~their~miserable~existence?

"No, Papa, they have yet to pay back the Goblins and death is a mercy they have yet to earn. Why cut short their suffering? You can permanently damage their voices so they cannot speak, but no killing them." Harry waved his hand carelessly as he turned to Griphook. "I believe we've covered everything unless I missed something?"

"Prince Legolas has to go through some paperwork before he may leave the bank. We do not want him being attacked and taken prisoner or captive because he is a Non-human." Griphook told him. "It's merely to prove his sentience and his royal status. It is one of the reasons Veela and other similar Creatures are recognized as citizens and not enslaved or hunted. Royals have a lot of power and status."

"Well then let's get that done. I will unleash a horde of Ghouls if anyone touches my Alpha!" Harry nodded and Legolas chuckled.

"Be calm, beloved and come help me understand this..." He beckoned and Harry easily sat in his lap to look over the paperwork and between Harry and Griphook, he understood what was being asked and what needed to be provided before he filled out the necessary paperwork and gave the needed blood and the like.

Petunia and Vernon's screaming and sputtering were silenced before they were dropped down on the floor.

"Ah, sweet silence!" Severus sighed before he knelt before the cowering Muggles. "You brought it upon yourselves, you know? If you had been decent human beings, had even an ounce of kindness between the two of you, you wouldn't be like this. But oh well... now then I believe you have minerals to be mining! Off you go!" he waved them off with false cheer before standing and looking at Death and stating quite clearly, "Thank you, Father, you've saved me from going utterly mad!"

Oh~course,~you~are~the~Queen~of~my~Children~after~all...

Lord~and~Lady~Potter... It~is~time...

Lily sighed and floated over to Harry and hugged him as best she could as he nuzzled into her just the same.

"I wish I could stay longer, but that wouldn't be good for either of us in the long run. Be good, be safe and kick ass!" She chirped and kissed his cheek.

"And you, Elf guy! Take care of my baby or I will show you why I'm the King of the Marauders!" James threatened Legolas, who looked at him with an unimpressed stare.

"I would sooner make love to an Orc than risk ever allowing any harm to befall my One." Legolas' deadpan was something to be admired.

James nodded as he and Lily faded away after saying goodbye to Severus, who sighed. Petunia and Vernon were dragged out of the room and back to the mines where their workload was tripled and their rations now reduced to a third of what they normally get, punishment for their attitudes and just because the Goblins didn't like them. They would make their lives miserable until Death finally granted them that mercy...

Sirius smiled brightly as he welcomed his godson home, Grimmauld had been severely cleaned up since he's been home. Kreacher had been very displeased and highly disgruntled over serving Sirius, but had changed his tune when Sirius had brought home Bellatrix as well. She seemed to know how best to handle him and got him to clean the place up, replace a lot of the old furniture with newer and more comfortable ones. They even moved his mother's painting from the entrance hall and into the private parlor where the door was magically charmed to keep anyone not of Black blood out of the room.

It worked out because the room was silenced to keep anyone outside from hearing what was being said inside and muffled the noises outside of it so those inside could be aware of anyone trying to listen at the door, but dampen the noise level. It meant that the late Lady Black wouldn't be woken up nearly as often and if she was, no one had to listen to the filth that spilled from her painted lips. Legolas was awed by the display of magic that hid the house on the outside first of all, and that while it looked tiny outside it was much larger inside.

Gone was the drab and shabby wallpaper, replaced with beautiful paintings that had various nature themes along the walls. The paintings spelled to move and interact. Harry giggled as a herd of deer greeted them before prancing off as a lone wolf and black dog chased after them barking playfully. The forest theme seemed to be the dominant theme for the house, but changed to a mountain range in the library where creatures of the wind and sky flew about. The bathrooms and one of the informal sitting rooms had an underwater theme.

"Amazing!" Legolas breathed as one of the mermaids in the sitting room waved at him from where she was sun bathing. He waved back and she giggled before going back to her sunning.

"Magic is amazing, isn't it?" Harry smiled at his Alpha. "Too bad not everyone thinks the same thing... I wish the Muggles of my world were as accepting as the ones of Arda. We'd be able to live in peace and help our neighbors and our children would be friends and safe..."

"It is not fair, but at least your people are in abundance. It is only Gandalf, the two Blues and Radagast now, and I do not think our Istari are capable of having children or siring them..." Legolas told him, understanding Harry's sadness, but also feeling sad for the Wizards of his realm as well.

"I guess Balance has to be kept in all worlds; one cannot tip the scales too much or everything falls apart." Harry smiled softly.

"Well said, cub!" Remus chuckled as he brought in tea and a few tea cakes. "Bella's off at a meeting with her fellow Knights, she and the twins will not be home for a while yet, but do expect her to hug you and to harass you for a duel."

"I have enjoyed our duels when she helped me prepare for the Battle of Helm's Deep." Harry told him, smiling at the fun duels they had, spinning around one another while exchanging spells and dagger strikes. "She's helped me improve my knife work and taught me a few jinxes I didn't know."

Remus choked on a shocked gasp, but still served the tea as the four of them sat down to chat. While Harry was friendly enough with them, he essentially didn't know anyone he was suppose to know from his Godparents to the friends he's never even met yet. Sirius came in after having a small chat with his mother's painting, extracting a promise that if he allowed her to meet Harry, she wasn't to let loose her usual venom.

"Sorry, was talking to the old bat. She is adamant about meeting the one I named my Heir, but I forced her to not be her usual 'charming' self... let's see how long that lasts." Sirius sighed.

"I could always use Fiendfyre on her if she's too rude." Harry told him, a cold glint entering his eye. Death had informed him of Walburga Black's views, her mindset and nothing about her endeared her to him. The only good thing she ever did was give birth to Sirius and Regulus.

"..." The two older wizards gaped in shock, but closed their mouths. "Wow..."

"You may look like James and Lily, but you're nothing like them..." Remus breathed.

"It's best you get any preconceived notions about me out of your minds. I was not raised to be anything but myself. I have lived my whole life learning, studying and preparing for this war and once it is over, I wish to do what I please, be it a teacher, a librarian or even a good Omega and staying at home." Harry told them, his tone flat and cold. "I barely remember you two, but I do know you to some degree. I will allow you some leeway, but overall I am not who you think I am and I will not be who you want me to be. Uncle Sev learned first hand that I am not James Potter nor am I Lily Potter. I am Harry, just Harry."

They nodded, they could do that, though it might be a bit hard.

"Good. I want you to understand that when this war is over, there will be severe and drastic changes to the world around us. I will be bringing back a lot of the old traditions and merging them into the modern ones. While many Magicals are set in the old ways, and yes its good that they wish to keep them alive, but being obstinate about change or moving forward is not good. Muggleborns and Muggle raised who are too spoiled or not taught the traditions will continue to see the Old Ways as barbaric and savage. Blending the Past and the Future is the only option we have if we want to preserve our culture, but move forward out of the Dark Ages." Harry began, his tone firm and something of a born leader, but still kind to show he was not intending harm or insult.

"Almost all of the Old Ways have been deemed Dark Magic and thus are illegal." Remus told him.

"Magic is Magic. The only time it becomes a different type of magic is when someone uses or dabbles in Black Magic. Very few have ever studied and mastered Black Magic with little to no consequences. Morgana LeFay is one such Black Magic Mistress. I have studied it, but do not and cannot use it because of the very nature of my Creature. Black Magic makes me ill, quite literally so. However there are Black Magic Masters out there who would be able to safely teach the children about it, how to use it in an emergency, but overall caution them against meddling with it." Harry told them.

They were silent as they thought about his words. Most of them had grown up either being taught the Old Ways or were raised to believe that certain magics were Dark and thus 'evil' while others were Light and thus 'good.' But back when their people were still young and learning themselves as well as their magic, Magic was neither good nor evil, it was what someone did with it that gave certain magics the title of 'evil' or 'dark.' Black Magic even seemed like it was alright, as long as one knew what they were doing and was extremely careful! Hell the greatest Witch of all times, Morgana LeFay is one of the too few to have mastered Black Magic!

And to know that Harry had learned it, even if he cannot and would not use it was a shock. They had heard the stories from those who had interacted with the young man as he grew up, about how he detested Black Magic, especially Leech Craft. They heard of Grima Wormtongue and how the man had coward in light of Harry's fury. The man had enslaved his own king, allowed his people to be raped and murdered in droves all for a woman, who saw him for the lowly cur he was and would not allow herself to be swayed by his sweetened poison.

"Creatures will be given rights and laws to protect them as much as the Human Magicals are. They will be allowed to move their territories and expand them as needed, they will be allowed to join the Wizengamont to voice their concerns and their complaints. They will be allowed to vote on new laws and in trails. Azkaban will be over hauled and expanded to house all criminals or a new jail will be built for minor offenses while the truly deplorable will be left to Azkaban and the Dementors." Harry told them, sipping his tea. "I have thought long and hard about what needs to be fixed, gentlemen, and I aim to make this world one of peace."

"And what about the Muggles? Will we continue to hide from them?"

"For now. However Muggle Studies will be mandatory for everyone to take, in the Primary schools that will soon be established, at Hogwarts and courses will be offered to adults. While the older generations rarely interact with Muggles, they are so far behind the times even in fashion, that they expose us quicker than Muggleborns and Muggle raised children, who know what is acceptable to Muggles and what is not." Harry told them. "Muggle Technology is much more advanced than anything we have. They could very easily find us through their technology and we would be sorely under prepared and vulnerable. I will also be making Wizarding customs mandatory for the Muggleborn and Muggle Raised as well, we need everyone to understand each other and why both are needed to keep our society flourishing."

"So by learning about their culture and their technology, we could better protect ourselves against them?" Remus summed up.

"Yes and I've actually challenged a few Magicals, both older and younger to find ways to ward Muggle tech to either work around or with magic. One man has found how to work a telly off of a simple electricity rune !" Harry smiled happily.

"Wait-- Arthur!?" Sirius gasped, smiling happy. "You're his secret benefactor!?"

"Him and his twin sons it seems. I am the one who gave them the 1000 galleons to pay for their joke shop and it's one of my best investments thus far, especially since the pranks double as defensive wares." Harry nodded.

"I'm confused..." Legolas voiced after remaining silent for a while, listening to the conversation, but ultimately realizing he was lost.

Harry then began speaking in Elvish, quickly explaining everything to his Alpha. The language was musical and beautiful to listen to. Remus and Sirius couldn't help but lean forward, eyes closed as they listened to the subtle changes. Even the creatures in the paintings gathered in the room to listen, Kreacher silently popped in to listen as well, eyes wide with wonder and awe. When Legolas replied back, they could hear the vast difference between Harry's Elvish and Legolas'. The Elf clearly the native speaker, had a flow and grace to his words that was memorizing, Harry's while just as pretty and musical, it was accented slightly, which lent some words a strange lilt to them.

"... I see now..." Legolas murmured, sipping his tea and seeming to stare into the middle space. "Perhaps the others could lend their aid for the change in government? They would be able to help bridge the gaps between all peoples, Magical, Creature and Muggle alike. Perhaps even allowing your Muggle Governments to be aware of you would help you move about Muggle society better? Or just the Muggle Leaders if the Governments prove to be threats?"

"I was thinking of something similar as well, but for now we need to focus on Dumbledore and dismantling his carefully constructed empire. By working on the smaller things first, it will give us stronger footholds later to take him down." Harry told him.

"We've been working with getting our people to safety, spreading doubt among the sheeple and slowly swaying the poor and working classes to our side." Sirius spoke up.

"Greyback has been communicating with the other Were communities, getting peace treaties, alliances or agreements to remain neutral for the upcoming fight. Severus has been handling the Shades and their kind, I've become something of a hero to the Bitten community and am doing my best to prepare those willing to fight." Remus told him.

"I've actually made friends with other Purebloods and have been going to enough parties and gatherings, using my charms and my Black upbringing to sway the masses at least into neutral standing." Sirius chuckled.

"Then that means I will have to have a few interviews. Carefully construct my stories, make sure the right evidence is found... The good thing is I do not have to really lie, I can even impact the Magicals and Creatures in one shot by announcing my courting with Legolas." Harry smiled at said Elf.

"And I will be more than happy to help you, I do not have to know much about this world to be able to impart important life changing information. After all my people are secluded away and only venture out when needed or if the desire to see the world is truly strong enough. And as an Alpha intending to court his Omega, I am duty and honor bound to aid you in any endeavor you wish to take part in." Legolas chuckled. "Besides, if your people are so heavily magic reliant, it will be quite humors to see them attempt to stop my arrows."

"Yes, you're the sharpest archer I have ever seen and you're a rapid shooter too. They may be able to stop a few arrows, but would not be able to stop the others because they did not see them in time." Harry chuckled.

"Alright, so an interview... If I remember correctly you own major shares in several Publishing departments. This includes the Daily Prophet and a quaint little magazine called the Quibbler." Sirius mused. "Kreacher-- oh, there you are, could you get me the Publishing ledgers? I need to find a few reliable reporters to hold interviews with Harry."

"Right away, Master..." Kreacher popped off, not even bothering to insult Sirius like he normally would.

"Huh... he's being a lot nicer than usual..." Remus mused. "I wonder how long he's been standing there..."

"Long enough to know that I intend to do good by everyone. While I understand House Elves require a bonding between themselves and a Magical or a Magical building such as Hogwarts or the Ministry to anchor them and to stabilize their magic or they die, it does not mean that they are enslaved. They could earn a small wage, have time off to do whatever they wish. They could wear proper uniforms instead of dressing like urchins. They can be taught to read and write, it would certainly make certain jobs easier for them. They are highly intelligent you know, but because of their funny speech pattern, many think them stupid." Harry sighed.

"Huh..." Sirius breathed, he's grown up with Kreacher always being a rude and cantankerous old thing so he's never bothered to get to know him and he's rarely seen other House Elves to really interact with them. "You know I've never noticed nor paid much attention to that before... I'm so use to Kreacher that I just don't notice it and what few other House Elves I've ever interacted with, it was always so brief that I never bothered to look beyond that."

"The House Elves of Hogwarts are a cheerful bunch, always keeping everything running and unless you come to them in the Kitchens, you never interact with them... but they did seem to wear some form of uniform. It seems that House Elves are nudists by nature, but what they consider clothing is pillow sacks because they are usually soft to not agitate their skin and free flowing enough to give them maneuverability." Remus points out, as a DADA Professor, he had looked up and studied many Creatures to make sure he knew what he was talking about and how best to teach his students to understand and either interact with them or safely avoid them.

"Milly wears doll dresses. She's also highly skilled in potions and warding that the few times I've ever needed her to protect me, she's done so fiercely. She warded my rooms when I went into heat and she took care of me without needing to be ordered or asked. She's also the one I speak to when I need information because when she's not doing anything for me, she spends her time reading, learning and studying. I plan to let her open her own potion shop when this war is over. She can stay bonded to me, but essentially be her own master." Harry told them as Kreacher popped back up and handed over the small stack of books to Sirius.

"Anythings else, Master?"

"No, no thank you, Kreacher-- ah before I forget, Kreacher, this is Harry, my godson, the grandson of Dorea Black."

"Mistress Dori's Grandson welcome. Kreacher bes servings him as bestings he can..."

"Thank you, Kreacher. I hope you aren't busy, but could you help Milly unpack both mine and Legolas' belongings? And please show Legolas the utmost respect, he is a Prince and would take easy offense if you ruin his belongings." Harry told him.

Kreacher gaped at Legolas and then bowed low, murmuring his consent and popping off.

"What--" Remus started.

"Just giving him some incentive to actually be nice to Legolas. Elves would recognize each other and not all Elves are friendly to their fellow kinsman. I know Kreacher hates Uncle Severus because he's a Shadow Elf. Legolas is a Wood Elf, someone close to the House Elves, who are nature borne unlike their Elemental cousins." Harry told them. "Pissing off the Prince of Wood Elves is like committing social suicide."

"Ah, and as he sees that Legolas is friendly with his fellow Elves, regardless of their Elemental background, he will have no other choice but to be nice and interact with others... sly."

"Well I've been told I show markers that make me fit perfectly into all four Houses of Hogwarts, though my Gryffindor courage and Slytherin cunning seem to be at the forefront." Harry smiled.

"Alright, we can debate House Politics later... here are the Reporters with the most readers, but varying reputations. I would suggest you go with a happy medium, you want someone who would report the truth and not twist what you say." Sirius interrupted as he handed over a couple of ledgers. "Mr. Bobb is a popular reporter, who has gained insightful and semi important interviews in the past. He does all his interviews with a Quick Quotes Quill that has been seeped in Veritaserum and parchment that was treated with it as well. Making it impossible to write falsely even if he tried."

Harry looked the man's info over, saw he was a nice middle aged wizard, married with kids and was devoted to writing the truth no matter how boring or painful it was. He would be a good choice. And the paper he writes for, Wizarding Newsletter, was a good paper that had a small, but loyal following.

"I would also suggest Ms. Crysta for Witch Weekly. She's young, a bit flirty, but a very serious reporter. She would make sure to write an accurate article as well as using direct quotes. She's got a strong following and is quite famous for her well written beat downs to her rival, Rita Skeeter of the Daily Prophet. Whom, unfortunately, is the best reporter for the DP, but has a terrible habit of exaggerating the truth or twisting it to get the most readers. You would have to get her to swear to either an unbreakable vow or get her to sign a binding contract to keep her well within parameters otherwise she will do as she pleases." Sirius grimaced while talking about Skeeter.

"And you have to be very careful about what you say or don't say. If she thinks your holding something back, she somehow finds it out and exposes it... In fact that is how I was fired from my position as the DADA Professor after nearly three years. She found out about my furry problem and wrote such a scathing article, parents were baying for my head on a silver platter. I resigned as soon as I saw it and left quietly." Remus sighed.

"..." Harry narrowed his eyes and then he smiled softly, but with a steel edge to it. "Oh really?"

"Rem, I promised you I'd get her back... I'm still working on that--"

"You won't get her back, because I'd have raked her across the coals long before you even get a toe in the door." Harry promised him. "Hmm, Xenophilius Lovegood?"

"A quirky man, but he's a good honest man. The Quibbler is actually quite enjoyable even if many others think it is a load of rubbish. It's the only paper that is 100% Creature friendly." Remus told him, trying to get them off the topic of Rita Skeeter and her blasted quill.

"Hmm... Alright. I will speak with all four of them!" Harry announced.

"What?!" His godfathers gasped.

"I want to have my interviews with all four of these reporters. Three of them are guaranteed to right the truth, Skeeter could be either bribed or threatened into telling the truth, but considering that I am who I am, I doubt she wants to make an enemy of me." Harry smirked darkly.

"And his Slytherin side is showing!" Sirius cheered happily.

"Is that really a good thing?" Legolas wondered.

"Oh yes! Slytherins, true and proper Slytherins, would use their cunning and ambition to get what they want! In this case, Harry wants the whole of the Wizarding World to know that he's back in the world and that he aims to end this war, but at the same time, he's announcing his views and thoughts by telling the Wizarding world that he's courting a Creature and not just any Creature! A Royal!" Sirius grinned.

"This will endear him to the Creatures, get him a strong foundation to stand on. It would also tell his enemies where he stands and that he will not be budged from that spot. Since everything that everyone knows about Harry is only speculation and rumor, preconceived notions all around and false information. This will certainly turn everyone on their heads. And because there are going to be four popular and reliable, well somewhat in Skeeter's case, reporters, they will have no choice but to believe what they see in the paper." Remus continued.

"And besides, this will also get the sheeple to finally pull the wool off their eyes and actually see the world for what it is. To get those who buried their heads in the sand to take a stand -Silence, I know that rhymed!-. By becoming the Wizarding World's latest Darling, I am getting every eye possible on me, which makes moving my people so much easier into position. The trick that Muggle magicians use is that while you are so focused on what they want you to pay attention to, you don't notice what they are really doing..." Harry chuckled. "By having everyone watching my every step, listening to my every word, they don't notice that what I am really doing is allowing our people to do what they need to in order to help us win this war."

"Ah, like when King Thorin had a small group of warriors to distract the enemy forces, while allowing Bilbo and his group to sneak behind enemy lines and rescue our captive comrades." Legolas says, dawning understanding filling his eyes.

"Exactly!" Harry smiled.

"Then let's get to work!" Remus flicked his wand out to summon parchment and quills. "We need to set up a day and time for them to come... are we doing this one at a time or all together?"

"Together, this way no one has a chance to change the story around or to add to it that doesn't need it. And I don't feel like repeating myself. I hate repetition." Harry huffed.

"Alright.. how soon do we want this? Where can we have it and what time?"

"I plan on making some very public appearances first, you know have the sheeple see me first before we hit them with the interview." Harry smirked. "I was thinking of some shopping in a few places, Diagon, Hogsmeade and maybe Babylon?"

Remus chuckled as he nodded and took notes. They spent the next couple of hours writing letters, making plans and setting up the first step to their plan...