Unforgiveable Jinx

When the Room of Requirement takes Harry to his ancestral home to provide him with some privacy, the teenager meets the portrait of his grandfather, Fleamont Potter. They contact the goblins and set the kneazles loose among the owls – the goblins declare an audit of all Dumbledore's spending for the last ten years. Harry discovers uncomfortable news about his mother's ancestry and then spells written in parseltongue that let him change some terrible spells. Magical Britain changes that fall and Dobby has fun creating mischief across the island.

Bashing Dumbledore and Weasleys. SLASH. Harry is gay but only 14 so just look for him to be watching how adults react to the news.

This Harry Potter story was written for fun. All rights belong to the wonderful lady (JK Rowling) who gave the world Harry Potter to read and enjoy.

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{Parseltongue conversation}

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Scene Break: Discussion at Gringotts

It was just two days before Bill Weasley asked for an appointment with Darkest, the Potter accountant. Upon hearing the request, the goblin collected galleons from Holcomb and Instreams – they believed the Potter family magics would take longer to convince the curse-breaker to speak about an 'important matter'.

"Good morning, Darkest," Bill greeted. "May your gold increase evermore."

"May your vault fill with gold, Curse-breaker Weasley," the goblin replied politely. It was midmorning on a Wednesday and bloody greetings were not as appropriate as on a Monday morning. The goblin waved the wizard to a human-sized chair and a house elf appeared with tea and croissants. The creature stared a little too long at the wizard before realizing what she'd done so she curtseyed and popped out.

Darkest smirked; Dobby Potter-Black-Slytherin Head Elf visited three times to ask questions about the Red Curse-Breaker, the wizard's health, vaults, shoe size and sleeping habits. He'd also heard that the offices of Holcomb and Instreams were visited by the little elf who did the cooking, and the powerful old elf who would be a guard, asking questions about Weasley, his past jobs, and living quarters. The wizard's living quarters, robes and books were spotless without doubt if the Heir's elves were already taking notice.

"I have some questions that the 'ring' thinks I should discuss with you," Bill said as he drew the ring from his pocket and sat it on the desk in front of Darkest. The goblin had not known what to expect but he was pleased to see the ring very close to the edge of the desk next to Bill's chair and not further away.

"The ring is talking to you?" Darkest asked. "Are you having conversations with the family magic?"

"Not exactly conversations," Bill said. "I have questions and there are images that appear in my mind. I asked about Heir PBS and his history and the ring only sends me darkness. Not evil – just darkness – but it won't tell me about his past."

The goblin nodded slowly, "That would be something that only he should tell you."

Bill frowned, "And that tells me that there is something bad in his history."

Darkest made no comment and waited for the young man to continue. "The family magics always throw up three images – three house emblems."

"Yes, Potter, Black and Slytherin," Darkest nodded. "Heir PBS can explain how he came to be the Heir for both Black and Slytherin as well as Potter."

"What can you tell me?" asked Bill.

The goblin grinned. "The price of gold is rising, the muggle British and French will soon complete a tunnel underneath the channel and connect Britain to the mainland for the first time in thirty thousand years. Those are all things that I can tell you."

The curse-breaker snorted and reached for a tea cup. "I have watched the images of Harry for the last few days. He is not a typical teenage boy."

"Without question, Heir PBS is honest and kind to his own detriment at times, but I am certain he can be ruthless when required. Gringotts is teaching him that attribute when dealing with Albus Dumbledore, your parents, and the unfortunate agreement."

"Which ended when my sister renounced the betrothal," Bill said.

"Or not…" Darkest added. "I understand the PBS family magic considers the Weasley family to be in great debt now – ignoring life debts, attempted line theft. To alleviate the debt, the Heir asked you to tutor him in battle magics."

"He spoke to me in parseltongue and I understood him – or my magic understood his words…the hissing," Bill said. "There are no traces of any enchantments on me but I understood parsel."

Darkest looked honestly surprized. "Heir PBS spoke in the language of the snakes and you understood it? Is there parseltongue in your Weasley or Prewitt family backgrounds? Have you done an inheritance spell to look at your ancestry?"

"I have had a new ten-generation ancestry chart created with my blood and magic," Bill explained. "There are no snake-speakers in my ancestors – nothing remarkable or old family blood. The Prewitt name had been noble for only four generations when my uncles were killed in the war."

"And you are the fifth generation," Darkest said. "I believe your mother's aunt is the regent for the name, family magic and vaults."

Bill shrugged, "My mother and her aunt stopped talking while I was still at Hogwarts."

The goblin remained silent and waited, an unusual display of patience for an accountant. But this curse-breaker, trained by Gringotts in many magics, could be the future consort of the most powerful wizard since Merlin so Darkest would wait.

"What would it mean to be the battle shield and tutor of Heir PBS?"

The goblin smiled, a display of sharp teeth to frighten the enemy. "It would mean working with the most powerful names in Magical Britain and the whole of Europe! Gringotts made him an 'ally' last fall – do you know what that means?"

"Yes, it's been many years…"

"Almost five hundred years since goblins named a wizard as an 'ally'," Darkest agreed. "That was when the wards were created that separated wizards from the mundane world. The muggles grew too numerous and discovered weapons such as gunpowder that could destroy castle walls and kill wizards at a distance."

They were silent for a moment before Bill said, "So, he took all three names?"

"Yes, the union of the families Potter, Black and Slytherin makes Heir Harry the new Merlin," Darkest said with a shrug of his shoulders. "And a strong wizard to teach him, anchor him, counsel him, and work with him will help him accomplish even greater things. We don't know what Heir Harry will accomplish but it will be great."

"He'll need extensive training for duelling and fighting. Can Gringotts release me from my employment contract?" Bill asked.

"Working with the Gringotts ally would be part of your job, Weasley," the goblin stated. "You are too valuable an employee to let you slip through our fingers because you are tutoring Heir PBS."

Then he motioned toward the ruby ring on the desk and said, "I'd have to guard this ring too! At Hogwarts, the Potter family magic was very angry – my sister was rejected the moment she put on the ring!"

"Your sister was misguided by Dumbledore and your parents. They thought the Potter name just meant vaults with gold and seats in the Wizegamot," Darkest explained. "Your sister is too young to understand what is expected of the next Potter consort."

"They are both too young," Bill argued.

"Agreed, but Heir PBS is not an ordinary child," Darkest said. "And he also has the Potter, Black and Slytherin family magics enhancing his education, practice, defences, ideas."

Bill stood up and walked away from the desk, his hands clenching repeatedly. "My first inclination is to run… I am not certain if I can help Harry."

Darkest watched quietly as the curse-breaker turned and walked to toward the door only to turn around and come back to take the ring off the table.

"Can you arrange for me to speak to Harry?" Bill asked to which Darkest nodded without saying anything more.

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"That was not good," Holcomb announced once Bill was gone and the other accountants and Ragnock entered the accountant's office through another door.

"You're daft! It was very encouraging!" Instreams said. "Another three weeks and he will agree to serve the two years to relieve the debt."

Ragnock smirked and remained silent as Darkest reeled in the other two accountants, "Three weeks? I bet one hundred galleons that Weasley is the battle tutor to Heir PBS before Monday."

"One hundred galleons?" sneered Holcomb.

"At what odds?" asked Instreams.

Darkest shrugged, "Name the odds you wish."

The other two goblins shared a glance, grinned and said, "Ten to one."

"Done!" Ragnock declared. "Now that the betting is complete, shall we discuss the arrangements to bring Heir PBS to Gringotts to speak with Curse-breaker Weasley this week?"

"An attack on Hogwarts! We can arrange for an army of trolls to attack the castle!" Holcomb offered. "The Irish ministry has a horde of twenty-four they are trying to get rid of."

"Attack Hogwarts with trolls? Mother Magic protect us if you ever become Chief of Gringotts!" Instreams declared.

"I suggest we ask Heir PBS to come to Gringotts on Saturday to hear the latest report on our audit against Dumbledore," said Ragnock. "Curse-breaker Weasley and the Heir can have luncheon in my office."

Darkest and Instreams nodded while Holcomb complained, "No blood feuds, no trolls…that Hungarian Horntail flying amok was the most fun in Britain in years!"

Ragnock whispered to Darkest as the other two goblins left the room, "Instreams and Holcomb failed to notice that Weasley was calling Heir PBS 'Harry' for most of the conversation. I would say that you will be much richer next Monday!"

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Scene Break: Discussion at Burrow

The floo at the Burrow went 'whoosh' as Bill stepped from Gringotts into the lounge of his parents' home for the first time in three years. When he raised the war wards he apparated into the backyard and used the hidden warding stones to anchor the safety wards. Persons with ill-intent would be apparated away – in two separate directions to splinch them. He'd developed the ward and copyrighted the spell through Gringotts, impressing Sowsbreath.

"Bill!" exclaimed Molly. "I thought you were your father. It's almost time for him to be home from the Ministry."

"Hello Mom," Bill greeted. "I need to talk to Dad…"

She sighed, "I had such hopes at one time. You and Charlie would take jobs at the ministry like other good pure-bloods, marry pure-blood witches and fill my house with grandchildren."

"Charlie and Naomi are expecting your first grandchild this summer," Bill replied.

"Don't mention her name. I don't even know her! Charlie married some half-blood, I know!"

"What's wrong with marrying a half-blood?" Bill asked. "They have very strong magic."

Molly grimaced, "Only when you have to strengthen the blood. Your father's mother was a half-blood and she never fit in well with the family."

"Grandmother Weasley was great!" Bill argued. "She baked biscuits, made us costumes for Halloween… She helped you a lot when you had five little boys running you ragged at one time!"

"Why have you come to visit?" Molly left the lounge to return to her kitchen where supper was being prepared.

"I wanted to speak to you and Father about Heir PBS," Bill explained.

"Who?" Molly asked. "PDS?"

"Heir Potter-Black-Slytherin," Bill said. "The goblins started shortening his titles to 'PBS'."

"Don't say that boy's name in this house! I had a letter from Ginny and she wrote she didn't know who I was asking about. Minerva cast that spell on the twins, Ron, and Ginny, and now they don't 'see' Harry at school. They can't hear his voice or even understand when anyone else speaks about him. It's as if he doesn't exist for them."

"Good," replied Bill simply.

"How can you say that? You know your sister dreamed of being Lady Potter since she was a little girl."

"That was 'your' dream. If Ginny hadn't taken the betrothal ring off, she'd be would be dead or in the Janus Thackery ward," Bill replied and decided not to discuss the betrothal with Heir PBS.

"It was the fault of the Black family and the Snake family magics!" Molly insisted.

"No, it was just the Potter family magic that rejected Ginny."

"Oh, how do you know?" Molly asked turning on her eldest son with a large knife in her hand. She waved the knife as if it were her wand and the dishes and cutlery rose from a nearby counter to set the table. "Gringotts doesn't know everything! Dumbledore says…"

Bill shook his head and walked back to the lounge and used the floo to return to Gringotts. Molly frowned at her son's wilful disregard for her opinions and wishes, and the witch sighed with regret that riches seemed to have slipped through her fingers again, as she finished preparing supper for her husband. Her children would all be happy if they just listened to her…

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Scene Break: Talk with Percy and Penny

Penny was late getting home from Gringotts and when she came through the floo she heard laughter from the small kitchen in their apartment.

"Mom waved her knife around and the dishes jumped up?" Percy asked.

"Yep, it's magical transference at its best. Her wand or her kitchen knife either one, the kitchen charms work for her," the second voice said as Percy came through the door with a grin on his face. Grinning when he saw his fiancé, Percy grabbed Penny, spun her around, and laid a kiss on her that took her breath for a moment.

"I love you!" Percy told his fiancé. "Please don't ever change!"

"Hello," she replied before she grabbed him and returned the kiss. "As long as you don't change either!"

"Enough with the kissing!" the second voice called from the kitchen. "You'll scar my sensitive eyes!"

"Get out here Bill," Percy called before he turned to Penny. "My brother showed up and needed to talk to the two of us so I invited him to stay for dinner as long as he provided it."

Penny grinned. "You are trainable! Last year you would assume I would prepare extra dinner…"

"And I have learned since then. You are a formidable witch and you are my partner, not my servant."

"Never ever repeat that statement around our mother!" Bill admonished his brother. "Dad will sleep on the couch for a month and not know why."

"Hello, Bill. What brings you to our floo this evening?"

"I need advice from my family…"

"And Mother and Father are not suitable?" Percy asked. "I'm flattered but what can you need advice about that they wouldn't know best?"

"Harry Potter and the Merlin-be-damned 'betrothal' agreement."

"I thought it was cancelled when Ginny renounced it," Percy said, leading Penny to the sofa to sit. They held hands during these conversations, beginning to communicate by the squeeze of a hand against fingers and taking comfort in the partnership they were building.

"It was never a real betrothal agreement – when Dad signed it we became 'allies' of Heir PBS. When Mother attempted to force a betrothal with Ginny, the Potter family magics punished Ginny. And the attempt created a great family debt," Bill replied.

He sighed and added, "Heir PBS asked me to become his battle shield for the next two years. Someone in the family has to pay back the debt or there'd be penalties from Mother Magic for certain."

Percy suddenly snorted and Penny glared at him before he apologized, "I'm sorry but I was just imagining Ronald as a lord's battle shield."

Penny glared again and Percy shrugged, "It's funny!"

"Bill, tell us more," Penny said, ignoring Percy for a moment.

When he slid his hand into hers again, he gently squeezed, 'Forgive me?'

'Of course,' was her reply with a squeeze.

"When Dumbledore and Mother forced the betrothal with the Potter ring, Dumbledore also cast a compulsion charm on me that made me duel with Heir Potter-Black-Slytherin. I threw my strongest spells at the boy and he danced around them, threw them back and destroyed most of the Hogwarts infirmary before wrapping me up like a Christmas present, wrapping ropes around Dumbledore, and finishing the duel."

"You never touched him with a single spell?" asked Penny. "Not one?"

"Why is that important?" Percy asked.

Pointing at Bill, Penny said, "Your brother is the poster boy for Gringotts wizard's training program. He's been trained by two European champions and survived ten minutes against four premier assassin wizards last year in Egypt."

"Assassin wizards?" Percy squeaked. "I've seen the budget for keeping one assassin on retainer! We…"

"It was a surprize training exercise," Bill explained. "No one was killed."

"They had to tear down the chamber to find all the cracks in the foundation from Bill's powerful spells. The entire building was vibrating…"

"That's why they sent me back to Europe, to help with a project in the Alps. Apparently, they expect me to be able to help with excavation and wards."

"Would you have to give up Gringotts?" Percy asked.

"No, the goblins think I can do my regular work while also tutoring Harry," Bill said. "I will be run ragged."

Percy babbled for a minute about Aurors, the ministry, and his parents, before he suddenly put one hand over his eyes and fell silent. Then he dropped the hand and said, "That's a huge decision, Bill. How can we help you?"

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Scene Break: Talk with Harry

"Where is Mr. Potter this afternoon?" Dumbledore asked Minerva. The faculty was seated at the head table during a Saturday lunchtime and the headmaster noticed the absence of the Boy-Who-Lived from the Gryffindor table. Since Minerva cast that blasted spell to keep the Weasley children from seeing the boy, there'd been peace in Hogwarts. He'd examined Ron and Ginny but the spell seemed to elude him.

Minerva smiled politely when asked about the spell but declined to answer any of his questions. If Dumbledore thought she cast the spell, he wouldn't think to examine it for traces of goblin magic – Flitwick had cast the 'forget me' spell for Minerva though even the Weasley children assumed it was the deputy headmistress.

"Heir Potter-Black-Slytherin was summoned to Gringotts this morning. Something about a report on the audit," she explained. "The goblins found several vaults you hid in on the continent and they are charging the audit penalties against those vaults now."

"Have you found the time to practice with a shovel, Headmaster?" Professor Sprout asked with feigned innocence. "There are several in the greenhouses and you should practice lifting heavy shovels to build up your muscles before…"

"The results of the audit will not sentence me in the dungeons at Gringotts," Dumbledore said. "I am the Grand Warlock of the Wizegamot and the goblins can't touch me."

"This is true Headmaster," Snape said. "You're untouchable but you'll still be without a knut to your name."

Albus rose from the table without another word and went to meet with the goblins to continue the audit. They were questioning his use of Hogwarts funds for vacations to Shangri-La. He had no notion how the goblins learned he'd gone to the wizard resort in the Himalayan Mountains every year for the last thirty years. The invoices were all for 'maintenance of stone work' around the castle.

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When Harry stepped from the floo into a private room in Gringotts, his three primary elves were present to wipe away all the soot, adjust his robes and push his wild hair down one more time. A goblin escort of six guards formed up around him and Instreams escorted Harry from the room and down a wide hallway to a great door, where a guard stepped up to open the door and announce, "Chief Ragnock, Heir Potter-Black-Slytherin has come to review the interim results of the audit of Albus Dumbledore's management of the vault of Lord and Lady Potter, deceased."

"Enter, Heir Potter-Black-Slytherin and be welcomed as an ally of Gringotts bank," Ragnock called.

Harry stepped into the room, approached Ragnock, bowed and said, "Ally Ragnock, may your children wear the jewellery of your enemies as those enemies languish in your dungeons."

Grinning, Ragnock replied, "Well met Ally Potter-Black-Slytherin."

The goblin motioned toward his assembled accounting staff and heads of departments. "We wished to update you on the success of our audit of the monies spent from the vault your parents held when they died."

Harry noticed familiar goblin and wizard faces including Bill Weasley, as Ragnock set to work and Darkest stepped forward to begin the report, "The Gringotts Horde has seized the following four vaults to repay losses documented by the audit. First the London vaults of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, then the Paris vaults of 'M. Percival Wulfen Bumblebee', the Frankfort vaults of 'Zauberer Brian Alban Wulfric', and finally the Bern vaults of Wulfric Percy Albian. The three identities on the continent are all false names to hide the assets stolen by Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

Harry listened carefully to the report and skimmed over the handwritten pages. He frowned at one point and wished there were typewriters in the wizarding world. The goblin penmanship was excellent but every hand grew tired when writing a long report.

"Heir Harry," Darkest interrupted the teenager's thoughts. "Do you have a question or a concern?"

"Not concerning the recovery of funds from my aunt and uncle," Harry said. "I hope that between Gringotts and Inland Revenue, Vernon and Petunia are left penniless. But I was wondering if you have ever used a typewriter to generate a report?"

"A typed-writer?" asked Ragnock.

"Is this a muggle device?" asked Instreams.

"Electricity doesn't work around magic," Holcomb said, his eyes narrowing, watching the Black heir.

Harry nodded and looked toward Bill, "Have you ever seen an old-fashioned typewriter? They are manual and work without electricity."

"In Egypt, in some of the muggle government offices, I saw clerks sitting before machines that placed words on a piece of paper, one letter at a time."

"Gringotts would have to pay royalties on muggle patents…"

Harry waved off the concern, "Potter-Black-Slytherin will create a business to manufacture the muggle machines again and pay the royalties. We can change the design to fit goblin hands and fingers. Once the bank has typewriters on every desk, and the quality of reports goes up, every goblin and dwarf will demand typewriters."

"And next you will bring their damn electricality into Gringotts," fussed Instreams.

His face growing thoughtful as his brain considered the revolution he could bring about, Harry asked, "Why not? Think of the market – the millions of galleons to be made – if wizards could use telly's, boom boxes, and copiers. There are new devices now that allow you to write a report and get someone else to proof read it before you ever put it on a sheet of paper."

Bill laughed at the expression on the faces of the goblins and then he bowed to Harry, "Merlin, I shall sell copies of the memory of this day!"

Holcomb, Instreams and Darkest furiously debated the creation of a new company to be named 'PBS Devices', to hold the magical patents on the 'typed-writers' that Heir PBS wanted to bring into magical society.

"There must be some family wealth for spare sons and the daughters," Instreams said. "Otherwise, there might be resentment in Heir PBS's future family."

Ragnock assigned Bill the job of locating several different 'manual' typewriters for study and Harry mentioned that his old primary school had many of the devices.

"The headmistress would know where they are bought," he told Bill.

When the time for lunch approached, the goblins allowed Harry's elves to pop into the room and conjure tables and chairs – the goblins in one area and the two wizards in another.

"Why are we eating separately today?" Harry asked Winky.

"Winky makes goulash from basilisk meat for hungry goblins this morning. Goblins begging Winky to serves it for lunch but it be's the worsest poisons for wizardses, so youse sits at separate tables!" the little elf said before she popped out without allowing Harry to ask any more questions.

The smell of the basilisk goulash was tempting, but Harry was satisfied with the roast chicken and vegetables on his plate. He concentrated on his food and wondered what to say to Bill.

"How have your studies gone this week?" Bill finally asked to break the ice.

"They're good. Transfiguration is hard but Arithmancy and Runes are interesting."

"How goes the DADA class with the Aurors teaching it?" Bill asked and this lead to long discussion on the quality of the instruction at Hogwarts.

Finally, Harry asked, "Have you thought any more about my request to…"

When Harry's courage faded just slightly, Bill grinned with encouragement and prompted, "…to…"

"…to be my battle tutor for the next two years."

"I have thought a lot about it and talked with Darkest, Sowsbreath and my brother Percy. I even tried to talk to my mother but she refused to hear anything I had to say."

"Oh," Harry said with disappointment evident in his voice. "Molly is very strong with her opinions."

"Yes, my mother is very strong in her opinions," Bill said. "But so are Darkest who swears you are a good person, and Sowsbreath who hyperventilated at the possibilities of a Gringotts trainer curse-breaker being your battle tutor; he thinks I could add a great deal to your training in fighting and duelling."

"What did Percy say?" Harry asked.

"He said you were honest, patient – he never understood why you didn't hex Ron every single day at Hogwarts – and you were very strong."

"I have to be strong," Harry said. "My life has been…hard. My relatives are not nice people, Dumbledore manipulates me and my friends, Voldemort and the Death Eaters want me dead…"

"The goblins think Mother Magic took the Death Eaters to task this fall and changed the unforgiveable curses so that they wiped themselves out," Bill said. "If the Dark Lord returns – as Dumbledore preaches he will – then the wizard will use the Crucio or AK and kill himself."

"I hope so!" Harry said.

"Now, after thinking about all these things, I've concluded that I am the best wizard to be your battle tutor," Bill said and waited for the teenager's reaction.

Harry stared at his plate for a moment, then looked up at Bill, then away, nervously looked back with a grin on his face, and asked, "For real? You're not joking?"

"Unlike the twins, I can have a serious conversation," Bill replied.

Harry leapt up and grabbed Bill in a hug, "Thank you! Thank you!"

All conversation at the goblin tables ceased as Harry's elves popped into the room again and righted the chairs knocked over moments earlier. Harry released Bill and stepped back for a moment and then said, "I have an announcement! Curse-breaker Weasley has agreed to act as my battle tutor until I turn seventeen."

The goblins and wizards watched as Dobby, Winky and Kreature suddenly rose to the ceiling where they began dancing.

"May your enemies quake with fear, Heir PBS!"

"Weasley, your descendants will dance on the graves of their enemies because of this day!"

"You owe me a thousand galleons, Instream!" Darkest shouted.

"How did you know?" Holcomb asked. "Curse-breaker was unsure of himself just the other day!"

"But he kept referring to Heir PBS as 'Harry'. That's how I knew," explained Darkest.

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Once the luncheon bowls, plates and tables were cleared away, the goblins continued with their reports, explaining how they leveraged Dumbledore's memories to look for patterns in the invoices and payments for items for Hogwarts and well as for his 'gifts' from the Potter vaults. Ragnock was particularly interested in hearing how Instreams managed to gain cooperation from the dwarves in southern Germany with sealing the Dumbledore vault in Frankfort.

"The Slytherin family branch in Germany had a large vault that was closed during the first big war the Muggles fought in this century. The last of the family was killed during the conflict and the vault has not been opened since. Heir PBS has a claim to the vault and I promised that he would visit this summer to open the vault. Once an inventory of artefacts and gold is complete, the dwarves can begin to circulate the gold and make money again," the accountant explained.

Harry glanced at Bill who nodded and answered, "We can easily make a trip to Frankfort for a day after school ends."

When the last report was complete, Winky appeared once again with a tea tray and Dobby appeared with a small table he sat beside Bill. The head elf snapped his fingers and Bill's chair morphed into a more comfortable, plush chair.

"Heir Potter-Black-Slytherin, apparently, we're supposed to have tea now," Bill said as he rose to his feet and bowed formally, making Harry laugh. The table moved to be in front of the two wizards and Harry reached for the pot and a cup.

"How do you take your tea, Mr. Weasley?"

"With one sugar and a bit of cream, please, uh…Heir Potter…"

Harry grinned as he fixed a cup. "We shall never get far with any conversation if we don't use each other's names. Please call me 'Harry' if I may call you Bill or William. When we're with company, I'll call you Mr. Weasley and you should call me Heir Potter, or Heir Potter-Black-Slytherin."

"Good. But is this being alone – Harry?" asked Bill looking at the goblins in this large meeting room at the bank.

"There are shields around us," Harry replied. "They can't hear our conversation and probably don't remember we are in the room."

"A handy shield…"

"From my family magics," explained Harry. "The Potter, Black and Slytherin family magics have all united. In fact…"

Harry called for Kreature, the elf from Grimmauld Place, who ran down the wall from the ceiling where he had been dancing and bowed. "Powerful Master calls Kreature?"

"Kreature, I am very pleased with the good service you provide to the houses of Potter, Black, and Slytherin. As a reward, I want you to go the vaults below and bring me the betrothal rings for Black and for Slytherin with a strong silver or gold necklace for a man."

The little elf stiffened and said nothing though he bowed very low once more before popping out.

Winky ran down the wall from the ceiling, curtseyed and smiled, "Mr. Heir Harry Potters-Blacks-Snake makes Kreature very happy. It be's great honour to bring those ringses to you."

"Kreature takes care of Sirius and Remus at Grimmauld Place," Harry said. "But let me ask the boss. Dobby!"

"Mr. Heir Harry calls Dobby?" asked the third elf as he ran down the wall and stopped in front of Harry. Bill noticed the elf was dressed in a child's blue jeans with a t-shirt that read 'Head Elf' on the front and on the back read 'Talk to the Elf'.

"Yes, Dobby, this is my new battle tutor, William Weasley. For the next two years he will be my duelling and fighting instructor."

"Welcomes to our family, Mr. Williams Weasleys," Dobby said with a bow.

"Thank you?" Bill replied cautiously, not used to talking to house elves.

Harry smiled and asked, "Dobby, remember I asked you to prepare elves to act as guards for someone special? That someone is Bill Weasley, my battle tutor and I need house elves to protect him. Do you think Kreature is a good elf for the job?"

Bill Weasley was surprized that Heir Potter-Black-Slytherin was asking his elf's opinion – his experience was that most wizards and witches treated their elves terribly.

Giving Bill a long look that surprized the curse-breaker, the little elf said, "Mr. Curse-breaker Weasleys be handful but Kreature handles dogfather and wolfie good. Dobby wants to add another elf at Grim House so Dobby says yes."

"Let me have the Potter ring back," Harry said. Bill reached into a pocket and withdrew the ruby ring that glowed with power. Harry closed his fist over the ring for a moment as Kreature popped back into the room with two ring boxes clutched tightly in his hands and a long silver chain.

The elf bowed again and said, "Rings be on table just inside doors. Kreature did nots have to search for rings. This be best necklace from the Slytherin vault – be platinums and silvers both."

Harry took the boxes. "Bill will protect these rings."

He opened his hand that held the Potter betrothal ring. He cleared his throat and asked, "William Weasley, the family magic of Potter-Black-Slytherin asks you to act my battle tutor for the next two years. This will relieve the Weasley family of their debts to the Potter-Black-Slytherin family. Will you perform this service for me?"

"I will," Bill replied without compulsion from any magic. He watched Harry take the three rings and thread them onto the chain and then he doubled the strain back through the rings and stood up, approached Bill, and reached up to place the necklace around the curse-breaker's neck.

Harry closed the clasp and said, "You are guardian of my future and until I find my future consort, you will guard these rings. The family magic will guide and speak to you while you teach me to fight and duel."

When Harry stepped back, Bill felt the Potter family magics and knowledge descend upon him with more force than during his earlier discussions with the magic. Shortly thereafter, the Black and then the Slytherin family magics joined with the Potter magic to begin Bill's education.

While Bill felt the magics from the three families merge and begin to settle into and around his core, he heard Harry tell Kreature of his promotion to be the tutor's elf – the old elf blinked twice and fainted. Harry knelt and hugged the little elf to revive him and assure him that everything was well.

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Scene Break: Meet the Grandparents

"Where are we going?" Bill asked his companion as they stepped to the fireplace at Gringotts and Harry threw floo powder into the flames.

"To Potter Haven," Harry replied. "We have to tell my grandparents."

They stepped through the flames and were in a study at the manor house that was the traditional home for Lord Potter.

"What is this hubbub that the elves won't explain?" asked a stern voice from a portrait near the fireplace.

"Fleamont, let Harry explain," a woman's voice in the portrait insisted as she stepped into the frame.

Harry bowed to the portrait and motioned with one hand toward his red-headed companion as he introduced them, "Grandmother and Grandfather, I am pleased to introduce you to my new battle tutor, Curse-breaker William Weasley."

"What?" exclaimed Fleamont. "A battle tutor! How did this come about?"

"Well, isn't he a handsome thing!" Euphemia said.

Harry glared at his grandmother and continued, "Bill, allow me to introduce Lord Fleamont Potter and Lady Euphemia Potter, my father's parents."

"Lord and Lady Potter, I am pleased to make your acquaintance," Bill replied.

"Now, sit and tell us how this," Fleamont motioned with his hand between Harry and Bill, "came about."

"Wait dear," Euphemia said, laying a hand on his arm. "Send for Sirius and Remus. This may be a long story and Harry may grow tired of explaining it."

Fleamont frowned but nodded and called Dobby to take a message to Sirius and his wolf. Popping out and returning only a few minutes later, Dobby reported that Sirius and Remus would use the floo to come to Potter Haven immediately.

"Harry, do you allow your portraits to give your house elves commands?" Bill asked.

"We're standing right here," Fleamont reminded the curse-breaker. Bill bent his head to acknowledge the dead lord's statement but kept his attention on Harry who merely smiled.

"Grandfather uses Dobby for some errands." Harry smiled; he figured out some of the 'pranks' that Dobby was playing at Fleamont's direction and approved. But he had a long discussion with Dobby and gave his head elf instructions about 'no harm' and checking with him if there was any doubt.

"I have never heard of anyone letting a portrait give orders to an elf. It could be dangerous," Bill explained.

"My grandfather is teaching me everything about being a lord," Harry explained. "I trust him and my grandmother to tell me the truth and to advise me. He would not use Dobby to do anything to hurt me."

"And I see that Weasley wears your betrothal rings around his neck. Why is that?" Fleamont asked.

"They will give him an education in the PBS family magics, the spells, shields and potions," Harry answered. "I want him to be teach me to fight with all the magic available as Potter-Black-Snake."

"Bugger," announced Sirius Black as he stepped through the floo with Remus close behind. "What is going on here?"

"Bill, let me introduce you to my godfather, Sirius Black and his betrothed, Remus Lupin."

Bill's wand was in his hand as he moved between Sirius and Harry. "How are you not dead? Mother Magic would not let you live if you betrayed your godson!"

Sirius grinned, "Oh more than that, Harry is my blood-adopted son. Mother Magic would roast me alive if I harmed my only child."

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After a few explanations, Bill repeated the story he'd been told, "So, your godfather is innocent and he is hidden at Grimmauld Place in London. And this is the house where you want me to move?"

Harry nodded and said, "The whole of the Order of the Phoenix stayed there last summer before I closed the house to them."

"My father and mother knew that Sirius Black, the convicted murderer, lived at Grimmauld Place? They lived with him there?"

"He was never convicted of a crime," Remus said, pointing at his betrothed. "Sirius never received a trial before he was thrown into Azkaban."

"But, Dumbledore…"

Harry merely raised an eyebrow and Bill shook his head in disgust.

"So, your parents and siblings were mu house guests last summer," Sirius replied. "In fact, your brothers Forge and Gred were particularly fun with their tricks and jokes."

"My brothers and sister were there?" Bill asked, aghast that his parents would participate in the subterfuge of hiding a wanted criminal with his siblings present.

From the portrait, Euphemia laughed, "I think you broke him Sirius."

"Broke him?" asked Harry with a frown the others knew signalled real displeasure.

"Harry, your grandfather and I bet a galleon to see who us could make your new tutor speechless first," his grandmother's portrait replied. "Mr. Weasley will soon realize he is surrounded by pranksters and jokesters."

Bill said, "Don't be concerned Harry. I know many Egyptian curses after my years in the deserts. If there is a prank competition, I know charms to make men lose their 'hair'…" Sirius frowned while Remus smirked. "…and portraits to suffer darkness for forty days and forty nights."

Euphemia made a sour face while Fleamont snorted, "This boy might survive the next two years intact."

"Now, tell us how you came to take Bill Weasley as a battle tutor," Remus asked and Bill noticed that Sirius and the two painted members of the family waited quietly to hear Harry's explanation. The conversation was unusual for Bill because as Harry explained, no one yelled or interrupted him to shout about evil Slytherins or stupid charms.

"Once the duel was finished, my family magics were raving about Bill's power, his strength and his knowledge. They demanded that I use my victory to take him as my battle tutor," Harry concluded.

"That's interesting," Euphemia sighed. "Forced into a duel by the master manipulator but Harry doesn't harm you. Instead, he uses the manipulator's plans to make you his battle tutor for two years."

"Do you plan to announce the arrangement?" asked Fleamont.

"Instreams, Holcomb and Darkest agreed to hold the press release until after the end of the school year," Bill said. "Then Harry will not be questioned by anyone at Hogwarts."

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It was agreed that Bill would move into Grimmauld Place with Kreature and two invisible elves as his guards. Bill would escort Sirius and Remus to visit Harry at Potter Haven every weekend using the floo.

"We have to act as proper professors overseeing the instruction," Sirius tried to say with a solemn expression but Euphemia's laughter was infectious.

Harry said 'goodnight' to Sirius and Remus who hurried through the floo. The two marauders promised to 'speak' with Bill later in the evening. Euphemia vanished from the portrait after speaking of tending her gardens in other paintings, while Fleamont feigned sleep in his chair as Dobby and Winky served dinner to Harry and Bill. Kreature took his new role seriously and patrolled the grounds of Potter Haven.

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"I'm sorry you got pulled into the chaos that is my life," Harry said as they ate Winky's latest creations. "You didn't have a choice in this."

His hands waved about a bit and his eyes would glance up at Bill before returning to his plate.

"Actually, I did have a choice. You gave it to me with the time to think and talk with the Potter family magic," Bill admitted. "I chose to become your tutor myself. Now, we have two years to work on spells, reaction times, spell chains."

After the supper was finished and the dessert demolished, Harry yawned and Bill suggested they say goodnight.

"Tomorrow is a regular day for classes for you and work at the bank for me," Bill said.

"It's only a couple days until the weekend. You'll be here all Saturday and we can explore the house!" Harry said and Bill nodded.

"Perhaps you could speak to Professor McGonagall about being excused from supper on Saturday night and we'll eat with Sirius and Remus here?"

"Yes!" Harry agreed happily.

"Time to get back to the dorm," Fleamont announced from his portrait. "Dobby, take Harry back to Hogwarts please."

"Yes, Dead Lord Fleas," came Dobby's voice.

"Goodnight Harry," Bill said.

"Night Bill! Night Grandfather!" he called before the elf popped him out of the study.

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The reception at Grimmauld Place was stern and to the point with Sirius Black and Remus Lupin waiting in the floo room for Bill Weasley.

The two 'father figures' looked at Harry's new tutor critically. Sirius motioned toward an empty chair and Bill approached it cautiously, the betrothal rings negating the magical chains and sticking charms before he sat. The two men looked surprised when nothing happened as the newcomer took the chair, and crossed his arms waiting for the inquisition to begin.

"How did you…" Sirius started to ask but then fell quiet.

"You resemble your uncles a great deal," Remus said. "We knew them when they fought against Voldemort."

"I have fond memories of Fabian and Gideon," Bill said with a sad smile. "They were kind and always had time for Charlie and me."

"How do you feel about today's events?" Sirius asked bluntly. Remus rolled his eyes and sat down himself.

"He's harmless," Remus assured Bill. "Sirius knows Harry would be very disappointed if his 'dogfather' pranked you the first night at Grimmauld Place."

Sirius frowned to be reminded, and Bill kept his face neutral after the smack delivered to Harry's godfather.

"I am reeling with new knowledge and magic," Bill admitted. He pulled the chain out of his shirt and willed the three betrothal rings to appear, making Sirius and Remus both grimace to be reminded of the three families represented. "Harry intends for me to teach him how to take every advantage of the family magic from his legacies."

"Potter is strength, Black is knowledge, and Slytherin is power," Remus stated.

Sirius sighed and said, "Harry has been hurt by so many people so many times. Please don't be another one who leaves him or betrays him."

Now Remus frowned and promised, "Family magics won't protect you if you hurt our cub."

"I promise to do my best," Bill said. "I feel the family magics all through my core. They are demanding that I protect Harry until he becomes Lord Potter-Black-Slytherin. His power will exceed Merlin after he comes into his majority and takes a consort."

"What will you do then?" asked Sirius.

Bill smiled and said, "I shall protect and teach his children. The family magics demand that he has several."

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