Hello again everyone, I'm back once again. Many of you have been saying that Dumbledore's punishment was too light. My response is, Dumbledore has no Idea what is heading his way. I am a bit hurt, you all know I'm a vindictive bastard. Now we should be getting into the fourth book in this chapter.

I Solemnly Swear That I am Up To No Good.

Still Bora Bora

Harry sat at a table outside a small cafe on the beaches of Bora Bora, Waiting for his Aunt and Sirius to show. Across the table from him was Amelia Bones, and the girl who he was currently betrothed too, Susan Bones. The both of them had come to pick him up this morning after his aunt had left him to rest the night before. He had fallen asleep next to a roaring fire with his head on Morgan, whose fur was softer than any pillow.

When he had woken up, he was served breakfast by the house elves and then was picked up by Amelia and Susan who brought him to this Beach where his aunt was supposed to have met them.

Harry, in an attempt to start up a conversation asked, "So I have a couple questions about the trial,"

Amelia, who looked relieved to have something to focus on nodded her head for him to continue.

"So what questions do you have Harry," Amelia asked, and Harry took a sip of the drink in front of him, then asked, "The trial seemed akin to something in the muggle world known as an Ambush trial."

"That would be a pretty good comparison." Amelia said, taking a drink from her coffee.

"Well, in the muggle world those have been Outlawed for a long time." Harry said, and Susan's eyebrows shot up.

"Really?"

"Yes, they have, but our people are stubborn, and sometimes it works, like with us, sometimes it doesn't. There have been several attempts to overturn it in the wizengamot, but the dark faction has enough votes to stop those kinds of motions." Amelia said, and shook her head sadly.

"It is yet another way our society needs to change." She said sadly.

"Why was his punishment so light, Pettigrew's was awful?" Harry asked and Amelia's eyebrows scrunched up.

"I don't know, the wizengamot votes innocent or guilty, and the family magic does the rest, maybe saw the wrath of Mairin and decided to cut the old man some slack. He'll need it if Mairin has anything to say about it."

"What do you mean by that," Harry asked, causing Amelia to smile and Purse her lips. Susan tried after that, but she didn't have any luck with it either. Eventually they stopped bugging her, and about five minutes after that, Amelia got fed up with waiting

"If Mairin isn't going to come to us, then were going to have to go to her." Amelia said with a huff as she placed several muggle bills on the table and led Harry and Susan down a long stretch of beach to a small hut near the edge of the tree line. When the arrived at the door of the hut, Amelia didn't even bother knocking she just slammed the front door open and marched right in after telling Susan and Harry to stay outside. Several minutes later, she came out holding Mairin and Sirius by their ears, both of whom were wearing hastily put on clothing. As soon as they exited the front door, she let the two go, and proceeded to rant at them. Calling them both pubescent teenagers and that they should act more responsibly.

"For Merlin's sake you are both grown adults-" She continued on, but was interrupted by Mairin and Sirius playfully saying, simultaneously, "Only Physically."

Amelia stared at the two of them, then breathed in deeply then exhaled for several seconds as Susan giggled and Harry suppressed laughter.

"I suppose you informed him of everything before you two decided that it was not the right time to keep it in your pants?" Amelia asked, and Mairin's face flushed, to which Amelia rubbed her forehead and said, "I thought not."

Timeskip a week later Potter Manor

Harry and Susan sat across from each other playing a game of wizard chess when the floo burst into flames as Mairin and Sirius came back from Sirius' appointment with the Mind Healers and Mairin's forced checkup. Oddly enough the two came out of the fireplace with rather please looks on their faces.

"Guess what the ministry gave us to try and suck up to us," Mairin said, waving several strips of paper in her hand.

"Tickets to the world cup, Ireland vs Bulgaria," Sirius said, a smirk on his face, "Box seats, one for each of us."

"Really," Harry and Susan said, jumping up from the table, their game long forgotten on the table as Mairin nodded.

"Yup, good thing too, because the match is only a couple days away, they also have a special tent reserved for us, we'll go watch the game, stay the night, then come back."

This then sparked an entire debate on which team was going to win from Susan and Harry. Mairin and Sirius decided to not join in on the discussion seeing as they hadn't been able to follow the teams progress.

Mairin smiled as she saw the two's debate get increasingly more playful as they continued. Mairin and Sirius sat down in a loveseat that was facing the table where the two were discussing.

"They remind you of anyone?" She asked him and Sirius nodded.

"It's like looking into the past and watching them when they finally started being civil to each other." He said, his face looking reminiscent.

"I really do hope they decide to let the contract to continue, she really seems to be drawing him out of his shell." Mairin said, looking sadly towards Harry, who, much to her relief was looking far more lively than when she had brought him home from the Dursleys.

"His Shell?" Sirius asked her confused.

"He's been keeping things secret, things about his first and second year." Mairin replied and looked back at Sirius, her eyes dead serious.

"Like what?"

"Like how and why he killed a basilisk at age twelve?" Mairin replied and it took Sirius several seconds to register what she was saying

"He what?!" Sirius exclaimed loudly, causing Mairin to shush him as Susan and Harry stopped talking to look at the two of them. When Susan and harry began talking again, Mairin continued.

"Yeah, I'm trying to get him to open up more, but he seems almost afraid to do so."

"Well, let hope she can get him to do so," Sirius said than smirked, "Because I'd like to know how he beat the record of the Marauders for awesome shit done."

"James would have congratulated him," Mairin said, and Sirius chuckled

"Yeah, then Lils would have smacked him for encouraging their son, then proceed to yell at both of them."

Both gave light chuckles as Amelia came out of the floo as well, and turned towards the two chuckling adults and the two teens debating while playing chess.

"Having fun are we?"

"Just reminiscing,"

"Oh, over how Lily and James got locked in a broom cupboard and you two had 'no Idea' how it happened." Amelia said as she sat down in an armchair nearby, while Mairin looked at her with eyebrows raised.

"I maintain that I was all the way across th school when it happened, reading a book about spell creation that I had liberated from the restricted section."

"Yes, in an empty classroom with no witnesses than the man you are currently lying on."

"Exactly," Sirius said, his face seeming sincere.

Amelia chuckled lightly as she shook her head at the two.

"If you two were half as subtle as you think you are, you'd be twice as subtle as you are."

"I take offence to that." Mairin said grumbling from her seat

"She does have a point Vix." Sirius said a playful smirk on his face.

"I was all sorts of subtle before I started dating you."

"Oh so it's all my fault?"

"Oh yeah," Mairin said and the two women laughed at the indignant look on Sirius's face, Mairin continued then, with an almost feral look in her eyes, "Besides, even if I'm not Subtle, I'm still vindictive as all hell."

Both Sirius and Amelia shared a worried look, then Amelia asked, "Mairin, who exactly are you talking about."

Mairin smirked, "Me, no one, I'm just inviting a little fly into my parlor."

Number Four Privet drive

One would thing, that with their nephew gone that the Dursleys would be absolutely ecstatic. This however would not be the case, as soon as their nephew had left privet drive, their neighbors all began to eye them warily. Whenever the were addressed they were spoken to cool or coldly. There were even those who looked at them with thinly veiled fury. When they finally asked someone about it, that someone just happened to be a Ms. Figg, they were informed that everyone had been told that they were abusing their nephew. Before they could give a retort to the elderly woman, she had closed the door on their faces and locked the door.

But that was not even the worst of it. One day when they had come hold from having a nice dinner out, they had found that someone had broken into their house and in a dark, almost blood like paint written on every surface of the house.

Will you come into My Parlor, Said the spider to the fly.

Petunia knowing who had done it, told her husband and son to back their bags and that they were leaving the house.

They stayed at a hotel that night, but when they woke up, their room was covered with webs and their floors covered with spiders, hundreds of them, the smallest was the size of a penny, and the largest the size of an apple. A good half of them petunia recognized were venomous. On the wall, written in the same colored paint, was the message.

Did you really think you could run?

Hey guys sorry for the long wait and the short chapter. University work has been kicking me in the ass, but I finally got some time to get this written.

As always Mischief Managed.