Well, lovelings, here is another chapter for you. For the reviewer that thought the story was rushed, I'm sorry and I tried to fix the problem in this chapter. On a different note, my birthday is on Wednesday, and for once I am excited over a Wednesday. Love,
-JazzyKat
Back at the safe house~
Harry had woken up the next morning with the determination to straighten out his priorities about the Dark side and what he was going to do towards bringing down Dumbledore and his order. Harry poured over Wizardring law texts and thought about what his first move in the new game would be.
Due to boredom during holidays, Airyn had taught Harry how to take care of his estates and his finances. A week into living with Airyn and Nicolai, Gringotts had sent a letter requesting a meeting with Harry's new guardians. Apparently, Dumbledore had recently tried to access Harry's trust fund. The goblins, sensing that something was amiss had confiscated the key and had changed all of the locks on the vaults belonging to young Harry. The goblins also stopped the unfreezing of James and Lily's accounts, but for ten thousand galleons going to Severus Snape and Remus Lupin respectively.
Airyn had been furious that the old codger had tried to steal from Harry, but Nicolai, being more level headed insisted on the goblins explaining 'the vaults that belonged to Harry'. The goblin had blinked bemused and then had explained about the dying lines related to Potter and the casualties of the war having willed the young savior their fortunes. Airyn paused in his angered ranting and had nodded impressed, then asked that some of the money be donated to charities and orphanages. Airyn also asked the goblin to invest in stocks in both the magical and the muggle world.
They had gotten all of that guff worked out and then resolved to stand before the Wizgamont and ask that Sirius be given a trial. The taint of Azkaban wouldn't have hurt him so much, and so he would be able to recover relatively quickly and could be a part of young Harry's life. Angel, amused by the conversations had paused in entertaining Harry. Harry, not liking that his brother's attention was not on him had crawled into Angel's lap and had snuggled under his chin. Angel beamed and had turned his attention back to Harry, proud that his brother had gotten over his fear of touching him.
With the conclusion of the meeting, James and Lily's estates were unfrozen and Harry received his inheritance to be put into another vault until he was of age. The other fortunes were poured in on top as well. So, as far as resources went, Harry didn't have to worry about the war effort being ill funded. What Harry really needed was for some way to stop the wizardring world being sheep as to what Dumbledore wanted.
An idea struck Harry and he had penned a letter to both Luna Lovegood with the Quibbler, and Rita Skeeter with The Daily Prophet, making sure that he included the time and place he wanted interviews done. Harry then turned back and penned a letter to Lucius and Charlie, asking if they could give interviews to paint Dumbledore in a bad light. If Harry couldn't convince them by his own testimony, he was damn sure that they'd pay attention to the papers. Sure, it was yellow journalism, but that's what made the gossipy little world go round. If enough influential people could testify about Dumblesnore's wrong doings, then surely the mindless sheep would become suspicious about their perfect leader.
With all of this done, there still was the issue of training. Harry and Angel had been working every day to bring the twins, Draco, Hermione, and Blaise up to speed, but Harry needed something more. All of the simple magics bored him, and he was having problems containing his bloodlust. Two weeks into staying at the safe house a regal owl dropped off a bundle of highly advanced magic texts for Harry. There was no note with the books, but Harry figured that the books were extremely important and had taken to studying them in his free time.
The books contained several high level shielding and ward spells that were dead useful in combat. Along with the knowledge gained through those books, Charlie had sent several texts on ancient and forgotten forms of magic, increasing Harry's confidence in his survival of the war, if it were to come to physical blows. Not forgetting muggle's tenacious tendencies, Harry got his hands on several semi automatic weapons and dangerous explosives. He'd blow them to hell and back if he had too to keep his new world safe.
Rita's and Luna's articles had certainly stirred attention in the Wizardring world of Britain, and several other countries, surprising Harry. The French ministry of magic had completely withdrawn any help from Dumbledore and had placed the help with Charlie and Lucius per request by Harry. Germany, Italy, the U.S, China, and Japan had followed suit, prompting even more suspicion of Dumbledore. Surprisingly, the countries that had allied themselves with Harry were completely aware of the fact that Harry was dark, and when Charlie had asked one of the representatives, the spokesperson's words rang in his ears for hours afterwards.
"There is no light or dark, there is only power and intent. Besides, how can you have light without darkness, and how can you have darkness without light. Having everyone allied together makes life much simpler and your country runs better."
With the allies, growing distrust in Dumbledore, and new training, all Harry was doing was waiting on Lucius to send word that Tom would like to talk. Timing was crucial if Harry was going to pull this plan off, so Harry waited patiently for Lucius. That didn't mean that there weren't several hundred knife marks in the wall in front of Harry's desk, but still considering the entire situation, Harry was being remarkably patient.
Thursday morning dawned bright and foggy, but Harry felt surprisingly good about today. His good feeling was right as he saw Lucius's eagle owl sitting in his scrambled eggs at the breakfast table. Draco was having a staring contest with the dodgy looking bird and seemed to actually be winning. Harry just shook his head and fished the letter out of his toast and jam. The slightly sticky letter was still legible, so Harry quickly skimmed the letter. Tom was ready to give him the books and was suggesting a truce and extending a hand of friendship. Harry nodded and then scrabbled around for a quill and some ink.
After the third failed attempt at finding either, Harry said, "Fuck this," and grabbed a muggle pen. Who cared if the reply was in muggle ink? A squawk sounded from the breakfast table, and Harry whirled around to see Draco trying to strangle the bird, Blaise pulling on Draco's arm, Gred and Forge rolling around in the floor laughing and Hermione repressing a smile.
Harry blinked then turned back to his letter with a mental note to himself to get some coffee soon.