A/N: Hello, people! This story is part of 36 Communities now! You all rock! As for reviews, 95 since the last chapter which was only a few days ago!
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ENJOY! ***WARNING*** Depressing stuff happens in this chapter. Sort of angsty.
It was in early April, that the announcement came out.
Harry had to literally drag Snape into Marvolo's classroom, so that they weren't 'breaking the rules'.
"I didn't want you to kill them!"
Marvolo looked up from the papers he was grading, meeting Harry's gaze. His eyes then shifted to the paper in the teen's hands. "I didn't," he commented lightly, moving back to the parchment.
"So then Vanya Krum is suddenly murdered while out shopping in Paris and you expect me to believe that you had nothing to do with it?"
"I never said I had nothing to do with it, I just stated that I personally, didn't do it."
Harry fumed, "What did you do, Marvolo?"
"I simply placed a suggestion in someone's mind. Someone who did not appreciate what the little chit had done to her favorite Quidditch Star. What she did after I spoke with her, is of no consequence to me in the least."
Harry gaped for the better part of a minute. Marvolo's easy admittance of what he did completely threw Harry for a loop. How was he supposed to reprimand someone who felt absolutely no remorse for their actions? Was that even possible?
Snape rolled his eyes, "Potter, I don't understand why you even care at all. This girl is avaricious and obviously exudes a duplicitous behavior toward the Bulgarian. You do not find it convenient that she and her sibling managed to convince a pureblood child who was most likely trained in the motions from a young age, to agree to an Unbreakable Vow? Even if they are under the impression that all they lose is their magic? And wasn't it just the most opportune moment during your courtship of the young man, after being together for several months, that they suddenly recall this vow of theirs?"
Harry paled and murmured the words, "She's a golddigger."
Marvolo nodded, "In simple terms, yes."
Harry sank down into the chair in front of Marvolo's desk and sighed "Fine. I guess can't be angry with you when she did such a thing."
Marvolo smirked, "Good. Her brother is next on my comrade's list."
"Lord Slitherperv, why are you doing this? What are you getting out of it?"
Marvolo continued to write, even as he answered. "Pity, one would say. Also, I could tell that you were not happy about your friend being tied to such a person for the rest of her life."
"Y-you did it, so I wouldn't be sad for my friend?"
There was no answer.
Snape was turned away from Harry, but the teen saw a small miniscule lift in his lips. He was smirking.
"Oh, fine!"
A couple of weeks later, Harry awoke early in the morning, feeling nauseated and ended up retching in lavatory. He hadn't been feeling well lately. Headaches, he was forgetting things and then the regurgitating on a constant basis wasn't pleasant to remember.
He shuddered as he cleaned his mouth out.
At breakfast, Hermione made a comment about how much he was eating. He paused, fork halfway to his mouth and gave her a confused glance.
"What do you mean?"
"You've been eating a lot lately, Harry. You don't each much and then suddenly you're eating enough for three people!"
He looked down at his plates. One plate was filled with bacon and bangers and the other had toast, eggs over easy and a large scoop of mash. He was drinking water and orange juice.
"It doesn't look like much."
"Harry, you used to only eat a piece of toast and an egg, with water," she pointed out.
He froze again and tried to think back. He shook his head, "I don't remember that."
"You've been forgetting a lot lately. Ever since Christmas, you've been a little scatterbrained. Are you okay?"
"I guess," he shrugged. "Except for the random pains and retching, and maybe the forgetting, I'm fine."
"You can't keep your food down?"
"Now, I've been waking up, sick."
Hermione's thinking face appeared and she sat there, lips pursed as she thought over everything he had said. Her eyes went wide suddenly and she gasped, jumping from her seat. "I have to go to the library!"
Harry and Ron shared a confused look, but shrugged and continued eating. Luna appeared a moment later and she sat right across from Harry, looking too serious. Luna wasn't a serious person, so Harry stopped eating to fix her with a worried look. "Are you okay, Luna?"
"Harry, you should go see Madam Pomfrey after classes. You're very sick."
"Huh?"
"It's a very rare sickness and you need her to do a diagnostic scan on you. Promise me that you'll go to her today. Please?"
"Uh...okay, If you really want me to, I will."
She smiled tightly and nodded, "Good. I think I'll go have some pudding now."
She stood with a wave and skipped back to her table.
"What was that about?" Ginny appeared on his right.
"Luna says that I'm sick and should go to the Hospital Wing after classes."
"Luna is never wrong, make sure you do as she said."
"Okay."
"What about Hermione?"
"Library," the two boys answered together.
"Of course."
It was during DADA, that Harry's 'illness' kicked in. They had been practicing dueling and Harry had been up against Malfoy and they were really going at it. The Boy-Who-Lived was shocked that the blonde had managed to keep up at all.
It during a particularly good Protego, that Harry's stomach suddenly lurched and a sharp pain ran through his abdomen. He doubled over, forgetting to put up the shield and Malfoy's spell hit him square in the chest and knocked him back several yards. He landed with a loud thump and the pain he'd been feeling was exacerbated by the spell and the landing.
His breath caught in his throat and he couldn't breathe. It burned? Something wet traveled up his throat and then he was choking and sputtering. He rolled to the side and briefly noted that it was blood that was coming from his mouth. It sizzled on the floor.
Snape was by his side the next second, wand pointed to his throat as he said, "Anapneo."
He stopped choking but was still having breathing problems and he was clutching his abdomen.
"Potter, you aren't bleeding, where is the pain?"
He motioned to the place and Snape's silence wasn't reassuring.
He suddenly froze and realized that Snape had cast Petrificus Totalus on him. That did not make the pain go away though.
Distantly, he heard the dour man yell at some students and he realized that was was being levitated through the halls at an alarming rate.
They were in the Hospital Wing soon and Harry was being placed on a bed. Madam Pomfrey started asking all sorts of questions. Harry could hear Hermione in the background, answering what she knew. Snape was filling the woman in on the duel.
Harry could feel the familiar warmth of Pomfrey's diagnostic scan.
The old woman gasped in obvious horror.
"The bloody hell?"
First time Harry ever heard Snape curse. If must have been bad if he was reduced to such vulgar language.
"Who was it?" Snape's voice rang out.
"You don't think it was-"
"No. Lord Slytherin agreed to wait for him. Potter had a bad run in with a muggle man in a dark alley when he was twelve, if you understand. He has issues."
"So then this is a product of-"
"I have no doubt in my mind."
Harry could see his skin glow green for a moment, before the light died down. There was another gasp followed by a fumbling sort of sound. Hermione's frantic cry of, "Madam Pomfrey!" did not relieve his fears.
"She's unconscious form the shock. Ms. Granger, I'm going to need your assistance. In order to be a Potions Master, one needs to have a medical license and I do. We cannot allow Potter to remain like this any longer, he must be fixed now. Will you hold him down for me? This cannot be executed on a petrified victim."
"Yes, sir."
What proceeded was Snape's voice chanting something and Harry's hearing and vision going wonky. Then his sense of touch was numbed. Though he was finally able to breathe normally.
He didn't know what they were doing or even how long it took. With every sense but smell and taste, gone, he couldn't discern anything.
He began counting to pass the time, waiting for the pain to subside.
One… two… three…
One hundred… one hundred and one… one hundred and two…
One thousand… one thousand and one… one thousand and two…
Ten thousand… ten thousand and one… ten thousand and two.
He had already reached fifty thousand by the time everything returned to normal.
"Harry? Harry, are you feeling alright?"
"Mione?"
"I'm here. Professor Snape went to get Professor Slytherin. He figured you'd like for him to be here."
Harry managed a small nod, "What happened?" His voice was whispering, laden with fear and worry.
"I...don't think I should be the one to inform you, Harry."
What? "Why?"
"Well…"
"Ms. Granger, thank you for remaining with him. Potter, do wish for her to stay for the revelation?"
Harry's eyes landed on Snape and not to far behind him, was Marvolo.
He considered Snape's question and nodded slowly.
"Very well then."
Snape and Marvolo both began to place several silencing charms in the room, until they were sure that everything was properly protected.
Hermione sat beside Harry, who realized that he couldn't really move. He felt tired. Why?
Marvolo was looking at Snape expectantly, green eyes penetrating. Unnerving.
Snape sighed, "Ms. Granger, could you please explain the discussion you had with Potter early this morning?"
Hermione's brows furrowed but she nodded. "I commented that Harry had been eating enough for three people and asked if he was okay. He said he's been waking up sick every morning and feeling strange pains. He also said that he'd been forgetting things lately. I went to the library to look up a few things and it turns out that my suspicion was correct and it really wish I wasn't."
Marvolo was looking at Harry now and the teen could feel his stomach drop. If Hermione was feeling bad, then it must have been terrible.
"Just to clarify…" Snape began slowly. "You both do not have an active sexual relationship?"
"No!" both Harry and Marvolo insisted adamantly.
"I already knew but just for the record of saying that I asked. The diagnostic scan came back positive for an already five month long gestation period."
Marvolo's magic began to react and his aura swirled around him erratically. Hermione shook her head and Harry was left in confusion.
"I don't understand, sir."
"You had a miscarriage."
Harry's heart stopped! How? He'd never done...that. Ever.
"I-I don't understand. Don't people have to...you know...in order for a pregnancy to even happen, let alone to miscarry?"
Snape's head was moving up and down. "Yes. You claimed to be forgetting things as of late?"
"Mione asked where I was for patrols and I clearly remember being there, though nothing happened. Sometimes I forget things that I know I studied and therefore, should not be forgetting at all. What does that have to do with this, sir?"
Snape sighed, "I regret to inform you but Madam Pomfrey fainted from the revelation of how you were with child. I have a feeling your lack of memory plays into this. You were in the middle of a duel in class and suddenly you doubled over in obvious pain. Mr. Malfoy's spell hit you and when you landed, you proceeded to regurgitate blood. A lot of it. I rushed you here and Madam Pomfrey performed the scan and it came back positive for pregnancy. She then cast the spell required for discerning who the giver in the relationship is."
The silence was deafening as Snape pulled out his wand and cast the very same charm from before, on a small bundle on the bedside table. It glowed green for a moment and Harry waited for Snape to say something.
The dark man showed Marvolo first, who proceeded to rant and rave, magic lashing out and completely crushing one of the beds on the other side of the room. Lifting it off the floor and twisting the metal harshly until it was a large metal ball. It dropped to the floor with a loud thud.
"He dared?!" the man hissed in obvious anger.
"I'm afraid so."
"Who dared what?" Harry asked, gaining their attention once more.
Marvolo looked at Snape and then Hermione, "My apologies but could you please give us some solitude? Ms. Granger, will you fetch Professor Lupin and Mr. Black?"
The Gryffindor look between them and nodded, before patting Harry's head slowly and quickly leaving the room.
"Hadrian, Severus had to perform immediately medical aid in order to save your body from any internal damage. Miscarriages are more dangerous for males than females. The child did not make it and I know even though you became pregnant through nefarious means, you'll want to mourn the child."
Harry sputtered, "I was really? Truly?"
Snape nodded, "The attack in class made whatever was wrong with you, worse and the child couldn't handle the stress of the impact or the jostling as you landed. I'm sorry."
"Who was the father? Why don't I remember?" Even as he asked these questions, Harry could feel the fear rushing in. There was only one way it could have happened. He was terrified of who the father was.
"Someone took advantage of you and Obliviated the encounters from your mind."
"Who?"
There was a sigh.
"Who?!" he reiterated impatiently.
"Albus Dumbledore."
Harry jerked and leaned over the side of the bed to empty his stomach on the floor. Disgust rolled over him, seeping from every pore in his body. He shook, trying to get the picture out of his mind.
"I don't even know where he is. I had wondered why Dumbledore suddenly disappeared out of the wards about half an hour ago," Marvolo hissed.
Something warm touched Harry's back, making him flinch.
"What happened to my pup?!"
"Black, Lupin, your godson has been defiled by the almighty Dumbledore. Can we kill him now?"
Marvolo's voice interrupted the possible shouting from Sirius, "I'm going to torture him."
Remus's shoes entered Harry's line of vision. Arms wrapped around him from behind and his stomach heave, though there was nothing coming out now. The vomit disappeared and Moony knelt in front of him.
"Cub, are you okay?"
"Is he pregnant with that light fucker's brat?!"
"Calm down Padfoot."
"No. He was rushed here because of a miscarriage."
Silence…
…
…
…
…
"Is that old bastard still here?"
"He fled about an hour ago. Around the time that Hadrian was admitted to the Hospital Wing."
"Dammit."
Remus calmly ran his fingers through Harry's hair while Marvolo busied himself with rubbing Harry's back.
"Who's going to the Aurors, who's going to the Minister and who's going to the Daily Prophet?" Remus asked calmly.
Harry was sequestered in the Hospital Wing for the next few nights. He was forbidden from leaving and he really didn't want to.
The baby, fetus, child. It had been a girl. A little girl. Nine inches of pure cuteness. Though he was angered to learn of what Dumbledore had done. Annoyed to know that he had been raped by...ugh...to be defiled by that man. Even though he was hurt, he still felt for the child. She would never get to grow up and go to Hogwarts or get married and have children of her own.
His little girl didn't even get to be born. And he'd never get to see her grow up.
Like Snape said, he mourned. Hard. So he hated the father of his daughter and wanted to castrate the old fucker. That didn't mean he had to hate his little girl.
She got her own little coffin. Small and pink. Marvolo was kind enough to bury it for him, since he couldn't leave the Hospital Wing. He buried her, with Hermione, Ginny and Luna's assistance, near the Whomping Willow, since Harry wanted her on Hogwarts soil. Luna performed a small ritual that her mother had taught her for the funerals of children and when Harry saw it in Marvolo's memory later on, he cried...again.
Luna sat with Harry often after classes were over. She was silent the whole time, which was perfectly fine to him. With Luna, one didn't need to fill the silence with useless chatter, because not everything could be said with words. She was comforting and she sang lightly when she thought he had fallen asleep.
She was kind and told him that there was nothing wrong with naming his baby, even though she technically didn't even get a chance to be a person. Because she was never 'born' that meant she wasn't necessarily a person. What? Was she a fucking alien or something? She had a head, two arms and legs, ten fingers and toes. She certainly looked like a little human. Why the hell couldn't she be considered a person?
Luna even supported his name. Annalise Bellissa Potter. She did not get Dumblefuck's name. He wasn't worthy of her.
It was during his last evening in the Hospital Wing, that he had an unexpected guest.
Malfoy.
"What are you doing here?" the Gryffindor lord queried, confused as to why Malfoy of all people was there.
"No one has been told what happened in class and I just wanted to make sure that I didn't, you know...hurt you permanently or anything."
"Why would you care?"
"I don't hate you. I just think you're an idiot. And if Lord Slytherin, whom I actually know the truth about, is okay with you and seems to care for you, you mustn't be so bad."
Harry considered him for a moment, before shrugging. "I was already stressed about a few things and was on the verge, according to Madam Pomfrey. We found out that I was pregnant."
Malfoy's grey/blue eyes went unbearably wide and he began to stutter in fear. Probably thinking that Marvolo was the father.
Harry set him straight with, "She wasn't Marvolo's. Apparently, Dumbledore was Obliviating me so that he could…" he trailed off, shuddering at the thought.
Malfoy wasn't as stupid as Harry originally perceived. He snarled in disgust and asked if he should tell his father.
"Sirius, Remus and Marvolo are already on everything. Dumbledore has been stripped of every title he holds as well as put on every hit list in the magical world. Apparently, raping the Boy-Who-Lived warrants a kill-on-sight order. Madam Bones isn't pleased. Head Auror Shacklebolt is ashamed of ever looking up to the man and there will be something in the Prophet tomorrow."
Malfoy approached the bed slowly and sat at the end. "So the child, didn't make it then?"
"No. Marvolo buried her for me. Over by the Whomping Willow. I wanted her to be at Hogwarts."
"Are you going to make a memorial for her?"
"Huh?"
Malfoy nodded, "In recent days, parents who birth stillborns or sometimes miscarry, will use their magic to create something in memorial. Usually if the child did not appear on the family tapestry or if the family doesn't have a tapestry."
That made Harry think. The first thing he'd do when he got home, was check the Black Tapestry and then go to Gringotts to check the Potter Tapestry in the Main Potter Vault.
"I'll consider it. What sort of things do people make?"
And the rest of the evening was spent in surprisingly comfortable companionship with a person he had always been fighting against. Strange, how such problems in life could even the most opposite of people together.
Harry was back in classes and had to really cram his studying in if he wanted to do well in his O.W.L.s and Hermione pretty much blew her mind with all the studying she put Gryffindor through. In the Common Room, she separated everyone into groups and had them begin quizzing each other repeatedly.
Harry put aside his sadness in order to fully concentrate on his schoolwork. Grades were an important part of schooling. They would determine which classes he could take for N.E.W.T.s and he wanted to take all of them.
He got to sit in on the N.E.W.T. exam for Ancient Runes and passed with the highest score, scaring the wits out of the woman who was doing the testing. She was a Ministry official. All of the people giving the O.W.L. and N.E.W.T. exams were people from the Ministry.
Thanks to Snape and Remus over the last couple of years, Harry didn't struggle to do well. He didn't have a hard time with anything. He wondered if that was what Hermione felt like. Knowing all the answers and having no doubt about it.
He felt that Gryffindor was properly prepared. Their incentive to beat Slytherin was enough to get them all to study their hardest.
The first two weeks of June were spent anticipating the exams. The third week was pretty much spent doing nothing and waiting for the term to end.
They'd receive their grade in the summer, along with the list of things they'd need for school and the classes they'd choose to take. Hermione blathered on excitedly.
Harry was looking forward to summer and what he had planned.
Viktor was already being courted by someone new. A Bulgarian, even bigger than he was. Harry could see now, what Snape had meant all those months ago.
It was an infatuation, over a sport and small little facts. He cared about Viktor, but it wasn't love. He regretted that. But there was nothing he could do about how he felt.
Marvolo was very supportive during his down time. His period of listlessness. His depression had come back full force once he was away from Hogwarts. Sirius signed him up for therapy sessions at St. Mungo's. An unbiased opinion would do him a world of good.
The first thing he had done upon entering Grimmauld Place, was going straight for the Black Tapestry.
There...at the bottom of the far wall, under Harry's name and face, was a small little head surrounded by black curls. Bright green eyes smiling at him. A small smile. There was a trail of roses around the picture and the words Annalise Bellissa Potter-Black in fanciful script underneath, like all the other pictures on the tree. Unlike Harry's though, the picture was darker, like all other dead Black members.
Sirius was beside him in the next second, wrapping understanding arms around him.
"How is she there? Is that what she would have looked like?"
Sirius hummed. "The tapestry has always shown what we'll look like when older. I'm guessing that was what she'd look like around age eighteen. Your picture is a bit older than you are, you see."
Harry nodded, throat closing up as he tried not to cry again. It didn't work and he choked out a small sob.
A further reminder to her never getting to live and grow. She was beautiful. Would have been a spectacular child.
She had dimples. She looked like Lily but with Harry's coloring.
"I'm going to need those appointments to be a lot more frequent than once a week," Harry stated, before turning around and marching straight up to his bedroom where he threw himself on the bed and let out all the tears threatening to escape.
The Boy-Who-Lived didn't like it. Being raped. That was a give in. Getting pregnant at such an age. Another give in. Losing the child even though she was made with the help of a man he hated. Confusing to some maybe.
They'd wonder, why care if you hated the father?
Why shouldn't he care? He had a little person growing in him for five months. Even if he didn't know it then, to learn that he had been a little more than halfway to giving birth to a new life, was a big deal. Why punish the child for the faults of the 'father'?
Dumbledore was the fucker behind it all. He was the one who should suffer, not Annalise. Not his baby.
Harry did not leave his room that evening and he did not open the door when Moony and Padfoot knocked with worry. He just laid there, wishing the comforter would swallow him up and take away the misery.
The next day, Harry awoke with a splitting headache. Falling asleep crying was not of the best ideas. His eyes were dry and irritated and puffy, just a bit.
The teen forced himself to get up and shower. To get dressed and trudge downstairs for the morning meal.
His godfathers didn't lavish him with attention or questions. He was allowed eat in peace. He then asked for permission to go to Gringotts, because he wanted to check out the Potter Vaults. Permission was granted.
When he walked into the bank an hour later, every Goblin paused in what they were doing to look at him. He didn't understand why but just walked past them until he reached Ragnok's podium.
"Hadrian James Potter, here to see Master Griphook about the Potter Vaults," he said, flashing his necklace of rings.
Ragnok's beady gaze fixed intently upon him and he cleared his throat. "Lord Potter, the Goblin Nation has been keeping up to date with the events that have recently transpired in the wizarding world. From the fall of Dolores Jane Umbridge to the most troubling revelation of Albus Dumbledore and his actions toward you. We'd like to express our deepest condolences and offer a form of revenge in exchange for a small fee."
It was dead silent in the bank. Harry realized that every Goblin was watching their exchange. Watching Harry actually.
"Thank you for your consideration, Head Ragnok. How may I enact vengeance upon that disgusting excuse of a wizard?"
Ragnok smiled darkly. Evilly. Greedily. "You conceived an heir with Lord Dumbledore. You carried for more than half an early term and the interaction required for such, wasn't performed willingly. With proper legal action, you could hire a solicitor to take the measures needed in removing nearly every bit of wealth Albus Dumbledore possesses."
Harry's Avada eyes sparkled and he felt his magic react to his sudden leap in emotion.
"And how much would the Goblins like in return for their assistance?"
He wasn't stupid. A 'small fee' could mean a lot in some terms.
"Thirty percent of the vault's gold."
"That's it?"
He couldn't help but be incredulous. That didn't seem like much. When Ragnok nodded he returned the action and said, "If you can ensure that this'll hurt his purse, you can have half the gold."
From the way Ragnok's eyes widened, there was a lot of gold in Dumbledore's vault.
Ragnok stepped down from his podium and gestured for Harry to follow while sending for Griphook.
After several minutes filled with Goblins entering and leaving the office and Ragnok actually sending someone to fetch Snape of all people, Harry let them handle everything unless he was asked questions. When Snape entered the room ten minutes later, he gave Harry a perplexed looked but didn't say anything.
Since Snape was the one to perform the operation of fixing Harry lest the miscarriage harm him, he had to swear that he was speaking only the truth and recounted the entire situation to a terrifying amount of detail.
Harry was asked to read something and then sign it. It was his agreement with Snape's words. Snape then read and signed. Several Goblins signed as well. Some blood was thrown in there and suddenly, Harry was glowing lavender.
Apparently, being the 'bearer' of Dumbledore's heir, even if she didn't make it, gave him an amount of power over the man's assets and by pressing official legal charges for the rape and the pain involved, he gained more power. He couldn't drain the vault dry unfortunately. There had to be money in there when he was one, but he solved the problem easily.
They'd take everything and leave only a Knut behind.
Snape smirked when he realized what they planned to do and Harry offered to let the man peruse the books in the vault and take what he wanted, in return for spending his first day of summer break, coming to Harry's aid. Snape accepted kindly.
After some more speaking and signing of things, they finally made heir way to the Dumbledore Vault. Albus's brother had a separate vault and there was no risk of leaving him destitute.
There was a lot of gold. More than Harry's Trust Vault. It was impressive for sure but he was more interested in the jewels and the books than anything else.
Snape happily - as happy as a Slytherin could outwardly express himself anyway - collected the potions and defense texts.
The Goblins collected their share and then moved Harry's into his Trust Vault.
Harry felt a mild emotion of joy well up inside him as the doors of the Dumbledore Vault closed and the only thing left inside, was the lone Knut on the floor before the door. Justice.
He bade farewell to Snape, who wished him a good holiday and let Griphook lead him to the Main Potter Vault. It was vast and filled with many books. What caught his eyes most, were the two portraits in the far back.
He recognized Dorea Black from the Tapestry, so he assumed that the man in the portrait beside her, was her husband. Charlus Potter.
"Are you the new lord?" the woman asked excitedly.
"A bit young to be a lord," Charlus commented.
Dorea walked into his painting and smack him upside the head. "Don't be rude! I'm Dorea Potter nee Black, sweetheart. That's Charlus Potter, the former lord."
Harry stared for a moment, before nodding and bowing respectfully. "I'm Hadrian James Potter. Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter. Lord of the Most Ancient House of Gryffindor. Lord of the Noble House of Donovan. Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black. Heir to the Most Ancient House of Peverell."
"You're our grandson! We only saw you once," Dorea smiled, looking sad.
"How old are you?" Charlus asked.
"Fifteen."
"Already lord at such an age. Where are James and Lillian?" Charlus asked.
"They were… killed years ago. I grew up with mum's muggle sister."
Both Charlus and Dorea sneered at that. Dorea looked offended on his behalf. "You poor dear!" she wailed.
"Muggles,"
Charlus frowned, nose wrinkling in obvious distaste.
Harry looked back to the door and asked Griphook if he was allowed to take his grandparents' portraits with him. The Goblin nodded.
Harry lifted his hand and easily levitated the frames off the wall, before turning and looking around the room for the Potter Tapestry.
"Griphook, is the Potter Tapestry here?"
The Goblin nodded once more and gestured to the ceiling, where a large piece of fabric unfurled and dropped in front of him.
"Thank you."
Since it was a little too dark for him to see, he waved his hand, casting a silent, Lumos Solem. The entire Vault was filled with bright light and Harry blinked rapidly in order to gt used to the change. He shook himself off before searching for himself on the Tapestry.
He was understandably at the bottom. And right below him, on a small branch of her own surrounded by a cluster of pink flowers, was the same picture of Annalise from the Black Tapestry.
His eyes teared up again and he waved his hand, making the Tapestry roll back up into the holder on the ceiling. He wiped his eyes and strode from the Vault muttering, "I'm sick of crying."
"If it's any consolation Lord Potter, you've handled it a lot better then any witch or wizard we Goblins have heard of. Such things usually bring the sufferer to take their own life in response to the grief. You've done remarkably well, considering. Sometimes, the tears are what help wash away the sadness."
Harry regarded the Goblin for a moment, before nodding slowly in acceptance. "Thank you, Griphook."
He nodded, "Would you like to visit any of your other Vaults?"
Harry shook his head, "I'm good for now. Thank you."
He then shrank the portraits and placed them in his bag, for later.
As they rode the cart back up to the doors, Harry could only wonder what life would be like from that point forward.
Nothing could just be the same now. Nothing would ever be the same.
He sighed as he looked over the edge of the cart and could only think of what would happen to Dumblefuck once Marvolo got his hands on him. He prayed that it would hurt.
A/N: Another one done! So, Dumbles is a real nasty blighter. The reason why he did what he did will come up in later chapters, worry not. I just wanted to get him the hell out of the picture because up until now, he's been annoying and unwanted but hasn't done enough to warrant death. This way seemed like a good way to go and it'll make Harry trust in Marvolo a lot more now. A deeper connection if you will. Also, I killed Vanya and her brother! Woot Woot!
Snape performed a great feat of magic on Harry to fix the internal mess from the miscarriage. No blood was involved except what he coughed up on the floor of the DADA classroom which is ruined.
DeliberatelyAnon- I don't give a fuck what your 'real' name is. You were too cowardly to put it in the first place. You're worthless, like all flamers are. If you check the reviews, you'll see that you've been dissed by a good number of people. But hey, what's an attention whore like you going to do? You love attention, even if it's bad. Congrats on being an idiot. Some of my reviews are correct, how stupid must you be if you can't even notice an example when it's given? I've been blown away. Go on and respond, so that my readers can continue to roast your flaming ass on their personal grills.
It's not my fault that you want so much attention and are too cowardly to put a name. You don't want my reviewers going after your misinformed ass, that's called cowardice. You admitted it yourself. Nothing about you is special. Nothing about you, even as a flamer, is original. You have nothing new to bring to the argument. You are worthless. A waste of space. Over 200,000 people want to wring your neck for your stupidity. Shows how unimpressive you and your 'arguments' are, doesn't it? But congrats, you got the attention that you wanted.
**I FINALLY GOT THIS STORY POSTED ON ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN! IT'S ALSO ON FICTIONPAD, BUT ARCHIVE IS BEST!**
Check out my other Harry Potter stories. Surge de Hydra(SLASH, complete) Tom/Harry. It's Okay Now(SLASH, ongoing) Tom/Harry/Draco. Friend or More?(SLASH, ongoing) Tom/Harry. Her Eyes(ongoing) femHarry/Snape. What's in a Name?(ongoing) femHarry/Tom, The Lonely(SLASH, ongoing) Harry/Cedric and Harry Potter and the Vampire's Ring(SLASH, ongoing) Harry/Severus.
See ya! :D