The month of April seemed to drag. Harry's letters to and from Sirius kept his spirits up but he relied on Hermione's support more than ever. The worst part of his incarceration was the fact Sirius would miss the Quidditch Final against Slytherin.

Harry received a letter from Sara during the first week. It outlined what the plan was for his summer. Harry was ecstatic, the idea she came up with was exactly what he needed. He quickly wrote a reply and sent it that morning. Later that day, he spoke with Professors McGonagall and Flitwick about his plans.

"Well Harry, this seems to be the best solution to your summer housing." Minerva said.

"Yes Mam. But I had only one condition that it hope won't cause too many problems." Harry answered.

"And what condition would that be?" Filius asked.

"Well, because the Jefferies are going to put their home under the Fidelius Charm. I wanted the two of you in on the secret. Both of you have helped me so much this year, and I can't thank you enough and I would feel more at ease if the two of you could get to me if I needed help. That is if you are willing?" Harry said.

"Of course we will help. I personally would like to set up a few interesting wards that would make the Jefferies' more secure. Sara Jefferies was a very fine student, on par with your mother I dare say." Filius said.

"I agree with Filius. I will help you in any way I can. I'm surprised that they are going through so much trouble for this." Minerva pondered.

"From what I was told, Sara's dad has some issues with the Headmaster. I'm not sure what they are, and I don't want to pry, but it has something to do with him not staying in the magical world."

"It seems that Albus has burned more bridges then we originally thought. I wonder what else he has done and to whom." Filius said.

"Thank you both for helping me. I'm going to send my answer to Madam Bones tonight to get the parchment work started. Would you help me compose the letter, so I don't sound too stupid?" Harry asked sheepishly.

"Of course, I'd be delighted." Minerva said.

"Thank you."

"You are most welcome, Harry." Minerva said.

Harry made his way back to the common room and found Hermione in HER chair reading. He invited her into his trunk for a private conversation and she joined him. Inside the trunk, Harry showed her the letter he received then Hermione spoke.

"This is wonderful. I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks. It's still hard to believe that I won't be returning to my wonderful relatives this summer." He said sarcastically.

"I'm surprised that Professor Dumbledore hasn't made too much fuss about this. It seems too easy." She said.

"I know what you mean. He's been too quiet and it's making me nervous. I just want this to be over." He said dejectedly.

Hermione moved closer to him and wrap her arms around him warmly. He returned the gesture with equal fervor, burying his face into her shoulder. His tension seemed to disappear, but a thought appeared in his head. He needed to tell her something and this was the best time. He reluctantly separated from her embrace, took her hands in his and stared into her deep brown eyes. He spoke softly.

"Hermione, I don't know how to thank you for being here for me this year. Since we started dating, I never felt more alive. I'm crazy about you and I know I should have asked you this sooner . . . Would . . . Would you be my girlfriend?"

Hermione couldn't believe what he just said. She wasted no time and answered him in a way he would never forget. She removed her hands from his and wrapped them around his neck pulling him to her. She kissed him hard on the lips, he was stunned for a moment then kissed her back. She nibbled on his bottom lip, causing him to gasp. She slid her tongue into his mouth and they gently began to explore each others taste organs. When air became an issue, they separated both breathing heavy. Harry composed himself, but all he could say was.

"WOW!"

"I've been saving that for this moment. Yes. I would love to be your girlfriend." She said breathing heavily.

Harry grinned ear to ear. He's never been so happy in his life. He asked a bit reluctantly. "Can we . . ." He never got the chance to finish his question. For the next half hour, the couple enjoyed this new aspect of their now official relationship.

The days leading up to the Quidditch Finals were quiet but enjoyable. The weather was warming and the Gryffindor team was more than ready. Slytherin was ahead by twenty points, so it would come down to who caught the Snitch first. Harry was at the top of his game. Harry let Ron borrow his Nimbus 2000 to train with Wood, so the team would have a trained Keeper after Oliver left. Ginny would practice with the Chasers, from time to time as well.

The day of the final match arrived and the entire Gryffindor team was pumped. Wood gave his usual pre game pep talk and they headed out to the pitch. Both teams took their places and the game started. Harry broke the school record for the fastest catch winning the Quidditch Cup for his house. The old record was set by Charlie Weasley with a time of five minutes twenty three seconds, Harry did it in three minutes ten seconds.

The party in the common room was a blow out. Students from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw came to give their congratulations to Harry but didn't stay long. Hermione pulled Harry out of the common room for a 'private' celebration. When they returned, both teens were blushing and grinning fiercely.

The rest of the month went by quietly, until Harry was called to Professor McGonagall's office. Upon his arrival, he was met by a very unhappy looking Madam Bones. He took a seat and she spoke to him sternly.

"Mr. Potter, what do you think you are doing? The Ministry is not something to toy with."

"I don't understand Mam. What did I do?" Harry asked nervously.

"You recently sent me a reply saying the Jefferies family would foster you, but you had already agreed to go with the Weasley's. What are you trying to pull young man?"

"Mam I never said I was going to stay with the Weasleys. I received conformation for the Jefferies just before I wrote to you. I spoke with Professors McGonagall and Flitwick before writing to you. I don't know what's going on but I didn't want to stay with the Weasleys. It might have caused trouble for them." Harry replied frantically.

"He's telling the truth Amelia. I helped him write his reply personally. He told me the same thing about not wanting to cause trouble for the Weasleys. When did you hear about this?" Minerva stated protectively.

"I received conformation about his choice in late March, by school owl. Are you saying you had nothing to do with this Mr. Potter?" Amelia asked confused.

"Madam Bones, I have my own owl; you've met her already. I sent my reply to you by my mail service so it would get to you quickly. I haven't even spoken to the Weasleys about this. If the Jefferies couldn't help me then I was going to ask you. I don't know how this happened." He said confused and angry.

Amelia pondered the information for a moment and came to a quick conclusion. She spoke to Harry.

"I apologize for the confusion, Mr. Potter. I have an idea of what happened but I need to speak with someone first. Rest assured I WILL get to the bottom of this and you will be going to the Jefferies, I will escort you there personally if I have to. On another matter, Your Godfather sends his congratulations on your victory." She said.

"Thank you Mam. I have a feeling about what happened also, but I won't say anything until there is proof." Harry said slightly relieved.

"That is very wise of you Mr. Potter. Now I must be off, good day to both of you."

Amelia left Minerva's office leaving the two stunned Gryffindors alone with their thoughts. Unfortunately they were both thinking the same thing.

Later that day, Amelia went to the office of Arthur Weasley. She took a seat and began to speak.

"Arthur, we have a serious mater to discuss concerning Harry Potter."

"Is he all right? He isn't hurt is he? What happened?" Arthur asked frantically.

"He's fine. I spoke with him earlier today. The problem is with his placement with you this summer. He told me he never spoke with you about this. Please explain." Amelia said flatly.

"I was told it was all taken care of. Molly was elated when Albus agreed to let him stay with us. We have been trying for some time to foster him, I've heard stories about his relatives; they aren't the nicest people."

"That is an understatement. Those people should be in Azkaban for what they've done to Mr. Potter. I'm sorry to tell you this but Mr. Potter will not be staying with you this summer. He didn't want to cause trouble for your family with Dumbledore." She said.

"Trouble with Albus? What do you mean? Albus loves Harry, he thinks of him as a sort of Grandson. What is going on Amy?" He said confused.

"Arthur, Dumbledore is not the man we thought he was. He has broken many laws that directly affected Mr. Potter's life. It has cost him his place as Chief Warlock and nearly cost him prison time. He had no LEGAL right to make this decision. You aren't in any trouble, so don't worry. I just can't understand why the old coot is so interested in Harry's life so fiercely." Amelia said.

"I can't believe what you just said. I had no idea that it was this bad. Molly won't be pleased, she's been looking forward to him staying with us. Were his relatives really that bad?" Arthur said solemnly.

"Come by my office before you leave today and I'll show you the evidence."

"Thank you Amy. I'll Floo Molly with the bad news. I'm not looking forward to the fallout."

"I'm sorry for this. It wasn't your fault so don't blame yourself. Harry doesn't hate you, he was trying to protect you." She said.

Amelia departed and Arthur was left with the task of telling his wife about this turn of events. He was not a happy person. He decided to wait until he had seen the evidence to inform his wife of this new development.

Meanwhile, Harry had been in a foul mood ever since his meeting with Amelia. He went to the training room to blow off some steam but walked in on several female members of the Dueling Club practicing. He was nearly hit by a stray curse but easily dodged the spell. He ended up dueling four girls at the same time. Hermione, Luna, Susan and Padma all fought against Harry but one by one they were stunned but quickly revived until Luna caught him with a spell he didn't recognize. He was momentarily dazed and was quickly stunned by Susan.

After he was revived, Harry apologized to the ladies and they talked about their duel. Padma spoke first.

"That was wicked. I can't believe how good you are Harry."

"Not good enough; I lost, it was fun though. What was that spell you hit me with Luna? All I could see were spots in front of my eyes." He asked.

"That was a family spell. It causes your vision to go wonky for a bit. I'm sorry I can't share the secret though." Luna said.

"Do all Pure-Blood families have personal spells?" Hermione asked her friends.

"Most do, and they are past down from generation to generation. They are usually set up so that only a family member could use them, probably so they can't be used against their own. In the past, it was a high crime to steal familial magic." Susan said.

"I heard that some families married into others just for their spells, then wiped them out. That's why some older families know so much. There were other families that shared their knowledge but they were few and far between." Padma said.

"That's totally barbaric. Knowledge should be free not hidden away. How can a society survive like that?" Hermione protested.

"That's the way it's always been. We grew up with this so we don't see it the same way as you do. I'm not saying I agree with it but it's Pure-Blood Law. " Padma answered.

"Besides when you marry Harry, you'll have access to all sorts of cool spells." Susan said coyly.

Hermione and Harry blushed at this statement then Luna decided to mess with her friends.

"Of course, Harry plus Hermione equals Harmony."

"Yeah, and when you take his name you'll save a fortune on monogram towels." Susan said smiling.

"What do you mean by that?" Harry said shyly.

"That's right. You both would have the same initials then. H.J.P.- it was meant to be." Padmasaid triumphantly in a sing song voice.

The three girls shared a good laugh while the couple blushed profusely. They looked at each other and thought the same thing. We'll talk later.

That evening, after completing their homework, Harry and Hermione were sitting on the sofa in their library. Even though their relationship moved forward, they really enjoyed cuddling. They discussed the day's events, his meeting, the duel and family spells. Hermione spoke.

"Do you think the Headmaster wanted you at the Weasley's for a reason or just to make an amends?"

"I'm not sure. I hate to think it was a set up of some kind. I know the prophecy is important but why all the drama. What else does he want from me?"

"It must be more than just the prophecy. Maybe he wants you to be the next Minister of Magic or Headmaster."

"If I survive that is. Don't look at me that way, think about it. He didn't want to tell me about my destiny and he didn't want to train me. I feel that our adventures the past two years were set up to test me. I know I couldn't get through them without your's and Ron's help but in the end I was alone against Voldemort and nearly died twice. What if he's setting me up to be a sacrifice to stop him? What if with my death, I kill Voldemort?" Harry said.

Hermione sat up and put her hands on the sides of his face. She looked him straight in the eyes intensely and said.

"DON'T EVER SAY THAT AGAIN! Even if it is true, we'll find a way to win without you dying. I WON'T LET YOU DIE."

Harry agreed quickly with her and they shared a chaste kiss and resumed cuddling. They sat in silence for a bit then Harry spoke.

"I noticed something during the duel. You ladies worked well together and whenever I stunned one of you, another would revive her. If Voldemort's followers work together like that, we're screwed."

"Language dear but thank you for the complement all the same. I see what you mean that we would be fighting the same people over and over again. I know you were holding back against us but we all learned something. I don't think I've seen Susan so aggressive before and Padma seemed a bit worried but she did fine as well. Luna, well she is just hard to figure out but she is inventive." She replied.

"You didn't do to bad yourself, love. You were holding back as well. How come you didn't use some of your Transfiguration skills? You are totally wicked at it." He said.

"Thank you for the complement. I'm not sure why I didn't use Transfiguration against you. I just went with the flow I guess." She said dejectedly.

"Don't beat yourself up about it. As Master Filius says, that's why we practice so we can see our mistakes and correct them before we have to do it for real. The next time WE duel it will be straight Transfiguration, no curses, that way it will become more natural. I've been working on some spell sets to include it, but none seem that good."

"I'll look over them tomorrow, maybe I could use them." She said.

"Are you trying to steal my magic Miss Granger?" He said playfully.

"Of course not dearest. I plan on marrying you because you will never survive our honeymoon. Then it will all be mine," she said confidently.

"That would be a pleasant way to go, if I don't wear you out first."

"Dream on Potter, but don't worry I'll Transfigure you into something that I could use later on, to remember you by." She said cunningly.

"I concede. You win."

They shared a heart-warming laugh and snuggled closer, if that was possible. Hermione had a thought and spoke to Harry.

"Have you found any of your family magic?"

"I've looked through the entire library and found nada. I checked the directory but couldn't find any listings for it either. It's frustrating."

"Have you talked to Madam Pince about your directory?"

"Yes, but she told me that each one is different. Without someone to tell me how it works I'm lost."

"Maybe you should just ask it." she suggested.

Harry thought to himself, It can't be that simple. He reluctantly untangled himself from his girlfriend and they went over to his directory. He looked at it and took a deep breath and said.

"Where is my family magic?" he asked firmly.

The directory glowed bright white for a moment and changed. After the glow receded, before them was a beautiful leather bound tome with the name POTTER on it's cover. Hermione went to touch it but was given a mild shock. She quickly withdrew her hand and checked for injury. Harry said.

"Are you okay? What happened?"

"I'm fine. I think only you can touch that book Harry."

Harry reached out to the book and found it accepted him. He opened it to reveal it was in fact his family's greatest treasure. The Potter Family Grimoire.

Meanwhile, at the Burrow, Arthur and Molly were having a not so pleasant chat about today's revelations. Arthur spoke.

"Molly, I have something to tell you. I stopped by Amelia Bones' office before I left and she showed me the evidence she gathered against those Muggles and Albus."

"What do you mean? Albus told me they were strict with Harry but nothing horrid. He was just exaggerating to get attention. What evidence could she have against Albus? The man is infallible." she defended.

"Is that what you think? Then you should look at this. Everything in this file was gathered by Amelia herself and verified."

Arthur handed his wife the copy of the evidence gathered. As Molly began going through the papers, she was appalled. The more she read, the angrier she became. She then read Harry's personal statement and tears started to form. By the time she was done, Molly was a complete wreck. She turned to her husband and he held her close letting her cry it out. When she finally composed herself, she spoke.

"I thought the cupboard was just a story. I thought the twins were exaggerating about all those locks on his room. How could Albus do this to Harry? James and Lily are turning over in their graves over this. Sealing their will. Withholding medical care. No child welfare visits, how could he? I can't believe I was going to help him hurt Harry. Please forgive me Arthur. I didn't know how bad it was." She said mournfully.

"What do you mean help Albus? What did he want you to do? I'm not angry at you, but if Albus was going to use MY family for something devious there will be hell to pay."

Molly composed herself the best she could. She was truly ashamed for what she was going to do. She said.

"Albus told me that Harry was telling stories to get attention. He has been using his fame to get his own way and wanted more freedom. Albus was afraid he would turn dark if he wasn't properly minded. He asked me to take him in and as his legal guardian I could confiscate his wand and trunk. I was supposed to give them to Albus for safe keeping until he returned to Hogwarts. I was also supposed to intercept his mail and see whom he has been contacting. Albus said he has made friends with questionable morals. I was then supposed to turn custody over to Albus after some time. Oh Arthur I'm so sorry, please forgive me. I didn't know." She confessed regretfully.

"Molly do you have any idea what Harry could have done to us if you took his trunk. His trunk contains his family library, Percy told me about it. We could have faced some serious charges if you had taken it from him. I'm a bit upset that you would do this behind my back, but nothing happened so I'll forgive you. Albus was going to use us then leave us to our fate. He isn't Chief Warlock anymore. He wouldn't be able to protect us from prosecution; I doubt he would have anyway." He said firmly.

"Is Harry angry with us? Is that why he doesn't want to stay with us? I know him and Ron had a falling out of sorts but they're better now." Molly asked sadly.

"No, he isn't angry. He didn't want to stay here because he didn't want to cause trouble for us with Albus. He was trying to protect us."

"That sounds more like the real Harry, always thinking of others first. I still can't believe I fell for that turning dark line. Harry would never go dark; it isn't in his nature."

"I think we should talk to Harry in person and explain what happened. I don't want to lose his trust. He's lost too much already. I hope he isn't too angry about Dumbledore's plan for him." Arthur said fearfully.

"If you think it will help." She said.

"Besides, I have a few choice words for Albus. NOBODY uses MY family and gets away with it." Arthur said strongly.

A/N: Sorry for the slow update. I lost my way, but I'm back now. I took the idea of a Grimoire from the show Charmed. I don't own that either.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything that is Harry Potter.