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Next morning when she awoke, Phoebe found that Blake and Jackson were gone and had been replaced by another body.

"Good morning, Sparkler…"

Phoebe snorted as she rolled over to face Terence. "Just for the record your Portuguese sucks…" she teased. "And it's 'Little Star' not Sparkler."

"Well that is why you are here," Terence responded. "To enlighten and correct me when I am wrong."

He kissed her.

"When did you get in?" Phoebe asked as they broke apart.

"About ten minutes ago," said Terence. "Professor Blackheart told me where I could find you, it's difficult to find your room if you're not used to this place; Jackson had to show me in the end"

Phoebe giggled. "Yeah, this place can seem strange if you're not used to it," she agreed. "I mean it's not like Hogwarts with its moving staircases or tricked out steps, but I understand your point."

She pulled herself closer to him, buried her face in his clothes and closed her eyes.

Terence chuckled as he wrapped his arm around her waist. "Come on, Phe, time to get up, Professor Blackheart says breakfast will be ready soon."

"No," Phoebe moaned. "It's too early; I'll catch a late breakfast, time for sleep."

The older Slytherin rolled his eyes but sank back into Phoebe's pillows as he realized that he was not moving for a good few hours, seeing as Phoebe had latched onto the front of his clothes and refused to let go.

"Sweet dreams, Phe," Terence smiled removing a stray piece of hair from Phoebe's face as she slipped back into her dream world.

Later that morning Terence finally managed to get Phoebe out of bed and the two descended the stairs into the kitchen for a late breakfast.

Rose was standing in the middle of the kitchen rolling dough, a fresh batch of Blueberry and Raspberry muffins sat on a cooling tray beside her. "Well, good morning, sunshine," she greeted as Phoebe entered the kitchen. "I see you have company…"

Phoebe smiled. "Rose this is Terence," she introduced. "Ter, this is Rose Brooks. Blake's older sister."

"Hi," said Terence with a small nod.

"Hi," Rose responded.

"She doesn't speak English very well," said Phoebe noticing the look on Terence's face. "She understands it perfectly, but she can't pronounce it as well as she can Portuguese. You will find that with most people that work here, but don't worry, I'll be your personal translator."

Terence grinned and kissed her forehead.

"Would you like breakfast?" Rose asked.

"Yes, please," said Phoebe.

Rose nodded. "Go sit down, I will bring it to you."

Phoebe smiled, nodded her thanks, grabbed Terence's hand and led him through the kitchen and into the dining room where a long polished table and a familiar face was waiting for them. The young Gryffindor stopped short as the person sitting at the table looked up, and her blue gaze connected with his green one.

A smile split across her face, as his name slipped from her lips, before she could even say it.

"Harry!"

~*Phoebe*~

After breakfast, Phoebe, Terence and Harry retreated out onto the grounds of Blackheart Manor where they found Jackson and Blake taking the horses out onto the pasture to graze.

"You weren't kidding when you said you had a lot of horses," said Harry, as he watched a few other boys follow Blake and Jackson.

Phoebe smiled as she reached the fence surrounding the pasture. "Would I lie to you?" she asked.

"No," said Harry. "But I didn't actually think you were serious, isn't it difficult to look after one horse let alone all these?"

"Not really," said Phoebe. "They are my babies. Some of them I have bred and raised since they were foals, others were given to me for Birthdays and Christmas, and others are sent to us because their owners simply cannot take care of them anymore."

Harry and Terence nodded.

"So basically you're like a Horse sanctuary?" said Terence.

Phoebe giggled into her hand, but nodded at her boyfriend. "Yeah, something like that." she replied.

"Hey Phoebe,"

"Hi, Phoebe!"

"Good morning Phoebe!"

Phoebe grinned as several other stable boys greeted her good morning, as they allowed the foals out of their stables; waving back, the young elemental watched as one of her newest foals padded its way across the pasture towards her, and bumped its snout against the fence. "Good morning, Sassy..." she smiled, reaching through the breaks in the fence to pet the young mare.

The horse let off a small noise as she was petted.

"Sassy?" Harry asked.

"Yeah," said Phoebe. "She's got to have a name, doesn't she?"

"You sound like Hagrid," teased Harry.

Phoebe gasped and slapping Harry in the leg for his comment. "I do not!" she cried.

Harry chuckled and lowered himself onto his knees beside his friend. "Did you name all these horses?" he asked.

"Most of them," Phoebe nodded. "Like I said, some of them I raised myself from birth, most of them were given to me, and so they were already named from their last owners."

Harry nodded. "What's this one's name?" he asked, motioning to an all-black foal that was approaching.

"Blackheart," Phoebe answered.

"Very original," chuckled Terence.

Phoebe glanced sideways at him. "What? I didn't name him after my family..."

"Are you sure?" Harry asked, reaching through the fence to pet the foal.

"Yes. He was actually given to me,"

Terence grinned. "And he just so happened to be called Blackheart?"

"Yes!" Phoebe exclaimed softly. "I swear you two are as bad as each other..." she laughed.

Harry and Terence paused and exchanged looks behind Phoebe, as she leaned in closer to the fence to press a kiss to the nose of Sassy, and then turned to pay attention to Blackheart, as Sassy trotted away.

Soon Blackheart trotted away leaving the two Lions and Snake alone on the outside the pasture. "Aren't you allowed over the fence?" Harry asked.

"Course," said Phoebe. "But some of the horses don't react well to strangers; so I would have to leave you two here, and that would be very rude considering you are both my guests for the rest of the summer."

Terence and Harry nodded in agreement, before turning to the sound of Phoebe's name being called from across the grounds. Looking around Terence spotted a young woman, with blonde hair tied back in a neat ponytail hurrying towards them.

"Phoebe!" called Rachel. "Phoebe, Mistress Serefina would like to see you in the family room."

"Did she say what for?" Phoebe asked.

Rachel shook her head. "Only that there is someone here to see Master Potter."

Harry gulped.

Phoebe frowned. "Thank you, Rachel, we will be right in."

Rachel nodded and turned to leave the three students. Once she was gone, Phoebe and Terence turned to Harry.

"Who would come all the way to Portugal for you, Potter?" Terence asked.

Harry shook his head. "I don't know..."

"A better question would be 'what did you do, to make someone come all the way to Portugal for you.'" said Phoebe. "Wait a minute, you didn't tell us when or how you got here. I thought you said you couldn't come, because of your relatives?"

Harry looked sheepish; he had never gotten around to telling Phoebe the truth on why he was there in the first place. "I kinda...sort of...blew up my aunt."

"Define 'blew up'" said Terence, quickly.

"As in like a balloon,"

Phoebe's jaw hit the floor. "You mean you used underage magic in front of a Muggle?"

"On a Muggle," added Terence.

Harry glared at them. "I thought you'd be supportive of me," he exclaimed.

"We're just trying to wrap our heads around this," defended Phoebe. "Let's just go see who is here to see you, I mean, you can't have done anything serious or you would have had the Ministry of Magic onto your tail the moment you had used magic."

Harry sighed. "Okay. Lead the way..."

Phoebe nodded, linked her arm through his and laced her hand with Terence's as she led the way from the pasture, across the grounds and back in through the kitchen. Rose was still baking muffins, cookies and pies when they entered, she offered them a good-luck smile as they passed and then returned to her work.

Knocking once on the door to the family room, Phoebe led the way inside and almost fell over as she saw the familiar face of Cornelius Fudge sitting on the black leather sofa in the middle of the room. Uh-oh she thought bleakly as he looked up and his gaze settled on the three of them.

"Ah, Harry," said Fudge, getting eagerly to his feet. "I see you are safe..."

Serefina glared at the back of the man. "Was there any doubt that he wouldn't be, Minister?" she questioned.

"Of course not, of course not," said Fudge. "I just had to be sure; it was, however, very foolish of you to take him out of United Kingdom without notifying the proper authorities', Miss. Blackheart."

"And you would have preferred him on the streets? With is a murderer on the loose?" said Serefina. "I think not, Minister. I had orders to protect the boy, and if that means bringing him here for his protection then I was merely doing my job."

Fudge looked disgruntled. He was not used to be talked to in this way. "Orders, Mhmm?" he asked. "Orders you say, from whom?"

"I am not at liberty to discuss that."

Looking up at Terence and Harry, Phoebe shook her head and cleared her throat. "Not to be rude," she interrupted. "But is there any particular reason that the Minister of London is sitting in our family room? Other than to question the motives of my relatives in bringing Harry to safety?"

"Yes," said Fudge, turning back to the students. "I was wondering if I could speak with Harry alone."

Phoebe frowned and turned to her friend before looking around at her guardians. "Um...sure...I guess..." she nodded, before turning and leading Terence from the room. She offered Harry a reassuring smile as she passed.

"I'm not sure about this, Phe," said Terence, as he followed Phoebe back upstairs.

"Neither am I," said Phoebe. "But there isn't much I can do, don't worry, i'm sure Serefina won't leave Harry alone with Fudge."

Terence continued to look unsure.

"Hey," said Phoebe, wrapping her arms around his neck as she turned to face him. "Don't look so worried. Fudge has no jurisdiction here, he cannot take Harry."

"How can you be so sure?" Terence asked, wrapping his arms around her waist, as he walked Phoebe backwards into her room.

The young Gryffindor grinned. "Because Harry is no longer on UK soil," she answered, leaning up to kiss him. "Fudge can't do anything to him while he is here in the US."

Terence smirked as he returned the kiss. "Do you have everything planned out in advance?" he asked

"Mhmm, maybe..." Phoebe teased, pulling away a fraction of an inch. "Or -"

She was cut off as Terence closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to hers, Phoebe grinned as she deepened the kiss.

The fire within the bedroom roared to life and Ashlyn tumbled out, taking a moment to relocate herself, Ashlyn set her gaze on the Gryffindor and Slytherin on the bed. "Oh, gross!" she cried, her face scrunched up in mock disgust.

~*Phoebe*~

Meanwhile downstairs Fudge had allocated Harry to sit opposite him on the leather sofas in front of the fireplace; Elena and Jacob had left the room moments after Phoebe and Terence, leaving Serefina in the same place near the bay windows, she refused to leave Fudge along with Harry in her own home, Harry was her guest and therefore her responsibility while he as there at Blackheart Manor. Also, it wasn't that she didn't trust the Minister of the UK Ministry for Magic but he was on her property and therefore he had to abide by her rules.

"As you are probably aware, Harry, I am Cornelius Fudge. The Minister for Magic in the United Kingdom."

Harry nodded in understandment, before looking around as there came a knock at the door and Rose entered carrying a tray of tea and crumpets. "Master Blackheart wishes to show his hospitality," she said, catching Serefina's gaze from across the room.

"Thank you, Rose," Serefina nodded. "Dismissed."

Rose curtseyed and promptly left the room to return to her duties in the kitchen.

Fudge eyed the tray that lay on the table in front of him.

"My father wishes to extend his hospitality," Serefina explained. "We are very capable of manners, Minister."

"Of course," Fudge nodded, waving his wand and levitating the tea pot, he watched as the steaming liquid was poured into a cup, three sugars were added and a spoon stirred it. "Well, Harry, you've had us all in a right flap, I don't mind tell you. Running away from your aunt and uncle's house like that! I'd started to think...but you're safe, and that's what matters."

Serefina bristled angrily. How dare Fudge appear in her home and accuse her of not taking care of something that was incredibly valuable and important to her goddaughter. Phoebe simply loved Harry (not in the way that she loved Terence), but there was no way she would have been able to function properly if something had happened to him.

"Eat, Harry, you look dead on your feet," said Fudge, pushing the plate of crumpets towards the young male sitting opposite him.

"No, thank you," said Harry. "I've just had breakfast."

Fudge looked confused for a second before continued with what he had to say. "Now, then, you will be pleased to hear that we have dealt with the unfortunate blowing-up of Miss Marjorie Dursley. Two members of the Accidental Magic Reversal Department were dispatched to Privet Drive last night. Miss Dursley has been properly punctured and her memory has been modified. She has no recollection of the incident whatsoever, so that's that and no harm done."

Harry, who couldn't believe his ears, opened his mouth to speak, couldn't think of anything to say, and closed it again.

"Ah, you're worrying about the reaction of your aunt and uncle?" said Fudge. "Well, I won't deny that they are extremely angry, Harry, but they are prepared to take you back next summer as long as you stay at Hogwarts for the Christmas and Easter holidays."

"I always stay at Hogwarts for the Christmas and Easter holidays," said Harry, "and I don't want to go back to Privet Drive, I would much rather stay here. I have only been here a few hours and already feel more at home, than I ever have done at Privet Drive!"

"Now, now, I'm sure you'll feel differently once you've calmed down," said Fudge in a worried tone. "They are your family, after all, and I'm sure you are fond of each other - er - very deeply."

It didn't occur to Harry to put Fudge right, instead he said "What about my punishment?"

Fudge blinked.

"Punishment?"

"I broke the law," said Harry. "The Decree of the Restriction of Underage Wizardry!"

"Oh, my dear boy, we're not going to punish you for a little thing like that!" cried Fudge, "It was an accident! We don't send people to Azkaban for blowing up their aunts!"

But this didn't seem to sit well with either Harry or Serefina. The latter because she didn't trust Fudge at all, and the former because he had had past dealings with the Ministry of Magic before.

"But last year, I got an official warning just because a house-elf levitated a pudding in my uncle's house," said Harry, frowning. "The Ministry of Magic said I'd be expelled from Hogwarts if there was any more magic there!"

Fudge looked suddenly uncomfortable. "Circumstances change, Harry. We have to take into account - in the present climate - surely you don't want to be expelled?"

"Of course I don't!" said Harry.

"Well, then, what's all the fuss about?" laughed Fudge, airily.

Harry continued to look lost and confused, as Serefina stared at the back of Fudge's head as he helped himself to a second crumpet. "Is there anything further to discuss Minister?" she asked, as he buttered it. "I'm sure my Goddaughter will like to know of Harry's predicament."

"There is only one thing left that I would like to discuss," said Fudge "and that is Harry's living arrangements. I think it would be best if he returned to England with me, and took up a room at the Leaky Cauldron."

"But I want to stay here!" Harry protested.

Fudge looked over the rim of his tea cup at the thirteen year old. "This is a matter of safety, Harry; I simply cannot keep an eye on you while you are here. Plus you are not a US citizen, I cannot just leave you in Portugal without permission from the proper authorities, the Portuguese Minister of Magic must agree for you to stay here; and his approval could take days to get. No, no, I think it would save a lot of paperwork and hassle if you were to just return with me."

Serefina rounded the back of the sofa on which Harry sat and touched his shoulder. "With all due respect, Minister, but Harry has written permission from Phoebe Blackheart to come and stay here for the rest of the summer," she explained. "I can request for Phoebe to be present if you wish to question her, but I do know that she has asked several more of her friends to also spend the summer, all of which I am sure will testify to Phoebe's invitation. If Harry agrees to accept the invitation, then I'm afraid that you cannot remove him from this household."

"I want to stay," said Harry quickly. "I want to stay here for the summer with Phoebe."

Serefina nodded.

Fudge huffed. "Fine, if he has been asked, and he has accepted, then I see no reason to remove him."

"Good." said Serefina. "Now, Harry, would you mind leaving, I wish to speak with the Minister privately."

Harry nodded and got to his feet, as he left the room he paused briefly outside in hopes of catching snippets of the conversation.

"Close the door please, Harry," Serefina called.

"Yes, Professor," said Harry with a heavy sigh. He grasped the door handle and snapped the door shut before hurrying upstairs to find Phoebe and tell her the good news.

~*Phoebe*~

Once the door had closed, Serefina turned to stare at Fudge with a bloodthirsty look. She wanted information on a particular subject and by damn she was going to get the answers to the questions that she seeked.

"Well, now that all this is settled," said Fudge, pulling on his pinstriped cloak. "I'll be off, plenty to do, you know."

Serefina stepped in front of the fireplace to stop him from leaving. "I want answers, Fudge, answers that only you can give me. I want to know about the search that is underway in capturing Black."

"How do you -?" spluttered Fudge.

"I know quite a bit about what happens in the Wizarding world of England, Minister," Serefina explained. "And no, I will not tell you how I know. I know of Black's history, I also know that he murdered 12 Muggles and a wizard; but you must also know that he had a wife and three children on the night he committed these crimes."

Fudge nodded. "Mrs. Black has been informed that her husband is on the loose," he answered. "She is safely tucked away in the remotest regions of Italy; he cannot get to her and her children. They are quite safe."

"Then you must know that the eldest of Samantha's children is a close personal friend of my Goddaughter," Serefina informed him. "I wish to relocate the Black family here, where they are safe."

Fudge shook his head. "I'm sorry, but I cannot do that, you are not under obligation of the UK Ministry -"

"Screw the laws, Fudge!" snapped Serefina. "This is not about paperwork, or whatever else it is you are worried about, this is about innocent lives. Black is all over the news, even over here! Every Wizarding family in Portugal is on high alert - our Ministry takes escaped prisoners from around the world very seriously - Samantha and her children will be safely hidden here and I believe it should be their choice of where they choose to stay."

Fudge's fingers slipped on the silver fastenings of his cloak. "Well, I am afraid that you are too late, Mrs. Black and her children are already in Italy. Isolated until the end of the summer for when her children return to school."

"James, Henry and Melissa still have school shopping,"

"It has been arranged that their books will be pre-ordered and sent straight to Professor McGonagall at Hogwarts," explained Fudge. "The UK Ministry also takes escaped prisoners very seriously, Professor."

Serefina's gaze hardened. "And how exactly did Black escape Azkaban?" she questioned.

Fudge shook his head. "We are unsure. The Dementors have never yet failed in keeping their prisoners under control, but they are extremely angry with this escape, angrier than I have ever seen them."

"They are missing a food source," said Serefina. "I can understand that they are angry."

Serefina had never gotten over the fact that the UK had put Dementors in charge of a prison, although it did seem like a relatively good idea because those in Azkaban didn't deserve the air they breathed or the souls in which they inhabited; but that still did not mean that Dementors were on her favorite creatures list.

"Of course," Fudge agreed, nodding his head rapidly. "Well, if that is all, I'll say goodbye."

Serefina nodded and stepped away from the fireplace. "I will see that Harry is returned to Hogwarts safe and sound at the end of the summer. Good day, Minister."

"Good day, Miss Blackheart."

The fire roared to life and Fudge disappeared in a flicker of emerald green flame.

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There; now that seems much better. Sorry for the confusion and hassle, but I really didn't like what I had developed last night and just HAD to re-edit the final scene between Fudge and Serefina, I'll understand if you don't re-comment, but thank you for re-reading; I appreciate it.

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Chapter re-edited on Saturday, 12 November 2011 at 1:00am