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A/N: The Order knows about Ginny's condition from her parents and the school knows because she showing and it traveled through the school gossip vine. Ginny tells people that it's Harry's and that she and Harry are meant to be. The Pettigrew's don't know that Harry's out getting girls up the duff.
"Yes, Harry Potter and some of Dumbledore's lackeys come to stop me?" said Lord Voldemort looking the people before him up and down. The houses of Potter and Black, both blood traitors, and a house he had never seen before. It didn't matter, they were just children.
"Who do you think you're calling lackeys?" said Persephone ready to send that snake man back to the pits of Hades from whence he came.
"Cousin, shush." Said Portia looking the people up and down. Their outfits were much better looking, those people looked like they stepped off a matinee. She and Harry exchanged a look; truly those skull masks were the height of tackiness.
"Well, now I suppose we do in fact need an introduction. No matter, no matter. I am Lady Galatea Algoria Black. This is my sister Persephone Demeter Pettigrew De-Lion Courte as well as my cousin Portia Lillian Adelaide Pettigrew-Potter and my dear…friend…Harry James Potter. As you can tell it is quite a lot to say so please do not make me repeat myself." Said Galatea in her best bored lady of leisure voice. Lord Voldemort wanted nothing more than to rip their souls from their bodies but they intrigued him. He looked into their apparent leader's mind and found no fear, not a trace of it.
"I have no quarrel with you or yours, Lady Black, leave me Harry Potter and I shall spare you." Said Lord Voldemort. This earned him a backing laugh from these children. His skills at the mind arts were a bit rusty but he could practically feel the defiance hitting him like a wave. It infuriated and excited him.
"It is us who shall be sparing you." Said Galatea popping open her cloak to reveal the sword and shied at her side. Harry discreetly put the knife in Portia's hand. In the grand scheme of things she was with child and therefore she needed it more. She handed it over to Persephone, in the grand scheme of things she was the youngest and needed it more.
"If we feel like it, that is." Said Persephone as she felt the knife in her hand. A small weapon like this was pitiful when compared to a wand but if came from the other world so it must have had its uses.
"How dare you speak to the Dark Lord like that!" said Barty Crouch lunging towards them. This set off the rest of the Death Eaters as they rushed forward to defend their Lord. They were stopped as the Dark Lord raised an inhumanly thin and veiny hand. It was as if white flesh was simply stretched over bones.
"It is refreshing to see someone with an ounce of courage here tonight!" said the Dark Lord as he turned towards his followers. There they were, the cowards who had left him to rot.
"My-my Lord." Stuttered one of the death eaters, his long white hair peeking out from under his hood. That-that thing which called its self Lord Voldemort focused all or its rage onto him.
"Oh, you have something to add, Luscious?" said the Dark Lord practically spitting poison as he spoke.
"My-My-My Lord I only meant to say that a-a-a blood traitor like her has no courage. She has tainted her blood not with a muggle but with a fey and she dares to challenge you here tonight with those-those-those children?" said Luscious attempted to put conviction into his words. The truth was that he was scared. Something had obviously gone wrong the ritual to bring the Dark Lord back.
"You dare to stand before me, a traitor to you own cause!" roared Lord Voldemort. Ron, who was hiding behind a tombstone, almost wet himself. He wanted to hide, he wanted to run, he wanted to take that cup and portkey back to Hogwarts where he was safe. He wanted to do that but he didn't because he was a Gryffindor and Gryffindors were brave.
"Sir?" asked Barty Crouch as meakly as he could manage. He didn't care what was happening, he just wanted to kill Harry Potter and the blood traitors he was with.
"Not one of you tried to find me! Crab! McNair! Goyle! Malfoy! You left me in the state between life and death forced to attach myself like a parasite to all manner of creature, to consume the blood of a unicorn! Not one of you stood by me! Only Barty, who faced Azkaban and came out the other side, was loyal enough, was brave enough!" shouted Voldemort torturing his followers. Galatea allowed herself a small smile. This thing wasn't human; it was a creature of pure feeling. It could not reason or be reasoned with. It was a true homunculous.
"Do something, anything." whispered Ron as he stared at the scene before him. He would take back everything he said about them being dark wizards if they would just do something.
"Harry? Persephone? Galatea?" whispered Portia attempting the way her mother would gossip at parties. The one skill of a proper lady which she was still learning.
"What?" they all whispered at once as Voldemort tortured the white haired man. Poor man, even if he did look and scream like a girl.
"What do we do now?" whispered Portia who was tired of standing there and waiting for something to happen. Harry shrugged.
"I suppose we fight, let him win, and then rinse and repeat." Whispered Harry into Portia ear. She resisted the urge to blush and giggle like the school girl she was. No, now she was going to have to be an adult.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." They heard Galatea whisper in that practiced way ladies whispered at society parties. They watched in fascination as the creature ranted and raved before Galatea reached behind herself and gave Harry's sleeve a quick tug. Showtime.
"If you are quite finished." Said Harry in his best perpetually bored aristocratic voice. He told himself that it didn't matter that he was only fourteen, chubby and spotty with bad eyesight and that inhuman monster was now focusing its rage onto him. He kept it all inside, he couldn't let it show.
"Ah Harry, I'd almost forgotten you were here. Standing on the bones of my father, yeah…" said Lord Voldemort as he stepped towards them while motioning to his followers to stay there. This was his fight and there were his opponents, finally there were adversaries worthy to oppose him.
"So you're done with the ranting and raving and you've moved onto being poetic? Are you related to Galatea by any chance?" said Harry as he discretely released his wand from its holder and into his hands.
"Oh look at you, Harry, the great Harry Potter. Look how you've grown." Said Lord Voldemort getting closer to Harry. Harry was scared and he tried his best to bury his fear.
"Look at how you've come back to life and all. Big achievement, big achievement." Said Harry. Voldemort threw his translucent bald head back and laughed his cold, cruel laugh. Persephone took note of it, she'd practice later.
"No thanks to you, Harry Potter. Oh how lies have fed your legend, Harry. Do you want to know what happened on that night thirteen years ago?"
"Some sort of arcane magic you did not foresee ripped you from your body." Said Galatea popping open the golden compass. It was telling her that now was the time to act.
"Because your curse rebounded from baby Harry." Said Portia coming to Harry's side along with Persephone and Galatea.
"Thus giving Harry his scar. Have we left anything out?" asked Persephone as she stood as tall as possible. Thirteen years old, pregnant, and with a sickly color to her skin she tried her best to match the fire that seemed to burn from her older sister.
"Only the part where I kill you. I shall make you beg for death and then when they speak of you, if they speak of you, they will only speak of how in my mercy I obliged you." Said Lord Voldemort still motioning for his followers to stay back. This was his fight.
"No, I believe that it is you who will be killed by us." Said Galatea drawing the sword. On the shield and sword there was a picture of a peculiar looking bird. Galatea but her trust in these items and they put their trust in her in return.
"I agree." Said Portia with one hand on the mirror at her side. It felt wrong, like things from the other world.
"As do I." said Harry as he drew his wand. Voldemort did the same. One of his followers rushed over but Voldemort gave his wrist a swish and the man's leg was broken.
"Let's say we finish this as it started Harry, just the two of us?" said Lord Voldemort. Galatea gave a nod and soon Harry found himself facing the Dark Lord alone. He could feel his pulse in his chest, his vision was blurry, and he felt like vomiting. Galatea was sacrificing him.
"Whatever you want, I'd like to be home by supper." Said Harry clinging to the mask of the spoiled little rich boy.
"I feel you may miss your supper…avanda kadarva!" screamed Lord Voldemort. Harry jumped to the side as the spell sailed harmlessly overhead. That was close; thank merlin he made his pants impervious.
"You're a bit slow, old man." Said Harry pulling whatever insults came to mind whether they were clever or not.
"I won't just stand here and do nothing!" screamed Portia. Galatea looked at her for a long time.
"Then help." Said Galatea tapping Portia's mirror. Lord Voldemort sent another killing curse flying and Portia, acting on impulse, swung at the curse with her mirror. It deflected.
"How can this be." Said Voldemort. He took a step back, everyone did. Galatea took this opportunity to summon both the cup and Ron in the time it took for the stupor to wear off. It wasn't exactly the grand confrontation she had envisioned but it would work. She was confident in Ron's ability to embellish.
When they returned they were greeted with fanfare. It almost covered up the screaming. Almost.
"He's back! Voldemort's back! He killed Cedric!" screamed Ron. He was screaming and crying and he just couldn't stop.
"I saw him! Professor Moody turned into another man and killed him!" screamed Harry while Portis sobbed convincingly. Dumbledore swooped in and took them all aside. Galatea and Persephone had jumped off before the destination and sent herself into the crowd. Nobody noticed.
"I think you'd better start packing, sister. Tomorrow we're off." Said Galatea as the crowd began to murmur as if it was one entity. Hermione Granger was trying to push through the crowd to get to Ron. If only he had died and that Cedric guy had lived. Oh well, what could she do?
"Where are we going?" asked Persephone as the crowd was dispersed by the teachers.
"To create a better world." Said Galatea poetically as she felt the miniaturized sword and shield in her bag and the golden compass hanging around her neck. Now it truly began.
"If it's on the way do you think we can go home for a little bit? I miss mum." Said Persephone
"I suppose, but you'll have to show her your real-ish marriage license and tell her how you're going to be a mum." Said Galatea
"As will you…and Portia…and Harry but not the mum thing…and there's the Ginny thing which may or may not have happened…" said Persephone as they made their way back to the castle.
"The tests will tell." Said Galatea. She bid her sister goodbye and made her way back to her son, giving her past self a nod as she disappeared.
"Harry, I feel that our education has come to a premature end." Said Portia as a hysterical Ron was questioned by Dumbledore.
"I agree. Tomorrow we'll get the first boat back to India, muggle or magical." Said Harry as the school nurse frittered about the room. They were in an isolation room in the school infirmary, wards keeping the crowds out. Dumbledore was trying to get whatever information he could out of them before the authorities could either sweep this under the rug or cause a panic. He failed the Order, the school, everyone.
"What part did you two play in this?" said Dumbledore suddenly turning towards them. He looked them dead in the eye, his eyes no longer looking like they were infused with glitter.
"We confronted him and then ran away." Said Harry. Portia nodded in agreement. Dumbledore looked into their eyes. They were hiding something, something about Galatea. He needed to know if she had helped or hindered this. He needed to know whether or not to throw her to the Order.
"Now I'm having trouble believing that. The two of you are related to the great Galatea Black and I don't believe that she is blameless in this." Said Dumbledore in his most stern voice. Harry and Portia were tired, filthy, and sore. They just wanted to go to bed and then get some sleep.
"Believe what you like, that doesn't change the fact that you let a crazy man pose as a teacher and then resurrect the Dark Lord." Said Harry defiantly. This wasn't a cheeky child, this was an angry man.
"I'm asking you what happened in the grave yard; that is what we're here to discuss." Said Dumbledore wanting nothing more than to pour veritaserum down their throats and get all the information about Galatea Black that he could.
"Funny, I thought that we were here for medical treatment." Said Portia balling her hands into her skirt. She wanted nothing more than to grab the old wanker by his beard and strangle him with it.
"You are here because I want to get to the bottom of this." Said Dumbledore. Ron stopped sniffling and wiped his bloodshot eyes.
"They tried to stop the Dark Lord, sir." Said Ron. Dumbledore turned his head so fast Harry thought, and Portia hoped, that it would pop off and roll away.
"What do you mean?" Said Dumbledore grateful that Ron had stopped the constant sobbing. This was war; it didn't stop just because you lost someone. Cedric was Tom's first blood but certainly not the last.
"In the grave yard, sir, Harry and Portia and the other two tried to stop the Death Eaters but then they ran away to save me." Said Ron. He regretted every single bad thing he ever said or thought about them. They had saved his life and if they were truly dark wizards than they would have sided with the Dark Lord.
"So she was involved." Said Dumbledore. Harry had reached the end of his rope with this old man. He needed a good soak, a good romp, and a good sleep in that order.
"We tried to stop him like Ron said. Now if you excuse me, sir, we'd like to retire now. It had been a very eventful evening. Good night." Said Harry as he and Portia got up from the bed. Dumbledore physically stopped them from exiting the room.
"You will not be leaving until we get to the bottom of this, that's an order!" said Dumbledore. Portia took a deep breath before kicking him in his ancient knee cap; the one he was always boasting about having a map of the London Underground on it. He crumpled to the ground like the hundred plus year old man he was. They reached the door and before they could escape Arthur and Molly Weasley came bursting into the room.
"Albus!" cried Molly as she came to his side. Arthur drew his wand and began to curse Harry. He and Portia dodged to curses and delivered a few of their own.
"Enough!" cried Albus Dumbledore as he stood up. Shaky knee or no shaky knee he had to end this before Arthur lost anymore skin. Those weren't school child jinxes they were throwing out, they wanted to hurt him.
"He did it! He hurt my little girl! Now he's done this!" screamed Arthur as he fired off another curse. Dumbledore disarmed him, Harry, and Portia. This was the last thing he needed. He should have made the temporary wards more specific so that Ron's parents couldn't get in but he just didn't have the time.
"I didn't do anything you nutter!" said Harry as he tried to hit Arthur who wasn't expecting it. Most wizards couldn't think beyond their wands.
"You got my little girl pregnant! She's only thirteen years old and you got her pregnant!" screamed Molly. Harry wasn't going to hit a woman unless he really, really, had to. Portia had no such convictions.
"What, the Ginny thing? That's just a crazy rumor!" said Portia as she grabbed a handful of red hair. Ron was attempting to intervene as best as he could in his state. He just wanted to wake up from this bad dream.
"Honestly, why would I sleep with Ginny Weasley?" asked Harry as he pulled Portia away from Molly Weasley. It wasn't that he wanted to help the woman or anything, he was just so very sick of fighting.
"Because you're you! You're a dark little boy! You're a traitor to everything Lily and James stood for." Said Arthur with poison in his voice and ice in his eyes.
"Now I think we should all take a nice calming draught." Said Dumbledore attempting to diffuse the situation and failing as he found himself ignored by everyone in the room.
"Shut up about them. I don't know them and I don't care too. They had me but then they felt like antagonizing the current nutter to call himself the Dark Lord. They died and left me with those terrible muggles and you know what? I wish that everyone would just shut up about them! Also, I never touched Ginny Weasley and I never wanted to." said Harry feeling his magic pushing out from his magical core. Portia put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"If he wanted to be with a woman of your station he could have just paid someone." Said Portia nastily. Harry was with her, he would never be with someone else…even if he had still sort of been with Galatea when he started to be with her…even if Galatea was alright with that.
"Why you insolent little-!" started Molly drawing her wand before Arthur cut her off.
"The Goblins did the blood test and the baby is a Potter. How do you explain that?" asked Arthur. Harry put his head in his hands. This was too much for one day.
"The test was wrong, it was a different Potter, we're all related somehow…take your pick." Said Harry
"Arthur, Molly, we are not here to discuss this." Said Dumbledore with a tone of finality in his voice.
"No we are not." Said Galatea from the doorway with Timothy hiding nervously behind her dress. She had changed out of her battle mage outfit and into a low key simple but elegant green dress. Timothy made little nervous noises behind her, he didn't like it when people fought.
"Lady Black, what brings you here?" asked Dumbledore. She strode into the room, Timothy breaking down the wards with sheer force, and grabbed Portia and Harry by the sleeves.
"We are leaving before the media circus pulls into town. Don't try and stop me, I am fully within my power. Good day." Said Galatea. With that she strode out of the room with them, memories from another self pouring into her mind as they left.
