The Contract

Chapter 31

Mavis glanced down at the private information pertaining to Hermione Granger, which was the usual information one has on a minor. Name, date of birth, address and the parents names, dates of births, what they do for work, those addresses as well in the case of an emergency. Interestingly enough, in case of emergency where the parents couldn't be contacted, held nothing, there must be no other family, it was rather sad. She'd grown up with a large family, sure only one brother, but lots of cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents and her great-grand parents. It was with great reluctance that she was doing this, Michael suggested he do it, she had more empathy than her brother, and it would probably be a greater comfort to the girls parents.

She and Michael had worked tirelessly in getting the Muggle-born students returned to their homes, waiting for the parents to come home and explaining everything. Which had not been easy, at all, they'd been so confused, understanding magic was just beyond them. They'd been working well beyond their normal hours, but they needed to get them home and had finished at ten thirty at night, a ridiculous time to be knocking at anyone's door. They'd had to visit numerous work places in order to get parents that worked the night shift. Then she'd been back at work at the crack of dawn today, she was tired, but nonetheless determined.

Giving one last glance at the Ministry, she apparated to the street address of the Granger's. From what she gleaned, Wendell and Monica were dentists, and they shouldn't have left for work quite yet, at least she hoped so. The area was immaculate, well kept, lovely houses, although the matching properties were rather odd to say the least. Did Muggles have no imagination? Why did they have everything the same? Houses, lawns, the only difference were the abundance of toys and things lying around for young children, too young to attend school. These were familiar thoughts as of late, she'd honestly began repeating her thoughts every house visit.

Wand safely ensconced, dressed in a black suit with a white shirt, with a black jacket, passing very effectively for a Muggle, she began to assess her surroundings, walking and trying to find the house number. Her stomach in butterflies, she had no idea how these people were going to react, but if it had been her…well, she knew that she'd have been frothing at the mouth at the sheer audacity.

Finally, she found the door to the Granger residence, not needing to get confirmation from the door, the mailbox gave that away. Opening the gate, she walked swiftly down the path, the blinds and curtains were open, but she could see no movement from within yet. Once she reached the door, she gave it three swift taps, and waited patiently, praying that they were there. This was a private conversation she'd have to have with them, and their work place was very unsuitable.

No they deserved to be told in the privacy of their own home, where they didn't need to stifle their reactions.

The door opened, a woman already dressed for the day stared at her in silent expectation, bags concealed with make-up under her eyes. Her clothes indicated that she had lost a bit of weight, "Can I help you?" Monica enquired, tiredness even seeping into her voice.

Mavis gave pause for a moment, unless there was something else going on with the family, they already suspected something was wrong with their daughter. "Hello, ma'am, my name is Mavis McMahon, I'm a representative of the Ministry of magic, may I have a moment of yours and your husbands time?" showing her badge to the woman who looked ready to collapse at the news.

"Hermione?" she croaked, eyes gaunt but wide.

"Is alive," Mavis was quick to reassure her, but it was the only consolation she could give her. She would not do the disservice of lying, especially when she'd no doubt become aware of everything when she visited her daughter at St. Mungo's, she'd been there since last evening, but she knew nothing else. She wasn't a relative, so she wasn't allowed to know more. The Aurors would know, Dan, who was in charge of the case, since it was part of an official investigation.

Monica's eyes narrowed in on Mavis' face, suspicion gleaming within those intelligent eyes. "Alive," she echoed with a dauntingly blank voice.

"May I come in?" Mavis asked, normally it was rude to keep company – even unexpected company – but she understood all too well, that the woman felt as though the rug was being pulled from under her feet. How long had she been worrying? What had been told to her? Had she made any attempts to get answers?

"Of course, please," Monica murmured, shuffling aside, opening the door fully granting the witch entrance into her home.

The smell of breakfast wafting in the air, "Can I get you a cup of coffee?" Monica offered, retaining at least some semblance of politeness while she bit her lip to prevent herself ambushing the woman – who she presumed was like her daughter, a witch – and demanding answers.

"I think we could all use one, yes?" Mavis suggested, as they moved through the hall way and into the living room, the place was open plan and she could see the kitchen, including the uneaten breakfast. "I apologise if I interrupted your breakfast." She added, what she assumed was Wendell sitting with his coffee in his hand, his countenance solemn and tired too.

Wendell gave the woman a curious look, wondering what she was doing in their home.

"Wen, this is Mavis, she's a representative of the Ministry of magic, she has something to tell us about Hermione," Monica explained, caught between relief and worry, not sure which was more prevalent at the moment.

"It's about damn time!" Wendell exploded, "We've been going out of our minds for what feels like years!" the normally calm and composed man showing a side that very rarely came to view.

"Wen," Monica said quietly, her tone soft, "Shouting and anger won't help us get answers," trying to placate her husband and diffuse a potentially violate situation. Although, she was also very surprised, her husband was always so mild mannered, polite to everyone and calm. Unfortunately, this situation was getting to both of them. "I apologise, we're both very…worried." And that was putting it very, very lightly.

"I apologise also," Wendell bit out, closing his eyes, he breathed evenly, trying to centre himself.

"No, no you have a right to be angry," Mavis reassured the stressed out father.

"Come sit," Monica said, pouring out new coffee's for them all, "Cream? Sugar? Milk?" passing a black coffee to her husband, and adding milk to her own, waiting for the witch to answer.

"Just a little milk please," Mavis said, giving a smile that looked more like a grimace than anything. She definitely wasn't looking forward to this at all. "Thank you," she added once the cup was placed in front of her, a little darker than she was used to, but she said nothing, merely cupped her hands around it.

"Where is our daughter?" Wendell asked, staring at the woman he now knew to be a witch. He didn't care that she could kill him where he stood with magic.

"Can I ask first, what contact you've had in the past month?" Mavis asked, slightly apologetic, shifting out parchment and a quill, it was hovering, recording the conversation.

"Nothing, that's how we knew something was wrong," Wendell bit out, assuming she meant with his daughter, eyes drawn to the parchment as it wrote, eyeing it curiously, as he always did with anything magical he learned about. It was a fascinating world, and he had read Hermione's books, or at least the ones he'd been able to get his hands on anyway. "She just stopped writing to us, she was doing so well in classes and was learning…I was…concerned she never mentioned any friends…but our daughter always found it difficult to make friends she was much too mature and smarter than them that it intimidated them."

Mavis' eyes gleamed with sadness, giving a nod, he was right to be concerned really, the girl was so alone in the magical world. Perhaps if she'd had friends, one of them would have contacted her parents and informed them of what was going on themselves. "And did you make any attempts to get in touch with anyone?"

"We went back to Diagon Alley, spoke to Tom, he attempted to get the Headmaster for us, but he wasn't able to." Monica re-joined the conversation. "So, you see, we bought an owl, and attempted to contact the Headmaster but each time the owl returns with the letters, all bar the first one. The first one was missing but the rest have all been returned unopened."

Mavis nodded her understanding, "May I see the owl?" wondering if any spells had been attached to it, or if Dumbledore had just refused to take the letters and the owl had eventually just returned.

"Of course, follow me," Wen said, "Sit and eat," he told his wife a little sternly, worry shining brightly, she'd hardly eaten at all these past few weeks. Wendell, opened the door to the utility room, there was a large cage taking up a corner of the room, a black cover completely covering the entire cage, obscuring it from view. "A lot of light gets into this side of the house, I thought it would be nice to have blackness, owls I know are notoriously nocturnal."

Mavis nodded, "The owl gets out at night?" they needed to hunt after all, they were not meant to be kept in cages, they were familiars.

"Oh, yes, when he returned we put this over him, we intended to send another owl today," Wendell sighed, "Please tell me my daughter is okay," he said, defeated and so bone achingly tired. He would never have let her go if he thought this would happen.

"I'd rather discuss this sitting down," Mavis informed him, placing a consoling hand on his shoulder, she felt so sorry for them. Checking the owl for any tampering, and found a spell on it, preventing him from gaining access to Hogwarts. It was little wonder the owl was just returning from his journey's without success. She rolled up the results and placed it in her pocket before removing the spell on the owl. "Can I ask who did the home visit?"

"Oh, a very lovely woman, witch," he quickly amended, fearing they might get insulted, "She was the Deputy Headmistress…professor, um…I'm sorry I cannot remember her name." he said apologetically, "I think it started with an M,"

"Minerva McGonagall?" Mavis deduced.

"That's it!" he said, nodding, opening the window and the cage for the owl, he had a feeling they wouldn't be needing it, "She explained things to us, and was very happy to answer any questions Hermione had and did some demonstrating." Very patient, not many had that much patience with Hermione, she could be overwhelming to new people.

"I see," Mavis replied, "Did she inform you of how to get in touch with the Ministry and Hogwarts?" which was required by law.

"No, not at all," Wendell stated firmly, backing out of the room, Mavis followed giving her nod of approval, good the owl wasn't being kept enclosed all the time.

Another strike against Minerva McGonagall, and she had been doing this for years, and failing spectacularly. It was shocking, parents were to be told how to get to the Ministry, St. Mungo's and how to get in touch with the school. How long had this failure been going on? It was diabolical how many parents didn't know how to get in touch with the magical world?

The two sat back down, Monica was staring and reading the information that was being printed down on the paper. Yes, that included the conversation she'd just had with Wendell in another room, it worked very well.

"Where is our daughter?" Monica demanded, her own patience wearing thin, she'd already informed the others that she and her husband weren't going to be in today. So they had to open up, and the receptionist would cancel their appointments.

"Your daughter is currently at St. Mungo's it's our hospital," Mavis explained softly, "Hogwarts had been closed down, for various violations. So until it is up and running again we've been getting the children back home to their parents to be on the safe side." Not explaining what those violations were, and having no intentions of doing so either.

"Was she hurt because of those violations?" Wendell demanded to know, his back straightening, ready to go to war to protect his daughter.

"Indirectly, yes I do believe so," Mavis informed them honestly. "She was attacked by a Mountain troll on Halloween. The Headmaster and Hermione's Head of House, failed when they did not inform you of this or take her to St. Mungo's where you could visit her. There is an investigation into them, and we will get answers of this I promise you."

"And if I want to sue?" Wendell asked with deceptive mildness, eyes flashing furiously that the school had endangered his daughter so recklessly. The image of his daughter, so small and light compared to the monstrous image of a mountain troll…well his heart was beating so fast he felt he was about to faint.

"Then you are well within your rights to do so," Mavis informed them, understanding their desire, especially if Hermione never recovered. "If it's something you wish to do, I shall return with the documents that you'll need," all for helping them, "You are better waiting until Hermione wakes up though," she offered up, which was true enough. Get compensation for not only the attack, missed time, the screw up but also the tuition money returned. It was expensive to go to Hogwarts, and they had a right to their money back.

"Yes, please," Monica stated, "Now why has Hermione not woken? We haven't spoken to her in over a month!" the fear of her daughter not wakening up was beginning to consume her. "How do we get to St. Mungo's?" she then added, determined to get to her daughters bedside.

"I do not know, I'm not privy to private and privileged information, the healers at St. Mungo's will let you know exactly how she's doing. If you'd like I can accompany you this once and give you the details on how you can get there without aid." It was easy, just enter an old abandoned store and voila were transported to St. Mungo's, they would be just fine.

"Then let's go," Monica immediately stood, already striding towards her bag, before leaving the living room, the sound of her ascending the stairs the only show that she hadn't left the house.

"How long will this take?" Wendell asked, standing also, grabbing the house keys as well as his wallet, knowing without looking what his wife was doing. Sliding them into his back pocket.

"A minute," Mavis reassured him, "We will be Apparating from right here, which is immediate teleportation."

With that information, Wendell nodded, and automatically begun to lock the doors, and turn off all the electronics and put the uneaten food in the bin and place the dishes in the sink for cleaning later.

"I'm ready to go," Monica stated, a large duffel bag in her hand, filled with clothes for their daughter, her favourite books, as well as any paperwork St. Mungo's might need to see in order to prove that they were her parents. She'd get any favourite snacks Hermione might want later, she'd be going every day, but first…finding out what was going on.

"Now Sidelong-Apparation can be very disconcerting the first time you use it, it will make you feel as though your insides are being scrambled around, and you might feel sick afterwards it's all perfectly normal." Mavis explained Apparation to them.

"It's like instant teleportation," Wendell told his wife, not at all deterred by the witches words. He wanted to ask Mavis about his daughter but he realized it was futile. She was just the messenger, she didn't know anything about Hermione's condition. The hospital no doubt couldn't release that information to the public just like their own system. So the sooner the left they the better.

They wanted to see their daughter.

"I'll need to be touching both of you, on your shoulder would be best," Mavis explained, "Come stand beside me," she gestured for them to do so. A soothing smile on her face, trying to ease them into compliance without having to give out dozens of reassurances that they would be just fine. She'd done it a million times before, admittedly only half of that number was sidelong Apparation.

The only question asked was, "Will this come with us?" gesturing towards her handbag and duffle bag.

"Yes," Mavis told her, grasping a hold of Wendell and Monica Granger's shoulders and apparated them to St. Mungo's.

Both Muggles blushed in embarrassment and shame once they regained adequate control of their faculties. Both of them had been sick and disorientated, it had been an awful feeling despite being warned. Mavis quickly reassured them both that it was normal, that even she had succumbed to the very same reaction her first time. With a quick flick of her wand, the sick was gone and a pleasant smell of fresh lemon and mint was left behind.

"Can I help you, Mavis?" came an unexpected soft yet deep voice.

"Andy!" Mavis said, happiness exuding from her frame, "These are Mr and Mrs Granger, they're here to see their daughter…do you think you could help them find the healer in charge of the ward she's in?"

"What a coincidence," came his reply, "I am Miss Granger's healer, it's nice to meet you, although I apologise that it is under these circumstances." He said, shaking their hands, now wizards didn't normally do that, it was a Muggle thing, but he knew how to put Muggle's at ease, they often had to come to St. Mungo's to reverse whatever damage that had been done to them accidentally or hell, even on purpose.

"Finally, someone that can tell us what's going on, how is she?" Monica queried, a desperate and feral look on her face. She was so very close to breaking down and going to town, so she prayed that someone would just answer her questions instead of beating around the bush.

"Would you like to see her first before we sit down in my office for this discussion?" the Healer calmly and quietly asked her, he wasn't about to spew personal information about the girl here of all places, this part wasn't tested for bugs and such, any number of reporters could be listening, or actually sitting in the room waiting. Plus, the publicity surrounding the girls case had been reported in the paper both days, and he feared it would only get worse. Especially with the privacy surrounding minors, which didn't seem to exist for Potter. He'd been quite frankly aghast when his name was continuously mentioned in articles.

"Yes," came the unsurprising answer to his question from both parents.

"Mavis?" Andy queried, wondering if she was coming or leaving.

"I have to go," she said, very reluctant to go, but not showing it, "But we should have drinks soon, owl me?" taking a chance, almost holding her breath like some silly teen with her first crush. Well, he was her first crush, but she most definitely wasn't a teenager anymore.

"Sure, still living in the same place?" Andy asked.

"I am," Mavis said, giving a beatific smile in turn, "I'll talk to you later," turning to the Grangers, face professionally set again, "Good luck," she told them both, "I hope Miss Granger has a swift recovery."

"Why does everyone seem to call Hermione that way?" Wendell asked, slightly bewildered.

"It's perfectly normal," Andy reassured them, "One does not just go around using people's first names without permission, it's the polite and respectful thing to do."

"I see," Wendell mused, it certainly was polite and respectful, something he hadn't been aware, a lot of their practices seemed odd to him. Odd but fascinating that's for damn certain.

"Follow me," Andy said, making his way through the waiting room and into the main hospital, ready to get the girls parents to her room.

Corvus sighed in relief as he relaxed back into his seat, well, that was the last of the tutors for Harry all dealt with, signed, sealed and delivered. None of them were staying here at Lestrange manor of course, one couldn't do that when the had a secret guest. Not that they'd have a clue who was amongst them, but gossip could be dangerous, so they all had properties they could use while here for the year overseeing Harry's education.

"Which language would you like to learn first?" Corvus queried, watching Harry browse his collection looking for something new to read in the law section.

"You mean besides the Latin and French I'm already learning?" Harry asked wryly, plucking the next volume out of the shelves.

"Yes, besides that," Corvus answered wryly, barely refraining from rolling his eyes at the playful sass. He couldn't wait to take the teen to France, where his family were originally from. It was going to be the best holiday he'd been in over a decade. Perhaps only bet with hopefully the time he could go with not only Harry but Rabastan and Rodolphus too, his boys.

"I don't know I…" Harry's thoughts were cut off when the Floo network flared green, and Harry blinked at the sight of her, almost in awe of how pretty she was. He knew that broach crest, it was the Abbott coat of arms, this must be Lady Abbott, Antonio's wife. She was dressed resplendently like she was going to a ball, with her cloak on her, with the broach clearly displayed. Her hair was down in a golden halo, but artistically wavy despite using the Floo network, she didn't have a speck of ash on her.

"Helena," Corvus said, standing automatically, ever the gentlemen when he wanted to be, "Is Antonio…" hope bubbling within him. Hoping against all hope that it wasn't the alternative…that Antonio wasn't gone, but considering she was here in front of him and without a single red eye, he hoped.

"They know what's wrong," Helena told him, relief flowing through her, "They've performed the spell, he woke for only a second before ending up falling back asleep,"

"What was it?" Corvus asked, a small smile appearing on his face, this was good news indeed.

"An obscure spell from Germany of all places, if you hadn't taken charge and had those healers…" Helena said, a shudder wracked her frame, she might never have found out. Her husband might never have recovered and their daughters and son would have been forever without a father and husband. Merlin it was just beyond contemplation, she owed Corvus everything.

"I am very pleased at the outcome," Corvus said sincerely, "You owe me nothing," he was glad Antonio would recover, at least they were assuming he would. "Did they say how long it would take or the chance…?" watching Harry silently sit down, clearly listening but not interrupting. If he was a lesser man he would have crossed his fingers and hoped it would be the case.

"He says every single recipient of the spell has recovered," Helena informed him, eyes glowing with happiness. "He'll be disorientated for days, but his memory will come back within a week. The longest it ever took was six days."

"That is…wonderful Helena," Corvus said softly, "All memories?"

"Well, yes, that's what they said," Helena explained, clearly confused by Corvus' probing. Shouldn't he just be happy that they were all going to be okay?

"Have you informed anyone else?" Corvus urged, eyes shadowed.

"Well, no, I came straight here, I haven't even had a chance to inform my brother or sister yet," Helena revealed, she knew Corvus blamed himself, plus her brother and sister were working, so she thought to do it now.

Corvus inhaled sharply in relief, "Then I ask that you don't inform anyone,"

"Why?" Helena asked, "Those I will tell I trust implacably."

"He wasn't found outside the Ministry, Helena," Corvus pointed out, "Which meant it could be someone who knew his whereabouts, his habits. I am not going to play the blame game, but I caution you to have care who you reveal it to, because whoever did it will go out of their way to ensure Antonio dies if they know he's recovering. Especially if it was someone…with a lot to lose. Now I doubt Dumbledore actually attacked him, but whoever did might be high up in Dumbledore's social circle."

"If it was him, its rather doubtful, I mean honestly…Dumbledore pled guilty, why would he be scared of Antonio?" Helena asked, befuddled.

"You know how far Antonio goes to protect his clients. Who knows what he might have dug up that Dumbledore found out about?" Corvus questioned, he hated making her even more cautious and suspicious but he had to share his doubts. He didn't want to risk whoever knew where Antonio was going to be was family. He was clearly taken of guard, and his son was right, Antonio wasn't easily subdued he was a Master. It could have been someone he knew, someone he dropped his guard around. He'd rather he was taken of guard, but he'd rather be sure.

Swallowing thickly, a subtle tremble in her willowy frame, "I see," she replied, her tone strong despite her worries.

"It will only be for a few days, just until Antonio recovers and can tell us himself what happened," Corvus suggested, coaxing her into going with his plan. "Plus, your husband is recovering, that's the most important thing." Which was very true, he'd honestly thought that Antonio wouldn't recover, the time that had gone by and no change…well, who could blame him.

"Yes," Helena inhaled sharply, her countenance softening considerably. "That's very true, I shall hold off, if only to ensure my husband's safety. I just wanted to thank you for everything,"

"You're more than welcome." Corvus told her sincerely.

"Excuse me, it's time for me to take my potions," Harry said, speaking quietly, but he had to stifle his amusement when Helena just about jumped out of her skin. Her hand dramatically coming up to her chest, but the reaction was quickly stifled and her face became a smooth blank mask that pureblood's were so fond off. "My apologies," he added, before padding out, his walk a little off as the pain became more prevalent.

"Merlin, he's quieter than a ghost!" Helena gaped, "Is that…" eyes going large. It couldn't be, no, surely it was just a similar boy who had perhaps drawn a lightening bolt on his face?

"It is, and I need you to sign a contract before you leave," Corvus revealed in amusement, "Do not fear so, it's your husbands own work. He signed it as well," which was why he couldn't tell his wife specifics or who exactly lived in his home.

"The rumours?" Helena asked, calming slightly.

"Very true," Corvus said, already taking out one of the aforementioned contracts for her to sign. Handing it over, he noticed she recognized her own husband's work straight away. He could tell from the way she relaxed, he handed over a quill for her to sign it with.

"No wonder he dug deeper," Helena sighed, if any child was wronged he brought hell down upon them, and if he lost in court…well he'd still find a way to help them and screw over the bastards who won. Not that he lost all that often, he wasn't considered the best by losing many cases. It wouldn't matter to her husband who Harry Potter was or who he was proclaimed to be. All he'd see was a child, a little boy, they had a son much younger than Potter was too. Still, she was curious as to why he was here, there was no way Corvus retained custody of the boy, that was definitely out of the question, and he wasn't a captive, which only left a few options.

Corvus cleared his throat and eyed the contract in front of her, telling her without words to sign it.

Helena smiled, shaking her head, and read it over, it was fairly simple, and most importantly, when she signed it, she could discuss it with her husband fully since he was 'in the know' so to speak. There was no sneaky clauses or anything like that. She signed her full name, Helena Hannah Harrow Abbott.

"There," she stated, "I am curious how you managed to get custody of Potter without the public finding out." It sounded like an impossibility really. Anything they gleaned about the boy was splashed across the pages. It was distasteful, and whoever his magical guardian is, should be ashamed of themselves. She had a few suspicions on who it was too.

"Technically speaking it isn't exactly custody," Corvus said, lips twitching in amusement, dark eyes gleaming, watching her eyes widen dramatically, as she figured it out. It wasn't difficult to, there was only one other way that would allow him to have Harry in his care…and the secrecy around it well, that helped hammer it home.

Helena barely refrained from choking in shock, "He's a carrier?" Corvus wanted another son to continue on his line due to the fact his sons were in prison and he chose Potter? It was boarding on genius move admittedly, but the boy was just a child. That sort of thing wasn't done here very often anymore, abroad, but not here, it was a bit distasteful in her opinion.

"That…I actually do not know," Corvus said thoughtfully, "He was never checked at least never to my knowledge." For all he knew the Potters' may have had him checked when he was born, which pureblood's often did, Lily Potter wasn't a pureblood though and Potter didn't seem to care much for the laws and regulations of pureblood society. He hadn't thought to do it himself, it had never been an issue, the contract was for show, to enable Harry to get out of Dumbledore's control and him to see his sons.

Corvus missed the confused look that graced Helena's face, why would Corvus marry someone he didn't know if they could give him children then? It made absolutely no sense, and she didn't see why the wizard would lie about it, the contract prevented her from speaking about anything they discussed without permission, unless the other person already knew.

"Now, unfortunately, you'll have to excuse me," Corvus said, straightening out, Voldemort had returned, he'd been gone since five am this morning and hadn't returned until now. "I have other business to attend,"

"Of course," Helena said, straightening up, "May I?" gesturing towards the Floo.

"Go right ahead, it's open for you," Corvus gave her permission to use his network to return home to her husband and kids. He'd wanted to know news immediately, so he allowed her access, he would be restricting it again after this, now that things were soon to be back to normal. "Thank you for letting me know, and tell him I will be by to see him as soon as he's recovered well enough to receive guests."

"I will," she vowed, before she stepped into the Floo and disappeared with a flash of green flames.

He was joined a few moments later, not by Harry of course, but the Dark Lord.

"Good evening," Corvus said smoothly, "Have you eaten?" he would ask the elves to prepare something for him.

"I have," Voldemort answered wryly, "But thank you nonetheless." Tired around the eyes but rejuvenated.

Corvus gave him a curious look, "I'm going to assume a plan of yours has worked out in your favour?"

"It definitely has." Voldemort said smugly.

"I'm glad." Corvus replied, he didn't even think to ask him what he had planned, Tom did not share things unless it was something he actually wanted.

"You're looking at the new Headmaster of Hogwarts," Voldemort drawled, eyes flashing in victory. "With both McGonagall and Dumbledore out of the running, and my status as a Slytherin heir despite the name change…and powers I was able to ensure my position." Hogwarts had always been his.

And there we go! I hope it was worth the wait ;) and donations, for those that don't know my laptop broke and it was through donations and support that I managed to get a new one so thanks to all those who did it means so much! Soooo will Voldemort just be a temporary headmaster? a permanent one? Will I bring in a new party perhaps after Voldemort is done or shall we see a half-goblin creature becoming Headmaster of Hogwarts one day? Will this only be to get the school up to standard? Will Harry convince him to start a primary school for those who don't know about magic to begin with? allowing pureblood's and those of lesser blood to interact as children and stop the widespread prejudice? R&R