Harry Potter and the Dance of Death

by Wakefan

Harry is destined to stop Voldemort and his followers from corrupting and overrunning the wizarding world. Unfortunately, the Horcrux in his head is working against him. His friends and family are heavily impacted by its influence. Harry is on a long path of power and mastery. Powerful!Harry, Lily finds a way to live on, Casting Shadows Prequel.

31. Chapter 31 An Egg

—Dance of Death 31—

Harry and Draco returned to Hogwarts for pre-OWL evaluations to ensure they were adequately in line to pass their OWLs in June. While on site, Harry had a run in with Dolores Umbridge and unintentionally enraged the woman during a conversation about Blood Purity. During their exchange, Harry wrestled her wand away before she could curse him and threw it across the courtyard. This resulted in Umbridge's embarrassment and a new Educational Decree preventing other students from interacting with Harry and Draco.

We ended the story with Harry having some kind of magical breakdown which he assumed was either from a poisoned Valentine's Day chocolate, or a curse of some sort. After he recovered from the immediate effects, he couldn't shake the feeling of immense loss. During dinner, he couldn't help but notice Umbridge continuously smirking in his direction. Ignoring her he just sat and tried to come to terms with his unusual depression. Eventually, Hagrid approached him, and Harry noticed blood and feathers on the man. The truth then struck him.

Hedwig had been killed. Harry's magic, already damaged and churning, suddenly exploded.

The story picks up the next day.

—DoD—

Special thanks to my Beta Reader, 'Just William' for the excellent feedback and diligent work in making the story better.

— Dance of Death 31—

Chapter 31: An Egg

Hogwarts Infirmary

February 15, 1996

Thursday, 6AM

Harry was sitting in the infirmary, feeling numb to everything around him. He knew he'd been given potions to calm him, but in its own way, that made him feel even worse.

He remembered the horrible moment when he realised Hedwig was dead and the Accidental Magic that followed. He had created a blisteringly frigid ice storm in the great hall. The scent of Fir, Oak and Roses were thick in the air as wave after wave of unearthly cold erupted from him. He could feel his still-healing magic shudder and tear as the blizzard erupted from his core. Mercifully, someone had the good sense to stun him… probably Tonks. The angle was right.

He felt certain this had set his healing back a month or two at least. But that didn't matter. Hedwig was dead. Lost and gone forever in the swirling chaos of this terrible and pathetic life he was forced to live in. His mum and dad died protecting him. Sirius had died protecting him. Now Hedwig had died as well. All the people that took care of him. Well, not all.

"Pipsey!"

The tiny elf appeared; she had been crying. "Does Master Harry need Pipsey?"

Harry thought for a moment. He could have called Kreacher or Dobby… but he called Pipsey. He knew she had been a Potter elf for years and had been watching over him at the Dursley's.

"Pipsey… Hedwig's dead. I don't want to be alone now." Despite the potions in his system, Harry began to quietly sob. Pipsey climbed up and cradled his head, whispering soothing things. Just as she had when he was an infant.

— Dance of Death 31—

Hogwarts Grounds

Hagrid's Hut

February 15, 1996

Thursday, 7AM

Hagrid felt terrible. He had been the one to find Hedwig and rushed to inform the headmaster. The two of them went to ask Harry to talk privately away from others… But Harry somehow knew. He should have let Albus do the talking… why did he have to surge forward and start? Blood in his beard and tiny white feathers… What was he thinking? Maybe he was as thick as people said. In his grief, he just didn't look that closely. He found Hedwig on the grounds. She had been hit with a severing charm outside of Gryffindor tower and fell to her death. She was carrying a letter from Ginny.

Hagrid was now building a small wooden box for Hedwig. Despite his size, he was a good wood carver and he had worked through the night, intent on building a fitting resting place for Hedwig. It would be one of the most beautiful things he had ever built. No, it wouldn't have gold leaf or silver fixtures, but it was a beautiful Oak box. It was perfectly sized for Hedwig and covered in Nordic runes and embellishments.

It was the least he could do.

— Dance of Death 31—

Hogwarts

Room of Requirement

February 15, 1996

Thursday, 8AM

Hermione, Neville, Ron, and Cedric were gathered around a table in the room of requirement. It no longer looked like a training room, now it was a meeting room. The four of them had started a group to help train students to defend themselves.

Cedric was Head Boy and a seventh year. In addition, he was the best at defence. He did most of the hands-on instruction and training. Hermione was the most organised as she had a dazzling breadth of knowledge. Harry had been sending them books and notes to plan their training around and it was far beyond any of the course books Cedric had seen. He had apparently applied these techniques during his term last year when so many people were attacking him. Ron and Cedric still felt shame at their part in last year's treatment while Hermione and Neville were proud to say they stood beside him.

Now, Harry was unable to use magic and claiming that Voldemort was back. Some believed him while others did not. However, all the members of their little club believed they needed better training in defence. They had been covertly operating against the Educational Decrees which Professor Umbridge had created and now were re-evaluating their methods.

Cedric turned to Hermione, "Do you have any word on how Harry is doing?"

Hermione gently shook her head, "He was still unconscious when I went by last night. Auror Tonks privately told me he had been potioned." She then added, "For his own good."

Neville was losing his calm demeanour, "Umbridge killed his Familiar! I can't believe she would go that far." Seeing Hermione's inquisitive look, he added, "Hermione, that's just not done. Familiars are always off limits. Even the most vicious Slytherins know you don't attack a Familiar. In our society, that's something that is… like rolling around in excrement before entering a wrestling match."

Cedric added, "I'm not sure I'd describe it that way, but it's considered an unthinkable and vulgar way to get to someone."

Ron agreed and added, "Look at what it did to him. We thought his magic was damaged… He froze over the whole room." After a second, he added, "Most fully grown Wizards couldn't pull that off with a wand."

Hermione had heard enough, "Ron, why do you think he's still in the infirmary? Of course, he damaged himself." This was not the focus of the conversation. "This attack shows that Umbridge is far more dangerous than we had anticipated. We need to be more vigilant. Up until now, we've gotten lucky."

They all nodded and seemed resolute. Sneaking around had been like a game. Avoiding the Slytherin prefects and the informants. Hoping no one in the club talked… Being Head Boy, Cedric had made a point of scheduling the Prefects away from the Room of Requirement. He kept the Slytherins in the Dungeon. They had more than enough Prefects in the club to give them a further edge… but now it still seemed risky.

Cedric looked at his co-leader, "Hermione, we need to tell people about the curse you put on the list. The one that was punitive for exposing the group. I'd prefer to prevent out exposure rather than punish the exposer."

Ron did a double take, "You put a curse on the signup sheet? That's illegal." Then he added, "Immoral, too. What were you thinking?"

Hermione cut her eyes at Ron. "After the way everyone treated Harry, I wanted to make sure anyone who did the same to me would pay for it." Ron and Cedric both looked a bit sheepish at the admission.

After a few uncomfortable moments, Cedric spoke up, "Colin has really taken to the shielding charm. Harry taught him in a few minutes what no one had been able to get across. I wish we could get him more involved."

Neville groaned, "Seriously, Cedric? Harry needs to get out of this school before Umbitch does something else to him. Once she realised how badly she screwed up, she'll stop at nothing to silence him."

Hermione gave him another curious look.

Cedric explained, "An attack on a Familiar is more than just bad form. It's like an attack on the owner of the Familiar. If Umbridge is proven guilty, and we know she is, not only would the pureblood families she craves approval from view her with disgust, but she will go to Azkaban. It was an unprovoked assault on the Heir of an Ancient and Most Noble House. Through his Familiar."

Hermione paled. "She'll do anything to silence him."

Cedric took a dep breath, "Yes. Including going after his friends."

— Dance of Death 31—

Hogwarts

Headmaster's Office

February 15, 1996

Thursday, 10AM

Albus Dumbledore was in a conference with Amelia Bones, Cornelius Fudge, and Dolores Umbridge. It had been going on for two hours and they were merely repeating the same arguments repeatedly. Dolores and the Minister were trying to paint this as proof that Potter was no longer sane and a danger to others.

Cornelius' face was turning red from irritation. "Albus, that boy is a menace! Either you do something about him, or I will."

Amelia saved Albus from the same retort he had used repeatedly. "Minister, the law is clear, Accidental Magic cannot be held against the witch or wizard. Clearly, this is a case of Accidental Magic. I will personally lead an investigation…"

"Hem-hem" Dolores inserted herself, "I hardly think you are the appropriate individual to lead an investigation, Amelia. You are clearly biased."

Amelia slammed her hand on the table, "Like Hell I am! You, Dolores, appear to be the primary suspect in the attack on Mr. Potter's familiar!"

Fudge stood up and looked down at Madam Bones, "Now see here! Dolores is the only person in this school I have any trust in!" Turning to the headmaster, he said, "Albus, I warned you last year to get this school under control."

This had been going on for over two hours and Albus had finally had enough. He slowly rose.

"Enough!" His words reverberated. "I will have you remember I am the authority in this school. Do not test me on this Cornelius." His magic flared up and it was clear the doddering Headmaster had been replaced by the only Wizard Voldemort ever feared. By the man who defeated Grindelwald.

Albus understood his eyes were not twinkling. They were almost certainly glowing in a light shade of blue. No one would dare speak this way to Gellert and he was quite tired of pathetic wizards like Fudge thinking they were free to disregard him so casually.

Cornelius suddenly paled and sat back down. His eyes wide and his mouth was hanging loosely open. Even Amelia seemed taken back at the display. She hadn't seen Albus Dumbledore like this in over a decade. Unfortunately, Dolores Umbridge was too stupid to hold her tongue.

"Excuse me, but it sounds like you're threatening the Minister of Magic, and therefore, the Ministry itself. I think you have overstepped yourself headmaster."

Albus wanted to choke the pick woman.

Cornelius found his courage after Dolores Umbridge kept talking.

"You've had your chance to turn this around, Albus. John Dawlish will be investigating both the attack on the owl and Harry Potters attack on the other children." He rose and put on his hat. "Good day to you." But it was clear he did not mean wish Albus a good day.

The Minister turned and stormed directly to the fireplace and with a sneer departed back to the Ministry.

Albus turned to Dolores. "I'll keep this short, Dolores, so that even you can understand it. Get. Out. Now."

Dolores smiled in her saccharine way. "Very well, Albus. But we'll continue this soon enough." She then rose and departed.

Amelia was silent for a moment, then said, "It was nice to see you back in form, Albus. Unfortunately, I don't think you helped the situation."

"No, Amelia, I did not." Sitting back down, He gently removed his glasses. "Now I must do something I feel I will deeply regret later."

"What is that, Albus? You know Dawlish will find young Mr. Potter guilty. At best he'll be tossed into St. Mungo's. I don't even want to think about the other possibilities."

"I feel certain it won't come to that, Amelia. I have already contacted Lady Black and I will now give the Iopos Law firm full access to this school."

"Albus, why is that a bad thing?" Amelia wondered why Albus would limit a legal firm from the school grounds.

"The Iopos law firm is a group that backs certain powerful wizards and their family. Their motives are known only to them and they work on an international level. I have no doubt they will ensure Mr. Dawlish stays in line. Hopefully, he will survive the experience intact."

"Albus, how do you know them so well?"

"They once represented me… and they once represented Gellert Grindelwald."

Amelia paled at the mention of Grindelwald. "Do you think they could be in the service of You-Know-Who?"

Albus slowly shook his head, "No, Amelia. The Denairastas family does not support outsiders or the hopelessly insane."

— Dance of Death 31—

Hogwarts

Headmaster's Office

February 15, 1996

Thursday, 1 PM

Harry had been moved back to his suite. He barely spoke and seemed horribly depressed. Tonks and Draco had stayed with him, but he acted as if he was alone. Silently staring at the wall.

Draco brought him a glass of water. "Harry, I'm sorry about last night. If you want to recite any of your muggle poetry, I'll listen. It was actually pretty good; I just wasn't in the right frame of mind…"

Harry gave him a small smile. "It's a song. A good one. Not a poem."

Draco didn't know what else to do. Attacking a Familiar was a revolting thing to do. Even last year when so many people were attacking Harry, no one went after his Familiar. Would Umbridge really go to such lengths to punish him? Draco realised that he already knew the answer. Yes… she would.

Andromeda had been by while Harry was sleeping, but now she and Narcissa were diligently coordinating a legal defence. His Aunt and his mother were bringing in the Black legal team to ensure the responsible parties were punished. Apparently, there was even a discussion around Harry being held accountable for his Accidental Magic in the Great Hall. That was a clear sign of desperation. If it got out that Fudge's undersecretary was behind the attack, it would reflect horribly on him as well.

Soon there was a knock on the door. Tonks opened it to find Albus Dumbledore, Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall. They had clearly come to see how Harry was doing. As they entered the room, Harry looked up but said nothing.

Dumbledore asked, "Harry. I am deeply sorry for what you have gone through. If there is anything my staff or I can do, please let us know." To his credit, his eyes weren't winkling.

Harry thought a moment and said. "You tried to warn me. Yesterday you said I needed to learn how to keep those in my care safe. I scoffed and Hedwig paid the price."

Minerva sadly realised he was right. Albus had warned him. It was a painful lesson to learn and she hated he had learned it this way. Part of her was proud that he had listened and made the connection. These were difficult times and Harry needed to temper himself.

Albus took a breath, "I never dreamed this would happen, Harry. And you were right as well, I never should have let that woman into this school. Currently, I am finding it hard to extract her… But that doesn't matter now. Please get some rest and know that many of us are only focused on keeping you safe."

At that point, Severus Snape walked through the still open door. Tonks wanted to kick herself for not closing it, she left it open as a hint for the Headmaster to keep his visit short. The one Professor Harry despised almost as much as Umbridge walked in.

Professor Snape seemed subdued. "I've brewed another dose of the Dreamless Sleep Draught. I recommend Mr. Potter take it twelve hours before he intends to wake up."

Professor Flitwick took the vial, "Thank you Severus." He sat it down beside Harry.

During the transportation of it, Harry noticed Flitwick sniffed the concoction. Apparently, he didn't trust the Potion master very much either. Snape noticed the gesture, but simply sneered and said nothing.

A few more words of sincere sympathy were expressed, then the faculty departed. As they left, Professor Snape stopped and looked back at Harry for a moment. He was weighing his thoughts very carefully.

Snape quietly said, "Mr. Potter, if you decide to take another Familiar, I recommend choosing one that doesn't stand out. A barn owl, perhaps." He delivered the message calmly and evenly. Harry stared up at the man. Professor McGonagall gasped and Tonks slammed the door in his face.

Draco had watched the exchange and groaned, placing his face in his hands. He had always known Professor Snape was both a brilliant Wizard and a socially awkward man. Harry would just see his parting comments as cruel comment meant to cause him pain. Draco knew Professor Snape was trying to give him good advice. Advice he himself had planned to give Harry when the trauma of losing his Familiar lessened. The timing was atrocious, but the advice was sound.

Tonks went over and sat beside Harry. "Ignore him Harry. Mum will be back soon, and we'll get you out of here. Just be patient."

Harry asked, "Why are we still here?" It was a flat and monotone question.

Tonks hated answering this question. "We need to stay until the investigation is over. The town house is under a… questionably legal Fidelius, so by staying here no one will look into why they can't reach you."

Harry accepted that.

After about an hour, Andromeda came by with Mr. Felder from the Black Family Lawyers. They went over the events that occurred leading up to his accidental magic. Harry was certain Umbridge was either directly or indirectly responsible. Draco agreed. He had also seen her smirking maliciously.

Mr. Felder briefed the family on how Minister Fudge was trying to hold Harry accountable for his Accidental Magic. Apparently, a few students suffered minor injuries when they slipped and fell on the ice. The solicitor pulled no punches and made it clear that Fudge was trying to have Harry deemed dangerously unstable to ensure no one believed his story about Voldemort.

Andromeda asked him the same question Harry had, "Mr. Felder, should we be worried?"

The man shook his head. "Not about this. I'll take care of the investigation, but you have enemies Mr. Potter. Vicious enemies in positions of power. You need to be far more vigilant and cease acting like you are invulnerable."

Harry was painfully aware of his painful lesson in vulnerability. Discussing it further served no purpose. His cavalier attitude cost Hedwig her life.

Harry looked directly at Mr. Felder and asked, "Can we have Umbridge prosecuted?"

Mr. Felder pursed his lips. "It is highly unlikely. However, you are the future Lord Black. I feel certain you will handle things. Just remember what I said. Don't be overconfident or reckless."

Harry calmly said, "Understood, Mr. Felder." He had adopted his practiced emotionless demeanour. The statement was delivered as a serial killer might. Cold as ice.

Mr. Felder's eyes were like ice. He smiled cruelly. "You are learning, Mr. Potter."

— Dance of Death 31—

Hogwarts

The Great Hall

February 16, 1996

Friday, 8 AM

John Dawlish was preparing the small room off to the side of the Great Hall for his interviews. Minister Fudge made it clear what he expected the outcome to be. Harry Potter would be deemed mentally unstable and he should be quietly sent away to St. Mungo's for an extended stay in the Janus Thickey Ward. Dawlish had conflicted feelings on this. He had visited the Malfoy Manor and there definitely was evidence to support the boy's claim. Whether You-Know-Who was back or not didn't change that something was happening. The puzzle pieces just didn't add up unless you believed the boy's story. But his story was not something most of the citizens of Magical Britain wanted to accept. He sure didn't. The last time You-Know-Who was making his bid for power, the death rate among Aurors was terrible.

On the other hand, Amelia Bones would be retiring soon, and Dawlish knew Fudge could get him the top spot. Still, to send a child to the Janus Thickey Ward at St. Mungo's seemed excessive. He prided himself on making smart career choices, but there was still a shadow of a conscience inside the man. Add in the fact that Harry Potter was a national hero and this could all blow up in everyone's faces. He'd conduct his interviews and make his decision after the fact. He needed to find out if Harry Potter was worth throwing his career away for.

As he settled in, Harry's Solicitor stepped into the room. Dawlish knew he had to tread lightly around most lawyers, but especially this group. Their viciousness was legendary.

John Dawlish turned on his professional charm. "Sir, I'm not seeing anyone for another thirty minutes. I have to kindly ask you to wait outside."

"Certainly Mr. Dawlish. But in the meantime, I encourage you to review the content of this folder." He casually set it down in front of the Auror. "I'll see you in thirty minutes."

John Dawlish waved his wand over the folder but detected no charms or curses. Opening it up, he found photographs, copies of documents, and sworn testimony. Three years ago, he had made a simple mistake… Profitable, but still a mistake. Not in what he did, but in that he had not been vigilant enough. The evidence here would destroy him. He nervously banished the content of the envelope and sat down. What options did he have?

Fifteen minutes later, Mr. Felder stepped back into the room. "Well, Sr. Auror Dawlish… I hope you don't mind if I return early. Did you have a moment to review the content of the envelope? I trust you understand the gravity of the evidence in my firm's possession." Seeing the Auror look at him in stunned silence, he added, "Harry Potter had a simple case of Accidental Magic. Given the scandalous attack on his Familiar, it really is understandable."

John knew they had him. "And Umbridge?" Obviously, he would have to throw her to the wolves… That was something he could do guilt free. Attacking a Familiar… who raised her?

The solicitor sat down. "Well John, that's tricky. You don't mind if I call you 'John' do you? Good." Mr. Felder calmly tapped his chin. "We feel certain she is the culprit, but we also believe pursuing that would be ill-timed. So, unless there is hard evidence…" He then shrugged.

What the solicitor didn't say was that Mr. Potter needs to handle this himself. His superiors were impressed when he stepped up at Gringotts, but there were still lingering doubts. Harry Potter needed to continue stepping up and showing his mettle. If only his magic would return faster…

John was quiet for a good three minutes. Three minutes was a long time when no one was talking. An awfully long and painfully uncomfortable time.

Dawlish finally said, "What do I tell Minister Fudge?"

Mr. Felder smiled. It was not a kind smile. "Tell him he should have been more discrete in Prague three years ago." His smile turned into a sneer.

— Dance of Death 31—

Hogwarts

The Chamber of Secrets

February 15, 1996

Saturday, 2 AM

That night, Harry slipped out of the suite. He had managed to bypass the wards that Tonks had set up with a simple Runic design. Her ward setting was amateurish at best. Harry reflected however, that it was a good thing she could fight, because she'd never be a curse-breaker. Even in his reduced magical state, he could effortlessly set it into a circular feedback loop allowing him to get out. With his cloak and the Marauder's map, it was simple work to get to the Chamber of Secrets.

Harry carefully crept up one of the side chambers he had discovered last year*. The one that led up to Professor Snape's office. After sitting through a day of pointed interviews, he was ready to lash out. Dolores Umbridge might not be accessible, but he hadn't forgotten Snape's parting comment about picking a less spectacular owl. That man had made him miserable for the last five years, he was due for a little payback. For all Harry knew, Snape was a part of the attack on Hedwig. He had killed Franklin, his snake… why not his owl?

Harry checked the map and opened his senses to check for wards. Without a wand, any complex ward would be enough to call the trip off, but how would Snape know to ward his back wall? To his enhanced perception, it was free of wards. Checking his map again, he confirmed once more that Snape was in his personal quarters. Just to be sure no paintings saw him; he got under his invisibility cloak and shifted his vision to an OWL's ability to see in the dark. He pulled a lever to remove the massive deadbolt and grasped the handle. Hopefully, it wouldn't break. The wall was heavy, being six to eight inches thick and made of stone. The hinges complained slightly, but the hidden door slowly opened. Harry noted that the hinges had to have been enchanted not to seize up.

The office was large and had room for potions to brew. It had trace amounts of light from various magical indirect sources. He could operate simply fine. Likely they were here to aid the house elves. Additionally, there were also two small points of light given off from heating elements under a pair of cauldrons. Looking up, Harry could see there was a magical ventilation system… the steam and fumes rose and were banished upon contact with the ceiling.

Further review showed there were no portraits or paintings in this room, apparently the professor liked his privacy. That made this easier. Searching the room, Harry noted a strange panel glowing faintly. Focusing on his hearing, he could hear a cauldron bubbling**. Obviously, this was a hidden compartment of some kind with what appeared to be a potion simmering. With a little investigation he found a small latch to open the panel.

The panel didn't appear to be warded. He inspected it closer. An alarm was attached, but he pulled out two small cubes. They were simple curse-breaker cubes, like the ones he used on the door to his suite. Hmmm. Snape had extremely powerful and intricate charms, wards, and alarms on the door to his office and even on a few of his desk drawers, but he apparently didn't bother with the hidden panel. How uncharacteristically naive. Perhaps he planned to continuously add ingredients and he doesn't expect anyone to come in through the back wall. Ingredients... this could be interesting.

Harry checked the map, all secure. Snape was still in his quarters, but he was moving around. He originally just planned to come in here and trash the place, now he had a much better plan. Working on the panel, he managed to divert the alarm and open it up. Any Novice curse-breaker could have done this with ease. Inside was a medium cauldron that appeared to be still in process. The ingredients seemed rather basic, except for one. Near the back was a small tray holding three large leathery eggs and radiating a type of stasis charm. At least, Harry thought they were snake eggs… About as large as a cricket ball. Then, realisation dawned on him. They were Runespoor eggs!

Harry only knew of one use for Runespoor eggs, Baruffio's Brain Elixir. Snape was helping Slytherins cheat! No wonder Crabbe and Goyle somehow managed to slither their way through each year. They were stupid as rocks. Snape was helping them cheat. Probably a few others as well. He wasn't familiar with this recipe, though. He checked his map; Snape was still in his quarters.

Harry stepped through the back-entry point and out of the office but kept the massive stone door open. "Kreacher!"

After maybe thirty seconds, Kreacher appeared. "Master was hard for Kreacher to find." He was looking around. "Where is Master?"

"Hello Kreacher. I'm in the Chamber of Secrets. Well, a staircase up from the Chamber." Kreacher looked extremely impressed. "I need you to do something for me, I need you to bring me the potions book at the house. The one Professor Slughorn gave me. The beaten up one that is probably beside my bed. I also need you to bring me three chicken eggs."

Kreacher smiled and left. Harry watched Snape moving around. He just stepped away from his wardrobe and his feet were fidgeting about. He was dressing! Harry went back into the office and took one of the Runespoor eggs. Looking at it for a second, he placed it back and picked up a different one. He didn't really know why, but the one currently in his hand just felt right. When he shifted his vision, he could see a tiny snake all coiled up. He thought he counted two heads, all twisted up. But he knew there were three. He just somehow knew it. Stepping back out of the office, He waited and watched the map. As he watched, Snape began to leave his quarters. Harry figured he had perhaps 5 minutes…

Kreacher appeared. Harry frantically thumbed through the book until he found the recipe. Apparently, whoever wrote in the margins detailed out a variant that was not traceable and reliable. But the balance of ingredients was critical.

"Kreacher, I need you to take one chicken egg and transfigure it to look exactly like the egg I am holding."

Kreacher looked at the chicken eggs. He had brought three. "Master only wants one?"

"Yes Kreacher. More than one would result in discovery. I need the potion to look right." Seeing Kreacher's confusion, he added, "I am paying back someone who has hurt me. One egg won't change the look of the potion, but it will have delayed effects. More than one would cause the potion to have a different colour. It would also result in an immediate reaction. I need a nice and unexpected delayed reaction." Looking at the recipe and the notes, he added, "Make the transfiguration last about an hour and a half or so. No more than two."

Getting even was something Kreacher understood. He smiled and went to work. After about a minute, he was done. He had really put extra power into the Transfiguration and it looked great. He then croaked out "Revenge." He handed the near perfect replica back to Harry. Harry noted it had a faint trace of Kreacher's work, but only because he was so sensitive since the accident. Snape would only notice if he actively checked. Given the weak wards on the panel, Snape was trusting the front door warding to be sufficient.

Harry looked at the map and saw Snape was walking down the corridor. Fortunately, he was moving slowly, or this would be a rush job. Harry darted back in, placed the fake egg back on the stasis tray, and very carefully reset the panel and the alarms. He then swiftly exited through the back office and carefully shut and locked the hidden door. He and Kreacher then quietly walked down the staircase. About halfway down, Harry noticed Snape had entered his office. Kreacher did something to prevent squeaking, and they then arrived at the bottom of the chamber. Kreacher just looked on in awe.

Harry gave him a brief tour, then handed back the potions book and the spare eggs and sent Kreacher on his way. After Kreacher left, Harry realised he was still holding the Runespoor egg. It would make a good souvenir. If it didn't become rotten. Maybe it would even hatch.

He spoke to the egg and said, "Hello, I just saved you from a watery death. Now what to do with you…" He noticed the egg pulsed a bit as he talked. Was he speaking in Parseltongue? Shrugging his shoulders, he placed the egg in his pocket and made his way back to his room. He had been gone at least an hour; it was unlikely he hadn't been missed. That's OK. He'd just say he went to the chamber to get away from it all.

To Harry's immense surprise, no one noticed he had been out. He gently removed the bypasses of the alarm on the door and went into the bathroom and changed back into his pyjamas and climbed back into bed. He was still holding the Runespoor egg, so he just placed it under his chin and curled up.

"§Goodnight egg. Sleep tight§."

Harry felt a sense of calmness as he held the egg. It pulsed when he spoke, then settled down. He suddenly felt less empty. He still felt loss and pain, but it was somehow less searing. No, he wasn't happy, but he felt his magic calming. It stopped roiling about inside him. And he fell into a deep sleep…

About an hour later, there was a deep rumbling noise heard in the distance. Harry knew parts of the castle probably shook. Snape's Potion just exploded. Obviously, Snape hadn't been there to note the sudden smoke before it exploded, or he would have simply banished it. Without a doubt, the content of his office was now destroyed. Harry smiled. It was a beginning.

"§Go to sleep my little egg. Tomorrow promises to be an eventful day§."

And Harry rolled over and drifted off. He couldn't reach his dreamscape, but he knew damage had been done and was likely in the process of being repaired. He dreamed of eggs and potions and owls. It wasn't necessarily a happy dream, but it was calming.

He slept till noon.

— Dance of Death 31—

When Harry finally did awake, he felt more stable. After Hedwig had been killed, his concentration was nowhere near what it had been. But he was feeling like himself now. Sad and angry over the loss of his beloved Hedwig, but at least his mind was focused. He showered and dressed in the bathroom. He kept his egg with him. Walking out into the small common area, he saw it was quite crowded. Fortunately, the individuals in the room were all allies, friends, and family. Bill, Andromeda, Remus, Tonks, Draco, Mr. Felder, Ted, and Mr. Weasley. Seriously, the room looked like a clown car. It seriously wasn't this large.

Seeing Harry, Andromeda approached him. "Hadrian, Mr. Felder and I need to meet with you and discuss the investigation. My husband and William have also requested to be present. Edward is a trained solicitor and wishes to be kept abreast while you are currently apprenticed to William. If you would prefer, we can keep the number smaller." Harry noted the use of his formal name, Hadrian. This was in no way a social discussion.

Harry saw the others in the room watching him. Waiting for his response. Mr. Weasley gave him one of those sympathetic and supportive smiles he was so good at. Harry knew Ted had been a Potter solicitor and it was good to have him near in case of emergencies. Bill was the person he trusted completely… so, no issues.

Harry said, "That's fine. I just want to get some tea."

Andromeda nodded, "Certainly. You've been through a lot this week. We'll use the suite across the hall."

Harr followed the four adults as they crossed the hallway and entered a different suite. It was basically the same and Harry could tell this was where Andromeda and Ted had set up. Unlike the suite Harry was in, this one had a small food preparation area and a table. Harry made a point to hold Andromeda's chair out for her, then he sat down. There was a steaming mug in front of each chair. Harry and Andromeda had tea while Bill and Mr. Felder had black coffee, not tea.

Before they got down to business, Bill asked, "How are you, Harry? I know this has been rough…"

Bill had told Harry years ago that most Wizards and Witches don't take Familiars due to the pain of the loss when they died. But a murdered Familiar was far worse. The suddenness was worse than having your wand snapped. He could personally attest to that. Bill had once had a co-worker with a Mongoose Familiar, but it had been killed in a tomb. It took him a year to get past it. Harry just never thought it would happen to him.

"I'm coping, Bill. I just want to see justice done. We all know who did this…"

Mr. Felder sipped his coffee, then said, "I'm pleased to inform you that there will be no charges against you for the unfortunate incident of Accidental Magic." Seeing Harry's surprised look, he added, "There were questions regarding the wilfulness of the incident."

Harry laughed at that, "Right. I wanted to damage my own magic further…"

Mr. Felder looked somewhat concerned, "How much damage was done?"

Harry shrugged, "Nothing I won't heal from. But I'm sure it set me back a bit." Harry noted Mr. Felder relaxed slightly.

Andromeda asked, "Mr. Felder, what is the status of the investigation on the attack on Hadrian's Familiar?" That got everyone's attention.

Mr. Felder pursed his lips, "There's not enough evidence to prove anyone guilty." Seeing Harry begin to grow angry, he stated, "Sometimes, justice takes time and planning, Heir Black. Sometimes, we have to force the justice that is so richly deserved."

Bill did a double take, "No. Harry, don't do anything you'll regret."

Mr. Felder didn't even look at Bill, "Do you remember how you managed your cousin's claim to the Black Estate? This is similar. Take a personal hand and bring that woman to justice. But don't do it… rashly."

Andromeda cleared her throat, "That's not helping Mr. Felder. Harry is the next Lord Black and justice will be served. One way or another. I'll see to that."

Ted was watching and listening. There was nothing professional about this discussion, but he needed to be prepared if anything untoward occurred from it. The Iopos law firm was shady on the brightest day, less so on days like today.

Mr. Felder continued looking at Harry. "You will learn to delegate and trust in others to manage your affairs. But this is personal… Don't let others manage this."

Andromeda had heard enough. "That'll be all, Mr. Felder."

He ignored her. "Tell me Heir Black, did you have anything to do with Professor Snape's… difficulties last night?"

Andromeda was about to force a closure to the discussion, but she wanted to hear this.

Harry looked at Mr. Felder and adopted his occlumency enhanced emotionless demeanour. "What difficulties would that be, Mr. Felder?" Harry noted both Bill and Andromeda did a double take and looked away. They knew him too well.

Mr. Felder smiled. "Excellent answer. Now, you have numerous tells that don't involve emotional reactions. Work with Lady Black on eliminating them. If anyone asks about last night's events, give the same answer, but don't chew your lip. That tell is one even an amateur would pick up. If pressed, send any inquisitors to me and refuse to discuss it further."

Andromeda looked at Harry, "Nymphadora said her door alarm was still active. There's no way you could have gotten out without a triggering it…" Then she realised something and looked at Bill who had an amused and uncomfortable look on his face.

Bill said, "Door alarms are the first thing we each our initiates to get past. It is a pre-requisite for even taking the Novice exam."

Harry decided there was no point in denying what everyone had already figured out, "Mr. Felder, if a teacher was brewing a batch of Baruffio's Brain Elixir for students that he wished to assist, would that be looked for in an investigation? Is this something I could… delegate?"

Mr. Felder smiled. "You are a quick student, Heir Black. I may have a bit of influence with Auror Dawlish."

Harry simply said, "Thank you."

Ted Tonks wanted to run screaming from the room. Fleamont Potter would never have put him in a position like this. But this was his wife…

Ted asked his first questions, and it was a good one, "Mr. Felder, why was an Auror put in charge of an investigation like this? Surely this is a standard DMLE case. Auror's only investigate more serious crimes that involve potential Dark Wizards…"

Bill said, "I wondered about that, too."

Mr. Felder smirked, "Apparently, Minister Fudge personally assigned Sr. Auror Dawlish to the case. However, he won't be getting the outcome he expected."

That sobered everyone up. The minister was targeting Harry…

Lady Black seemed to freeze over and stated, "Apparently the House of Black has a new adversary to contend with."

Harry looked at his Guardian and was impressed. This was a woman who didn't shy away from conflict. Maybe marrying a solicitor had been an exceptionally good move… except for the whole 'cast out of the family' issue a couple of decades ago.

Mr. Felder then produced the current copy of the Daily Prophet and presented a few articles where Minister Fudge was expressing extreme concerns over the declining standards at Hogwarts. The slaying of Harry's Familiar was an indicatory of just how far Hogwarts had fallen. He was using the murder of Harry's Familiar to get even more control through Umbridge… She was being given more authority than before and Dumbledore was having his authority reduced.

Harry stared at Mr. Felder in disbelief. That woman murdered Hedwig and was now profiting from it. There was no way this would go unanswered. Oh, hell no.

Harry had heard enough, and he didn't want to extend this discussion. Looking at Andromeda, he proposed, "I'll deal with Umbridge. You worry about the Minister." Andromeda seemed disturbed by that.

She said, "Harry, do nothing rash. You need to learn patience. Given time, she will slip up and we'll have her."

Harry stared back at his guardian with the same emotionless face he had learned to adopt, "I was rash and reckless before. Hedwig paid the price for my naivety. I won't make the same mistake again."

Bill stressed, "Harry, be careful. She may seem cartoonish in her pink cardigans, but she's dangerous."

Harry looked back at his mentor, "So am I."

—DoD—

The five of them returned to Harry's shared suite and Harry was as polite as possible as he met with everyone in the room who wished to express their sympathies. At one point the Headmaster and a few teachers came by, but these were short visits due to the limited space and the number of people in the room. It all went by in a blur. It was nice to have so many people checking in on him, but he just wanted to be left alone. To grieve.

As the parade of supporters finally began to dwindle, it was just Harry, Andromeda, Tonks, and Draco. Bill, Ted, and Mr. Felder were now subject to 'Visiting Hours' and had to leave. This was a new policy created by Umbridge and, like it or not, it was the rule. Andromeda was Harry's Guardian and his healer, so she couldn't be forced to leave without her charge. Tonks was still an Auror assigned to protect Harry when he had his unpleasant fight with Piers and his gang, so she was allowed as well. She confessed that the Minister was pressuring Robards to end the protection detail and as soon as he could pull it off without looking bad, he would. But for now, she was still his 'bodyguard'.

The four of them ate together in Andromeda's suite as it had a dining table. It was a quiet meal and Harry found himself constantly holding his new 'egg' in his lap and under his napkin. It was leathery and very comforting to hold. Quietly, he wondered what he would do if it ever hatched. Set it free in Greece perhaps. Or were they from Africa? He really needed to do a little research on Runespoors. All he knew was that they were magical three headed snakes with extremely lethal venom and a degree of magical resistance in line with an Acromantula. Not an animal to take lightly. But if it was so dangerous, why did it have such a calming effect on him?

During dinner, Andromeda made a point to tell him how well-mannered he was. Harry smiled politely, he knew she was just trying to say something nice and make him feel better. He was fifteen and congratulating him on table manners felt weird. He took consolation in the fact that at least she was trying. The fact that she fell back on table manners showed how awkward this was for her. Even Draco did a double take.

What even was he to Draco? Not really a friend, but not an enemy either. Not anymore. His dad, yes. But he was more of a… something. But with the contracts Draco and his mum signed, they couldn't be enemies even if they really wanted to. Maybe he should test the 'alliance'.

Looking at his old rival, Harry asked, "Um, Draco. What's the word from Slytherin house? What are they saying?"

Draco looked at him blankly for a moment. "They all think you are crazy powerful after what happened in the Great Hall. It's helped my standing quite a bit. No one thinks I intentionally lost our duel now. Most simply think you're magic is dangerously unstable and that's why you don't have a wand." After taking a moment to reflect, he added, "They also think Umbridge is vulgar for what she did. Enough of them heard you in the courtyard and they're now calling her the 'Pure-blood Poser'."

Harry smiled at the nickname. "So, she's losing her support base."

Draco shook his head. "No, not really. They just don't respect her. They'll take whatever extra authority she'll give out and feign admiration. She's even forming a new group of students focused on enforcing discipline. Mostly Slytherins, but a few Ravenclaws, too. But after what she did, we all know she has no upbringing. Even Fudge is probably looking critically at her."

Draco continued while he finished up his meal. "Also, in discussion is the explosion in Professor Snape's office. He apparently lost a great deal of personal materials as well as a few potions he had been brewing for weeks if not months. There are maybe eight to ten students that rely on his potions to maintain their grades. Professor Snape believes he was sold transfigured ingredients. He plans to really go after his personal apothecary. Most of his personal stores were ruined. Replacing them will not be easy or inexpensive."

Harry listened to all this numbly. He was glad to hear his midnight run had impacted Snape so directly. For the rest, he struggling to care one way or the other, but he made a sincere effort since he still had friends here. Harry wondered how he may have been different had allowed the hat to sort him to Slytherin? Would he have been a self-centred ladder climber? Surely, they weren't all like that.

As dinner was ending, there was a brief knock on the door. Tonks answered it and it was the headmaster. Tonks invited him in, it was his school after all.

"Mr. Potter. Mr. Malfoy. I wanted to let you both know that you may depart tomorrow at your convenience. All the evaluations came back very nicely for the both of you." Looking at Harry he added, "I understand Professor Babbling even mentioned a possible Mastery. I'm just sorry for the unpleasant turn."

Harry didn't really know what to say. "Thank you, Professor."

Dumbledore smiled sombrely. "I confess, I had two other reasons to see you. Your friends asked Minerva to deliver this to you." He handed Harry a letter. "Also, Hagrid wishes to see you tomorrow morning. He built a… small casket for Hedwig and hopes to give it to you directly."

Harry nodded. He wanted to claim her remains before he left. "Thank you, Professor. I'll visit him around 8AM, then perhaps we can depart around… ten or so." Andromeda nodded when he looked her way.

"Very well. Now, I have a staff meeting at eight and I expect it to be a long one. Good night to you all."

— Dance of Death 31—

Hogwarts

Empty Classroom

February 15, 1996

Saturday, 8:15 PM

The letter Dumbledore had delivered was from Ginny. She was asking Harry to meet her in the library at 8PM. Harry knew he couldn't give Tonks the slip again, so he just asked her to tag along. She didn't seem to mind.

Once Harry and Tonks arrived, Ginny gave him a hug and seemed to just hold on to him. She didn't say much, only how sorry she was about Hedwig. She cried a bit and Harry had always known how much she liked Hedwig. After a few minutes, she stepped back, wiped her eyes, and led Harry and Tonks to an empty classroom near the Gryffindor common room. Waiting inside were Hermione, Luna, Neville, and Colin.

They all made a show of support. Colin was devastated over everything that had happened; he'd been blaming himself. Hermione looked scared and Neville looked furious. Luna had been crying. Being around others who shared in his grief helped. These were his closest friends and Ginny was more than a friend. Tonks was like an older sister. She could be kind of annoying, but she was always there for support. Harry reassured Colin that he didn't do anything wrong. But he was most bothered by Hermione's nervousness. The fact that she seemed afraid.

"Hermione, what aren't you telling me?" Ginny gave his hand a squeeze. Yes, he was still holding it.

"Harry, you know we've formed a defence study group. Well, it's against the educational decrees and Umbridge is getting even more power now. We've been fortunate and we've managed to avoid detections. We have a few Prefects and the Head Boy in the group." Harry tensed a bit at the mention of the Head Boy. Hermione realised he was still angry with Cedric. "But Umbridge is forming a new disciplinary group and… I don't know if we can evade them. Dodging Umbridge is difficult enough, but a dozen extra inquisitors…"

Neville added to her statement, "These aren't just prefects either Harry. These are the school thugs. Mostly Slytherins and not the high achievers. These are the Crabbe's and the Goyle's of Slytherin House."

Harry knew what that meant. Bullies who enjoyed tormenting the other students. "Are all of them that bad?"

Hermione shook her head, "There a few who aren't so bad. But they'll still turn us in if they catch us. And now that Umbridge has more authority… Getting caught won't be pleasant."

After considering this a moment, Harry took The Marauders Map out and handed it to Ginny. "Return this when I come back for my OWLs. And please don't lose it."

Tonks walked over and looked at it. "I know this map." She laughed. "Every generation of Pranksters finds it in Filch's office. Extremely useful."

Harry could tell she was considering doing the mature thing and turning it in. "They need it Tonks. You know what Umbridge is capable of." With that statement, she hesitantly handed the map back to Ginny. Ginny and Hermione knew how to use it. They'd make sure everyone was safe.

Hermione hugged him, "Thank you, Harry. I know how much that map means to you."

Thirty minutes later, Tonks was escorting Harry back to the suite and she asked, "So, why does the map mean so much to you? I know the Weasley twins had it once. Charlie and I had it back in our day. What makes it special to you, Harry? No offence, but you don't seem like a prankster." She was genuinely curious.

Harry smiled and said, "Prongs was my father." Tonks stopped and stared. He continued, "Padfoot is Sirius, Moony is Remus, and Worm tail is Pettigrew. I really wish I could remove his stain from it…"

Tonks could only say, "Wow."

— Dance of Death 31—

Hogwarts

The Headmaster's Chambers

February 15, 1996

Sunday, 10AM

Harry had visited Hagrid and received the beautiful carved box containing Hedwig's remains. This brought back much of the grief and the huge man held Harry while he worked past it. It was different now. When Hedwig was killed, he had been crippled with grief and sadness. Now he knew the person that killed Hedwig had maliciously prospered from it. He was no longer grief ridden. He was now equal parts grief and anger.

He made his way with Hagrid to the Headmaster's office where he and his companions were using the floo to get to a neutral site where they could Apparate back to Grimmauld Place. In addition to Andromeda, Tonks, and Draco, there were also Dumbledore's heads of house present. Plus, one Dolores Umbridge. Harry cranked up his occlumency and killed any emotion he had. He didn't want to say or do anything he would regret.

Harry intentionally avoided looking at Umbridge, Snape and McGonagall. Dumbledore got a simple handshake and a thank you. Professor McGonagall seemed saddened at his avoidance, but Snape was just brooding in the corner. He must have lost a great deal in the explosion. As Harry thought about it, a potion brewing for weeks or months was a big deal. Polyjuice or something similar? Maybe Voldemort was waiting on those potions. Good. Umbridge cleared her throat a few times, but no one looked her way. Tonks went first into the fireplace and flooed away. Then Draco. Harry stepped forward only to hear Umbridge give her parting remarks.

Umbridge said, "Mr. Potter, I sincerely hope you have learned something this week. It's important everyone understands their place in the grand order of things. Have you Mr. Potter?" A few other teachers made noises. But she continued, "Have you learned your place?"

Harry stepped in the fireplace and used his new Occlumency trick to kill all his emotion. Before departing, he turned to stare at the repugnant woman. He could see Dumbledore pleading with his eyes for Harry to say nothing. That wasn't happening.

"I've learned a great deal, Professor Umbridge. Soon, I'll be the one doing the teaching. I have plenty of lessons to give." Between his emotional occlumency and his intentional malice, Harry left little doubt as to his intent. Before she could retort, he flooed away.

Andromeda stepped up to Dolores. She towered over the diminutive woman. "Dolores. Do you have any idea what a Blood Feud is?"

Dolores smiled. "Yes, Andromeda. I also know only the Lord of an Ancient and Noble family can call one. Not an Heir and not a Proxy." And she smiled in her sickeningly sweet way.

Andromeda raised one eyebrow. "In seventeen months, Harry will be of age. He will claim the Lordship of House Black and he will have the authority to call a Blood Feud. In case you've forgotten, the House of Black isn't just Ancient and Noble, it is Ancient and Most Noble. You would do well to research what happens when an Ancient and Most Noble house declares a Blood Feud."

Dolores didn't have to research it. She knew. Slowly it began to dawn on her that perhaps she should have been more… restrained. Even Cornelius couldn't do anything about an Ancient and Most Noble Blood Feud. As the dread began creeping up on her, she swallowed hard and loud. She opened her mouth to say something, but no sound came out. She had dug a hole that was simply too deep. Andromeda smiled and Dolores remembered why everyone feared the Black sisters in school. Then, the Lady Black turned around and gracefully walked toward the fireplace.

As Andromeda entered the fireplace and flooed away, Dolores felt an unearthly chill settle in. She had seventeen months… Then her life would be diminished. All she had worked for… gone.

She had to do something. Something decisive.

There was only one thing she think of.

Harry Potter must not reach his seventeenth birthday.

— Dance of Death 31—

Next: Harry finds his Wyld Side

Also: Remember when I said tragedies come in threes? Well, Harry has one more to go, then he starts 'giving back to the community' in ways it so richly deserves. I approached the issue with Hedwig as something that affected him very deeply and very magically. It really wiped him out and put his magic into a tailspin. Losing a loved pet can be devastating, but a familiar is even more so.

*Chapter 12. Yep, this was planned all along. Unfortunately, it took me nearly 20 chapters to get here. Well, things will speed up now.

**Owls have even better hearing than they do night vision.