Meet Jucy
ALEXA WATSON: She's, as stated earlier a master of Occlumency. She has an almost eidetic memory, but the expected emotionlessness is not present and other features are undeveloped.
She will be the one excellent at academics, a helpful friend and excellent at daggers and archery.
She loves the ponytail, and is quite athletic.
She's also quite sarcastic, lively, mischievous, and intermediate in nature to Harry's insanity and Jon's Stoicness. She's also easily riled up and the most expressive one and the one with the greatest self confidence.
She was also Hermione Granger.
July 30, 1987
Malfoy Manor, Scotland
Today was July 30th, a day before the national celebration of Jim Potter's birthday, the day seven years ago when the Savior of the Wizarding Britain had been born. It was also a day when most of Britain let its gaurd down and celebrated their victory over Artemisia. Most importantly for the trio, tomorrow, if all went according to plan, it was to be the day the Bank of Gringotts would be one Sword short.
Seven months had passed since that fateful Christmas eve. Before reaching their final destination, they had made three detours, each with a specific case in mind.
5 months ago, February '87
Black Centre
At first, Jon had thought they would go to London. But Harry instead wanted to go to the last place Jon would've thought of: Black Centre, the place where the House of Black had its illegal trade to buy a specific conoction there.
Polyjuice Potion.
The village was the gloomiest one the Blacks owned. Run down houses, broken roads, air full of smoke and the sickly sweet smell of the illegal potions. There was the smell of blood, of urine, and if it existed, the smell of despair filling the background.
"And how would you counter the Thief's Downfall?" Jon had asked earlier.
"Thief's Downfall was never a problem Jon."
Harry had replied.
Jon looked at him as if he was mad.
Alexa insisted on buying the Potion.
"Anyone can identify their current Lord and Harry's hair is too distinct."
"Woe is me! My genetically attractive and untamable hair that needs no grooming to look hot."
"Harry?" "Hmm?" "Shut up or I'll call Hedwig."
Harry shut up. It was very few days that Harry spent without being hurt by that owl. Jon thought he must want today to be one.
"Now we need to make me look more attractive and snobbish like a pureblood."
In Jon's humble opinion, purebloods were not snobbish at all. Jon's humble opinion mattered little.
The Black tent was the Black tent and so one of its rooms had the appropriate pureblood make-up thingies. Jon neither understood, nor wanted to understand the mechanism of women's make up.
At Harry's request, Jon had taught both of them how to walk as if they owned the world and everything contained in it, like a pureblood aristocrat.
Alexa was a natural at it. Harry generally landed on his ass, stumbling through. He had to put in a lot of hard work to look regal enough for Jon's satisfaction. Harry said you had to really believe yourself as the real owner of the world to walk like a snob.
Both Hedwig and Alexa simultaneously began hitting him while Jon laughed.
To complete the look, they'd used the wardrobe in the tent to present Alexa with an azure blue dress, some heels and light make-up. She would also have her hair down and wear blood red gloss.
Anyway, Alexa readied herself in her room using those strange make-up thingies while Harry and Jon were to pretend to be her gaurds, their faces covered completely in by hoods, wearing black shades (like a secret service agent, Harry'd said, whatever the hell that was) while they wore slim black robes, and carried two sticks they'd carved to resemble wands. As for their ages...
"Polyjuice. Enough for triple use. Forgetfulness Potion for Six hours," the voice was cold and came in clipped tones.
"And you'll be..."
"Wouldn't you like to know... ordinary filth. And I am your DOOM if I don't get the Potions."
Had any normal person said it, the poorly dressed, beefy shopkeeper in the middle of the Alley would've attacked and seriously hurt them. Nobody would blink an eye.
The shopkeeper could however see the confidence in her face, the elegance of her walk, the very expensive dress and the two gaurds. He could see the real revulsion Jon knew she felt at herself but he thought was aimed at him.
He believed she was the one in charge as he believed she believed she was the one in charge and had the power to back it. The next line convinced him.
"Tojours Pur, filth. Anima mea nigrum: niger est in sanguine meo."
As she said the words, Jon repeated them under his breath.
"Black in my soul, black in my heart," his Lord Grandfather had said and he remembered his voice as if he'd spoken yesterday, "the words to say to enforce your will on vassals of Black, Boy. They only work if you're a Black permitted by the Lord to use them. The vassals' blood begins to rush faster and the energy in his veins increase. It won't harm them, just send a reminder, of who's the boss."
"L-la-ady Na-narcissa?"
Alexa leaned forward. Jon took out his wand aimed at him. Harry, hands behind his glared at him too.
"Glamours. You'll still take some forgetfulness potion for yourself no doubt."
'Narcissa' smiled a thin smile quite similar to Aunt Cissy. She'd practiced it to perfection in front of the mirror every day until Jon was suitably horrified by their similarities.
"Of-of course, m-milady." He rushed in.
They had the required potions in their hands in two minutes. He dosed himself to forget the past half hour. He even appeared happy to do so. Payment? Not required. It would be taken off his rent. The Blacks did own the town.
They were out of the town in ten more.
"Good!" Harry said, "Your aunts must be seriously scary, mate. He looked rather happy to see Alexa gone. Now Jon you must teach me how to be a Malfoy, specifically, Draco Malfoy."
4 Months ago, March '87
"And now pull up your lips bring your head down slowly and elegantly scoff, while still looking down upon them. Hmm... You suck Harry."
Jon would always admit that the Malfoy sneer was notoriously difficult to master. But Harry didn't need to know that.
For the third thing Jon had led Harry to the 'Arkades' Potter town of Hephaestus' Forge. It was a sprawling town with lots of smoke rising up the chimneys of huge brick workhouses, a multitude of magical metal refineries, and many many small cottages spewing smoke in puffs, and a marketplace right in the middle of the organised chaos with vendors selling metalworks and weapons, armour, craft pieces, amults for carving and the like.
"The second biggest export centre of metalcraft in Britain."
"And who's the biggest?"
"The Verlices in the coastal town of Goldfield, Harry. The fifth richest family in all of Britain. An old mercenary family who remained neutral in the last war. They are the biggest in export not only in the quantity of metal but also the quality. Their gold mines are the chief source of gold for galleons.
"Farrell Verlice, its then leader simply offered his daughter Circe's hand to the winner and went neutral in the war. She's now married to Cyrus Aldaine of another neutral house, the Aldaines, who are the seventh richest family in Magical Britain. In fact their daughter Daphne is in our year at Hogwarts."
Harry answered with his views on the topic, "The darkest places in Hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of mortal peril. Unless they have a good reason, I hate the cowards more than the Invaders, especially those who're quiet in a literal invasion of the nation," his face was set in a worried frown.
"Don't you just love melodrama, Harry. Darkest places in Hell my arse." Alexa cut in.
"And to think you used to be so innocent... Those were the days..."
"Harry you're being delusional. I've been irritating since Day one."
They reached a goldsmith's shop and Harry's frown vanished. He was wearing shades to hide his eyes. But this was a Potter town and he deeply resembled James. He hung back. "You remember the script?"
"Of course!"
"Sir, we've lost the keys sir," Alexa said.
"Yes sir, our Father's keys, sir." Jon said.
"Yes sir, if you don't help us, my lord father'll beat us black an' blue. He gets all qeasy on seeing blood. He won't wanna new key."
"Which keys Laddies?"
His voice was gruff, his beard white,
The shape of his nose was not right,
He was, to the eyes, a sore sight.
Jon glanced left and right and then bent down low and whispered, "Lord father's Gringotts key. Just make a brass fake filled with lead, Please?"
And then Alexa gave him her 'kicked puppy eyes'.
He melted like an ice cube in the Sahara.
"How much money ya got?"
Jon gave him 300galleons (1500 pounds).
The bearded man smiled a toothy smile.
45 minutes later, they left the town with one gold plated key which...
"... Isn't going to fool any Goblins." Alexa was ranting.
"Who said anything about Goblins, Watson?"
45 days ago June '87
The Malfoy Manor was located about 50 miles from the last detour Harry wanted. The left him in front of building, he came back cycling in 4 hours, completely out of breath with a bag on his shoulder which hadn't been there before.
"Got it?," Alexa asked needlessly, just staring at her nails imperiously, as if the answer didn't matter.
'Shouldn't have taught her that.'
"Gasp, Gasp. What dya think, Lexi?" Harry patted the new bag.
Alexa glanced up. Before she could repramind him for calling her Lexi, Harry fainted on the bike and fell down face first.
She didn't pick him up. She was spiteful that way.
For months, they'd travelled North, resting in the rain, walking through the day, in the snow and the wind and the sun. With the food and exercise they'd been having, they were the perhaps the three fittest 7 year olds in Britain.
Harry had always been exceptional at running but now when fresh he felt he could run Marathons. They stayed away from roads but instead travelled through the English Woods and Nattinal Parks.
They celebrated Jon's birthday in April on the way there. About a hundred miles from Scotland, they travelled the rest of the way on bicycles, up the country. They reached the General location of the Manor in June.
It took a fucking month to pinpoint its exact location. Then they rested for two weeks an hour away from the Manor. The main plan would start at about 5 o' clock in the hour before sunrise on July 30th.
Entering the Manor was child's game. Due to Bella's ill fated fight, Malfoys were Black vassals. Jon could permit an invasion and the wards wouldn't react. They knew the plan of the house as Jon had explained time after time.
Alexa rushed to Draco's room and cut a single hair with her silver knife. Draco Malfoy moved a bit but went back to sleep, still slept hugging a stuffed Teddy. The same size as him.
Jon went to the kitchens and instructed the elves to add four hours each of forgetfulness potion to each of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoys morning tea. His orders overrid their orders.
Harry meanwhile had to do the hardest job. He had to get a lock of Lucius' hair. Now it would be virtually impossible if he wanted say Lord Crabbe or Lord Avery's hair, but Lucius Malfoy as Jon had said, spent an hour each day meticulously shampooing, drying, applying oil to, and combing his hair, keeping it just the right amount of silky and soft.
His conditions for marriage were only three. Permission to manage his estate himself, retaining his Wizengamot seat and to take as much time he desires to groom his hair.
So Harry entered tiptoeing into the bedroom, and as predicted, found the lock of hair on Lucius' comb. Narcissa it seemed was sleeping in the other room. He also found Lucius Malfoy tied to the four bedposts, his eyes under blindfolds though atleast covered by a single sheet, his Gringotts key on the bedside. Harry replaced it with the fake. Then he took his wand stick on the bedside out of its place.
Lucius didn't notice.
When the three met they each approached the fireplace, each of their parts successful, the locks of Hair were entered into the flasks and Harry and Jon drank the white coloured Polyjuice Potion and an uncomfortable minute later, Draco and Lucius stood in their places. Alexa, meanwhile, had taken a lock of Jon's hair and drank the Black potion. And Jon Black was ready.
Alexa/Jon took a moment to get accustomed to Jon's height, stride and um... other features.
"It is almost like a gun, Jon, though smaller."
Lucius would've fainted on seeing the blush on 'his' face.
"J-Just don't you dare go to any Public Restroom."
"Oh I just might!"
It was just wrong to see that Cheshire cat grin on his face.
Harry laughed quietly. 'That cheater.'
Alexa/Jon jumped into the floo, Ghost in her hand, took the powder and yelled, "Diagon Alley."
Then Jon/Lucius (who we may call Jucy) and Harry/Draco (who we may call Haco), looked at the other, each took a deep breath, entered together, the picture of elegance and yelled, "Gringotts."
Somewhere deep in the archives of the ministry, is a book which archives the various uses of Floo System.
It made two notes on the 2 usages of floo in Malfoy Manor:
0612: 31/07/87One to Diagon Alley
0614: 31/07/87Two to Gringotts
T-55 minutes to Polyjuice reversion