Mommy Loves Me
02
ISDH
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After polishing off a Full English plus, the Weasley Household were trying to iron out the day's plans, when a loud thump sounded from the window over the kitchen sink, as the whole house shook from the impact. Every eye turned to look…
"Bloody Bird is a Mence." Ron huffed.
Molly shushed him. "Percy, get the Mail, would you."
The Scholarly youth stood, lifted the pack of letters from the owl's foot, leaving the owl 'splat' against the window. "Our School Letters." Percy began handing them out. "Even got Harry's"
"Doesn't miss a trick, ole Dumbledor." Arthur looked pleased.
"More like McGonagall." Harry piped up, "The Headmaster is too busy elsewhere." He had meant it as an insult, but the adults took it as Praise for the Leader of the Light, and it completely went over the heads of the youngest members. Percy glared at the blackhaired boy, torn between backing the Headmaster or the Headmistress. The Twins just grinned wider.
"This is going to be expletive… seven books for DADA" George huffed.
Harry looked at his list, before passing it to the twins, "Same as mine?"
They compared, frowned, then snagged both Ginny's and Percy's…
"Blooming Arse assigned the same seven books to all seven years!" they choursed.
"Boys, Language!" Molly huffed, "Lets hit the bookstores quickly, the good secondhand books go quickly."
"Why not share?" Harry asked. "You hand down almost everything else… this time you are not waiting until the end of the year."
"If we are doing that…" Fred grinned, "We have all seven books for DADA, and a few are First Editions as well." he returned everyone's list to them.
"Bill and Charlie left there old text books in their rooms, and I do believe they would not mind sharing." George grinned. "It would free up a few coins for you to buy a few things that Ginny will need, that we have no need to know about."
Molly Glared at her Boys. "Percy, take their Lists, and compare them to what is in William's and Charlie's rooms. Bring everything down to the sitting room coffee table. Everybody else, get ready to go. Ron, get Harry something to wear, including a cloak. You have thirty minutes."
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With five minutes to go, everyone was gathered before the fireplace. Percy led the way, showing how too travel by Floo. Pinch of green powder, drop into fire, Speak in a clear voice; 'Diagon Alley' and vanish in a green bloom of flame. Harry went next. Pinch of Powder, drop into fire, and speaking clearly; 'Diagon Alley!' and voom!...
Potter exited the floo like a Niffler on a Leprechaun. The fact he was wearing a green cloak he looked like a niffler on a leprechaun. He shot through Percy's legs, under the long table, and crashed into the bar, upside down.
Ron and Ginny followed by the twins were quick to step from the hearth, and make way for the adults. The twins stepped over and pulled the black haired boy to his feet. "What Happened?" they choursed.
"The Floo hates me." Harry huffed, "You ever fire the spit-wad hex after powering up and pushing everything through your wand?"
The twins went wide eyed.
"Well, I was the spit-wad!" Harry hissed.
Molly herded the pack of ginger males into the Alley, with the female ginger and dark haired boy following in her wake like ducklings. As the Wall peeled away, Harry smiled. "I love Magic!"
Once in the Alley, Harry pushed towards the Bank, while Arthur gathered the boys about him while they waited for their mother in the Quidditch shop. Ginny looked between her Mom and the Shop, before bolting into the shop. As Harry Qued, he frowned in distaste. He would have to report his Key Lost or Stolen.
"Next." Snarled the Teller.
"Potter, Harry James." Harry stepped forward, bobbing his head, but never breaking eye contact. "My Key is either Lost or Stolen. I will need to request Identification Confirmation and a new Key Issued."
"You know the warning." the Teller sneered, tapping a glyph rune on the desk. "Wait on the Grey Bench."
As Harry got to the benches, one was grey, one was white. He flared his cloak, ready to sit, when a cough caught his attention. A Goblin in a Grey with Purple three piece suit, with an ascot and a shaved head. "Mr Potter. Come with me." Harry followed in his wake.
Their first stop, a small chamber, filled with green glowing cubes of stone. No, not filled. Those that Glowed lit those that were clear. Each Cube held a Black Quill, and an inscribed plaque. The Goblin led the Lad to an altar in the center of the chamber. Plucking a fresh Black Quill from a tray on the stone slab, the Goblin handed it to the Lad, before gesturing to a black sheet of parchment. "Sign. Full Name."
Harry took the Quill, and looked for the ink pot. "Ink?"
The Goblin sneered, "The Quill provides it's own ink."
Harry looked at the Goblin, "This is going to hurt, is it not."
The sneer turned to a smile.
Harry signed. No sooner than he finished, did the back of his left shoulder bloom into a starburst of pain. He gritted his teeth, breathed deep, and exhaled.
The Red scrawl on the page moved to the bottom of the page. One by one, the glow in the cubes died. Then one turned Blood Red, then another, and another, and so on until a tree of sorts bloomed along one wall. The Goblin grunted. "Your blood signs true." He took the Quill from Harry's hand and dropped it into a Cavity at the back of the Altar, as a brass plaque in a perfect copy of Harry's crawling signature, rose up beside it. He tipped the Plaque into the cavity, and then scrapped a talon over a rune. Out of the cavity rose a clear cube, glowing green, holding the Quill and plaque floating in it like the others. The goblin took the glowing cube, and placed it at the base of the red tree, allowing the red to fade away.
Taking the scroll sheet, the Goblin led the way from the chamber, Harry trotting to keep up. "This way Account Holder Potter. We will get you sorted out in a minute."
"Account Holder?" the lad was confused.
"Not knowing your rank, and to avoid insulting you, I used the one Title that could not bring insult."
"Just call me Harry."
"Can not do that either. I am not your Account Manager. It would not be proper."
"Protocol." Harry huffed. "The cogs in the great clock of Profit." the Goblin's ears lifted, as if listening closer. "In a perfect clock, lube is needed only to offset friction. Extra lube just makes a mess, where too much will accauly gum up the works." three steps, "Bribes are the lube of Society…"
"What are you getting at?"
"What is the difference of tipping your guide, to the faux-pas of offering a bribe?"
"Like you said, Tipping and Bribery lube the gears so that they move silently and perfectly. In fact there is a book on services and bribes that the Bank offers. Should you require it, just ask your Manager." The goblin stopped and with his middle and 'ring' talon, scratched on an oak door.
"Come!" a rough voice called out.
The guide handed the scroll to the Goblin sitting behind a Desk the size of a billiards table. "Account Holder Potter, comma 'H' 'J'. Account Manager Barchoke." and he vanished, closing the door behind him.
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An Hour later, Harry stumbled out of the Bank's great doors, just in time to see Ginny exit Ollivander's holding a yew wand.
"Oh Harry! We got everything but robes and Books." Ron beamed at his 'Mate'.
Harry smiled at the lad before turning to Mrs. Weasley. "How much do I owe ya?"
"Don't you worry about it Luv." the mother hen herded her chicks to the book store… right into the view of a Preening Peacock Ponce… Gildroy Lockheart!
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[Time Jump]
September 01, 1992
Harry slumped in defeat as he hit a solid wall leading to 9 ¾ .
Only Ron was behind him, as the others were ahead of the two boys. Ron had the Idea to use the flying car…
Harry declined. Ron bolted for the parked car, as Harry sat on his trunk in the center of the through-way, and took Hedwig out of her cage.
It was upon this scene of a bespeckled boy petting a snowy owl that a Black man in Metro Patrol uniform came whistling to himself.
"What do we have here?" the heavy warm voice spoke softly. Like velvet wrapped steele left laying in the sun for an hour.
Harry turned to look at the officer, and brushed his fringe back… and smiled at the flicker of recognition in the man's eye. "Morning Officer. I missed my train. Thinking that someone able to help would be along… I waited. After an hour, I was going to have to use alternative means."
"Does your owl want to fly to School, or travel in it's cage…"
Hedwig barked, groomed his hair over his ear, and flew off into the sky.
"Well that answers that." The Policeman looked around, dropped a wand from his sleeve, tapping both cage and trunk, causing them to vanish in flashes of blue light. He then grabbed Harry gently under the arm, and twisted into nothing.
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They reappeared at the Gate of Hogwarts, where an Elf met them.
"Students are to be on CHoo-choo." the matron huffed.
"Yes Mum." Harry answered quickly. "Due to a Timing error, I was locked off the Platform three minutes the train left. My dorm mate took a flying car to try to catch the train." Looking up at the magical police man, "Not wanting him to get into trouble, but knowing something of the law… Pass a rumor of a hoax… muggles have been trying to perfect the flying car for years."
"I will pass that on." turning back to the Elf. "Take the student to his Head of House, tell them…"
"Mistress Kitty not happy." the Elf grumply moaned.
"You got Aunt Minnie?" the blackman smiled at him.
"And brought her the Cup." Harry grinned up at the man, before frowning as he looked away, "Both of them, but the House Cup was a cheap victory…"
"Cheap Victory?" the scotchish brogue snapped both males about.
"Professor." Harry smiled shyly. "We went from fourth to first by one with the additions granted to us by the Headmaster. I know it pissed a few snakes off, Malfoy made sure to tell us on the ride home. The Ravens and Badgers were pleased that some one capped the snakes, but to do so, so flagrantly…" he shook his head, "No class, no style no…" he trailed off.
"Mipsy. Take Mister Potter to his dorm. He will join me in welcoming the new years to Hogwarts."
The Elf snapped her slender fingers…
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Two hours into the train ride, Hermione was begging to worry about where Harry was. Across from her sat Ginny, worrying about both Ron and Harry. Neville was taking the opportunity to introduce the witches to his Eagle Owl, Heimdal. So named for the Ever-watching, all-seeing, God guardian of the Rainbow bridge.
The door was ripped open, harshly. Goyle's meaty paw on the latch, as Malfoy strutted in. "Hey Mudblood. Where is Scarhead?" the vitrail dripping from his forked tongue. All three in the compartment surged to their feet. The witches had their wands in hand, Neville drove his pudgy fist into the sculpted nose of the scion of Malfoy.
Crabbe screamed as his paws slapped to his nose, as a green and boogie bat ripped itself from his face.
Goyle was not so lucky. His shaven head sprouted long curly silky locks of morning sunshine. His eyes darkened as his lips grew rosy, and plump.
"Wait until Snape hears of this!" Malfoy sneered through the blood on his face.
"Yes." Neville stood over the inbred albino. "Be sure to tell everyone the whole story of how a squib, a muggle born, and an unsorted firsty dropped you three before you could get your wands. And Malfoy… the whole truth. You forget any detail and I will call you out." He slammed the door between the two groups.
"What's going on here?" a female voice asked from the rear of the train. The Ravenclaw sixth year female prefect was approaching… with the sixth year male prefect from Gryffindor.
"Ah…" Malfoy opened his mouth to demand 'justice', but then realized that he would be found in the wrong here. "Just a disagreement on quiditch." Malfoy brushed himself off once he was on his feet. "Some just don't see the wisdom of the Whitmore Wasps." he fluffed his robes, as he turned to find Pansy. His goons on his heels.
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In her tower, the unknown was moving faster.
On her son's birthday, a loop of 'silk' would drop to the floor once an hour… the first of Sept, she was up three per minute. The Coffin was two thirds the size it had been when she awoke.