Dobby's Deceit

by La Morraine

What if Dobby bound himself to Harry without Harry knowing about it? How would that influence the story? [Harry/Hermione]

11. Chapter 11

Finally I'm done with this chapter. It fought me tooth and nail and I don't even know why.

Anyway, the usual rules apply: wrote hard, put up wet EAD style (EAD meaning Evil Author Day, which is February 15th. A lot of authors post unfinished or very rough drafts for their readers and expectations should be held in check accordingly.).

If you see something you don't like, you know where the back button is.

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Dobby's Deceit

Part 11

Harry felt a little guilty for sleeping in on Wednesday, but he had needed the rest. And apparently the adders had thought so too, because Harry's wand failed to chime at the set time. Instead, he was woken by tiny snake tongues tickling his chin and cheeks.

"Harry has a book message," the golden female hissed, crawling over Harry's chest and raising herself up so he could see her. "It is your father's book."

"Oh." Muzzily, Harry rubbed the sleep from his eyes. One of the adder brothers dragged his glasses over the covers. "Thank you, Blue."

"That's not my name," the snakeling said, amused. "Your book has been flashing for a while."

It was urgent, then. Sighing, Harry sat up and put the journal into his lap. Only then did he notice that Sweetie's egg was still stuck to his chest ... and her little head was fully out, curiously examining her surroundings.

"Sweetie," he hissed in awe and very carefully stroked her incredibly soft skin with a finger. "Hello!"

"Harry very warm. I am doing much growing in sleep," she told him. "Harry tell me how pretty I am."

Her brothers writhed in amusement over the open journal, while her sister slithered up and touched her nose to Sweetie's.

"You're very pretty," Harry murmured. "I like your stormy blue-grey skin and those pink highlights. Also, your eyes look pretty fierce, like glowing amber."

"Sister will be just as beautiful as us," the golden one said, flicking her forked tongue against Sweetie's cheek. "We are proud that sister is so strong."

The brothers hissed nonsense, although they clearly agreed.

Harry plucked the egg from his chest and turned it around so he could look the snakeling in the eyes. "I'm so glad you decided to fight. Your siblings were glowing in the fire ... I can't wait to see what you'll look like."

"We find out," she replied, stretching a tiny bit and flicking Harry's nose with her tongue. "But now you read your fathers words."

Harry put her down and took a minute to see the four snakelings' happy curling and writhing. He hadn't known that snakes could feel a family bond with their nest mates, but then again those were very magical snakes that could talk to humans, so maybe comparisons shouldn't be drawn.

Finally, he turned his attention to Sirius' entry.

September 15th, 1993

Pup,

Today is your last class with Snape. Rejoice! I found a tutor who is willing to brave Dumbledore's disapproval. She's a cousin of Stone's (of Lawrence, Stone & Finch), and that family has a zero bullshite policy. In fact, she's eager to let people know when, or rather that, they're arseholes. She'll start immediately, so please expect her to make a grand entrance tonight.

We're still working on finding a fantastic History teacher for you, but Brady's put out feelers as well and will help me get through the vetting process. Useful fellow, that one, and a great house guest. I might keep him a little longer than planned, if you don't mind and he doesn't object.

Have a really great day and please send me the memory of when Snape finds out!

All my love,

Sirius

Harry choked on his spit and began to cough. "What?" he croaked when he could breathe again.

What?, he wrote after finding his pen.

It's so true, Sirius answered immediately. It couldn't be more true, and I feel very accomplished right now. On that note, thanks for indulging Brady's request for a picture last night. Betty already developed it for us and I've put it in our new family photo album.

Harry smiled reluctantly. You're welcome. Although I hope that I don't actually look adorable. I'm too old for that.

I missed eleven years of your life, so bear with me when I occasionally tell you how adorable you look, Sirius replied, his writing bold and unashamed. And you most certainly do look adorable with that egg stuck to you. I might've even teared up a little.

Softie, Harry wrote back, feeling oddly content with Sirius' coddling and teasing. I don't think that Sweetie (that's egg-snake's name for now) will stay in her egg for much longer. She poked her head out just now and is watching everything. You'd probably like her a lot.

Funny that you should say that. I made Brady promise to introduce me to the little ones as soon as possible. But now I'll let you get on with your morning. Remember to rejoice in the fact that after today there'll be no more Snape for you, and most importantly, remember to have fun. Love you, kiddo.

The warm feeling in Harry's chest intensified. Love you, too, he answered and then closed the journal.

The rest of the boys were already gone when Harry made it through his admittedly rather short morning ablutions. The personal hygiene spells he'd learned over the summer were great in a pinch and had gotten so easy for him to perform that he barely even had to think about them. Once completely dressed, the three small adders slithered underneath his shirt and wound around his arms, while Sweetie went into Harry's book bag with an extra warming charm to keep her comfortable in the nippy morning air.

"Please stay super hidden this morning," he said to the snakes as he checked the locking charms on his trunk. "I've got one class with a really mean professor and I don't want him to harm you. He'd probably render you to pieces for his potions."

"We'll be very quiet," the golden female said. "If he is very mean to you, I'll bite him later."

"Us, too," the two brothers chimed in.

Chuckling, Harry patted his right biceps, where they'd decided to settle. "Thanks, you guys. I appreciate it."

Hermione was waiting for Harry in the common room, book in hand and Crookshanks on her lap.

"Good morning," she said and laughed when Harry and Crookshanks did a fist bump. "Did you sleep well?"

"I did, thanks, and you?" Harry scratched Crookshanks behind the ears while Hermione marked the page of her book and stuffed it into her bag.

"Oh, quite well, once I put up the silencing charm. I've got nothing against Lavender and Parvati's excitement, but they were keeping the rest of us up. Lily and Runcorn don't speak with anyone as it is; I'm sure they're about to leave Hogwarts altogether."

"Really?" Harry asked, shocked. "Why?"

"They haven't clicked with anyone but each other," Hermione said. "They're worse at making friends than I am, and Lily's mum is a tiger mum. She wants her daughter to be the best, and that's not happening here, is it?" She blushed a little. "And not just because of me. The education is simply lacking, compared to the other European schools."

"Wow, I didn't know that." Harry thought it over. "But, if they're happier elsewhere, it's probably a good idea."

Hermione nodded. "It's a pity, though. Lily is really good at Transfiguration and Runcorn loves Potions, but she hates Snape."

"Don't we all."

"Mmh. I saw a Beauxbatons pamphlet on Runcorn's night table the other day," Hermione said. "She's scribbled on it a lot, so I guess that things are pretty much decided. They'll probably not even finish the year."

That threw Harry for a loop, despite never having so much as exchanged a whole sentence with the two girls. From Runcorn he couldn't even remember the first name, just like she'd preferred it from day one. "I hope they'll tell McGonagall exactly why they're leaving, then."

"Lily's mum certainly will," Hermione said with wry grin.

Chatting pleasantly, they wandered to the great hall for breakfast, where their friends were already slurping tea and coffee and buttering rolls to go with their eggs and sausages.

"Where's Ron?" Harry asked, having involuntarily scanned the whole table for the redhead, in case he needed to fend off caustic remarks.

"He wandered off a minute ago. Stuffed his face like usual, though," Lee Jordan called over four heads. "That way." He pointed to the door where Harry had come from and returned to his newspaper.

"What's the matter, Harry?" Hermione asked in a hushed voice.

"I don't know. It's just strange," he replied. "He'd never cut breakfast short."

"If you want to go and look for him, you can," she said, guessing what was on his mind. "Go, I'll bring some toast if you miss breakfast."

"Thanks, 'Mione." Harry turned and left the hall again, walking along the corridor at a fast pace. The vague feeling of dread made his stomach clench and of course the snakes were picking up on that.

"Harry what's wrong," the golden female on his left arm demanded. "You taste bitter. We don't like it."

"I'm worried," he said. "About a friend."

"Is it the boy who's always touching your trunk?" Blue hissed. "He's not nice. Why are you worried? Also, he went left."

Harry made the turn upon reaching the intersection. "Thanks, buddy. Uhm, Ron, he's ..." He paused when a group of Ravenclaws appeared in his path. Only when they'd passed him and vanished around a corner did he dare to continue, "He's usually there for all of breakfast. He eats a lot. And he's been so mean these last weeks. Something's wrong. I think he's been cursed."

"He is not cursed," Blue said. His little head poked out of Harry's sleeve and his tongue flicked out. "Go right, now, and then up the stairs. His scent has gotten stronger."

It didn't take long for Harry to understand that Ron was going to Dumbledore's office. Thankfully, the boy's steps were slow, almost petulant, and Harry was able to catch up to him long before Ron reached the gargoyle.

Harry drew his wand.

"And now?" the golden female asked. She also peeked out of her sleeve and scented the air. "How do you want to spell him? I'm not sure that you can make him nice again."

"I'd never do that," Harry hissed, taking cover behind a suit of armour. "I just want to check ... denuda turpitudinem obscurum magicae!"

The spell hit Ron right in the back without him noticing, and Harry's breath caught in anticipation of a light show like the one he'd seen in Professor McGonagall's quarters.

When nothing happened after the glow of the spell had dissipated, Harry's mouth dropped open. "But ... that can't be!"

Ron vanished around the last corner. Harry let him go; he'd found out what he had wanted to know, even if he had a hard time processing it.

"I told you that he isn't cursed," Blue said smugly. "I can smell different magics. Can we go back to your female now? I like how she smells."

Shell-shocked, Harry let them cajole and guide them back to the great hall. He only had a few minutes left for breakfast, but his appetite had completely vanished in the face of this horrifying revelation, anyway.

"Hell, mate, what's wrong?" Seamus asked upon noticing Harry's expression and scooted up to Dean to make room for Harry to sit. "You look like you've seen the ghost of a banshee."

"Tea?" Lavender asked, already pouring him a cup.

"Harry?" Hermione laid a gentle hand on his cold, clammy ones and frowned with worry when he barely reacted. "You look really sick. Let's go see Madam Pomfrey."

"Maybe some tea will help. He's British, after all," Parvati said in an attempt to lighten the mood. "Here, I put in two sugars. He can drink it on the way."

"Thanks." Hermione helped Harry up, pressed the cup into his hand and led him from the hall. As soon as they had some privacy, she asked quietly, "What happened with Ron? He's not dead, is he?"

That startled Harry enough to break him out of his stupor. "No, he's not dead." He took a drink of the hot tea. "He was on his way to Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore?" Hermione's eyebrows went up. "What for? I know that he's not that good in class, but surely two weeks into term are too soon for a stern talk, even for Ron."

"Dunno." Harry wiped his sweaty brow with the sleeve of his robe. "But I got to check whether he's cursed."

"Oh! Well, how bad is it? Is it more than one? They could conflict, which would explain his terrible behaviour."

"He's not cursed," Harry said evenly, far more evenly than he felt.

Hermione's mouth dropped open just like his had done. "What? Are you serious?"

Harry nodded.

"Are you telling me that this behaviour is Ronald's natural state of being?" Hermione's voice got a little shrill.

"I'm afraid so. He was completely clean. Like, there was nothing there. Not even remnants of the spells the twins used on him in the last days." Harry emptied the tea cup and roughly raked a hand through his hair. "I think I'll be okay without Madam Pomfrey. I was just ... shocked."

"Yes, I can imagine. Bloody fecking hell!" She glared at Harry. "Can I stop trying to be nice to him now?"

Her outburst was so uncharacteristic for her that Harry couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Crap, sorry. Yeah, I think so. I mean, apparently he's really not great, so why bother, right?"

And yet, on their way to Professor McGonagall's classroom, Harry felt the loss keenly. He'd gotten through some rather fantastical adventures with Ron; things he wouldn't burden Hermione with if he could in any way help it.

There'll be more stupid stuff to go through, I'm sure, and I'll find a way through them. I don't need a Ron to do that, he thought, a little resentfully. Especially when I got in trouble because of him in the first place!

As he thought it, he realized that it was true. Ron certainly had done his fair share of wanting to help find the Philosopher's Stone in first year, and it was his sister that had gotten possessed by Voldemort's shade.

And let's not forget the flight with his dad's Ford Anglia, Harry huffed to himself. I'd have waited for someone to get us, for Pete's sake, but Ron wanted to make a big deal out of it.

Maybe he wasn't going to miss that part of his friendship all that much, after all.

Hermione was quiet herself, just holding Harry's hand as they walked to the Transfiguration classroom.

They took their seats as the bell rang and did their best not to look at Ron's empty table too often.

Professor McGonagall, who of course noticed how out of sorts they both were, asked Harry to stay behind after class.

"You'll get him back in a few minutes," she said to Hermione and waved her on. "We won't take long." As soon as the door to her classroom was closed, she turned to Harry, face pinched. "Well? What's the matter now, Mr. Potter?"

Confronted with his head of house like that suddenly made Harry's dismay at this morning's discovery seem rather unimportant.

"Er, it's a bit stupid," he mumbled. "More like personal ... stuff."

"It was bad enough to rattle you and Miss Granger," Professor McGonagall returned, unimpressed. "Don't make me give you detention over Ron Weasley, it'll just irritate me."

Harry sighed. "I, er, followed Ron this morning and kind of used the revealing charm on him."

Professor McGonagall stood straight. "Well! About time someone did! That boy has been a menace so far. What colour does the curse have he's labouring under? I assume it's something particularly nasty if not even Lupin and Filius picked up on it."

"Ron's not cursed," Harry said dully. "At all."

Incredulous, Professor McGonagall said, "You're joking, Mr. Potter. The spell I taught you reveals all."

"I'm really not. The spell worked and there was nothing."

"I'll need to have a word with Dumbledore, then. That boy has disrupted the peace in Gryffindor too much to just let it go; his parents need to hear about it. Especially when ..." She stopped herself and cleared her throat. "Well, be that as it may, I'll let your inattention slide, this time, because you were worried about your classmate, but don't let it happen again."

"I won't," Harry promised, relieved. "Uhm, Professor, when will you meet your friend? Amy?"

"This weekend," she said, softening a little. "And now off with you, or Professor Snape will put our house points firmly in the negative."

Feeling a little better, Harry joined Hermione in the corridor and let her lead him to the dungeons. Ron was still missing, which set both of their teeth on edge.

"Merlin, Potter, relax, or you'll make your cauldron explode merely by looking at it," Zabini muttered under his breath as he passed Harry on his way to his table. "Weasley's absence can only be good."

Ron's work partner certainly thought so, even if Snape took points off Neville for working alone on a two-person potion. It was so blatantly unfair that the Gryffindors didn't even bother getting upset about it. Hermione merely made a note on her pad - and again when Snape ripped the piece of paper off and docked five points.

"I can do this all day, Miss Granger," Snape said sardonically, ripping the piece of paper with the note off again.

"So can I," Hermione replied calmly. "I'll report every instance of destruction of my personal property, Professor Snape."

"Why, you little know-it-"

"Sir, can we get on with the lesson, please?" Zabini asked, interrupting Snape's beginning rant. "As amusing as your unfair treatment of Gryffindors is, I'm here to study."

Snape turned and glared at Zabini. "Is that so, Mr. Zabini?"

"Why else would my mother pay 5000 galleons a year?" The boy sneered. "Of course, I can tell her that Hogwarts doesn't fulfill her high expectations. Beauxbatons accepts new students all year, or so I've heard."

"Five thousand?" Hermione asked, voice sharp like it only got when she was truly worked up. "Why, my parents pay 6000 galleons a year!"

"My mum, too," Dean muttered, shocked.

"Is this really a surprise to you?" Malfoy asked derisively. "The effort it takes to get you mudbloods up to speed, and you're still an embarrassment to proper witches and wizards."

"I don't know any mundane-born students who have gotten extra education; I certainly didn't have any extra classes," Hermione said coldly. She packed her things with the precision of the truly mad. "Excuse me, Professor Snape, but I have to leave. Else I'll just disrupt your lesson further."

"If you leave now, Granger, you needn't bother coming back," Snape said, dark eyes aglow with perverse pleasure.

Hermione stared at him for a moment and then snorted. "Fine."

"You can strike me from your attendance list as well, sir," Blaise said, making the smug expression slide right off Snape's haughty face. "You coming, Potter?"

Harry smirked. "Damn right I am." He packed up the rest of the things on his and Hermione's table in the stunned silence. "See you guys at lunch."

"Potter!" Snape bellowed. "Get back to work or I'll have you expelled for being an insufferable rabble-rouser!"

"Oh, please, do your worst, sir," Harry tossed over his shoulder. He held the door for Hermione and Zabini and relished in closing it a little more snappily than necessary. "Wow, I'm feeling great. Also, what's this about the tuition?"

"It's a rather well-kept secret that muggleborns are charged twenty percent more for their attendance at Hogwarts," Zabini said. He shouldered his bag and trotted off in the direction of the library, Harry and Hermione readily coming along. "Honestly, it's an outrage, especially since the extra money is supposedly used for special classes to integrate the students into our society. Which, obviously, isn't happening. If it did, not even half of Slytherin would have such a problem with muggleborns."

"It's fraud, plain and simple," Hermione said, "and you can bet that my parents will hear of this."

Harry laughed. "Wow, you sounded just like Malfoy, 'Mione."

"I know. It's terrible." She scowled. "I'll also have to write my account manager at Gringotts to reduce the tuition. And to demand the money back for the last two years, because I won't let that absolute horse shite tower stand."

Harry couldn't help but grin. "I'd love to see Dumbledore's face when he gets the notice. He should get mine right about now, too."

"I just feel sorry for Professor McGonagall." Hermione sighed. "She's the deputy, if she knew about it, she's just as guilty."

"I don't think she is," Zabini said thoughtfully. "My mother has her contacts in the Ministry, and Fudge is only ever meeting alone with Dumbledore when it's about money. Could well be that the headmaster kept that duty for himself, as he's entitled to."

"But what about the board of govenors?" Hermione asked. They reached the library and she lowered her voice so Madam Pince wouldn't send them away at the door. "Why aren't they pushing for equality?"

"Have you met those gits?" Zabini asked with a raised eyebrow. "Malfoy's father was one of them until last year and even if he bribed a lot of them to get Hagrid out of the castle, they weren't all against him. Far from it. Most were just clever enough to keep their own hands clean." He stopped at a secluded table and dropped his bag onto a chair. "I don't know Longbottom's grandmother, but she might well be the only honourable member of that club. If she knows about that practice, she was powerless to oppose it ... if she even wanted to. One never knows with the old pureblood types."

"I'm regularly getting headaches at Hogwarts," Hermione said sulkily. "Honestly, the amount of stupid is staggering." She pulled her writing pad from her bag and put the tip of her pencil to the paper. "I'll write my letter now. Can I borrow Hedwig later, Harry?"

"Sure, she'll take my letter, too," Harry said as he sat down. "Gringotts will enjoy getting up in Dumbledore's business. Again."

"Excuse me if it sounds crass, but how was it, Granger?" Zabini asked, taking out his own sheet of parchment and writing utensils. "Finding out that you're related to a pureblood family?"

"Fascinating, of course, even if it did nothing to alter the circumstances of my birth," Hermione replied, arching her eyebrow mockingly. "Still, there's so much to learn, and so much history to discover. Although having inherited a small fortune will probably become a pain in my bum once I turn fifteen."

"Marriage contracts," Zabini said and nodded. "One of magical Britain's oldest traditions. I wouldn't be too concerned about suitors from Britain; the truly influential people here are too stuck up to overlook your squib relatives. Other countries, however ..." He shrugged.

Harry didn't like the sound of that, and the way the snakes squeezed his arms, they didn't much care for such talk either.

"Well, I hope people will have fun setting up their little marriage contracts because I've instructed Gringotts to reject them with prejudice."

Zabini smiled appreciatively. "Right, you have no living magical relatives. Then it's only proper for Gringotts to handle your business. Your parents agree with your stance on this issue, I assume?"

"My parents wanted the goblins to send back curses instead of mere, if vitriolic, letters," Hermione said dryly. "I might still take them up on it if the number of so-called suitors turns out to be excessive."

Harry chuckled. "How many would that be? A dozen or two?"

"I say she can net at least a hundred," Zabini said after a long, considering look at Hermione.

"Five would be enough to annoy me," Hermione informed them both tartly. "But I don't think people will be dumb enough to send marriage contracts sight unseen."

"Granger, there's a lot you still have to learn about our society." Zabini put his quill aside and leaned back in his chair. "First of all, how easy is it to get someone's photograph? There are buyers for this exact kind of thing. And you're not exactly Millicent Bulstrode. People will go for it."

Hermione groaned. "Fantastic. How can this be legal? I'm a minor!"

"And Britains paparazzi laws are shite whether you're muggle or magical," Zabini said. He tilted his head. "Of course you won't be the only one dealing with this once the time comes. You've just not been raised to expect it."

"And I thank my parents every day for that," Hermione said, flustered. "It's barbaric to sell kids to the highest bidder. Sight unseen, no less. Good lord, I'm not going to get over that."

"I'm not looking forward to it either," Blaise admitted, "but that's how it works in the upper echelons of our society."

Remembering Sirius' warning about the laws in Britain, Harry asked, "What about marriage law, then?"

"What about it?" Zabini asked, taking his eyes from Hermione to Harry and measuring him in that mildly interested way he had.

"Well, you get married, and then - what? In the mundane world, there are laws to regulate married life and protect people. Like, from abuse and theft and stuff."

"Oh, that. Well, I could send you on a merry chase through the law books, but why bother. There aren't all that many laws since everything is usually covered in the marriage contracts."

"What, you mean like divorce and the splitting of assets?" Hermione frowned. "That's terribly inefficient, and horrible for the people getting married off by their families. Do they even have a say about what's in the contracts?"

"Usually they don't, no," Zabini said with a little shrug. "It's assumed that the head of the family knows best. Of course only very few families would actually disregard the child's wishes completely, and usually there are a lot of clauses and stipulations to protect either the child, the child's dowry or fortune, or both. Oh, and most families require children as soon as possible ... talk about being a stud or broodmare for mostly inbred gits."

"It's a mess, basically," Hermione concluded. "One more reason not to want anything to do with it." She offered Zabini a small smile. "Thanks for explaining."

"Believe me, I haven't even scratched the surface, and for muggleborns and halfbloods the situation is even worse," Zabini answered and rolled his eyes. "As soon as I've graduated, I'll absent myself from this country. Maybe you should do the same; your prospects will be much better literally anywhere else, Granger. Maybe even do it right and get citizenship in another country and lose the British one if things get ugly."

"You mean with Voldemort?" Hermione questioned.

"Him and his followers," Zabini confirmed. "People are still out there doing the work, you know. Passing anti-muggle legislation, quietly letting people vanish, that kind of thing. Someone like you ... well, they'd do their best to either marry you off to someone who can control you, or worse, get rid of you completely. I don't want to scare you, but you'd better take precautions. Being a muggleborn in Britain isn't easy."

"I ... I see."

While the message was awful, Harry couldn't help but feel anxious about Zabini's easy way with words. He was being helpful and even sort of nice to Hermione, and she of course had no reason not to react positively to it, especially as the words rang true. Again, the little monster in Harry's stomach reared its head and twisted around until he felt faintly nauseated.

"Thanks for the warning," Harry murmured, gripping Hermione's hand and wishing that he could do something to make her feel better. Seeing her so pale and shocked was horrifying.

"Just doing my part," Zabini said quietly, but with intent. "As I said, I've got plans, and pandering to someone else's ego is not a part of them." He suddenly smirked. "Of course, I can recommend Italy for relocation. The weather and the food are great and the government shares the top spot of having the most progressive civil rights with Sweden and Finland. In the world, naturally, not just in Europe."

Hermione rallied and narrowed her eyes. "That sounds like a sales pitch."

"Because it is one." Zabini quirked an eyebrow. "Do you really think that I have the time to play the long game with a pair of Gryffindors? I plan on passing every OWL, so you'll have to do with blunt words. Sorry to disappoint."

"I'm not disappointed," Harry said quickly. "I've got a ton of stuff to learn, so being blunt is not a bother. I guess we'll consider it."

"Please do; my mother's newest beau is a high-ranking Italian official and would secure me a placement at the Italian Institute Of Applied Magics in thanks." Zabini's smirk broadened when he caught Hermione's scandalized expression. "I'm also a very good student, Granger, as you well know. I'll earn my place regardless, but it'd be good to have a sure thing - and the best quarters on campus - if other options fall through."

Hermione sighed, playing dejectedly with her pencil. "I guess that's true."

"Let's write our letters," Harry said, feeling painfully awkward and obvious in his attempt to draw Hermione's attention from Zabini. "It'll be fine, 'Mione."

"I hope so," she murmured, a faraway look in her eyes.

Harry sighed and glanced at Zabini, who was looking back placidly like he hadn't just delivered a devastating blow to Hermione.

oOo

Despite her depressed mood, Hermione decided to attend History after lunch and so Harry went to the Come And Go Room and spent the first fifteen minutes telling Sirius first what had happened with Ron and Snape, and then what Zabini had told them in the library.

Sirius' answer was a surprise.

The goblins and I are already working on it, pup. British laws really are 90% atrocity and 10% bearable guidelines for everyday life. Gringotts also recommended Italy, what with the ICW having a permanent seat there. It'd look good if I applied for citizenship after my trial. I could apply on your behalf as well, if you want.

I think I do, Harry replied. What Zabini said was horrible. Can you convince Sharptooth to contact the Grangers? Hermione will probably write them soon, but hearing it from Gringotts might be better.

I will, but I need you to slow down a little, Sirius wrote. She has a year before the nonsense with the marriage contracts starts. There will be contracts, I won't lie, but she's under no obligation to even entertain them. Hiring the goblins as her legal representative was smart, since her inheritance has such stringent rules attached to it. Their rejection letters will quickly become public knowledge ... and doubtlessly entertain the whole of Europe for a good while.

Harry huffed. I don't like thinking about boys sending Hermione marriage contracts. I don't even like how friendly Zabini is being. I bet he's noticed how great she is.

Not to forget pretty. Sharptooth let me see his memories of her. She's got cute teeth. A smiley followed Sirius' word. That being said, I'll let you talk it out with Brady. I never was civilized in matters of the heart, and I don't want you in Azkaban just because I'm teaching you caveman behaviour.

Harry couldn't imagine Sirius behaving like a caveman over a girl, but then again he still didn't know very much about him.

Did you have a girlfriend before ... you know. Voldemort, he asked.

Girlfriends, boyfriends, and even someone in between once, during my time in the auror corps. I'd just gotten my badge and had a job in Dublin. Great place for letting loose, by the way. The person never said it outright, but I thought that they'd lost a bet with a leprechaun which resulted in their perfectly in-between state. Stupid thing to bet with those little buggers - they'll cheat you out of your gold every time, and make you pay for it on top of it. Anyway, a good time was had by all, and to avoid a bollocking by your mind healer, I won't say more than that. He's already giving me the stink eye.

Harry grinned. Thank you. Although, boys? Ick.

Don't knock it until you try it, was his godfather's sage advice. Suddenly a large blot of ink appeared on the page. Once you're fifteen or older, of course! Merlin's beard, your Aussie doctor has fantastic aim even without magic ... lobbed an apple at my head from ten yards away, the prude.

That did it, Harry burst into laughter, and the anxiety of the morning largely bled away.

You're laughing your bum off, aren't you?, Sirius asked after a moment, a little zing of magic bringing across his suspicion perfectly.

I'm sorry, yes. Harry wiped a few tears away. The bell rang and he sobered. Class is over already. I gotta go. Thanks for cheering me up.

Always. Now, remember to have a good look at Snape when your Potions tutor arrives. And don't feel bad about keeping an eye on Ron from now on. Some friendships just aren't meant to last. It's a hard lesson, but an important one. I just wish Peter had shown his true colours sooner ...

Just like that, the joviality drifted away and bleakness crept up to Harry like a chilling mist. Surprised and a little horrifyed, Harry understood that the words on the page were bleeding Sirius' magic, and that the man was devastated.

"Sirius," he whispered. Quickly, hoping that the protections around Sirius' journal would allow Brady to see his words, he wrote, Brady, Sirius is not well. Please take care of him.

The answer came so quickly that Harry sagged a little in relief. Yes, of course. We've been waiting for something like this. Don't worry, Harry. Sirius'll recover. I'll close the journal now, to protect his privacy. He'll write when he can.

Thank you.

"What is wrong with your father?" Blue asked, pushing his small head out of Harry's collar.

"He tasted very sad and cold," his brother said. "Like he wants to lay down and die."

"Easy prey," the golden one added.

"He lost very good friends due to a betrayal," Harry said, gently petting Blue's sleek skin. "Something I told him reminded him of it."

"Memories," Blue hissed and tilted his head slightly, tickling Harry's neck in the process. "You have very warm memories."

Harry sighed. "Yes, although they make me sad, too."

"Harry send warm memories," the golden female ordered. "We are cold, too."

"How do I do that?"

"You know how," Blue said, flicking his tongue against Harry's jaw.

Immediately the picture of a brightly shining stag flashed in front of Harry's eyes.

"Holy-" He jumped up from his chair. "Was that you, Blue?"

"Words are still hard sometimes," the snakeling replied, coiling in agitation. "Pictures are easier."

"But ... you were under my shirt at the time." Harry carefully plucked Blue from his shoulder and held him before him. The orange eyes never blinked, of course, which gave the snakeling a look of infinite patience. "How could you see?"

"I see and feel magic," the snake reminded him. "Your garments are no barrier for this. I saw your Soul Friend very clearly."

"I cannot see magic like my brother does," Blue's twin hissed, "but I felt its warmth. Very good warmth, Harry. Send it to your father."

"Hold on, I'll try with the family wand ..." Harry drew the wand from his left arm holster. After collecting himself for a moment and drawing up the memory of his visit to the Potter family vault hard and fast, he cried, "Expecto Patronum!"

Just like before, the stag erupted from his wand in a burst of brilliant, silvery white light. He galloped a few yards, turned and came back to Harry, nose lowered to nudge the boy's wand hand.

"Hey, you," Harry said, a little breathlessly. The nose was actually warm and the slightest bit wet, which was disconcerting and exciting all at once. "Uhm, the snakelings tell me that you could help soothe my godfather, Sirius. He's got moments when he's really unhappy, so ... could you go and give him a hug? Whenever he needs one would be great, but one just now would be enough, really."

The stag blinked slowly, accepted a rub to his forehead and then with a graceful twirl he vanished in a stream of light.

"Do you think it'll work?" Harry wondered.

"It already does." Blue curled around Harry's fingers, his markings glowing brightly. "So warm. I am happy Harry."

His three siblings agreed, their hisses blissful. Especially Sweetie, who was still safe in Harry's bag, gave off a whole aura of excited, yet mellow contentedness.

"I really have to go to Arithmancy now," Harry said. "And tonight I'll have to go out again for Astronomy. Maybe you'd like to go and visit Brady instead?"

"Yes, we go and see the Favourite," the golden female said.

"Betty," Harry called and laughed when she hugged his leg. "It's good to see you, too. Could you do me two favours?"

"Of course, Harry Potter sir!"

"First, I need you to pop me close to the Arithmancy classroom. And tonight, after dinner, the snakelings want to visit Brady. Would you take them, please?"

Betty nodded so hard that her ears flapped a little. "Betty will, Harry Potter sir." With a snap of her fingers she packed up all of Harry's things. A second snap saw Blue back under his shirt sleeve and coiled around his right biceps. "Harry Potter sir please show Betty where classroom is. Betty be doing the popping."

In a matter of seconds, Harry found himself right around the corner of the classroom and quickly went to find his study partners from Hufflepuff before someone became worried.

"There you are," Susan Bones greeted cheerfully. "Did you have a lot of trouble with the homework?"

"Er, no." Harry felt his face heat up. "So far, the math isn't very difficult. You?"

"Just a bit, but our friends in Ravenclaw helped us."

"You should come to our study group," Hannah Abbott piped up. "We meet every Friday before dinner for an hour to talk about problems we're having. It's not really for homework, because the Ravens would kill us if we tried to sponge off of them, but it's still super helpful."

"Sounds good," Harry said. "Let me check my planner ... yes, Friday should be fine, unless Wood calls for extra Quidditch drills or something. Could I bring Hermione? She might be interested."

"Sure," Hannah said, bouncing a little as if she couldn't quite believe her luck.

They entered the classroom and sat down at their tables. The snakes under Harry's shirt squirmed a bit to get comfortable before settling down with satisfied little hisses.

"Hello class," Professor Vector said, upbeat as usual and brimming with excitement. "Since you've all done so well the last time, I thought it would be fun to give you a little challenge." She set a miniature trunk of about a foot in length and half a foot in width and height onto her table. "This toy trunk has been warded and I want you to figure out the layout and the function of the wards. You may use your book and write down your thought process as necessary. Amaze me!"

She stepped aside to allow the class to get a good look at the trunk. All groups searched the trunk for the runes, although Harry was the only one to draw a schematic with their exact placements.

Back at their table, he and the group and Hufflepuffs bent over the drawings.

"I can't believe I didn't do this," Susan huffed and poked a rune cluster on the front side of the trunk. "Auntie has told me so often how important spacing is."

Harry shrugged. "I need to be able to look at something for it to make sense. So, this rune is for strength, obviously, but here it's at the top while it's second to last here."

"Not to mention they're spaced both horizontally and vertically." Hannah rubbed her cheeks in budding frustration. "Has anyone learned what that means already?"

"Harry?" Justin asked when Harry hesitated. "You can say it. Heck, I think we all have read a bit further than the first five chapters or so."

"It's been three and a half books," Harry confessed. "I had a lot of time this summer, and it's cool stuff."

"Yeah. Yeah, it really is," Susan agreed. "Come on, tell us."

"Well, I learned a bit about how properties are warded. But this trunk doesn't have any wardstones," Harry said. "I could be totally wrong, but I think the builder of the trunk used the runes to form the ward matrix. See? You can draw horizontal lines from the vertically placed runes, and vertical lines from the horizontally placed runes." He charmed his pencil to draw red lines and demonstrated. "The lines cross and you get squares. A matrix of sorts."

Stunned, the three Hufflepuffs stared at him. Then, they tugged out coloured pencils from their bags and did the same to the other runes, until the drawing was a mess of lines. Put together, the effect was spectacular in its simplicity. After that, it was quite easy to figure out which ward net had which function; strength to keep the trunk closed once the lock was engaged, secrecy to evade malicious intent, and space, to allow for larger storage capacity.

As they were sitting back and feeling a bit proud for figuring it out, Professor Vector came up to their table.

"Oh my, you lot are especially bright! Let me see ..." She took the drawings and looked them over with raised eyebrows. "Yes, just so ... I'm impressed! Twenty points to each of you. Well done!"

Susan and Hannah blushed with pleasure, while Justin shook Harry's hand.

"May I keep this to show the others your process?" Professor Vector asked. "Thank you, Mr. Potter. Listen up, students! Our time is almost up, and I'd like to show you what this group has discovered ..."

She walked the others through the process, engaging in a good-natured debate with the table of Ravenclaws who had almost discovered the runes standing in for ward stones but had been distracted by the meaning of the runes halfway through. Eventually, every student had at least earned five points for their work, and instead of hard feelings they all got out of class with a sense of discovery and exploration.

"It's like I could build something really simple right now," Hannah said as she stuffed her pencils into her bag. "I think I'll try to recreate the trunk during the weekend. My mum sent me cookies, the box will do well, I think."

"Can we have a copy of your notes, Potter?" Justin asked. "I'm not half as good at drawing, see, and you were right. It helps if we can see it."

"Yeah, sure." Harry tapped the stack of notes with his wand and muttered the spell he'd been scrambling to learn in anticipation of copying Slytherin's library. "I'm looking forward to Friday."

"So do we," Hannah said with a smile. "See you tonight for Astronomy, Harry!"

Harry waved the Hufflepuffs goodbye and accepted the congratulations of the group of Ravenclaws before they hurried off to their common room, no doubt to go over the problem again.

In the two hours before dinner, Harry excused himself from Hermione and went down to the Chamber of Secrets alone. It really was a rather peaceful place now ... and Dobby was bringing presents.

"The potions kits!" Harry said, grinning broadly. "That was quick!"

"Harry Potter sir's dogfather be ordering good work tables and Healer Spleenbash be adding books," Dobby explained. "Where be Dobby putting everything?"

"Away from the water, over there, close to the wall." Harry pointed to a secluded spot where the cool air wasn't as dank and not drafty at all. "We'll need some good lamps above the tables. Eternal flames are nice, but they're flickering too much for a potions lab."

"Dobby be looking into it," the elf promised.

With quick snaps of his fingers Dobby set up the work benches a good bit apart from each other to avoid contamination, placed the cauldrons and utensils exactly where they were supposed to go and stored the ingredients Harry had bought from Neville and Gringotts neatly in the new cabinet. The emtpy vials and other surplus items went into another cabinet, and a third cabinet cabinet remained empty, awaiting the potions Harry and Hermione would brew in the future.

"Do you think this'll make a good birthday surprise?" Harry asked once Dobby was finished.

"Dobby be thinking so," Dobby said. "But Dobby be knowing that females be liking nice things, too. Like flowers or extra juicy berries."

"I have something nice as well," Harry assured him. "I just hope she'll like it."

"Miss Mione be sensible female. She be knowing that gift be from the heart." Dobby's ears twitched. "Dobby be needing to go now. Will Harry Potter sir be going back up?"

"No, I'll stay a little while longer. I thought I'd show the snakelings where they were born, more or less. Thanks, Dobby."

"Harry Potter sir be welcome."

A little wistfully Harry watched him pop away.

"We were born here?" Sweetie asked and poked her head out of Harry's book bag.

"Yes, kind of." When the other three snakelings emerged from his collar and sleeves, he swallowed. "I don't know what Brady has told you already, but your mum and I weren't exactly friends."

Blue's tongue flicked out as far as it would go. In fact, all four snakes tasted the air with intense concentration.

"She smells old," the golden female declared after long moments.

"And she's dead," Blue's taciturn brother added. "You killed her?"

"Yeah, I ... she attacked me and I had no choice. I didn't know that she was carrying eggs, but even then ..." Harry exhaled sharply. "I'm sorry. I know how difficult it is to lose your mother. I wish we didn't have to fight."

"You survived," Blue said matter-of-factly. "We're full young yet, but we knew our mother. Black magic had her enthralled. I could see it even while in her belly."

"That wasn't your doing Harry," Sweetie said, stretching a bit to flick her tongue against his clammy fingers.

"She probably would have eaten us," her golden sister hissed. She slithered completely out of Harry's sleeve, curled the lower part of her body around his hand and stretched as far into the room as she could to scent the air some more. "The black stain does not have use for ones such as us."

"Do not worry so," the quiet brother said. "We are alive, and life has been good to us so far."

"But it's getting cold," Sweetie said, her little voice cajoling. "Can we play with your Soul Friend?"

"How would that work?" Harry asked, a little amused. When they ganged up on him, however, he drew his wand - the holly wand this time - and cast the Patronus Charm.

The stag appeared in its usual bright burst of life, but it was tamer now, as if it already knew that it wasn't needed for anything urgent.

"Hey," Harry greeted him and gently petted the spirit guide's cheeks and ears. "My friends asked to play with you. Are you game?"

The stag threw his head back and then morphed until he had the shape of a snake himself. Harry's jaw dropped ... and dropped even further when the large snake before him raised its head and displayed a brilliantly shining hood.

"Oh, wow. Just ... wow." Harry very carefully touched the Patronus. "I guess that means yes."

Little hissed shouts of joy were all the warning Harry got. Like little lemmings the snakelings fled from his body, and even Sweetie fought to leave his bag. Hastily, Harry got out of their way. With amazement he watched as the tiny snakes climbed all over the slowly curling Patronus. Sweetie was always inside one of his coils, no doubt getting fed a good amount of magic even as the spirit guide endured her energetic little nips.

It took awhile, but finally the silver light winked out and the snakelings curled around each other to chase the last of the Patronus' warmth.

"Good?" Harry asked, amused.

"Very good," the golden female said lazily. "We are so full Harry."

"Not eat for a few days," Blue agreed.

Sweetie retreated into her shell, already half asleep. "Pick us up Harry."

"I want in your bag," the quiet one murmured. "No more magic tonight."

Harry placed them all into his book bag, glad for the dimensional store inside, cast a small warming charm to keep them agile, and finally locked the bag with blood protection.

I should've done this much sooner, he thought with a sigh. And now I feel like a really paranoid git.

He found his own way out of the Chamber and took care to remain inconspicious until he reached the larger passages leading to the great hall.

There's Ron! Harry automatically hid behind a corner and watched the boy walk along. Why is he glowing? And why isn't he noticing that's he's glowing?

Carefully, he followed Ron, unable to take his eyes off of the many strands of pulsing light that were wound around the redhead like an intangible Incarcerus.

At the Gryffindor table, Ron took a place close to Seamus and Dean as if the two boys hadn't made their dislike of him clear these last two weeks. Hermione stared at Ron with outright suspicion while Lavender and Parvati remained completely oblivious to the tension around them, their noses deep in a pile of papers and parchments.

"Hey," Harry murmured as he squeezed in beside Hermione. "What's for dinner?"

"Nothing fancy," she replied and pushed a dish of shepherd's pie towards him. "I miss a certain someone's food."

"Yeah, me too." Harry spooned a healthy portion of the pie onto his plate and poured gravy over it. "Say, can you see, er, something about Ron?"

"Other than his slightly less terrible than usual table manners?" Hermione asked, decidedly not looking at the sluggishly eating boy. "No. Why?"

"He's not, er, glowing or something?"

Hermione's eyes narrowed. "No, he isn't. What's the matter, Harry?"

"Let's eat first," he murmured when Neville glanced at him with a question in his eyes.

Harry made an effort to engage Neville in a discussion about their Herbology homework and even listened to Lavender's ambitious plans for the next few editions of the student paper while he played with the banoffee pie on his plate. It got rather awkward when Ron decided to join that conversation, and not in a huffy manner either.

And through it all, Harry sat in anticipation of his new tutor's arrival. When the portal to the great hall finally opened with a dramatic bang, everyone hushed immediately. A figure stepped inside, bringing rain and wind with them.

"Who are you?" Dumbledore asked as he rose from his chair. Beside him, Flitwick and McGonagall drew their wands. "And why are you here?"

The newcomer flipped off the hood of her cloak, revealing long blond hair and a fierce, coldly beautiful face.

"My name is Tuva Stone, Potions Mistress, and I was engaged to tutor one Harry Potter," she called and confidently strode forward, right up to the teachers' table. "Who of you is Severus Snape?"

"That would be me," Snape sneered, not bothering to get up. "You're here for Potter you say? I don't think so. He's in my class, and there he'll remain."

Harry wondered how that could be. Snape had tossed Hermione and him out rather definitely, after all.

Stone snorted loudly and Snape flinched like she'd slapped him. "Cute, but you know better. At least, I assume you do. If not, let me educate you about your own school's bylaws: every students who wishes to employ tutors may do so at their own discretion, as long as they are able to pay for it. Mr. Potter is very able to pay for it, therefore he'll be tutored by me."

"Doesn't he need his guardian's approval for such a change?" Dumbledore asked mildly. "I don't remember approving your employment, Ms. Stone."

"I don't imagine you do, because I didn't, in fact, contact you for approval. Mr. Potter's actual magical guardian on record approved and that was good enough for Gringotts and me." She smirked as first astonishment and then anger flitted over the headmaster's face and all the other teachers started muttering furiously. "Don't worry, sir, I'm a very good teacher and will have Mr. Potter up to speed in no time."

"I haven't ever heard of you," Snape said, voice silky and dark. "Have you published anywhere? What are your accomplishments? Are you even qualified for teaching children?"

Stone grinned. "Do you really want to play that game with me, Snape?"

"I do not play games," he hissed.

"Oh, I think you do." She let her cloak fall open and revealed a bright red stylish robe. "You recognize the signature mastery robes of the Canadian Potions Academy, of course. And I'm very sure that you've read my thesis about the additional properties and uses of female quetzalcoatl scales; the whole international community has read it, after all. And not to boast, but it did cause quite a stir."

Snape said nothing, but if looks could kill, Stone would've burned to ashes where she stood.

"I don't care whether you approve of me or not," she continued. "Harry Potter is my student as of today. There's no need to transfer his grades as he will be sitting the international OWL. End of year tests won't be necessary under my tutelage." She nodded at Professor McGonagall. "I trust the castle elves will ready quarters for me."

"Certainly," McGonagall said abruptly. "Please follow me, Madam Stone."

Together the two women left the great hall before either Dumbledore or Snape could say anything, and the quiet whispering among the students became outright speculation. Everone turned around and craned their necks to stare at Harry.

"Bloody hell," Seamus said. "You've got her as your tutor?"

"She's hot," Dean agreed. "And tough. I'm so envious."

"No end of year tests!" Ron groaned. "Must be heaven."

"Do you even know how demanding the international Potions owl is?" Hermione asked. "It's every end of year test until the OWLs combined, all at once."

"Uh, yeah, not gonna happen," Seamus said, shuddering. "Still, she's hot."

"Like a valkyrie or something." Lavender blushed. "What? She looks fierce!"

Fred and George were forming hearts with their hands and swooning theatrically while the girls of the Quidditch team rolled their eyes.

"Only the best graduate from the Canadian Potions Academy," Hermione said. "She'll be able to teach Harry everything he needs to know, and it's almost certain that she'll be a much better teacher than Snape."

"I'd wager even Filch would be a better teacher," Parvati said, earning herself some laughter and a lot of agreement. "Harry, what she said about your actual magical guardian ... who is it, if not Dumbledore?"

Harry shrugged. "No one who wants to do me harm."

"It's Sirius Black," Neville said quietly, causing everyone in hearing range to gasp.

"Neville," Harry sighed. Sirius and Gringotts might be ready for mayham, but Harry wished that he could have some peace for a little while longer ... such as it was.

"No, it needs to be said. He's still your godfather and I'm tired of listening to my grandmum insult the Ministry for incompetence without it ever doing a damn thing." Neville huffed and crossed his arms when he noticed the stares of his friends. "What? It's true. Every magical will know what it means as soon as they learn this fact and it's really past time they do."

"Do you really think Sirius Black is innocent?" Ginny called. Her voice carried even over the excited din of the other students.

"How can you think he's guilty?" Neville shot back impatiently. "You of all people know how godfathership works, Ginny."

An angry flush stole over Ginny's face and Harry felt compelled to ask, "What happened?"

"A family friend was asked to become Bill Weasley's godfather," Neville explained over Ginny's protest, "but he couldn't even give the oath because he was so magically corrupt. People still talk about it today, it's such a stigma. It's old magic, and it would have failed if Sirius Black had betrayed Harry's family. It might even have cost him his life, so I really wish people would get their facts straight."

"Merlin, somebody give Longbottom a chocolate frog. He's turning into a dragon," Lee Jordan smirked.

Angelina Spinnet took one out of her pocket and tossed it Neville's way. "Well said, Neville. Besides, why would Black rescue Harry from Snape if he wants to kill him? Doesn't make much sense, huh?"

This, of course, sparked another heated debate in which people from all houses became involved. The one good thing about the chaos was that Harry and Hermione were able to sneak away and hide in one of the many, many empty classrooms along the way to Gryffindor tower.

"You know, it'd be nice if we could do that for snogging, once we're at that stage," Hermione said and smirked when Harry's face heated. "Now spit it out, did you know that Sirius Black is innocent?" At his miserable nod, she sighed. "I understand why you couldn't tell me, and I won't ask any more questions. It's just ... I wish I could be there for you. It must be so difficult to keep everything close to your chest."

"Thank you," Harry mumbled and shyly took her fingers when she offered her hand.

"I'm more interested in Ron, anyway," Hermione said. "What has he done now? He was almost ... nice during all that hubbub. Like a pod person. I've got goosebumps, see?"

Harry glanced at her arm and raked both hands through his hair. "I don't know. I mean, I used a revealing spell on him this morning and there was nothing. Only, now he's back and he's glowing, but no one else can see it. He's alight, 'Mione!"

"First of all, are you sure that no one else has seen it? Such things are pretty normal around here, especially with all the pranking the twins are doing," she said calmly.

"I'm pretty sure," Harry said. "Not even the twins reacted, which is definitely not normal."

Hermione nodded. "Okay, that's true; they do love to gloat. Walk me through your morning, this time from start to finish. Leave nothing out. Maybe we'll find out what happened that way."

Harry tried to give her as much detail as possible, which was difficult because he had to leave out the snakelings' involvement. It made him feel guilty again, but more than that, it reminded him of an important fact.

"I, huh ... you know what? I think I cast the spell in parseltongue," he said, eyes going wide. "Do you think ... can it still be active?"

"I don't know. What spell was it, anyway?" Hermione asked. "If Professor McGonagall taught you, it must be rather good. Maybe it's just because of that?"

Harry shook his head. "No, definitely not. If that were the case, I'd still see it on her, and she doesn't glow. Also, she could see the magic herself when I cast the spell on her."

"Then you're probably right and you'll have to cast the Finite on Ron, just to see what happens." Hermione pulled her planner from her bag and scribbled something in it. "And we'll have to let you try casting spells in parseltongue as well."

"Might be useful one day," Harry admitted, even as he waved the last of his free time goodbye.

"Don't be too sad about it," Hermione murmured, correctly interpreting his expression, and pulled him in for a long, warm hug. "I won't make it into a test. Just a few everyday spells to see if it really works. If it was a fluke, or you misremembered, we'll know. But if not ... I want you to have all the advantages, Harry."

Harry closed his eyes, letting himself fall into the feeling of her closeness and her unwavering support. "Thanks, 'Mione."

"One of these days I'll be brave enough and ask you to check me," she whispered. "And I'll learn the spell and do the same for you."

"I thought once a week," Harry said and sighed. "I feel horrible about it."

"Well, it's not your fault that the people in the wizarding world are untrustworthy." Hermione loosened her tight grip and looked at Harry. "Not acting on what we know, or not using the spells we've learned would be dumb, though. And we aren't dumb, therefore we're doing what we can do protect ourselves."

"Do you have a journal?" Harry asked.

"I have two, one for personal stuff and one for my school work. I protected both with a couple of spells, but it could be better," she said. "And I've already ordered a third for our stuff. Will you help me ward it?"

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes, of course. After Lockhart it's probably a really good idea to write things down so we won't lose everything in case of ... you know."

"Speaking of whom, do you know what happened to Lockhart?" Hermione said thoughtfully. "Is he out of the hospital yet?"

"Er, no." Harry felt himself flush a little. "Dobby exchanged his medicine with butterbeer to make sure that he won't be able to obliviate any more people."

Hermione's mouth dropped open for a moment before she erupted into gales of laughter. She laughed so hard that sparks bounced off her hair and her skin began to shimmer a little. "I absolutely love him," she gasped, tears running down her cheeks. "Tell him he's fantastic."

"You're fantastic, too," Harry said, drawing her close and pressing his lips to her tempting, smiling mouth. She tasted a little sweet from the banoffee pie at dinner and a lot like amusement. Harry kissed her again, just because he could. "I'm glad you're not angry."

"Over Lockhart?" She giggled helplessly, well on her way to another bout of laughter. "Please."

Harry held her for a little longer. "I don't want to go to Astronomy later. Can we drop it?"

"I'm afraid not," Hermione said, fighting against the giggles. "The influence of cosmic energies on our magic can be extreme. We'll need Astronomy a lot to plan rituals, and it can't hurt to know when the time for casting wards or curses is especially good."

"Damn," Harry huffed. "I don't want to sound whiny, but our days are really full, and we're only third years. When are we supposed to do our homework?"

"I know," Hermione said, laying her head on Harry's shoulder with a hiccough. "I think having ninety-minute lessons is too much. One hour would suffice and free up a lot of time for individual study." She breathed deeply in contentment. "Or for this. I like this so much."

"Yeah, it's pretty great." Harry felt every inch of Hermione's body where it touched him. His arms went easily around her slender waist and his face was half buried in her wild hair. "You should block time for that on our schedules. Fifteen minutes every day, at least."

Hermione laughed. "I'll do that, you just watch me. But seriously ... I'd like to talk to the professors and other students about shorter lessons. Or less homework, whatever people like better, I guess. I should get the the board of govenors involved as well so it won't get buried."

"I'd like more time for clubs and stuff," Harry said. "Hogwarts really is rather boring when the first impression has lost its sparkle."

"I'll find people and start a project group. Tomorrow, maybe." She snuggled even closer into Harry.

"I'll help, just keep your Sunday free," Harry teased, grinning against her neck.

oOo

As the third years trotted towards the Astronomy tower, Harry was fortunate enough to be a bit behind, with Ron walking a few yards before him.

"He seems a bit confused," Hermione murmured, eyeing Ron carefully. "But still no glowing for me."

"I honestly can't believe I'm the only one that sees it," Harry replied. "He's lit up like a bloody Christmas tree."

"What colours do you see?" she asked.

Harry hardly knew where to start. "There's all sorts of green, a lot of blue, like the spell on McGonagall, a little orange, and violet. Oh, and a bit of pink."

"You think that the blue could be a mind altering spell?" Hermione pressed her lips together. "What for?"

"I don't know. Do you really think I should just try a Finite? What if it harms him?"

"So many spells at once can't be good for him, either," Hermione said. "Even if he is a prat, I'd rather know that this is how he really is. For all that we know, he could've been spelled to be nice and one has to wonder why. Is it just to integrate him with us and allow him to have friends at school? Or is it because he is meant to be friends with certain people?" Her pointed look at Harry didn't leave any room for guesses.

"Why would someone send him to spy on me?" Harry hissed, shocked. "Also, wouldn't that someone be Dumbledore? Ron went to see him! And now he's back, all magically trussed up like a rolled roast!"

"Shhh, he's heard you!" Hermione elbowed Harry into an upright position. "Hello, Ronald."

"Hey, I didn't see you there," Ron said. "Sorry for bailing on you today. I was feeling a little under the weather. But I'm fine now; Madam Pomfrey is the best."

He still looked a little foggy, Harry thought, and the winding lights were a huge distraction. "Er, alright," he said awkwardly.

Ron grinned. "So, what else beside Black being your godfather and Snape throwing you out of class did I miss?"

Hermione visibly ground her teeth. "That's not enough for you?"

"Well, sure," Ron shrugged, "but Harry's involved in both. There could always be more, considering his rotten luck."

Unfortunately he wasn't wrong about that, but Harry didn't feel inclined to take Ron into his confidences. Especially not with that dozen or so spells snaking around him.

Having him around during all of Astronomy felt restricting and when the class was over an hour later, Harry was out of sorts and fled to bed as soon as he could. Reporting the happenings to Sirius was no comfort at all and he missed the weight and warmth of the little snakes, although they'd only been with him for a couple of nights.

Are you really sure it was clever of Madam Stone to mention you?, he asked Sirius, who seemed surprisingly fit after his bout of depression earlier. I'm really afraid that the Minister will find and hurt you before you're ready to go to Italy.

Don't worry, pup. Tuva is very smart, very much like her cousin, and we talked it over before she arrived at Hogwarts. It all went over so fast that I didn't have time to tell you all, and your proximity to Dumbledore was a concern as well, I'm sorry to say. That being said, Gringotts is sorting me for travel as I write this, and since I won't be able to leave Britain the usual way, I've been invited to cross borders via their realm. It's an immense honour, and one I know I've you to thank for. And thanks for the company of your Patronus. Merlin, it's the darnedest thing - how do you get him to come exactly when I need him? He's shown up twice so far. Betty swears that she's not reporting to you, but how else can it be?

Harry blinked away the persistent wetness in his eyes. I'm glad I can help. You do so much for me. I wish you didn't have to go.

Oh baby, I know exactly how you feel. It feels like I'm about to lose you and it hurts. Sirius' words became unsteady and a little loopy, and his magic told Harry exactly how sad and desolate the impending separation made him feel. But I'll still be there for you, I promise. And even if I'm in conference with the lawyers or the ICW, you'll have Brady and Sharptooth to support you, not to mention your own lawyers. Finch is eager to meet you, let me tell you. The sooner we get started, the sooner it'll be over and we'll be able to live together as a family. Your cottage is wonderful, I could see us spending your summers here until you graduate.

Is that a promise?, Harry answered, wiping at his cheeks.

It's a vow. Now go to sleep, you'll need your rest if you want to excercise tomorrow morning. Love you, kiddo.

Harry returned the sentiment, pushing a little of his affection into the words. It was still strange to tell someone he loved them, but it got easier every time.

Sleep didn't come easy that night, as too much was whirling around in Harry's brain, but he eventually managed to doze off in the early hours of the morning.

oOo

Hermione took one look at Harry and decided that he was too tired for their usual exercise. In the Come And Go Room she made him change regardless and led him through a long meditation, followed by easy yoga stretches.

Afterwards, when Dobby had brought tea and yogurt with elf berries, she said, "So, Thursday is not working out so well. I'm too tired, and so are you, obviously. Thoughts?"

"It'll have to be Tuesday, then, and back to Saturday," Harry responded, spooning a large bite of yogurt into his mouth. "I'll just have to spend my free period on homework or something. It's not a bad thing, just a pity."

Hermione laughed. "Yes, it is." Sobering, she said, "I really will fight for shorter lessons. We deserve more diversity, and we need the rest. If people need the mundane's knowledge on the subject crammed down their throats ... I'll make it happen."

"You're such a warrior." Harry chuckled and then yawned. "I forgot how much I'm not a night owl."

"Oh yes, it's terrible," Hermione said, slumping against his side. "Harry ... what am I going to do about Potions? Snape won't let me come back, I'm sure of it. Do you think Gringotts can find another tutor on short notice? I don't want to fall behind too much."

"You won't miss a single lesson because I can invite four others to Ms. Stone's class and I thought I'd offer you and Zabini a place. I'd have said something earlier, but I forgot. Sorry. I should probably invite Neville as well, if his grandmother approves."

"Really? Oh, Harry!" Hermione threw her arms around him and sobbed a little. "Thank you!"

He flushed. "You're welcome, 'Mione. We start today."

Her wand vibrated then, signalling the end of their quiet time. After washing up, they met their friends for breakfast and continued on to Ancient Runes. Thankfully, Professor Babbling wasn't as motivated to challenge them as Professor Vector, but the lesson was still intense enough to tax Harry's reserves. Herbology right after was a relief as the fresh air did a lot to restore him, even if Ron's persistent glowing kept on making him uneasy.

During lunch, Ron sat next to Harry, once more oblivious to the fact that he was disturbing a conversation.

"Excuse me, Weasley, I was talking with Harry about our article for the newspaper," Dean said, voice sharp.

"You still have more than a week until it's due, and it's just a few inches of text," Ron countered. "'Sides, everyone knows that it won't make difference for Hagrid's hippogriff. Sad, that, but you know how the Ministry can be. I'd rather talk about strategy for Quidditch. The first match is in less than six weeks!"

"That's a terrible thing to say," Parvati snapped. "Buckbeak's life is far more important than some sport. We will save him, you'll see!"

Ron rolled his eyes as if to say, "Girls."

"I don't have a lot of time for this, so we'll work on the article now. Quidditch just has to wait," Harry told him. A frisson of horror raced through him when the blue light around Ron tightened sharply, just before the boy answered.

"Alright then." Ron shrugged and turned back to his food. "But don't say I didn't warn you. Slytherin will be brutal." Now the green lights tightened as well. "If you wanna plan for the match later, I'll help."

Harry's appetite shrivelled away and left a vague sense of nausea behind. He was also unconcentrated during the rest of lunch, which did nothing to lessen Dean's ire at Ron's interruption.

"Who does he even think he is?" Hermione muttered on the way to Hagrid's hut. Last night's rain had made the hill especially unsave to navigate and she held on to Harry's arm tightly. "Talking about Buckbeak's execution like it's already decided."

"The magic on him did something during lunch," Harry confided. "I should tell Professor McGonagall."

Hermione bit her lip. "Can I come?"

"Please do. I feel a bit crazy and I really don't want to decide anything without her input." Harry took her hand and squeezed it tightly. "I'm so glad that I have you."

"And I'm so sorry that you have to deal with so many wrong things all at once," she whispered.

Thankfully Hagrid knew just how to distract them. He'd built a huge bonfire and introduced fire dwelling salamanders to the class. It was great fun to watch the creatures flit over the burning logs and feed them all manners of food to find out what they liked. A huge plus was the warmth of the fire; everybody huddled around as closely as they could to ward off the wet chill of the day. Even the Slytherins seemed pathetically grateful for the respite. Blaise Zabini especially relaxed greatly when Harry issued the invitation to join his tutoring.

Potions Mistress Stone was awaiting Harry in the great hall when the class trudged back in.

"Afternoon, Mr. Potter," she greeted. "Are you ready for our first lesson?"

"Yes, ma'am." Harry tugged Hermione forward and waved Zabini closer. "This is Hermione Granger, and that's Blaise Zabini. I've invited them to attend the lessons."

Stone smiled brightly. "Great! Then come along, time's a-wasting."

She led them past the openly staring students to a large room on the second floor.

"I don't think I've ever been here," Zabini said as they passed several completely unknown portraits. "It's all a bit dusty."

"The noble quarters were housed in this wing until the practice fell somewhat out of favour," Stone said. "At least that's what Professor McGonagall told me yesterday. It'll serve us beautifully in the coming years since we'll need a lot of room to really delve into the subject matter. For today, though, we'll start slow. There are only five work benches, pick whichever you want. Your equiptment has already been moved by the house elves."

There were three places in front and two in the back, all generously spaced apart. While the work benches in the front were closer to the teacher's station, the ones in the back were closer to the supply cabinets. Large windows to the left and bright overhead lights allowed for very good sight, and a slight stir in the air told of a magical vent to clear away fumes.

Without discussion, they all chose places in front, sat down and looked at Harry's tutor attentively.

She laughed. "That's sweet, you guys. First of all, please call me Tuva if you feel comfortable with it. We'll work together for several years, in Mr. Potter's case at least until he's earned his OWL, and I like to foster a relaxed athmosphere while I teach."

"Then please call me Hermione," Hermione offered, followed suit by Harry.

Zabini smirked. "Blaise, please. Won't that make a few heads explode around here."

"Oh, I'm counting on it," Tuva replied, a wicked smile on her red lips. "I was lured here with the promise of perpetual drama and I'd hate to get back at people for denying me the fun I deserve." She parked her butt on her table and clapped her hands. "Now, today is all about finding out what you've learned these last two years, and I'm afraid that we'll have to start with the protoplasm of potion brewing ... the preparation. Show me how you set up your work place for a Forgetfulness Potion."

When they were done, Tuva began to show them the correct way, altering the layout of knives and other utensils here and pushing a cauldron a few inches to the left there. Even Zabini, whose work table garnered less tutting than Harry or even Hermione's, was rearranged efficiently. Through it all, Tuva explained why her way was better, even if it felt restricting.

The whole class passed that way. Tuva would ask them to slice, dice and peel vegetables and then, after the feat, show them where they went wrong. It was a startling way to teach as it required a lot of patience, but Harry found that it was uniquely effective.

"Now that's a great peeled carrot," Tuva praised Hermione's effort. "If you use that same technique on boomslang, you're set. Harry, your dicing still needs a little finesse. If you find the time, you should seek out the house elves in the kitchen and let them demonstrate again. They're true artists. Blaise, you're too generous with the slicing. Having passion for a subject is a great thing, just not when it leads to cutting corners. Keep an eye on the measurements in your recipes and you'll be just fine."

The bell rang, startling the three of them.

"It's already over?" Harry asked.

"Yes, a full ninety minutes," Tuva said, pleased. She handed out a slender book to each of them. "You did well today. For homework please review the first two chapters of this preparatory textbook and if you could get some more practice in, that'd be great. Remember, to brew competently and with consistent results, the preparation of your work space and your ingredients is just as important as the quality of the ingredients themselves. The innate magic of things will react to the level of care you're willing to invest. Class dismissed, I'll see you next week."

"That," Blaise said as they walked back to the main stairs, "was amazing."

"It was," Hermione said in a hushed voice. "Snape went over all of that, but not like that."

"Your prep was still mostly perfect," Harry grinned, "but I guess one never stops learning."

Hermione's jaw tightened a little. "Actually, it was probably so good because I've begun reading Hector's journals. He was a huge stickler for proper preparation. He has one whole journal dedicated just to testing methods of preparation, to improve efficiency and yield of ingredients. It's fascinating stuff."

"I guess we can be glad that that potion in second year turned out as well as it did, then," Harry said, shivering a little.

"Yes," she agreed. "Let's not dwell on what could've gone wrong."

"Do I dare ask?" Zabini wondered and smirked when Hermione shot him a glare. "I guess not."

They separated on the stairs, Zabini going down and Harry and Hermione climbing up to Gryffindor Tower.

"I'm knackered," Harry puffed upon reaching their landing.

"Why don't you take a nap?" Hermione suggested. "I'll lie down for a while, too. Dinner isn't for two hours and Professor McGonagall will see you afterwards, I'm sure."

"I'll send a note with a house elf," Harry murmured and then gave the password to the Fat Lady.

It took some effort to excuse himself from several invitations to play Exploding Snap or chess, but it was worth it. As soon as Harry sank into his bed, he sighed deeply and relaxed more than he would've thought possible.

"Hogwarts elf, please," he said quietly.

An elf popped up next to Harry, and it definitely wasn't Tilly. This one had a normal sized head and silver grey eyes, but its body was rather weedy compared to Dobby and Betty, who were both rather well fed and very fit.

"How can Jules help?" it squeaked.

"Hello Jules." Harry waved. "Excuse me for not getting up, I'm a little tired. Could you take a message to Professor McGonagall, please?"

"I can," Jules said, bouncing once.

"Great. Please ask her whether I could meet her after dinner tonight. If that doesn't work, have her choose another time."

"I will be right back," Jules promised and vanished with a soft pop.

Harry waited only for a couple of minutes. Then Jules was back, in the exact same spot as before.

"Professor McGonagall says that you can meet her tonight. She will meet you outside the great hall and take you to her office, as is proper," Jules relayed dutifully.

"Thank you, that's great." Harry smiled.

Jules surprised him by tilting his head and watching Harry out of his unnerving eyes. "May I ask a question, Harry Potter sir?"

"Er, sure."

"Are you the Head of House Slytherin?"

"Uh, what?" Harry stared at the elf. "Where did you hear that?"

"I noticed where Dobby has been taking you. Dobby has all the elves atwitter, you see." Jules hopped half a step closer. "So, are you?"

"I guess so," Harry replied warily. "It's not exactly a secret, but ... okay, people were freaking out last year and I'd like to avoid a repeat. Surely you've noticed that as well."

"This is splendid news!" Jules' ears quivered in nervous excitement. "But Harry Potter sir has no idea what it means."

"Well, what does it mean?" Harry asked, getting a bit louder than he wanted, but unable to help himself. Thankfully, Jules didn't seem intimidated at all.

"It means that us Hogwarts elves can help Harry Potter," Jules whispered. "It means that Jules can ask Harry Potter sir if he can be Harry Potter sir's elf. Jules is a very good elf."

"Er, what now? Stop, please, can you say that again? What does me being head of the Slytherin line have to do with you being able to help me, or that you can be my elf?"

"Salazar Slytherin is a founder of Hogwarts." Jules' eyes bulged a little and his nose almost touched Harry's. "Hogwarts elves are bound to the school, but we are also bound to the founders' families, so they'll always have help when they need it. The founders' kin always come first. It's law."

"Wow." Harry exhaled and flopped back onto his pillow. "Really?"

"Really."

"I don't understand why you would want to be my elf, though. I'm just a kid," Harry said.

"Harry Potter sir does not just bind elves to him. He makes friends," Jules answered. "Dobby told me so. Dobby told all of us." A dull flush washed over his cheeks and nose. "Dobby is very strong, and Betty is so beautiful."

Harry grinned. "She really is rather cute. I told her that I could always use more friends when she asked to join Dobby and me. That means that they keep my secrets and work for me as they like. I also won't have them punish themselves, especially not for things they can't help, or that aren't important. If you can deal with that, you're welcome to shake hands."

Jules quite literally lit up. His eyes glowed and the little flush spread over his neck and chest and even down to his elbows.

"I'll be a very good friend, Harry Potter sir. The very best, and I won't ever disappoint you."

Harry sat up and steadied the small, vibrating elf with careful hands. "Then welcome to my family, Jules." He offered his hand and let the elf shake it rigorously. The expected zing shot through him, although it felt a little different from Dobby and Betty. When he said so out loud, Jules withered a little.

"I am weak," he confessed, wringing his hands. "My mother was sick when she carried me and some of my magic went wrong. I'm not a great worker." His eyes filled with tears. "Please don't be angry, Harry Potter sir."

"Of course I'm not angry," Harry murmured and patted the narrow shoulder. "I have more room at home than I know what to do with, and I meant it when I said that you can do whatever work you feel like doing."

"Can I work with books?" the elf whispered. "No master wants too smart elves, but I am smart and I want to work with books. I love reading."

Harry grinned. "Is that so? Then you'll love Hermione. I'll have to introduce you! She reads a lot and can remember nearly all of it. She always has things going on and I guess you can help her research stuff if I don't need you."

Jules lightened up again, the tears quickly drying on his cheeks. "Dobby was telling the truth. Harry Potter sir is a great wizard!"

"Well, I hope so. I want all my friends and family to be happy." Harry took both of Jules' hands in his. "Is there anything you need from me?"

Jules' eyes teared up again. "Harry Potter sir must order Jules to only obey to him. The other one in the Slytherin family is very, very dark. Jules does not want to serve the Dark One."

"And I certainly don't want you to serve him," Harry agreed. "Should I tell the others as well?"

"Better be safe than sorry."

"Alright then. Betty, Dobby, Ninja, would you join me for a moment, please?" Harry grinned when his friends appeared at once and stared at Jules with unabashed curiosity. "We have a new elf in the family - say hello!"

Betty bounced and actually hugged Jules to her, while Dobby smiled smugly. Ninja merely twitched an ear.

"I've called you because Jules has told me something important. It seems that Voldemort, as a member of Slytherin's family, might have access to you as long as I don't forbid you from serving him. It won't be an issue in the new year, but until then I ask that you neither heed his calls, nor serve him in any capacity that would help him against me or my friends. Can you do that for me?"

"Your will be done, Harry Potter sir," the four elves murmured, although Ninja and Dobby had a rather sly gleam in their eyes.

"Thank you." Harry looked from his elves to Jules. "Say, can they be at Hogwarts, now that you know that I belong to a founder's family?"

"I will tell the head elf immediately," Jules said, standing straight. "Head elf Romy will want to talk to you soon and verify for herself. Do not be insulted if she wants proof."

"She can pop in whenever I'm alone, only maybe not when I'm in the loo." Harry impulsively hugged Dobby and Betty. "I really miss you guys. Let's hope that things'll work out for us. Ninja, you keep taking good care of Sirius."

"Ninja will," the black clad elf growled and vanished.

"He be busy spying," Dobby said. "Harry Potter sir's dogfather be having bones to pick with many people."

"Betty be helping when there be time," Betty said. "It be great fun!"

The two elves bade Harry and Jules a cheery goodbye and popped away.

"You did me a huge favour here," Harry told his new friend. "Is there anything else I can do for you? Do you need a new place to sleep, or will the Hogwarts elves let you stay?"

"I will stay with them," Jules said, "but may I please visit your properties, sir? Jules is not very strong, but I need to know all your places to help the best I can."

"Of course you can. It's your home now. Maybe you'll find out how we can tame my garden. It's a hot mess." Harry laughed. "Last I heard, my godfather's house elf uses it to hone his fighting skills."

"Jules has got to see this," the elf said earnestly. With a little bow, he wished Harry a good night and popped away.

Harry laid back down and stared at the canopy of his bed for a long moment. He knew that he needed to inform Sirius about this latest development, and he really wanted to talk to Brady. Nevermind the journal that he'd started during the summer but hadn't had the time to update in more than a week now.

"I really need more time," he muttered.

Then, just to flip everything the bird, he crawled under the covers, closed his eyes and napped until Crookshanks came to get him for dinner with tickling whiskers and a careful paw in his face.

oOo

To say that Professor McGonagall was displeased about Harry's news would be a massive understatement. She raged about it for a good ten minutes, Harry and Hermione watching her with wide eyes and a newfound respect for both her swear vocabulary and her stamina.

"This is unconscionable," Professor McGonagall fumed when she was finally winding down. "How can the headmaster charm a student and not tell me? And even if he didn't do it himself, which is highly doubtful, he should still know that someone with such an amount of spells on them is inside the castle and inform the rest of the staff! Why, the possibility of the boy blowing up is astronomical! Albus must be out of his mind."

"What can we do about it?" Hermione asked.

McGonagall pursed her lips. "Not much from the outset, but you can be assured that I'll keep a weather eye on Mr. Weasley. As will you, Mr. Potter."

"Me? But Professor-"

"It has to be you, if you can still see the spells affecting Mr. Weasley," she said sternly. "I'm not in a position to easily use the revealing spell on Mr. Weasley, not to mention conduct an in-depth investigation into which spells have been used on him. Were I to do that at will, parents would be justified in baying for my blood."

Hermione fidgeted a little. "We understand, but I really don't feel good letting Ronald run around under that kind of influence. Shouldn't Harry at least try to end the spells? His magic is acting a little unusual, so it could work."

Professor McGonagall went quiet and thought about it for a minute. "The spells could be sanctioned by his parents. That being said, if you can do so undetected, lad, you may try. If they protest, it'll be my responsibility," she finally said. "Report to me afterwards."

"And if it doesn't work?" Harry asked.

"Then the spells will be so high-levelled that I'll have a word with the lad's mother," she decided. Her shrewd eyes gleamed a little. "It's been a while since I've had a good row with Molly Weasley anyway. It keeps me on my toes."

As it wasn't that late yet, she sent them off without a hall pass and the warning to steer clear of Snape, who was in a truly beastly mood. Apparently he hadn't liked it one bit that three of his third year students had actually dared not to show up to the class he had banned them from and beg for forgiveness.

Harry was fully expecting to be called into Dumbledore's office over that one.

Back in their common room, Hermione kissed Harry's cheek and excused herself for an early night, something that Harry decided would benefit himself as well. He had a lot of writing to do and wanted to get it out of the way.

"Come on, mate, you can't be serious," Ron whined. "You've put me off at lunch, and now too?"

Harry narrowed his eyes at the flare of the green spells around Ron. "Yeah, looks like it. I'm knackered." He waved at everyone who was following their little argument. "I'll see you tomorrow, guys."

"Night, Harry," Parvati called, followed by the whole Quidditch team, who actually chirped the words in a credible a capella cadence.

Harry grinned as people started giggling.

A quick cleaning charm later he was in bed and updating Sirius on the matter of the new house elf and of course McGonagall's plans regarding Ron. Afterwards, and with quite a bit more calm, he opened Brady's journal and began to scratch out his woes on paper.

September 16th, 1993

Hello Brady,

I hope it's alright to write you sooner this week since it's Hermione's birthday on Sunday and I'll be busy throwing her a party.

Sirius probably already told you about Hermione and the marriage contracts that'll come her way next year. Can I please say that I find this stupid? I don't want other guys to propose to her - they don't even know her! Also, I'm her boyfriend, shouldn't they find out first whether she's already got someone before trying to buy her?

It's still making me mad, and I've had a bit time to calm down. I think I kind of understand what Sirius meant with caveman behaviour, after all. Is that weird?

This thing that's going on with Ron is also making me mad. I'm really bloody certain that Dumbledore did it, and Hermione sort of suggested that he might have done it to have someone close to me. I don't want to believe it, because what? But, what if it's true? Can he do that, without Ron's mum knowing about it even? That'd be really awful. Also, what even for?

At least not everything his terrible at Hogwarts. I found a new friend today. He's a house elf and his name is Jules. He wanted to come work for me, so we shook hands on it. He says he's smart, and the first thing he asked of me was to make sure that the other member of Slytherin's family can't order him around. Did you know that Voldemort can do that? I didn't! I thought I'd go mad for a second when I imagined him using Dobby and Betty, and Ninja too, to do evil things. It's all sorted now, thankfully.

And also, apparently the Hogwarts elves can help Hermione and me out, now that they know that I'm the head of Slytherin's family. Another thing no one knew, and I guess Dumbledore is trying to keep that one as quiet as possible. Once the head elf has verified my status, Dobby and Betty will be able to come to Hogwarts as often as they like. It'll be good to have them here once Sirius is gone. I already miss him terribly.

How are the snakes? Are they missing me yet? Somehow I don't think so. I do miss them already, though. They're funny and really helpful. I've given two of them names now, although they've told me that they're not their actual names. But I have to call them something, don't I? Four times Snake would make for some great confusion.

Anyway, that's all from me for now.

Good night!

Harry

Harry waited until the ink had dried and then closed the journal carefully. It wasn't terribly late, but despite the nap earlier he still felt wrung out.

Maybe I did too much magic this week, he thought as he pulled the comforter up to his chin. Already his eyelids were too heavy to blink open again. I'll ask Jules for some chocolate tomorrow, maybe that'll help.

And with that hopeful thought he was off to the dreamlands and enjoying another tour through the estate in France, which was coming together beautifully at a truly magical pace.

oOo

The next morning proved to be a hectic one. Any hope Harry might have harboured of spending some quiet time with Hermione before breakfast was shattered by Ron's insistence to follow him around. For that, the boy had gotten up extra early and Harry half suspected that a spell had been involved.

"I'm not sending Crookshanks away," Hermione said when Ron stepped into the common room after Harry.

"Hey Crooks," Harry said and gave the kneazle a high-five. "Catch any mice last night?"

Crookshanks mrowed smugly and swished his fluffy tail.

"Yeah, about your cat ... thing." Ron plonked down beside Harry, practically breathing down his neck. "Sorry for being mean to him. We had a huge cat prowling around the house this summer. I bet it scared Scabbers to death; the poor little guy bit the dust two days later."

Hermione wasn't in a mood to forgive him, though, and snapped, "That may explain your reaction to Crookshanks, but it's no excuse for your appalling behaviour."

"Bloody hell, I know that, Hermione. I said I was sorry, didn't I?" Ron huffed and eyed the cat. "He's still huge."

Since it didn't look like they would be able to lose Ron, Harry decided that they might as well go down to breakfast already. Hermione quickly got lost in her DADA textbook after she'd filled her plate, and Harry followed suit, citing a need to find some more information for his essay.

Ron took it well outwardly, but the spells on him churned and churned and Harry lost all interest in his lovingly prepared eggs florentine.

"That has got to stop," Hermione said quietly just before the door to Professor Lupin's classroom opened. "You didn't eat much at dinner either."

"It feels so wrong," Harry said, the tightness in his chest suffocating. "We need to free him of the spells."

"Even if they makes him almost bearable," Hermione sighed. "Yes, of course."

All through DADA Harry tried to come up with ways to catch Ron alone, but it was hopeless. Whatever magic was making him behave, it was also making Ron be social. It got worse in Charms, when Flitwick asked the class to pair up for a project. Harry was only too glad to let Hermione boss him around. It was mostly to drive Ron away, although then it was Neville who got saddled with the suddenly overly chatty boy, which wasn't what Harry had wanted to achieve.

"You have to help me, Harry," Neville said during the stampede to lunch. "After this I can honestly say that Ron and I just don't click. I truly never want to have to spend so much time with him, ever again."

"What did he do?" Hermione asked.

Neville shrugged. "He tried to talk to me. I mostly just like plants, and I know what he thinks about that, only he kept being nice. And he was asking lots of questions about you. Nicely. What's wrong with him?"

"We wish we knew," Hermione muttered, saying out loud what Harry was thinking. "Sorry that you're getting sucked into it."

"I'm pretty sure it's in the job description as Harry's godbrother somewhere," Neville said and smiled hopefully.

"It is," Harry replied gratefully. "Speaking of godbrothers, what do you say to October 24th for our ceremony?"

"R-really?" Neville stumbled over his own feet.

"It's a Sunday and it's the waxing moon. It'd be good for a ritual and I'd like it to mean that our relationship will grow from then on. I really mean to be your brother, Neville."

"I'd like that," the boy admitted shyly and took a breath. "October 24th it is."

"We'll plan it together," Harry said. "After Hermione's birthday."

"You will come, right?" Hermione asked. "I'm so looking forward to it - my first real party with friends."

Pleased, Neville nodded. "Of course. Around three in the common room, wasn't it?"

"Exactly right. Leave some room for cake." Harry grinned.

They somehow managed to sit away from Ron and spend lunch in conference with Lavender and Parvati. The girls had taken to occupying the rear end of the table to spread out their things and have at least some semblance of privacy, using the seventh years who also wanted some quiet as a barrier.

"You still need to take the Herald's oath," Lavender said, critically looking over the latest draft of the Buckbeak article. "We can only publish this once you do, and I can safely say that Dean'll kill you if you don't."

"I know, there was just always a lot going on this week," Harry replied. "How about tonight?"

"Suits us. You should come visit our office, it's great," Parvati said. "Neville, has your grandmother already replied to your letter?"

"Not yet." Neville poked at his potatoes. "I'll remind her if I haven't heard from her by Sunday."

"Thanks. You know, half our year has expressed interest in columns about our school subjects. You could take Herbology and amaze us with funny and obscure facts. Hermione volunteered to write articles for Charms and Transfiguration until others want to step in."

"Not potions?" Harry asked. "You could do it easily."

"Zabini wanted to try his hand," Hermione said, "and I didn't want to rub it in people's faces that my ancestor was a Potions Master."

Harry felt shamefully relieved at hearing that. "Right, don't remind people to send those stupid contracts."

Their friends laughed and Hermione blushed a little and smiled.

"Needs must," she said.

"How is your tutor, Harry?" Lavender asked. "And do you think she'd enjoy being interviewed?"

"You'll have to ask her yourself," Harry said. "Our first lesson was good, though. We learned a lot about how to prepare our stuff."

"And Madam Stone neither took points, nor has she belittled us," Hermione added. "Her instruction was very hands on, and she's given us this book for reference."

"Can I see?" Parvati accepted the book from Hermione and flipped through the pages. "Nice, with moving pictures! Huh, and the explanations are good, too." She showed Lavender something. "Snape never told us how to do that, did he?"

"Nope." Lavender pursed her lips. "I'm envious, just so you know it, Hermione."

Parvati shrugged. "I'm envious, too, but that's the nature of tutors. If they even allow other students than their primary charge, they restrict the number to a handful at most."

"Then we can only hope that our article about Snape somehow gets him sacked so we can get someone like her." Lavender sighed dramatically. "The work just never ends."

Harry glanced at Neville and found him struggling to contain his laughter.

"I'll ask my father if he can send Padma and I a copy," Parvati decided and handed the book back to Hermione. "It's from Canada, right?"

"Yes, it's the academy's introductory text." Hermione sighed. "Studying there must be fantastic, if the actual lessons are as well structured as this book."

"Present it in the newspaper," Lavender offered. "There's still a bit room left over."

"I thought you were completely full?" Neville said.

"Oh, we were, but Lee Jordan decided that he didn't want his schmalzy love poem to Summerby published for all of Great Britain to read, after all," Parvati explained. "It was about her prowess on the pitch, you see, but Alicia managed to convince him that it would be in bad taste after Cedric Diggory ousted her from the seeker position in the tryouts."

"Oh, ouch." Harry grimaced in sympathy. "Better wait a while before trying that."

"Or maybe he should just never let it see the light of day," Lavender said dryly. "His rhymes aren't exactly Shakespeare."

"I could quote something from Pride and Prejudice here," Hermione interjected, "but I think I'll refrain, lest I do these young gentleman irredeemable damage."

Parvati snorted with laughter. "Right. The bell's about to ring anyway. History awaits."

"Uh, no, it doesn't." Harry ate the last of his vegetables, squeezed Hermione's hand under the table, and stood. "Have fun!"

"Rude!" Lavender called after him while the others laughed.

Harry smirked all the way to the Come And Go Room.

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End of part 11

Note: The next chapter will take some time due to me being away and also being a little burnt out from writing so much, so quickly, so don't be too surprised if it'll be a month or so until I post again.