Author's Note: Hey everyone here's chapter five. I know a lot some people may not like the whole Draco's a good person thing to be honest I agree. But I wanted Narcissa because I like her both in cannon and in a lot of Fanfictions I've read. I've never really considered her evil just a mom doing what she has to do. The main reason Draco is going to be good is because I felt it worked for this one and I didn't have it in me for this story to do the whole mother versus son thing. I will do it in some of the other idea's I'm working on but not in this one. As for the comments on the cliché stuff yeah can't help that it's my first Harry Potter story and it's probably going to pretty cliché heavy. I'm trying to make them my own and -crosses fingers- here's hoping they come out good lol. Well, enjoy! See you at the bottom. Oh and obviously this is still J.K's world and I'm just playing in it.

Chapter 5: Destroying the Mark.

*Beatrice's point of view. *

When people die, they go to their own personal way station. For some, that way station could be a fork in the road or an airport or in Harry's case, Kingscross train station. Which is where Beatrice was currently sitting watching Harry on a monitor there.

"How's he doing?" Beatrice turned to see Lily Potter walking towards her. Most people couldn't travel to another person's way station without death's permission, but the unique magic that went into Lily's sacrifice had started to allow her to come to her son's after a few of his near-death experiences. The protection she'd left on him kept her connected to him even in death.

"He's doing well. He's completely ignoring Crouch Jr and letting him carry on. As long as Harry continues to ignore him and acts like nothing is wrong with Moody everything should be fine. I only hope he maintains control when he comes face to face with him as Moody." Lily looked at Beatrice for a few seconds before she smiled at her. Beatrice may be the angel of death but even she had to admit Lily's smile unnerved her a bit.

"Never underestimate my son. Especially not with how he is now. He may look like my husband, but I promise you he's more like me. We may both be powder kegs waiting to explode, but we always know the time and place. I know my son he's gonna take all the anger and frustration he's feeling and bury it until he comes face to face with Voldemort again." Beatrice just stared at Lily.

"You really think he'll save his anger for him? I mean I've been watching him, and I couldn't even reach his mind when he saw..."

"Don't mention that bitches name." Beatrice actually flinched, granted it was only slightly but it still happened. Lily's face was the picture-perfect form of rage and hatred. Beatrice almost felt bad for when Ginny got to the afterlife…almost but not quite. Beatrice wasn't sure how Lily was going to get to Ginny in the afterlife but if anyone could do it, it would be Lily.

Beatrice held no feeling of remorse for the girl either, but it's not like she could do anything about it now. Resetting time, the way she did took away all of Ginny's transgressions. Which meant that unless she committed those crimes against life again, Ginny would more than likely get a very peaceful afterlife. Beatrice would never admit this to the Potter's. It had been hard enough to convince them to help her convince Harry to go back. She knew she never would have succeeded if it hadn't been for them.

"Fine I won't mention her name, but you should know he nearly killed her within a few hours of being back." Beatrice wasn't surprised to hear Lily laugh. It was a cold and ruthless laugh. Beatrice had to fight the urge to smirk at the thought of what she knew Harry wanted to do to Ginny.

"I'm not surprised. He does have Black blood in him after all. The fact that he didn't shows he's my son. I never retaliated against someone for what they would do to me. Only for what they did to those I cared about. If someone did something to me, I just cut them off. We both know the only reason he didn't cut Ron Weasley off the first time around was because of how he viewed their family as his own surrogate family. This time, however, he knows he can have a family that's a hundred times better." Beatrice nodded as she turned back to the screen to see Harry introducing himself to Narcissa Malfoy. She laughed as she motioned for Lily to watch the screen.

"Look at Lucius's face! I don't think I've ever seen him so stunned." Lily sat down next to Beatrice and laughed right along with her. They continued to watch in silence for a few minutes before Lily spoke.

"Do you think it will go better for him this time?" Beatrice sighed as she kept her eyes on Harry.

"Well, Zeus led him to Nymphadora as I planned. He was so happy to see her he didn't even question why Zeus had done it. I'm sure he'll think to ask later but at the moment I think he's too focused on getting things started. He needs the Blacks to escape the Dursley's and the Weasley's." Lily nodded and smiled as Harry kissed Hermione's cheek letting her know he'd keep her secret.

"It's a shame he can't tell her about everything. I'm sure he could use her help." Beatrice shook her head at that as she turned to Lily.

"Hermione is a great girl but unfortunately she wouldn't be able to truly process this information. At least not now anyway. She's still to by the book to possibly believe that Harry came back from the future. And even with her mild dislike for certain Weasley's, she would never believe them capable of doing such things." Lily sighed and nodded in agreement. "Not to worry though. I've seen some of the plans going through Harry's mind. He's got some great ideas and I've been egging on the good ones. I promise Hermione won't be left behind by him." Lily smiled at that before stretching out and getting comfortable on the bench.

"What about the other aspect of his life? You know the part that screwed me out of grandchildren to eventually greet?" Beatrice just shook her head.

"To be honest I don't know." Lily started to growl and looked like she was about to yell but Beatrice held up a hand to silence her. "Calm down, he is completely capable of having children. What worries me is he doesn't seem to be interested in the idea of dating or building a family like that anymore. He flat out told me he doesn't think he'd be able to believe a woman could actually love him for who he is, as ridiculous at that is." Beatrice blushed slightly as she thought about it.

"How long have you been watching out for my son?" Beatrice kept her eyes glued to the screen as Harry told Hermione why he separated them from Ron.

"Since his first near-death experience at the hands of your relatives." Beatrice tapped her scythe on the floor and several more screens appeared. Each one showed Harry in the train station talking with Beatrice. The train station was different in each screen, but it was always a train station and didn't become Kingscross until he was eleven. "Harry's not allowed to remember his near-death trips here. But I remember all of them. He was such a sweet child and every time I had to send him back, he cried. Even as he got older, he never wanted to leave. I knew why he didn't want to go back to the Durley's, but I never got why he wanted to stay here."

"This was a safe place where he couldn't be hurt. Remember what he asked us when we were trying to get him to go back. 'Tell me why I should punish myself all over again when I can walk through this door and see them all in a place where nothing can hurt them?' Nothing can hurt people here. There is no pain and sadness here for them or him. Here there is only peace, which is something my son has never had." Beatrice just stared at Lily like she couldn't believe what she was looking at.

"But…"

"There's a reason my son considers you his best friend. While he can't remember all the time you spent together to him you represent a place of peace. To him, that's more precious than anything in the world." Beatrice just continued to stare at Lily. While it was true Harry had called her his best friend and it had made her happy, she still didn't believe it. People didn't like Death. No one would ever consider Death their best friend. Death was painful, Death took loved ones from people every day. There was always someone somewhere cursing her for taking someone they loved. It didn't matter why or how they died, Beatrice would always be blamed and hated for it.

Beatrice turned away from Lily to look at the monitor again. As she watched Harry and Hermione reach the clearing where they waited last time. A thought struck her for the first time. "He's never blamed me once." And it was true Harry had never once blamed her for the deaths of his loved ones. He always blamed himself for it. While she didn't like that he had blamed himself she couldn't help the small smile that started to form on her face from the fact that he never once blamed her.

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*Harry's Point of View. *

Harry and Hermione were sitting in the clearing where Harry knew Crouch would show up. Harry had wandlessly cast a couple of privacy charms around them so Crouch wouldn't hear them. Hermione was bombarding him with questions about the Malfoy's and didn't see him casting.

"Harry, how did you know she was there? How did you know that Mrs. Malfoy would ask you for help? Why did you not seem surprised by that whole encounter? What did you mean by breaking the marriage contract? Where did you learn about all this information?" The last question was the question he hadn't wanted to answer. Especially because he really wasn't sure how to answer it.

"I've had your mother and father write a bunch of journals with all the info you need to cover your story. You'll need to tell her that after you helped Dobby, he helped you get them so you could read them." Harry felt himself smile as he sent a silent prayer of thanks to Beatrice.

"Well, to be honest, Hermione I learned it all from my parents." Hermione just stared at him with a pained look on her face. She looked like she was about to remind him that they were dead, but Harry held up his hand to stop her. "Hermione, I know they are dead but as it turns out they left a ton of journals for me. Dobby came to me for help at the beginning of summer and after we bonded, he told me about the other elves. This led me to ask if my parents had any of their old school journals left around. I thought it might be nice to connect to them you know?" Hermione smile thoughtfully at him and placed a hand on his.

Harry felt bad for lying to her for the most part, but Beatrice had been adamant about him only telling one person about this. Harry already knew who he was going to tell and as much as it pained him it wouldn't be Sirius. Merlin knows Harry loved the man, but he was impulsive and if he heard even half the stuff the Weasleys had done to Harry the man would have gone on a killing spree. The worst part is the innocent Weasley's would have been caught in the middle of it. While Harry knew he didn't care what happened to Molly, Ron, or Ginny. Harry wasn't sure he could handle it if Sirius attacked the twins. No, Sirius was not the best choice for this as it was already going to be hard enough to get the man to take his head of house responsibilities seriously.

Remus was out as well since Harry wasn't sure he could trust the man. Remus still harbored to much guilt at this point and was way to absent from Harry's life for him to really know the man well enough. Harry wanted to change that but knew it would be like trying to get a dragon to take a bath. No there was only one person he could truly trust with this and Harry couldn't wait to see them again.

"So, what did you find in the journals?" Harry gave Hermione his lop-sided grin.

"A lot of it was advice for things they thought I could help change like in the case of Narcissa. Most of my father's journals contained stories of all the pranks he and his friends had done and some they wanted to do. There was a lot of really incredible magic at work." Hermione's eyes started to get that burning look in them that she got at the prospect of learning something new. "But my mothers had a whole bunch of spell and potion idea's she was working on. None of them are complete but I think if you and I work hard we could do it. If you don't mind helping me that is?" Harry smiled as he watched Hermione look like she was about to explode.

Before Ginny captured Harry, Hermione and he had tried to make headway in the political world. Sadly, despite their best efforts, they were quite bad at it. It wasn't until Narcissa Malfoy of all people had approached them offering to help. The two of them had been hesitant at first but while it was slow it had started working. The woman was a pollical genius and with Lucius permanently locked up in Azkaban she let her Black side flourish. Draco had also helped a lot despite everything. When he wasn't helping his mother as the new Lord Malfoy, he was working at St. Mungos as one of their top healers.

Harry sadly still had to distance himself from them. There was just too much bad blood and Hermione couldn't go anywhere near their home without having a panic attack. Still, all the time he had spent with Narcissa and Andromeda had been both enlightening and frustrating. Everything he learned from them could have saved so many people if he had known about it during the war. While it changed nothing then it would definitely change things now.

"Of course, I'll help! Do you think we be able to finish any of them before we finish school?" Harry smiled as he saw a glimmer of what he was sure Hermione would become again. After their failure in politics, Hermione decided to take a shot at spell creation. Ironically, she always came to Harry for ideas. Harry was an Auror, so he often came up with ideas to help with capture. The first thing he asked her for a was a new type of Incarcerous Spell. While the original was good it was still just regular ropes, and anyone with a knife could cut through them. Harry wanted to know if she could make a variation with chains instead. It took a couple of months, but she delivered, and he'd never seen her happier.

"To be honest I'm not sure Hermione. A lot of it I understood but most of it was over my head. Ten minutes into her journals and I thought my head was gonna explode. However, I think together the two of us could pull it off." Harry winked at her and she smiled brightly.

Hermione looked like she was about to say something, but the moment Harry was waiting for came. They heard movement in the trees behind them and they both jumped up. Hermione had her wand on the area but before she could do anything Crouch cast the spell to conjure the dark mark. The moment it appeared the woods erupted in screams as everyone panicked. The moment Harry heard the pops of the Aurors and Ministry officials he dropped their privacy shields and grabbed Hermione pulling her to the ground. He could have blocked all the spells but if he had Crouch Jr and Winky wouldn't get hit.

"STOP THAT'S MY COUSIN!" Harry blinked in shock and resisted the urge to chuckle as Dora ran over to them and helped them up. Harry glanced around and was slightly worried. Mr. Weasley wasn't among those who had gathered around them. What had he done to have changed this outcome?

"Which one of you conjured it?" Crouch Sr asked and Dora glared at him.

"This is Harry Potter and Hermione Granger a Muggleborn. How on earth would either of them know how to conjure that mark?" Harry was tuning them out at this point as he stared up at the mark wishing he had a wand that worked for him. He hadn't seen this or a mark like this in a long time since he and Hermione figured out how to get rid of them. After Voldemort, a few wannabe dark lords created marks of their own. Harry would be lying if he said he hadn't enjoyed hunting them down.

"Harry isn't that your wand?" Hermione's question snapped him out of his thoughts as he looked down.

"Huh? Oh yeah, it is." Harry held out his hand for his wand and everyone was staring at him. "What?"

"Harry your wand was used to conjure the dark mark," Hermione explained and Harry just stared at her.

"So?" He looked around at the ministry officials. "Oh, I get it. My wand so I must have done it right?" Harry just stared at the adults and they shuffled nervously at him.

"No one is accusing you, Mr. Potter." Ludo Bagman explained and Harry rolled his eyes.

"Yeah sure nobody is," Harry mumbled to Hermione who bit her lip in response knowing he was right. "So then obviously it must have been the house-elf who had my wand right?" Harry asked and everyone's eyes fell on the stunned house elf. "Honestly," Harry rolled his eyes as Dora elbowed him in the side to get him to shut up.

Harry had to watch in silence as Crouch Sr punished Winky for holding a wand. At the end of it, they handed Harry his wand back, but he turned to Tonks.

"Hey Dora, can I borrow your wand?" She just stared at him.

"Why? What's wrong with yours?"

Harry held up his wand and shouted, "Lumos." His wand flickered slightly but didn't light up. "It's not working right, and I need one that works so I can get rid of the dark mark." Everything stopped at his words for a few moments before a woman walked up to him. She was a stern-looking witch with brown eyes and a monocle over one of them. Her hair was a fiery red with a few streaks of grey through it and she was wearing black robes. It took Harry a minute, but he eventually recognized her as Amelia Bones.

"Young man it's impossible to make the mark go away. You simply have to wait for it to fade." Harry gave her his trademark lop-sided grin.

"Madam Bones, right?" Harry asked and she nodded slightly surprised that he knew who she was. "I'll bet you a hundred Galleons I can make it go away." She narrowed her eyes at him and then Harry saw a grin playing at her lips.

"Very well. I, Amelia Marie Bones, hereby give Harry James Potter permission to use my wand." She handed it over to him and it felt really warm and light in his hand. Harry grinned at her before pointing the wand to the sky.

"Hang on to your knickers!" Harry channeled his happy feelings mixed with magic and after it built up to just the right amount he shouted, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" The clearing was filled with an insanely brightly light as his Patronus flew straight at the dark mark. Once it was inside of it, Harry poured all the power he had into it and in a flash of white light, the mark was gone. This may not have been the best method Hermione and he had come up with in the future, but it was his favorite. Hermione had come up with a spell to get rid of this mark and any others like it. But Harry preferred his method since it sent a very clear message to those that conjured it.

His Patronus slowly came back down to him and he was shocked to see it had changed shape. It had now taken the form of a raven with strange markings on it. Harry grinned at it as he thought, "End of an era I guess." Harry turned to Amelia whose mouth was hanging open. He was about to hand her wand back to her, but he caught sight of it. The tip of it was burned to a cinder.

"Whoops. Sorry about that Madam Bones. We can forget the bet and when you go to Ollivander's tell him to charge my account for the repairs or a new wand." Harry said while handing her wand back to her. His words seemed to pull her out of her trance as she assessed her wand.

"Very well Mister Potter. Auror Tonks, please take Mister Potter back to his campsite." Dora saluted her boss as she led Harry and Hermione out of the woods.

When they got to the edge of the woods they were greeted by dozens of people. Harry knew she was here somewhere and the moment he caught sight of who he was looking for he broke away from Dora and walked right up to her and held out his hand to her.

"Hello there, Miss Skeeter." She just looked at him for a few seconds before she noticed his scar and her eyes grew wide. She grabbed his hand and looked like she had a million things she wanted to ask him. Harry pulled her to him and whispered into her ear. "If you only report the facts of this night, the absolute truth. I promise you will be welcome at the reading of my parent's will. As well as many other things that could be the very highlights of your career." When Harry leaned away the look on Rita's face was priceless. Harry grinned her and put his finger to his lips before walking away. He wasn't sure if she had gotten the message, but he would find out tomorrow morning. She would be very useful in a lot of ways and he had enough dirt on her to put her in Azkaban for a very long time if he wanted to.

-Scene Break-

Harry, Hermione, and Dora made it back to the Weasley's tent. The moment they entered they found every Weasley wand pointed at them.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!" Harry stated and the twins instantly relaxed.

"It's them." They said but Mr. Weasley, however, didn't seem so convinced.

"Harry what was the first question I ever asked you." Harry grinned at the man.

"Who are you?" Harry laughed at the obvious confusion on Mr. Weasley's face. "I'm sorry sir but technically that was the first question you asked me when you sat down at the table that morning before our second year. Your next question directed at me was about what the function of a rubber duck was. Which I've learned may have secret uses besides a bath time toy for children." Hermione and Dora both elbowed him in his side. "Oi! What was that for?" He glared at the two women. Dora rolled her eyes at him before turning to Hermione.

"I'll leave him in your care. If you end up killing him know that I will defend you to the hilt at your trial." Hermione laughed as she hugged Dora.

"Thanks for all your help and I hope your boss won't be to mad for him burning her wand to a crisp." Dora sighed and shook her head.

"You and me both. See ya." Dora vanished with a rather loud crack.

"She really needs to learn how to do that quietly," Harry said as he walked over to the table and sat down. Over the next hour, everyone explained what happened while they were separated. Turns out the reason Mr. Weasley hadn't been there was because of Ron. Apparently, he had gotten reckless in his search for the two of them and got hurt. He also hadn't taken it to well when Harry had purposely separated them. Ron had run back into the campgrounds supposedly looking for them when a tent exploded near him and knocked him out. Hermione shared a look with Harry and Harry knew what was bothering her. They were all headed to the forest why had Ron been heading towards the campground. Harry could have answered her question but not without poking a dragon in the eye. Plus it was just a guess that Ron had done it to make himself seem more heroic and put them in his debt.

Harry told them the same reasons he had to Hermione, minus the wandless magic part. Something Hermione noticed and yet again she hadn't said anything when he lied to them. But her look this time clearly said he would be teaching her wandless magic, not that he minded really.

Hermione elected to explain their version, leaving out the parts with Malfoy, which Harry was grateful for. Hermione, like Harry, knew how Ron would react to that part of the story. When Hermione expressed her dislike of Crouch Sr, Percy went to defend his like last time. However, this time Hermione was much more vocal in her argument against him. When he tried to defend Crouch Sr's actions Hermione all but screamed at him. "If Winky dies because of his actions he'll be nothing but a murderer!" Percy just about fell out of his chair at that statement. Hermione continued with her story while completely ignoring Percy now. Much to his anger and annoyance while the twins looked like they wanted to marry Hermione. Harry realized he'd forgotten something when Hermione shouted at Percy but waited till she was finished to fix it.

"Shoby," Harry called out and with a soft pop Shoby appeared next to him. "Hey Shoby, quick I need you to keep an eye out for a house-elf named Winky. She is about to be or has already been dismissed by a man named Bartimus Crouch. Once that happens can you please bring her to me?" Shoby nodded and then vanished with a pop. Harry briefly worried about showing his elves to the Weasley's particularly the two youngest but Harry was sure even if they did tell Dumbledore the man would dismiss it especially after what he planned to say to Winky in front of them.

"Harry why do you want him to bring…" Shoby interrupted Hermione by reappearing with Winky in hand. She was crying with her face buried in an old scarf. Harry sat down in front of her and patted her head.

"It's okay Winky I know you were only trying to do what's right." She looked up from her scarf and blinked at him in confusion. "Winky I happen to think you are an amazing elf and I would love nothing more than to welcome you into my family." Winky shook her head.

"No, Winky is being a bad elf. I is doing bad things which is why my master dismissed me." She started crying again and Harry noticed Hermione about to say something, but Harry held up his hand to stop her.

"Winky how would you like to make a deal?" She looked up again and still looked very confused. "Winky if you agree to join my family and be my elf, I swear I will never speak ill of your previous master in front of you nor will I ever ask you anything about him." Harry held out his hand to her and she just stared at him.

After several minutes of silence, she finally asked, "Why?" Harry smiled at her as he shrugged.

"Because I believe in second chances and I'm a Potter. Helping people kind of comes with the family name. Sometimes it's really annoying. Other times, like right now, it's my favorite part of being a Potter. I don't think you did anything to deserve being dismissed. But I also acknowledge that you feel that you did. So, I wanted to offer you a second chance." Winky stared at him before turning to Shoby who smiled and nodded at her. Slowly Winky reached out and grabbed Harry's hand.

"I, Winky hereby accept Harry Potter as my master!"

"I, Harry Potter hereby accept Winky as my house elf." Harry's magic enveloped the little elf and the scarf she had vanished as well as her pillowcase toga. They were quickly replaced by a Potter family maids' outfit except the crest was still hidden. When the glow vanished Winky collapsed for a few minutes before bouncing all over the tent. Eventually, she stopped in front of Harry.

"I is being most sorry Master. Winky has never had this much magic at her disposal. It was taking me a minute to adjust." Harry chuckled as he pulled the small elf into a hug.

"Welcome to the family Winky." Winky seemed to be in shock as Harry hugged her. She turned to Shoby who chuckled.

"The Potter's has always being…different in how they treat their elves. You may as well get used to it. This one is being the worst so far though. He is somehow even able to talk our head elf into taking payment for work." Shoby then shuddered at the idea. Winky popped out of Harry's arms and reappeared right in front of him.

"You is not going to be paying me for work." She pointed her finger at him in a threatening manner and Harry laughed at her.

"Alright fine but you will take time off when I tell you." He pointed his finger back at her just as threatening as she was. She paused to think about it.

"I is only taking one day a year." Harry narrowed his eyes at her.

"You'll take every other sunday off just like the others and like it." Harry showed just how mature he was by sticking his tongue out at her. This caused everyone in the room to laugh. Even Winky and Shoby cracked a smirk.

"Okay and you's still going to be keeping you's promise about my old master?" Harry smiled and nodded. Winky smiled and bowed to him. "Thank you's, Master Harry. I is being ready to serve." Harry sighed as he turned to Shoby.

"Shoby please take Winky and help her get settled." Shoby nodded and the two disappeared with soft pops.

"Harry where do your elves stay?" Fred asked while still grinning.

"Well after Dobby came to me for help at the beginning of summer, he's been staying with me at Privet Drive. Elf magic is amazing. They turned my closet into something like this tent. Dobby told me about other elves in need of a bond, so I just started taking them in. I didn't want what happened to Dobby with the Malfoy's to happen to any of them."

"Yes, but Harry there's a limit to how many you can be bonded with," Bill explained while nursing the burn on his arm. Harry nodded in agreement with this statement.

"Yeah that's true but according to Dobby I can be bonded with at least eight or nine elves before I'd start to feel a strain on my magic." Harry turned to Hermione. "If they find another elf in need of a home, do you want the next one?" Harry knew this might be pushing the line with her, but he needed to. Hermione always had a very black and white way of looking at things and that needed to stop. Especially with the way he was going to be proceeding with his plans.

"I don't know Harry. Can I have some time to think about it?" Harry nodded as he smiled at her. It was definitely a start and he could work with it.

"Well of course! I mean, after all, finding free elves is extremely rare. The only reason I have the ones I do is because I think Dobby helped them to trick abusive masters into letting them go." Hermione smiled and nodded.

"Oi! Why are you offering her an elf?" Ron asked and Harry sighed. Harry turned to Ron and found himself still wishing he had just let go of his shirt at the match.

"Because Ron, as tonight has proven there are still Death Eaters out there and unlike you, Hermione's parents aren't magic. If they attacked her and her family an elf would be able to use Hermione's magic to protect them. Maybe even get them to safety." Harry wasn't about to reveal that elves could take people places with their own version of Apparition. "I've already given Shoby orders to put an elf-like ward around her parent's house. If it goes off, he pops in does whatever he can to save them." Hermione beamed at Harry before tackling him in a hug. Granted this wasn't true but he would give the order the moment he got the chance.

With that settled they all went to back to bed to try and get some sleep. Less than a few hours later Mr. Weasley woke them up to leave. Getting the portkey took just as long and Harry wished he could just call on his elves to take them back. However, he needed to keep that a secret, especially from Dumbledore. He didn't need the man coming up with a way to keep elves from appariting people in and out of Hogwarts. When they arrived at the Burrow, Harry yawned as he dodged Mrs. Weasley when she charged towards the twins. Harry laughed before turning to Hermione.

"You okay with sleeping for a few hours before we start our hardcore study session?" She beamed at him before nodding and following him into the house. When they were alone on the second-floor landing, she stopped him.

"Would Zeus like to sleep with me?" Harry grinned as Zeus hissed a yes to him. Harry grabbed Hermione's right hand with his left. Zeus disillusioned himself and slithered down his arm and on to hers.

"Behave you two." Harry chuckled at the look on Hermione's face as he walked away.

"You know Andromeda is right about Padfoot having an effect on you." Harry let out a bark-like laugh as he climbed the stairs. Before he crawled into bed, he called Shoby and ordered him to put a ward around the Grangers home for protection. With that done he collapsed onto the bed and passed out.

Author's Note: Okay first, yes, I know there is a way to remove the dark mark from the sky. I do my research so please no corrections on that I wanted it this way because well. I thought it would be cool. Second, I know some of you will want Harry to rip Rita to shreds, to be honest, I'd love to. However, I'll save that for another story. For this one, Harry is going to need her. But that doesn't mean he'll put up with her shit…Nor will his elves put up with it lol. Anyway, see you all in the next chapter. ^_^

Fanfic Recommendations: 'The Stag and the Flower' by ReluctantSidekick. This is a Fleur/Harry fic. It's a wonderful romance type of story and I feel it flows very naturally and is pretty believable…for the most part. Bill was the only part I found hard to believe but at the same time, it's written well enough that I accept it.

Second Recommendation: 'Harry Potter and the Lost Demon' by Angry Hermione. If this story doesn't make you fall in love with little Demon children nothing will. It's a complete story and while I will say there were some spots in the story I found confusing, they were far apart enough that it never ruined it. All the concepts in this story were amazing and I'm not ashamed to admit I cried at the end.