A/N Here is chapter 7. 8 will be out as soon as editor fines the motivation trying my best not to rush them right now. Please enjoy and be aware there are spelling error when house elf's speak to make reflect their speaking pattern. Once again I do not own seriously doubt I ever will.
Chapter 7 House of Bones
In a remote Manor faraway from the grounds of Hogwarts a shrill alarm sounds breaking the silence of the night. A woman reaches up a hand to her night stand feeling around for the notebook she has sitting there. Upon finding it the alarm stops. She brings it to her face and cracks a single bleary eye open to read what was written.
House Peverell has awoken!
"That's nice." The woman mumbled, closing her eye again.
Moments pass before both eyes snap open and she throws herself from the bed yelling out to the room.
"Mipsy,Tipsy!"
There is a small pop herd as two house elves appear.
"Mistress Bonesy calls us."
The woman had just thrown on a robe over her pajamas when they popped in.
"Mipsy, prepare the family chamber and then get the dining room ready for guests. Tipsy bring the war time wards online."
"Yes mistress."
The woman moved through the house in a hurry barely stopping to put slippers on before speeding out the front doors. She stops in front of a statue that muggles would call the grim reaper; others would say it is just the House symbol but it was really House Bones patron deity the angel of death. While invited guests would pay it no mind but if you attack House Bones Manor directly then it would happily take your soul to the after life. For a moment it made her remember what she had lost during the first war when they were killed on vacation. Thankfully she stayed back with little baby Susan who was too young to travel saving her and her niece's life.
She shook her head to clear it of those thoughts she had a job to do. With a deep breath she spoke to her patron.
"House Bones stands ready to serve House Peverell as we have always done. We serve the Lord of Death because only in death can this house of bones grow."
Moments stretched on for what felt like hours as Amelia waited for a response. When she had about chalked it up to Susan having a dream and started to turn and head back inside. She heard a soft giggle. Her head snapped up and saw a silver haired girl with startling blue eyes wearing a darker than night toga who sat perched on the shoulder of her patron deity. The girl looked to be no older than thirteen. The girl tapped the deity lightly on the shoulder and waited as it raised its hand for the girl to step on to before lowering her to the ground.
"I'm sorry Lord Peverell is not able to answer your call right now but I'll be more than happy to help. You may call me Hel." The girl answered with a smile and a flourish of her hand.
Amelia blinked a few times, it's not everyday that a little girl had the same name as the Norse God of death.
"What does Lord Peverell ask of the House of Bones?"
"Right now Lord Peverell wishes to go unnoticed. He is trying to stop Dumbledore's plans. Anything you can do to help would be most appreciated."
"Of course House Bones will always serve House Peverell."
With a giggle the girl was gone as quickly as she appeared. Amelia looked at the guardian with 'Care to explain' look. A lot of good it did as it shrugged and went back to just standing there.
Amelia rushed back into the Manor she had a lot of work to do and only one week before she had to have dinner with the queen. Hopefully she could get enough done to satisfy the queen.
In a dark alley of Diagon alley
Molly was sitting in an alley at a complete loss of what to do. Everything she held dear had been stripped from her. Worst of all she had no memory of anything she had confessed to. She would never steal from Harry. He was like her son, but she confessed to it. Why?
"My Lady, why are you here of all places and not doing what was asked of you?" asks a staggeringly tall man in tattered black robes as he leans on a long pole made of olive.
Molly was shocked at the appearance of Charon the Prewett family aspect. She gathered her wits quickly enough to form a reply.
"I am no longer Prewett, Charon. It was all taken from me."
"I think you need to reread the letter you were given, my Lady."
Molly pulled the said letter out and noticed it had changed.
To Molly Prewett,
I apologize first and foremost about your removal from the House Weasley but I am in need of House Prewett once again. You are unfortunately the last of said house and what I did was low but it needed to be done. By being removed from House Weasley you now once again have access to your family magic. For all intents and purposes the House Prewett has been dissolved but you are still Lady Prewett and House Peverell calls for aid and if you accept then you will be given a hard task. Charon will explain more.
With all do respect
HJP
"What task does Lord Peverell have for me and how did I confess to something I had no knowledge of?"
"He enchanted the letter to make you answer according to what needed to be done. The task he needs done is for someone loyal to spy on the old fool."
"Then I shall do so. House Prewett stands loyal to House Peverell."
Charon nods before reaching into his robes and pulling out a thick old book with a soot black leather cover and deep dark blood red pages and handing it to Molly.
"You will need that Lady Prewett and let it be known I stand ready to ferry those who die by your hand so they may not escape the clutches of death."
Molly opened the Grimoire and found the true Prewett family ring. Bone white with a black onyx and a silver engraving of the ferry boat.
"Let the enemies of the House Prewett be delivered to their final judgment." Molly replied as she put on the family ring, the oath slipping from her lips.
In a sudden fog they were gone to begin their work.
Saturday morning ROR
Harry woke up laying in a comfortable bed hurting all over. Looking down at his arms he saw a black ribbon tattoo starting at his ring finger on each hand wrapping all the way up his arms around his neck all the way down to the top of his feet. The tattoo never crossed over itself; it was like it was two different tattoos but he instinctively knew that it wasn't. Where they started they ended on the opposite foot. He looked around and noticed a letter addressed to him laying on top of his clothes nestled next to a basin with bandages in it. So he grabbed the letter and began to read before he did anything else.
To Harry,
You are probably wondering what the tattoo is unfortunately I can't tell you. Until we know if the fool can read our mind or not. Until then all family matters are being sealed inside your head. I will try to keep you informed the best I can on what happens on my shift. If anyone asks about the tattoo just say family magic and leave it at that.
The other you
P.S. You have been in the ROR for three days under time dilation and it should be about Saturday morning when you exit, so you haven't missed anything and should be in time for breakfast. No training until you recover.
Great now he had a split personality problem. At least he wasn't possessed this time. That was just what he needed was for another Chamber of Secrets incident to occur. He picked himself up and wrapped his body in the potion soaked bandages that were in the basin next to his clothes before getting dressed and heading down to breakfast.
Great Hall
Harry was again sitting dead center of the Gryffindor table somehow beating Hermione down to breakfast once again. Well at least he gets to eat something in peace before the interrogations begin. He looks up, noticing movement in front of him and spots Neville Longbottom sitting down in front of him.
"Heir Longbottom, how are you today?"
The greeting caused Neville to sit ramrod straight before addressing Harry.
"I am doing fine, Heir Potter. Might I inquire about the sudden change in formality?"
"I was recently made aware of my status and I am currently trying to right some wrongs. Starting with the oldest ally of House Potter so please just call me Harry your family has more than earned the right to do so."
Neville blinked a few times still recovering from being addressed so formally from none other than Harry Potter.
"Only if you call me Neville."
Harry gave a lopsided grin reaching to shake hands with Neville.
"Wouldn't have it any other way Nev."
After the handshake the two began talking about this and that. They covered things happening in the Wizengamot and the world cup fiasco. When Harry felt someone sit down beside him.
"How are you doing Hermione?" Harry asked, noticing his bushy haired friend.
"Professor Mcgonagall and I spent hours after dinner going through the charter that you mentioned. We couldn't find anything to refute your claims. In fact we found what you said about blood feuds to be accurate. Also, apparently you don't even have to attend a class that has blood enemies in it."
"So I don't have to go to any class we share with Slytherin. Good to hear."
Hermione just gaped at him as if he just confessed to murder.
"How can you not attend classes?" Hermione asked in exasperation.
"Private tutor and a really good one at that." Was Harry's calm reply.
Harry pulled out his schedule and began crossing through classes he shared with Slytherin.
"Well that gives me more free time for preparing for all the stupid that will be my year."
Hermione couldn't come up with an argument after thinking about his first three years. She was interrupted from her thoughts by a shadow looming over Harry.
" the Headmaster would like to see you in his office." The stern voice of Professor Mcgonagall said.
"As head of my house will you be joining me?" Harry politely asked.
"No. I was told that it would be a private meeting."
"Then I must decline. As all school matters require that my head of House be present; therefore I am not obligated to attend."
"He has requested the meeting as your magical guardian ."
"Albus Dumbledore has never legally held that title and again can not request a private meeting without my head of House being present, which is you Professor."
"I will notify him of this as I did not know he was not your magical guardian."
With that Professor McGonagall turned and headed towards Dumbledore's office.
"Oh my God Harry what happened to your hands?"
"Family magic." Was Harry's automated reply.
"You need to have Madam Pomfrey check you out."
"I can't do that. I have to heal it on my own. It's part of the tradition."
Hermione was about to demand he march straight to the hospital wing before Neville cut her off.
"Hermione, it's family magic, there is nothing Madam Pomfrey can do to help. She can't even cast a diagnostic spell on it if it's family magic. There are a lot of laws on that kind of thing to keep families from stealing family spells and what not." Neville said sternly.
"I'll lend you a book that explains why later." Harry said, trying to placate Hermione.
Hermione nodded glumly.
"Now then I'm going to go take a nap after I find all the books I promised I'd lend you." Harry said, getting up and making his way out of the great hall.
