Harry Potter's Secret Weapon
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A/N: Thanks to my wonderful Beta, LtsHrIt4ThBoyz.
NPGs are a registered trademark of the Black Consortium; not to be used without Lord Black's express permission. He will, he will, prank you.
New Pureblood Graftees - formerly muggleborn or half-blood magical people that are getting a new lease on life after being drafted into a new family. A cleansing and renewal of the gene pool.
The Sacred Twenty Eight is soon going to have all of their seats in the 'Mot filled for the first time since the Grindelwald war…
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Chapter 21 - Dumbledore Stumbles
After lunch, Wizengamot
After returning from lunch, Dumbledore tried to open the legislative part of the Wizengamot.
Sally hit the gavel, and the tall doors to the Hall were closed.
Dumbledore interjected before Miss Fortescue had a chance to call the session to order. "I have a small bit of business to address before…"
The clerk piped up, "You are Out of Order sir. The session is not yet open. Old Business has not been called."
"Fine. Old Business. Which this is."
Amelia looked at him askance, "What are you doing, sir?" Amelia was back in her seat, as she had been acting as prosecutor. Hard to do with both hands tied behind one's back, and gagged. Now ungagged, she had ground to make up.
The sir made it sound like he was wearing smelly socks.
"Old business. The Potter lad was never informed that he was already in a contract with another young lady. Sad, but he will just have to set this new girl aside. Is a girl from however noble a muggle bloodline, one that is good enough for Harry Potter?"
Several members of the dark now had ruffled feathers. This was the Dark Lord's future bride they were insulting!
The clerk had the gavel and had been pounding but the Chief Warlock had silenced her. "POINT OF ORDER!" The girl's shout finally got through unexpectedly.
Harry surreptitiously put away his wand.
"If this contract has not been previously presented to the entire assembly, this counts as NEW business, sir." The clerk, red-faced, stated.
"Well! I never…"
Madam Marchbanks stood, "And that is the problem. Good for you, girl! You tell him! A cat has more respect for mice than Albus does for the rest of us."
Miss Fortescue nodded and called "Old Business! Please step forward to be recognized."
After several items of old business, Amelia Bones asked to be recognized.
"After investigating, there is sufficient evidence to bring charges against Albus Dumbledore. Until such time as you have been cleared, Mr Dumbledore, you can no longer preside over the Wizengamot. Please take your seat."
"But Amelia I…"
"What part of what I said confused you, Albus? Take. Your. Seat. Albus."
She pointed to his empty Order of Merlin seat that he had tried more than once to set a proxy for.
"If I must." Grudgingly, the man took his seat.
Madam Marchbanks, as Deputy Chief Witch came and took her post with such alacrity the witch was clearly in the know. The people obviously didn't understand what was going on, but Dumbledore deposed?
"New Business!"
**OO**
After several items of new business, and a calming of the crowd, Albus saw his chance.
Dumbledore stood to be recognized by that little cockroach of a clerk. When HE was fully back in power, she'd be sacked and wouldn't be able to get a job except in Knockturn!
Or possibly not be found. Fortescue's lost daughter should have stayed lost.
Finally! It was his turn to shine.
"As I was saying before being so rudely interrupted,"
"Point of order?" Amelia projected.
"The Chair recognizes Regent Bones." Chieftess Marchbanks intoned. Normally the clerk would, but Griselda wanted to support the young lady.
"Mr Dumbledore, just for the record, had this contract ever been presented before this assembly before today?" Madame Bones asked politely.
"I believe that's irrelevant, Amelia…" Dumbledore tried.
"Had it been presented, Albus?" Amelia pursued.
"No." Came the grudging answer.
"No more questions, Chief Witch." And with that Amelia took her seat.
"As I was saying! The girl named in this contract is as light as light can be and comes from a good, well-established family. I want it to be registered as of the date it was signed as it precedes any current betrothal contract that other parties might be trying to foist unwanted upon the Boy-Who-Lived."
Arthur stood and waited to be recognized by the clerk, "And just who is the young lady named in this contract?" He held up a piece of parchment, "I want to see if it matches what I have here."
Dumbledore's eyes narrowed. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Arthur was supposed to be accommodating.
"Well, if you have that, then you do remember the contract!"
Arthur had never challenged Dumbledore in this arena. Never! How was the little muggle-lover going to act now?
Arthur continued, "I do have a contract here, but not one that I signed, or had even been aware of until a few days ago. Nor did my mother, the Matron of the House of Weasley at the time, sign. Or even my wife. No. I have a contract signed by Muriel Prewitt."
"Prewitt? Muriel isn't Molly's mother's name." Someone shouted out.
Arthur continued, "You are correct. A maiden aunt, devoid of any say or power over the Weasleys. In fact, she has no love or family feeling towards the Weasley family. The only time she speaks to my children is to tell them that their ankles are too bony, their knees too nobby or their ears are lopsided. She has never once had a kind word to say for anyone.
"She signed a LINE CONTINUATION contract for the House of Prewitt with House Weasley's only daughter as the concubine! I won't stand for it! I call for an immediate investigation into Albus Dumbledore in regards to this attempted line left of a daughter of House Weasley. May I remind everyone, we are Sacred Twenty-eight."
Lord Shafiq raised his wand, and the clerk pointed her gavel at him.
Lord Shafiq stood, "Forgive me, Director Weasley, but why are you calling for him to be investigated? Surely it would be to look into Harry Potter's guardian and this Miss Prewitt?"
"There is no need…" Dumbledore tried to speak, but the clerk hadn't recognized him and banged the gavel. His mouth was moving as was Harry's wand again. No wind escaped the old-windbag.
"Lord Shafiq was recognized and has the floor." The clerk intoned.
"I'm done, if someone can answer my question." he said, shaking his head and sat back down.
"Mr Weasley?" The clerk asked.
The Director waited for the gavel to be pointed at himself, "Muriel had no right to sign for Molly or anyone else in the family. The other signatory was Albus Dumbledore. He is trying to present this contract as valid and saying that it would invalidate Harry's, I mean Heir Black's current betrothal contract. Nonsense! First of all, a contract of this type is not a sacred marriage contract. That betrothal would still be valid even if this WERE a valid contract. Which it isn't, and can't be.
"I have it on good authority that both his godmother and godfather were available to the boy, and sealing the Potter Will didn't have the power to change Magic. This contract would never BE valid."
Arthur sat for a moment, debating. The silence was deafening. Albus squirmed in his seat. For some reason, he couldn't stand up!
Director Weasley raised his hand again, "I would like to add how appalled I am that the Headmaster of Hogwarts feels it is appropriate to make any young girl, especially a babe of a few months into a concubine. It is most chilling. My son asked just the other day in this chamber if a certain aged colleague was looking for yet a new title. One that most decent men would avoid at all costs."
Arthur sat, and Lord Malfoy's proxy was the first one clapping.
The agenda was rather full of new business but Amelia didn't know what to do with this.
"All in favor of an investigation into a false contract between House Potter and House Weasley?"
Nearly every wand was lit, and the call for Nays wasn't made. Allies of Dumbledore presumed him to be an honest man. Let the investigators waste their time finding out that the contract was fine.
"This does lead in nicely with the other piece of new business on the docket. It appears that Elphias Doge did receive thirteen years payment from an account with a code as the access for payments. Not something that Albus had ownership of. Can you guess who founded the account, OOM Holder Dumbledore?"
Albus didn't think that the auditors would be able to figure it out! The codes were in Sanskrit! Ancient Sanskrit to get payment.
Too bad for him that a certain account manager's son-in-law was good friends with a linguist. Who just happened to have recently learned Ancient Sanskrit.
"I don't see how that is a problem…" Dumbledore tried to take over from a seated position, but now Amelia's smirk was back.
"Albus Dumbledore, you are under arrest for theft. You took money from an account belonging to Heir Potter that James Potter started. Secret code or not, there were spending limits placed during James' lifetime that you violated after his death. All of Harry Potter's birthday and Yule gifts went into this secret account. None of the monies were ever disbursed to the Heir. The list of expenditures will be provided to your barrister for your trial for you to defend. In the meantime since you are under investigation of a major crime, you are removed from your voting seat until and unless such time as you are found innocent. May I remind you that a guilty verdict will ban you from both your position as Chief Warlock and prevent you from voting your Order of Merlin seat? Since you can't set a proxy, it would then be returned to the floor."
Gasps were heard all around. Dumbledore had stolen from Harry Potter? Tried to get him into an illegal contract?
"I will be vindicated." Dumbledore had a wand in his hand that several people saw wasn't the same dark twisted one that he used to have. This wand was of a dark wood, perhaps ebony, but was straight as an arrow. Anyone who served Grindelwald back in the day would have recognized that Dumbledore's old wand looked a lot like Grindelwald's.
Finally free of the chair, he tried to leave, but was stopped by a small group of aurors.
Sirius stood and waited to be recognized, "Perhaps a bit of evidence now so that his allies know that this is a valid complaint?"
Lord Black waved to his Deputy, and the young man walked proudly down the stairs. He had fear of neither snakes nor lions in this arena.
Percy stood, wearing the House sigil on his robes and brought a huge folder of evidence down.
"My lords and ladies, in this folder are the scans and memories of several people. Including Healer Darlene Fenwich who is the oath sworn godmother of Harry Potter. In this, she was kept away from her godson…"
Percy was interrupted by Lord Selwyn, "Nonsense! Alice Longbottom was the boy's godmother. Is. She lives, but is unavailable. Dumbledore said this!"
Arthur raised his wand and stood when recognized. He was ready. "How did he say it? That Alice Longbottom was Lily Potter's friend? That Lily was Neville Longbottom's godmother? That Alice asked Lily to be godmother to her little boy? Both witches due at the same time? So sad, Alice Longbottom, what happened to her. She lived. But couldn't take care of her own son much less anyone elses? Is that what was said? Truth to tell a lie.
I knew Lily Potter, and she never said that Alice was the godmother, and Alice never claimed so in front of anyone that I know. And we were friends. No special treats or cuddles or gifts were ever given to Harry from her, whereas Lily did give several things to little Neville."
A projection pensieve appeared on the table, tapped by an unseen elf. The ceremony was a familiar one to all those there. Dumbledore at the head, James and Lily Potter, their new son. And slightly younger, but still clearly the private healer Darlene Fenwich and Sirius Black.
People were in absolute shock. Waiting for claims that it was a trick or false, the man stayed silent.
Sirius stated, "This constitutes kidnapping! Taking a child away from his legal guardians! Healer Fenwich was never in Azkaban! Dumbledore using Harry Potter's funds in any way when not a legal guardian? That is for the judges to decide if there was a law broken. I personally call it theft.
"I was thrown into Azkaban without a trial! Something that I plan to address in a separate new issue. A law that would forbid anyone, much less the Heir to a noble House being imprisoned without a trial."
Madam Marchbanks looked ready to throttle Dumbledore, "That does indeed sound like a law we need, and a crime against yourself, Lord Black. Pity we can't charge Albus with that too."
Amelia commanded, "Aurors, take Mr Dumbledore to the holding area. Search him, take his wand and clothes, give him a robe, and put him in a cell. The Wizengamot will hear his trial shortly. Oh, you can summon a barrister my dear Albus. You'll just have to pay for it with your own gold."
"I need time to build a defense!" The old wizard complained.
"How much time do you want?" Amelia asked, the Wizengamot tense.
"At least a month!"
"Aurors, take Mr Dumbledore to a cell, and then summon whatever barrister he requests. You all heard him request a trial in a month instead of a speedy one."
"WHAT? You can't hold me!" Dumbledore shouted.
Madam Marchbanks clucked, "Do you think that we are simpletons? Criminals are held until tried."
"Don't you mean suspected criminals! Nothing has been proven!" Albus shot back. Ignoring the memories that had been seen by everyone.
Gathering up his robes as though it were his dignity, Dumbledore turned. Once settled in the cells he planned to call Fawkes to free himself. After that?
Arthur Weasley was now on his list that included Darlene Fenwich and Sirius Black.
Never for a moment did he think what he had done was in the least wrong.
**OO**
Lord Selwyn stood to be recognized "I have a piece of new legislation that I want to present as it has to be presented in advance of a vote."
Lady Marchbanks nodded, and the clerk went to the table. By setting the submitted document on it, it automatically made a copy that was delivered to each voting member, or in the case where an Heir was present, two copies.
"Too long have outside forces shaped and controlled our world. It has come to my attention that even our muggleborn students, surely the most vulnerable to be misguided, have foreign magical guardians. It is therefore proposed that when the Headmaster or Head of House cannot be a student's guardian, that it falls to someone in the Wizengamot. Someone to be their patron. Let us bring back patronage! Lord Black has shown us that in his recent actions. And good for him!"
Sirius turned to him, and lit his wand, "I applaud Lord Selwyn's concern, but if this is regarding a single student, then I do not agree to the law."
The clerk banged her gavel, "Lord Selwyn is presenting this for discussion in the future, Lord Black. The time for debate is later."
Sirius nodded, surprised that the witch would speak up against him, but after a pause, was proud of her for it. Good. They weren't trying to buy loyalty after all; just a place at the table. Sirius sat.
The clerk asked, "Is there a second to this motion?"
No surprise that the chief toady would use the first opportunity sitting in a voting seat for something against muggleborns.
Springing from her seat and waving her unlit hand in the air, like a second form needing the loo, the clerk called, "The Chair recognizes Madam Umbridge." With obvious distaste, if truth be told.
"I second this wise plan. In fact, I would suggest a law that says every muggleborn student should be required such a mentor. Thank you Lord Selwyn for your kindness shown."
The clerk banged her gavel to restore order and stated, "Point of Order, Madam Umbridge, a Bill presented in a session cannot be amended from the floor. Any such amendments proposed would require the Bill to be withdrawn and resubmitted at a future session. You might wish to read up on the Rules of this chamber and the Rules regarding submitting Bills for consideration. Does either Madam Umbridge or Lord Selwyn wish to withdraw their proposal?"
Receiving a look of death from Lord Selwyn, Dolores reluctantly raised her wand and stated huffily, "Fine! I withdraw my proposal!"
The clerk stated for the record, "Lord Selwyn's Bill is submitted without Amendments for the Session 40 days hence."
Sirius felt that there was something nefarious going on here. How many muggleborn students not named Hermione had a foreign magical guardian?
Sirius lit his wand, but Lord Abbott was recognized first. "I would ask that the FULL law, being proposed by Lord Selwyn be sent to the voting members. I also state right now that if this is a ploy to stop certain people being here as we will be seeing our students off, I will be most…annoyed. I submit for a vote that this cannot be voted upon before September 2nd."
Several wands lit to second that motion and it was marked as accepted.
**OO**
Leaving the Wizengamot
Darlene saw Augusta speaking with other members of the Wizengamot, and waited for her. Several people inquired as to her health, and she nodded regally.
She really should make an effort and would have to have a party or tea soon to start integrating with this society. But those plans were on hold until Harry was safely under the wards of Hogwarts.
But she was here on business.
"Madame Longbottom? Would you like to return home with us and have tea? Neville will be joining us."
"I'd like that very much."
The younger witch offered the elder her arm as they strolled companionably towards the lifts, their sweeping robes a tripping hazard for anyone distracted behind them.
"I would like to ask a favor of you regarding Neville. Lily Potter was his godmother. May I ask who has been acting in that role since?"
"No one, alas. Enid Longbottom, my sister-in-law, said she would. But other than planning very boring, stuffy birthday parties, and getting her husband to force Neville to express magic, she's not done much."Augusta shared.
"I feared as much. I am curtailing my healing while the boys are at home, to make time to be at home with them, you see. Neville is such a joy. I want to ask your permission to act in Lily's place. Take on that role for Neville."
"Ah, act as Mother to Harry, but act as a true godmother to Neville." Augusta surmised.
They had reached the floos, and the older witch kissed both of her cheeks in the French custom.
"We'd be honored. You're going to ask at tea?"
"That was my thought." Darlene confessed.
"Excellent. Blackmoor Hall!" and Augusta stepped into green flames to spin away. Darlene noticed the vulture close its eyes, and wrap its wings tightly against its body before they left.
**OO**
Harry had returned in rather a snit from Belgium. The adult members of the team were going to stay and do a bit of sightseeing and have a meal. But the team that he felt so very comfortable fighting with had become uncomfortable after not winning a battle.
Harry felt that he had reverted to Freak again, and just wanted to go home. He had to go for the morning part of the Wizengamot, then got to return home. Thank goodness he had youth as an excuse to miss the next three years of boredom. Penny was grateful for being able to stay home and work on potions today; Lord Black was worried about her being personally targeted if she voted guilty against any proven Death Eaters and wouldn't let her attend today for her own safety.
Neville had been working in the greenhouse –wasn't that a surprise (not!). Harry joined him. Hermione was spending the weekend with her parents, and Harry was glad of it. He really didn't want her to have to deal with his mood right now.
"Got anything for me to do?" Harry asked. He actually liked gardening; it was an escape for him at the Dursleys and wondered if it was for Neville as well.
The two boys were working together in companionable silence; Harry was calmer now. He had a real plan that he was going to suggest to Moody during lessons which were delayed until after the 'Mot ended. Neville was happy to have a friend that just enjoyed spending time with him without expecting anything.
The two boys were called in to clean up for tea. Harry saw Neville stiffen when he saw his gran. How to protect his friend more?
Well, hadn't he been doing so just offering his home to escape to?
Neville went to his own room next to Harry's and the pair quickly cleaned up and dressed as though going to dinner.
**OO**
Darlene beamed at the two boys chatting in low tones over the Astoria Project as they walked into the room. Tea was just for the four of them in the informal breakfast nook overlooking the garden. The round table had four seats now, but could expand to six. She waited for Neville to be nearly finished eating before she asked her question.
"Neville, did you know that Lily Potter was your oath-sworn godmother?"
"Yes my lady, and every Halloween we have a little ceremony. And on her birthday."
Augusta butted in, "And visited their graves on Harry Potter's birthday to put flowers before he got his Hogwarts letters. We hoped to see Heir Potter there. Alas, that clearly did not happen."
"You know my mum's birthday?" Harry declared, "Wow, when is it?"
Darlene was shocked, "January 30th. It says so on her…haven't you visited her…oh, of course not. Well, that is a separate issue that we will address another time. I apologize for not thinking of it earlier."
Harry waved a fork, "We've been a little busy."
Darlene chuckled, "Indeed we have." She turned to his friend, "Neville, I have your grandmother's permission. I wanted to ask you if I could be your godmother. You don't have to answer today. Just please, consider it. The offer is sincere."
With as many pranks flying around the estate, mostly staying out of the house by determined staff, she wanted to make sure that Neville knew that this wasn't one of those.
Neville didn't hesitate. The only other house that the Hat had offered him was Hufflepuff but he wanted to be a Gryffindor. Wanted to prove himself worthy of magic. He looked at Harry first to see his reaction. Harry met Neville's eyes with excitement. He nodded enthusiastically in approval and that was all the lad needed to act.
"We would really be brothers then. Not that you aren't my best mate, but I really hope that you say yes. And Darlene is the best. Just keep away from her if you're hurt. Then she's not so fun." Harry shared with a laugh.
"I would be honored. Thank you." Neville stated formally, but he remained only stoic for a short time.
"We'll speak soon to arrange the ceremony. See you at table, grandson. I am pleased that Lady Black made this offer. Good connections are important in our society."
The lady took her leave. Lady Black seeing her to the floo
Augusta had chosen to return to her Wizengamot offices to work on some Bills that were pending and some parchmentwork for some committees she was on. She'd not had time to visit her office prior to today's session, and thought this might be the perfect time.
The minute that Darlene returned she shook her head, "This isn't about being seen in public, or being socially correct. Harry, can you cast a privacy charm or give me a couple minutes alone with Neville?
Harry bowed and left the room; the door was open and she was a healer. She wasn't planning on murdering anyone.
"As I was saying, this is about me being concerned for my friend's godson after she was killed. I do care about you, Neville. I have loved you since you were born."
Neville felt drawn to this kind woman as his plants turned to the sun. He tentatively stood and when she opened them in welcome, launched himself into her arms. All of his stoicism crumbled in an instant. This woman loved him as a baby? And he could always feel when people lied or were insincere. His gran was insincere all the time. She meant what she was saying, and he held on like a drowning man in a stormy sea clutches a life-preserver. Like he had done as a child when he was tossed into the drink. Only this time, there was warmth and safety after being pulled out of the cold ocean.
Darlene murmured sweet words into his hair. "I got to see you a lot as a baby. You were adorable. I don't know if you know this, but I delivered you. The next day, I delivered Harry. I was the first person to hold you before handing you to your mum.
"You don't know what it's like to hold someone fresh from Heaven like that. You have been a part of my heart since that day, and you will be forever. Regardless of any decision. Don't let your grandmother make this about politics. To me, it's about love. Family. You are family."
Neville pulled back to look into her face, "You mean it. You love me? You love me!"
Darlene pulled him back into her arms, "I do love you, sweet boy. I love you so much. I'm so sorry about what happened to Alice, to Lily. How many people should be here looking out for you who are gone. Even Fabian and Gideon who dandled you on their knees would have been appalled at how you have been treated."
Neville couldn't stop the tears of being wanted, welcomed. He had felt it from Harry before, the quiet peace of working with him. But this?
Neville couldn't remember ever being hugged by his gran, or held or cuddled as a child. She was as warm as an iceberg at times.
Darlene motioned to Harry, lurking in the doorway, and he joined a three-way hug.
Harry was happy with this change in his life. And he felt nothing but joy for his new brother.
Being related to Sofia? Not so much fun. But being related to Neville in a real way, not the tenuous Black tie?
Oh yeah.
As soon as the three of them composed themselves, Darlene called for a bit of dessert to celebrate.
Never once did it cross Harry's mind that Ron would be angry or Dumbledore would want to interfere.
**OO**
Augusta thankfully accepted the dinner invitation, and offered to send Neville's clothes. She had no idea that he had new things in a style she wouldn't approve of already in the wardrobe in his room, here at the manor.
Harry and Neville walked quickly towards the family wing stairs to change for dinner, and began to ascend, but as soon as they were out of sight of their godmother, the two were racing towards their rooms. Neville reached his first and as he opened the door, Harry said right behind him and heading towards his own room, " Hey Nev, put on the brown one!"
Neville leaned out his doorway and asked, "Brown what, Har?"
"You'll know. And the second drawer for the accessories."
Neville thought about it for a second, "I'm older than you, you know. I should get to pick the color."
"Okay, fine. You pick."
Neville went to the wardrobe. There were several new robes in there. Looking through, there was one that just called to him. He went back to the open door.
"Brown."
Harry sent a different kind of raspberry to his godbrother. Doors were shut, and the boys showered and dressed for dinner.
**OO**
Blackmoor Hall
Percy had brought a lot of 'too unimportant for someone in MY position to deal with' work home.
He had left it on his desk when he left for Belgium. And hadn't had a chance to work on it due to the surprise Wizengamot meeting. And now, all of it was complete!
Penny and Clarice were giggling nearby going up to dress for dinner.
Those two! They must have worked on it together all day. But they were both brilliant, and the translations were ready for approval on Monday. Even the response letters in the languages were ready.
Percy was most appreciative, and sent Livy to get a book of poems for Penny and some chocolate for Clarice.
They wound up trading behind Percy's back, but appreciated the boy who gave out random gifts of kindness.
How thoughtful!
**OO**
Holding Cells, MoM
His repeated calls for his phoenix went unheard except for the nearby guards.
"Some people are just beyond entitled. I don't care what you think you want for dinner, Dumbledore. You are getting a sandwich, maybe soup. I had the so-called elite ask for swan, pheasant, and even recently peacock. Albino peacock if you can believe it! There ain't no such thing!
"I haven't ever even SEEN fox served as a meal, so stop demanding it!
**OO**
In the wilds of the Amazon, a phoenix nearly fell off its branch; laughing so hard at his former captor's plight.
**OO**
Harry and Neville dressed as twins; the brown robes favoring Neville more than Harry, but even their accessories were the same.
Who had given Neville the hair gel to make his hair look like Heir Black's? His gran would have a fit, and Harry sent Livy to fix it. Livy thought that he must have been spying as SHE was the one to prep it in the first place!
The boys walking in went stock still as Moody was standing in the dining room dressed up in his special kilt and jacket worn on the most formal of occasions.
"Did you boys forget sumpin' today?" Moody asked in a soft but dangerous voice.
Harry was blushing and stammered, "Sir! We, I mean, I…the tea - well then we…"
"Most succinct report, Potter. Can ye do better Longbottom?"
"Aye, sir. We. Messed. Up."
The man chuckled, "Fortunately, yer guardians here all told me about the excitement here. I'd volunteer to replace James for ye lad, but not until after this bit o' business with Riddle is settled, I should focus. If I'm still around, we'll talk."
Neville beamed, "I'd be honored sir. Truly. And sorry for not flooing or calling on the mirror."
Alastor shook his head, "It's nice to see you two actin' yer age once in a while."
Then the floo flared in the distance, clearly magically enhanced tonight to give the men warning, and everyone lost their real smiles and put on their pureblood masks.
"Augusta, Matron and Regent for House Longbottom," Karr announced.
It was time to eat!
**OO**
Dinner was quiet for a time; Augusta started to complain about the salad course being served in the middle, but remembered that for all of her cool Surrey accent, that Darlene was from Paris. She said nothing.
Sirius shared his success at the eel-lect-trick thing with the table. Darlene shook her head. Those two and the twins were full of tricks! Clarice shared about the success of getting the news out for the containment circles.
Percy smirked and reported that Madam Umbridge would no more have any real dementors to save. Sirius and Remus shared smirks on that one, but Darlene really didn't want to know more.
It was her turn to talk, and she had ideas to share for the next weekend.
"I think that a joint birthday sleepover would be appropriate. We can have dinner and a special cake for Neville on Saturday, dancing, and fireworks at midnight. Then have some sort of activity on Sunday for the children, a barbeque and a cake for Harry later that day. What do you think?"
Augusta's eyes were wide, but she was too savvy to put a stopper in a party of this kind now. Especially with a public godparent ceremony happening. She didn't want Neville to think that all of his future parties at home would be so lavish. The French! Always going overboard!
Harry's eyes were wide. This was so very different from what Remus and Sirius had suggested that first night here. A small family party, playing some games.
Neville was bouncing in his seat, but was shooting worried glances at his gran. Would she give her permission? Best state his intentions publicly.
"Do you think that we could invite Fleur?" Neville asked sincerely.
Augusta and Darlene shared a look. The daughter of the Minister of Magic for France? Augusta thought to herself, 'Shame his wife is a creature. But still, it was an elevated position. And Neville needs to date this year. Let him practice his manners on this foreign witch creature who will not be around much. Of course they could invite her. And her family.' Augusta's nod of approval was ever so regal and not as warm as she had been acting towards the Delacours. Had something changed after the World Cup?
Augusta hadn't publicly complained about the very public kiss, but had laughed like a school-girl at the time along with Aunt Calladora!
Darlene gave Augusta a puzzled look and then turned back to Neville and Harry, "We can invite her. And Gabrielle if you like. And their bodyguards."
Why had Augusta been so friendly and warm at tea and now so cold and calculating? If she didn't know better, she'd be looking for signs of polyjuice.
The change was noticeable; noticeable and chilling. She'd have to mention it to Sirius.
Tomorrow.
**OO**
Remus had personal reasons that he didn't want to share a table with Augusta. Both he and his secretary had dressed for dinner, but Augusta had seen them in the hall.
"Please tell me that Lord Black does not allow pets in the dining room?"
Remus had searched his memories. They had eaten together in France. Had she only recently found out about him being a werewolf?
Ignoring both Darlene's and Sirius' personal invitation to join them for dinner, the hard working team instead went to the kitchen. Much to Karr's astonishment.
He was about to tease about dogs not being allowed, but saw that Remus was really hurting. Instead, he gave the man a hug. Clarice looked to be near tears as well. But this warm kitchen? This was a lovely place, and Clarice whipped up a batch of fresh shortbread, Karr fetching the 'secret ingredient' so they would be fresh. They would taste better the next day, and said so. And saved some aside for everyone for the morrow.
"Oh, I should suggest that to Sirius. Instead of a tin that preserves freshness, one that hurries up time. Green banana? Poof, ready to eat." Remus suggested.
Clarice beamed, "I'll need to find out how to enchant so I can make one for Mam for Yule!"
The elves piped up with other ideas, and a nice friendly meal was shared.
**OO**
After dinner, Remus returned to his office. There on his desk was an envelope that Madam Bones had given Sirius earlier that day.
'You were never off the books until the World Cup. Someone suggested that you get the auror combat bonus. I got you it, but Scrimgeour has declined to continue your remit. I'm sure you are crushed at this news.
'Do with it what you will but I do want to catch up with you. Congratulations. I wish you every happiness."
Inside was a draft for thirteen years of back pay, some combat bonuses, and more.
In Sirius' neat scrawl, on the back of the envelope, were Remus instructions for the money; keep this for a muggleborn girl NPG whose parents don't want her after her first bout of magic. Hire someone to be parents, and let her be raised in one of the dowager houses. Maybe on separate land. People will start helping us, I'm sure.'
Instead of initials on the flap seal, he found Padfoot's paw print on the wax.
Yep, pranking the pureblood elite; and showing that Lord Black, too, was a dog.
Remus forgot to check, and opened the envelope. Breaking the seal caused a large batch of multicolored glitter to be flung into the air... And all over Remus, of course!
Oh no!
The twins had come up with a curse, or hex, where if you tried to finite the conjuration, it multiplied! What was the counter again? Oh no!
Clarice heard the man's cry of, "PADFOOT!" and came running from the library. Fortunately, she'd been handling a lot of orders for the business.
"I'm a Pretty, Pretty, Princess!" Clarice called. Nothing. "I'm sorry, luv. Truly. Let me leave at least."
"No, no. It's not your fault. 'I'm a Pretty, Pretty, Princess!'"
The rain stopped and the rainbow glitter faded away. A banner popped up 'Brought to you by The Next Gen Marauders!' If this was the PR person's fault, Remus would be having words with him!
The glitter soon disappeared, leaving behind no evidence. And of course, Lord Black was now at the door.
"Is there something wrong, House Steward? You sounded very happy there. I too think that you are a very pretty princess. But that's just me."
Darlene was behind him, "Sirius, you should be getting ready for bed. The bathtub awaits."
Sirius was all innocence, "Me? Me? But I didn't…Remus, tell her!"
Darlene demanded, "If not you, and I know it wasn't Clarice, then who?"
Neville's chuckles echoed down the hallway. He hadn't been told 'no pranks in the house.'
Well, they would have to fix that. Later. For his first prank? He got Clarice, Remus, Sirius and Darlene, with nearly getting Harry blamed for it.
Not bad, not bad at all!
**OO**
Saturday, July 23rd, High Octane
Byron Ambrose met with the Steward of the House openly in a VIP seat that faced the dance floor. Tonight's theme was vampire, and the host was dressed up like a Hollywood nightmare of old, complete with red satin-lined full black cape.
"Good Evening." He greeted with a faux Romanian accent. He then switched back to his normal silky baritone, "You look awfully good for someone who just had a full moon last night." Looking Remus up and down.
"Combination of treatments. I am happy to share with you, just as soon as Miss Black is ready to publish. I do believe that she is going to add it to her portfolio for her mastery."
Too bad Moony was there on business. His wolf really wanted to play, and chewing on this man's neck sounded like fun. It's what the vampire wanted to do to him after all.
The eyebrow quirk and crossed-arms body language indicated to the Steward that indeed vampires might have natural legilimency that overcame his natural occlumency. Well, that or he was projecting a bit. Hmm. Best keep his thoughts professional. Down, Moony!
Remus started, "Thank you for seeing me. Look, you have information that you were unwilling to share over the mirror. I'm guessing that you didn't invite me here for our secret shortbread recipe."
"That I already have. It's the sesame seeds. You take a lovely Scottish shortbread, and if the seeds are fresh, you wind up with Jujulaneas. If not, you have trash. Trash, trash, trash. Freshness matters. Like my information. Healer Fenwich was targeted."
"Yeah. Too bad the leader passed away before he could give away anything. The two minions said that he had met with someone who paid a minor amount to take revenge for Harry Potter being abused by his female guardian."
Moony growled. There couldn't be that many people who knew about Petunia. And likely the leader had asked for a truth spell or something. A few weeks ago, it WAS true! But never Darlene.
Remus continued, "For some reason, the body of the leader disappeared in transit from Hogsmeade to the graveyard."
Ambrose touched a napkin to his lips, "Oh really? What a shame."
"YOU didn't? Did you?"
"Waste not want not…" The man sing-songed. "Besides, only someone like you or I could get information from the leader's very fragrant clothes. The man who was last with him other than his own minions.
"He's familiar to you. He stalked you the last time you were here."
"Mundungus? What? He's never solicited violence before. And against a healer? He was friends with us, well, sort of. We were in the Order. Him, and James and…"
"Other people who 'forgot' about Lady Black perhaps? Or forgot Sirius Black was a decorated auror?"
Remus froze. "No, Dumbledore is misguided, but not evil! He's going to pay a fine for diverting Harry's gifts to the Order of the Phoenix. That was really in poor taste, taking away a child's toys, no matter what the excuse. If Harry had been raised with Darlene… I could have been a favorite uncle."
Byron patted his arm in comfort, "My dear friend, the attackers met with someone on Thursday night. Before the attack on Friday. Before the Wizengamot meeting earlier today. If it was your friend who hired these men, then he needs to make a will."
"And he's been arrested for theft, and that stupid contract, not Darlene's attack."
"The Healer's Council. They will not act rashly or harshly. It goes against their ways. They will watch, and record what happens to those involved. It is not a long causal chain." Ambrose stated.
Remus sat there in denial, thinking of all of the things, good things, that Dumbledore had done, the care he had taken for a frightened child brutalized by Fenrir Greyback. His heart was rejecting the repeated message.
"But…but…He fought Grindelwald. Now there was a wizard who wanted to take over the world."
Byron shook his head, "I am told it was not Albus Dumbledore who killed his former lover, but an unnamed Egyptian who did it with a curse. One that was supposed to also return the dementors to the realms from which they had been summoned."
Remus mumbled to himself, "I wish that his portrait hadn't been destroyed. He was very fanatical about some ancient artifact and spent most of his younger years looking for something. I think that his son being born curtailed his exploration, but he had spent enough time there that he might have known someone at that time who was powerful enough to do such a ritual…"
Byron tilted his head, "Of whom do you speak, my friend?"
"Oh sorry, thinking aloud. But I need to go talk to Alastor Moody. And no offense, but if I do that from here, he'll never speak to me again. He really, really doesn't trust Marius. I don't know how we'll ever get him to trust you."
"You trust me?" Byron asked in a low, slow, inviting tone, the wave of magic hit him like the allure of a veela but different.
"Yep. And that's my cue to leave. Sorry, not your type."
"I assure you that I enjoy O, A, B or AB. Positive or negative. Your lycanthropy can't hurt me."
Remus now was very puzzled, but decided to leave before he was next on the menu. He did offer his hand for shaking
"Thank you for the information. If I do find out something, I will let you know." Moony promised.
**OO**
Penny was coming in through the front door just as Remus exited the floo.
"Percy and I went for a stroll. Safer now than last night, and it's so romantic in the roses!" Her flush said it all.
Remus nodded and smiled, "I have a quick question for you…"
Finding out what the vampire was talking about from Penny in regards to the alphabet the being had rattled off, Remus knew the man had been toying with him.
Or flirting, and wasn't that a disturbing thought!
Moony piped up just then to remind them that Clarice's wolf had cuddled up in the middle of their dreams! That they had somehow gone from sharing the basement lockup to sharing a space on the floor in the clean and soft straw that the elves provided.
Clarice would make such a lovely mate.
And Moony was particularly vociferous that if Remus ever chose a vampire as a mate, he would not like the consequences.
Remus shuddered. Moony wouldn't? What about HIM!
No, it was time to quit officially as Steward just as soon as possible, and just work for the twins. Then he and Clarice could date and not have it be awkward.
Moony was back to growling at the wait.
**OO**
Sunday, July 24th, Gringotts, London
Darlene Fenwich was welcome in her first official act as Neville's godmother. Augusta, worried about what her nephew, Barty Crouch, may have said about her, and didn't want to be embarrassed; so asked Darlene to escort the boy to the scheduled Will reading.
Besides, the Blacks not only employed security goblins, they fed them. Neville had more than once 'rescued' the starters. Augusta was nervous around goblins. Neville exchanged playful insults. But not today.
Darlene was flanked by Sage, who had gone to the Black home. The carriage could not yet be used, as the Black's family's request for licensing was still being held up.
Sage was wary and looking around, but Neville was looking pale and somber. He had never known Barty Crouch, Sr except to hear people complain about him. Were prisoners allowed mail? Neville would at least write a thank you.
The will reading was done in a spartan chamber. With it being just the two of them, it was in a very small room. Neville's stomach was in knots. This great uncle was the father of the man who had tortured his mother into insanity.
Apparently, Bellatrix Lestrange asked to torture his father, a distant cousin. Barty Jr didn't want to torture Frank, as he was close blood kin, so, instead, tortured his cousin's wife!
Idiots! They were ALL close blood kin. Ties of blood, magic and family.
Harry had offered to come, but Darlene didn't want the trauma or drama of bringing him. Besides, BloodRage liked ice cream, and afterwards, she planned on a little treat to share and get to know one another.
Sirius was going to take Harry riding on their own in the meantime.
Goldrub cleared his throat, and started reading.
"I have a short note that Mr Crouch asked me to read to you.
'Dear Nephew,
'I am so sorry that I wasn't there for you when you needed me. I cannot stand being in the same room as your grandmother. I should have done more to protect you.
'Please accept the estate. I lost Winky; if you could get her back, she would be a wonderful resource for you. I never appreciated her until she was gone. I had so much resentment building.
'When you accept, the wards will engage, and acknowledge you as the Master of the House. DO NOT marry two witches! One is enough of a burden! My recommendation is to avoid marriage completely. Hire a couple of muggleborn to bear and raise your children; that is my advice. Oh, and sell the barony title. Dumbledore is doing all he can to ignore the titles we have rightfully borne for generations. It will likely be useless to you once you are of age.
'Be careful when taking over the house itself. Don't go there without a squad of goblins to dispatch the monster within.
'I wish you well, Neville. You have a true gift. If I am ever pardoned, maybe you can forgive me and allow me to visit from time to time.
'Bartemius Crouch, Sr'
"Well, nothing too bad. I don't know what to say to Gran though."
"No surprises, and no nasty notes against her. Family is complicated, Neville. We can love people. Some of my own family I prefer to love at a distance." Darlene shared.
Neville chuckled. He had heard about the dinner with Sofia in Paris to celebrate Harry's victory over dementors. Yikes. Yeah, she understood complicated.
"So, what is your favorite flavor of frozen treats, hu-mon child? Mine is strawberry. Clearly invented by goblin warrior angels as treats for those who die a worthy death."
Sage hit her mate "They haven't signed yet. And YOU cannot eat strawberry! No goblin can without risking hives."
Darlene looked up as Spurnik entered the room; Skeelez was on his heels.
Spurnik bowed to Lady Black and nodded to Neville.
"You can't do this! Goldrub is stealing from me!" Skeelez accused.
"Goldrub was hired to read the Will. No one is stealing anything!" Spurnik countered. The 'yet' went unspoken in sly looks between those in 'the know'.
Neville stood between the goblins and glared, "Who are you? You come into this room without nods or acknowledgement! I am nearly fourteen! You treat me as an unlettered child? I am the Heir of Longbottom! I am a member of the House of Black! Today, I become Heir to the House of Crouch! And YOU are bickering with a coworker before even nodding to my godmother? NO! I won't stand for such rudeness."
He then turned his back on a spluttering Skeelez and bowed to Spurnik. "Hello, I am Neville Longbottom. It is a pleasure to meet you." He actually knew him well, but this little drama was being played out for an enemy's viewing displeasure.
He did not introduce Darlene, per goblin custom.
Spurnik returned the bow, "I am going to enjoy working with you, Heir Crouch. I received your letter, and found your questions highly intelligent. I am ready to proceed.
Neville turned to a seething Skeelez whose hand was straying a bit close to his dagger, and handed him a bag with a few galleons, "You are being replaced. Thank you for your service. You surely must have known this would happen as your investments for the house have grown not at all."
"But, but…" the former account manager spluttered.
BloodRage stepped forward, but the goblin account manager was in a suit, not armor. He couldn't afford a challenge here and now.
"You'll be back when Spurnik loses all of your gold like he did the Potters!" Skeelez dared to accuse.
"Watch your tongue, or I will make you eat it, knutless." Spurnik bit out.
Darlene spoke up, "I am missing out on a picnic right now. May we have the documents to sign and be done here, please?"
Skeelez looked ready to gut the witch, but alas for Sage and BloodRage, he left without another word.
Darlene looked over the accounts. Such a shame!
"Neville, when you make your fifty percent or so profit, I will sponsor a feast for you to brag to our goblin friends. You, my dear godson, have a nice nest egg here. One that I think will grow. Now!"
Visions of greenhouses, seeds and plants filled his mind, "I'll need to hire some help. It wouldn't be fair to Karr to care for everything."
"No, it wouldn't. I'll write a letter to Professor Sprout about a greenhouse for you at Hogwarts this coming year. No need to neglect your true talents, just because you have to attend that substandard institution. Now, let me clean this quill. If I may use my wand?"
The blood-quill was clean already, but she wasn't taking any chances. The minute that Neville signed, Barty Jr, sitting a late breakfast was tumbling through the air, napkin not helping him a bit, and even that left his hand shortly. It belonged to the Crouch estate!
The house in Brighton Beach was on the water, and Barty Jr wound up in the drink. He was actually lucky. There was a busy highway in one direction, and it could have gone much, much worse.
Thankful that one didn't need a wand to apparate, he made his way to the Dark Lord's side. Without purse, script, or even what he could have stolen out of the house before being forcibly ejected if he had been thinking of the consequences of his father's conviction.
Rather than celebrating it.
Speaking of a lack of celebration, the Dark Lord was not pleased to have yet another penniless, rather knutless, minion. What happened to the thousands of galleons he had just been bragging about bringing to him?
Luckily for Barty, the Dark Lord hadn't the power to crucio him, or he would have been in trouble. He could only hope that his master didn't think to call in someone who could cast it!
**OO**
Sunday, July 24th Blackmoor Grounds
Sirius took Harry for an Abraxan ride. The horses from next door ran to the edges of their paddock, nickering hello. The wards prevented them from flying away or else they would have had friends up there.
They landed in a forest glen. The meadow was the perfect landing zone, giving the large animals plenty of wing room to land, yet being safe from the world. Harry could feel it. The wards ended not far from there. They were still on Black land.
Sirius took out a basket and offered Harry a sandwich. He had never had such a moment with his own father but it was something that the mind-healer had suggested. Making simple, good memories.
Harry peeked into the basket.
"Whatcha looking for?"
"Crisps. The only time I ever got them was the few stale broken ones that Dudley didn't want. Oh, sorry."
Harry apologized for his statement that had Sirius cringe. Jam popped in with the wizarding version. They were very tasty.
"I don't know if going this week would be a good idea or not, but I have been informed that you didn't know when Lily's birthday was. I presume that you don't know when James' birthday is either?" Sirius asked.
"Nope, but I bet you do!" Harry grinned as he popped another crisp into his mouth.
"Mum and Dad Potter used to have a party for him during the Easter holiday from school no matter if his birthday, March 27th, was during that holiday or not. Now, you have to understand that Mum, Dorea was raised a Black, parties were very formal in her home, and never any children's games. The Potters were different. They came from hard-working people that played too.
"James and I had such fun! We'd have broom races, or the Potters would rent some Abraxans. They'd do something that young teenage boys would have fun doing. Along with fancy cakes and such."
"What about dancing?" Harry demanded.
Sirius made a face, "Well, back then, James was pretty smitten with your mum. And your mum was pretty smitten with…someone else. So no, no dancing. Not until Lily entered his life."
"They really loved each other, didn't they? Like you and Darlene."
"I think it was a mercy for me to have forgotten about her, or I would have done anything to escape to be with her." Sirius had been asked some tough questions recently. In prison, he had never thought about Harry either. But recognized him once he saw him. He hadn't with Darlene. But had he been obliviated of Harry too, and Hogwarts herself had helped him remember the lad? For Sirius had gone to Hogwarts to ask Dumbledore for help. Hitting the wards had him thinking about his godson and rethinking about asking Albus for help.
Harry turned away, hiding his tears at that admission. "You didn't remember me, did you?"
Sirius admitted the truth gently, "I am so sorry, I am so very sorry. But no. I don't know why."
"Would you…?" Harry started to ask.
Sirius grabbed him and, with tears in his own voice, said fiercely, "Nothing could have stopped me from coming to you. Not the bars, not the demons. I would have found a way back to you. Rescued you. Rescued us both."
The two of them clung to each other, cleansing tears fell down unchecked for a timeless time.
Harry wiped his nose on his sleeve, forgetting his lessons. Sirius pulled out a handkerchief then banished it. And conjured a bright orange and green one to blow his nose, making Harry cough with laughter.
"That's better."
It wasn't for him that Sirius escaped. The compulsion for revenge is what had driven Sirius out of Azkaban. If Wormtail hadn't been pictured, would Harry still be at the Dursleys? He shuddered.
Then sunlight hit a golden bloom, and Harry noticed the flowering plant near him. It couldn't be, but it was. It really was! And not bumblebees but little winged ladies attended it.
"Sirius!" Harry whispered, "Do you see this? Look!"
Padfoot didn't recognize the plant, but he wasn't the herbologist that Neville was.
"Slughorn has been looking to source this whatchamacallit. Something for the Astoria project. He had a good drawing and pictures."
Summoning Neville's elf, Clive, without asking, Neville was soon with them.
"OH! You found a wormancia melia frumentum nitidioribus. Good job, Harry! Hi Sirius. What a day! I'll tell you what happened at the bank later tonight at dinner. For now, I am here to transplant this beauty. I brought my tools just in case."
Harry was jealous, Neville had obviously been practicing his pronunciation! Of course, at Slughorns, Harry seemed to forget that Neville had pronounced the words just fine. Heir Black preferred HIS nickname for the plant.
Sirius and Harry watched in fascination as Neville petted the plant, gently shooing the now upset and scolding fairies aside. He explained to everyone, including the little ladies, what he was going to do and why.
Neville unrolled a wide leather tool kit and got out several items. Including prepared containers.
The fairies inspected the large pot that already had a good mix of soil and fertilizer in the bottom of it. They then looked at his tools. Satisfied, they waited. They would help at the right time.
He then unrolled a large tarp and dug around the plant in a wide circle, making sure that there were no other magical plants within the area. Then he started waving his wand.
Soon, a large divot appeared in the meadow as the plant and related dirt was transferred to the tarp. Before Neville had a chance, fairies used their magic to fill more of the pot with the native dirt and dove in, like into a swimming pool, to mix the soil. One little lady pointed imperiously to Neville to get a small tendril of a seedling nearby that had also taken root. Neville pulled out a separate small pot for it, and again was helped by the fairies as an astonished Harry and Sirius gaped.
Then it was time to water and Neville asked for Harry to do his rain spell, "Light rain, please. We don't need a deluge."
The plant was now in a nice large pot, being petted by Neville.
He then turned to the fairies around the plant, checking on it and helping it 'recuperate'. "If you like, you can come to the greenhouse not far from here. You wouldn't be far from home."
The ladies gathered into a circle and buzzing sounded forth. The leader that had bossed Neville around nodded her head, and they all landed on the edges of the pot, ready to go.
Sirius clapped softly, "A hundred points to Gyffindor! Well done, lad!"
Neville blushed while cleaning and packing up tools. His elf, waiting patiently nearby, snapped his hands clean.
Harry offered him a sandwich, but Neville declined, "No, I need to get this inside the greenhouse or it will get cranky."
"Well, if you're not staying for lessons, at least do the animagus meditation, right?" Harry begged.
Neville nodded, "Yes, my lord. I promise, my lord." Neville jested. "See ya!"
And his elf and him popped away, Harry knew that he had only gone back up to the house.
"Sirius, you know why we found this don't you? When we were getting desperate? It's a key ingredient to the blood cleanser."
The animagus shook his head, "No, I don't really know. But you do, don't you?"
"The Power we pray to! HE led us here. I am very grateful. I think that we are definitely on the right track towards a cure."
Sirius nodded sagely, "That reminds me, we still need to go to Gringotts and collect Charlus' trunk. Just in case it can help."
"Fine, fine. But later. For now, are we finally going to do animagus stuff or was that another prank?"
"Me prank you? Never!" Sirius demanded in a faux hurt tone, "Well, not over something like this."
Sirius showed Harry the best posture for meditating, "First, picture your…"
They were interrupted by the call of a flying raptor. A graceful golden eagle swooped in and landed on a wide lower branch of a nearby tree.
"Does it have a letter?" Harry queried, not seeing one. Getting up, Harry walked over to see what was going on.
The large raptor transformed into a lovely lady with short dark hair. Harry fell in astonishment. It was his godmother! Sirius and he shared a look of utter shock.
Clearly Sirius didn't remember, or didn't know.
"I told you I like to fly." Darlene smirked.
**OO**
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A/N: Recommended Story: your story recommendation here!
Reboot by kallanit(?) Harry, Hermione and Snape all die during the Battle of Hogwarts. They plan and Snape is sent back to change it all. Lily is not his soulmate but he does have one.
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Ɠ Goblin language