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Lily and James didn't tell Harry about Mrs. Figg because they never knwe that she was his baby sitter. They didn't know that Sirius had been arrested, and when they found out, they assumed that he and Menolly had devorced or something.
Chapter Sixteen:
It was three days before Arabella Figg came to see them as she'd promised to do, though Harry often saw her from a distance when he went to the shops or out for a walk.
When she did come, it was in the middle of lunch, Harry and Sirius were seated at the table, their conversation wandering over various fields of thought, when suddenly there was a pounding on the door, which burst open before either of them could stand and Arabella Figg burst into the room, grinning from ear to ear and waving a sheaf of paper around in the air.
Harry bounded to his feet and offered her a chair; the woman was panting to hard to speak, but still waving the paper around, as if she couldn't stop.
Harry took it carefully out of her hand so it didn't rip and handed it to Sirius, who read it quickly, eyes darting down the paper. Suddenly a look of complete joy and surprise swept over his face and he fainted. Harry picked up the paper again and read through it himself.
Dearest Bell,
It's great to hear from you, and the news! Well, I'm coming back as soon as possible, I just have a few things to take care of! Oh, this is wonderful! Tell Sirius that he's a father now! Our daughters name is Eliza Black – I kept the name that he wanted her to have.
Her terms nearly over now, and I'm putting our house on the market – where should I come to? Send an owl back as fast you can! Oh I can't wait to see Sirius again!!!!
Your old friend,
Menolly Black.
"No wonder he fainted," Harry remarked to Arabella, who nodded, still panting. Harry walked over to the sink and got a glass of water for her, which she gulped at for a moment, managing to calm down a little.
'Wow! If I was still alive, I'd be a godfather! And you're a god brother!' James said, Harry could almost feel his father bouncing up and down in happiness.
He smiled, and looked at Arabella. "So you're a witch," he said, and it wasn't a question. Arabella nodded.
"Wish I could have told you," she remarked. "I'm one of your godmothers, actually – Menolly is the other one."
Harry immediately started asking his parents questions about why they hadn't mentioned this already, while he asked Arabella aloud if she wanted something to eat or drink.
She declined both. "Perhaps you should get your godfather up," she remarked, a laugh in her voice.
"Hmm … good idea – it's time I got him back for all the times that he's woken me," Harry said, grinning wickedly, suddenly a cloud appeared above Sirius's head and a heap of water came pouring down on top of him.
Sirius woke up and bounded his feet with a yelp of surprise. Harry laughed at him and spoke one word: "payback."
Sirius laughed, then remembered why he'd fainted in the first place, and collapsed into a chair. "I'm a father," he said, eyes wide with shock.
Arabella had got her breath back now. "Yes, so you are. It's a good thing that this house has a few extra bedrooms, since they'll need a place to stay!" She told him, grinning.
"I have to send a letter back," Sirius was suddenly on his feet and searching for quill and parchment. Harry sighed softly and summoned both things, shoved his godfather into a chair and went to find Hedwig to take the letter back.
In his room the young phoenix was perching on a low wooden perch that Harry had bought for it, not too far off the ground so that if it tried to fly or fell off, it wouldn't have far to fall.
Hedwig was perched within her cage, watching the phoenix with interest, there was no trace of like or dislike in her amber eyes, but she flew from the cage to settle on Harry's shoulder as he came inside the room.
Harry looked around the rest of the room, smiling to himself. He'd found time to get to London and buy some more things for his room, and now there were curtains over the windows that seemed to be made out of fire, or at least be on fire in the first place.
There were various pictures of Seekers and Quidditch teams moving over the walls, not one team in particular, as he didn't really follow any one team, but plenty of pictures nonetheless.
Entering the kitchen again, he found Sirius staring at the parchment in front of him, as if unable to think of what to write. So far all that it said was, "Dearest Menolly," and the date.
Harry shook his head, and Arabella rolled her eyes. Telling Hedwig to wait with Sirius, Harry wandered outside, Arabella following him and leaving Sirius to figure out this dilemma for himself.
"This will be good for him," Harry remarked softly.
"It will be good for you both," Arabella answered, just as quiet. "You need a woman in your life, someone to teach you about responsibility, caring and love. Heaven knows Sirius couldn't be trusted with that."
Harry laughed and nodded in agreement. "So why have you moved away from Little Whinging, Mrs. Figg?" He asked her, thinking of it only then.
"I only stayed to keep an eye on you – this place was my families home, and I came back here a month gone. Then you turned up again, and it seems that I'll be helping to look after you again," Arabella remarked. "And please, call me Arabella."
"Arabella it is then," Harry replied, smiling at her. He liked her better this way, as a young woman who'd been friends with his mother, rather than the old woman who'd been obsessed with her cats.
They talked of little things, the weather, old memories, Hogwarts, Sirius, the house, Harry's parents, and even a few words about cats. Sirius never once came outside the house, and eventually Arabella left and Harry went inside to find Sirius still pouring over his letter, which had, at least, gotten somewhat longer, although crumpled up pieces of parchment covered the floor.
Harry laughed at the sight, and took a picture before Sirius could stop him, which led to a chase all around the house, changing forms and darting this way and that, until they both collapsed, panting and laughing in front of the TV.
Sirius had been very surprised at the TV, but once Harry had explained it, he took to loving the thing, so they ended up watching TV most nights, though Harry often took himself away and went outside to stare up at the starry sky and wonder what life could have been like had things not happened the way they had.
***
A week later Hedwig returned with a note from Menolly saying that she'd be arriving in two weeks time. Harry immediately sent his owl off to the Weasley's place to ask Ron and Hermione to come and stay for a while, since Sirius was not being very good company lately.
They accepted and the entire Weasley clan came over for lunch, enabling Harry and Sirius to tell them what had happened so far in the holidays.
"Good for you Sirius!" Hermione said, when she heard about his wife coming back to, presumably, live with them.
"Welcome to the world of sibling rivalry," Ron muttered under his breath to Harry.
"I'm sure everything will be fine," Harry replied, keeping his voice at close to the same pitch. The children wandered up to Harry's room soon after that, especially once Hermione learned that Harry had a phoenix.
"Oh, but that's wonderful! It's ever so rare to have a phoenix, and they are incredibly loyal!" Hermione said, and immediately sat down on the floor beside the phoenix to pet it.
"Cool room Harry!" Ron said, looking around the room, wincing at a few of the photos, and grinning at others.
"We'll go up to Black Manor tomorrow, and play Quidditch, go to the Library, and I'll show you my room there as well," Harry said, grinning happily.
"Cool!" Ron replied, grinning, and then Harry took them to see there own rooms.
They spent a good two weeks, although Sirius got increasingly nervous with each passing day, none of them could blame him, and just tried to keep out of his way.
On the last day of their visit, the day before Menolly was due to arrive, Sirius had them all in a frenzy of cleaning, to make sure that the house was absolutely spotless for his wife's arrival.
'I never thought I'd see the day that Sirius wanted to clean something,' James remarked to Harry that night, after Ron and Hermione had used the Floo Network to get back to the Burrow.
'How old is Eliza?' Harry asked.
'She's almost a year younger than you, she would have had her fifteenth birthday just before you left Hogwarts, so she'll be in your year,' Lily replied.
'Ah, that's good … I think. What about Menolly?'
Harry had asked all this before. It turned out that Menolly, Lily and Arabella had been the best of friends when they'd been in school, and the female equivalent of the Marauders, although the girls actually paid attention to their schoolwork, and generally managed to avoid getting in trouble with the teachers.
Harry fell asleep that night with his parents' voices arguing in his mind, and dreamt of their days in Hogwarts, which they had allowed him to see.
When he woke in the morning, it was to Sirius shaking him, trying to get him up. "Come on! Get up! Have a shower! Get dressed – and wear good clothes!' His godfather told him, before racing off downstairs to check on something.
Harry dragged himself out of bed and threw open the wardrobe. "Muggle clothes or wizard?" he yelled downstairs at his godfather.
"Wizard!" Sirius yelled back. "And not the Seeker robes! Menolly might find them intimidating!"
'She won't. It takes a lot to intimidate Menny,' Lily said. 'But how about wearing blue jeans, a white top and that nice emerald over-robe with the gold around the edges?'
'Sounds good to me, what do you think dad?' Harry replied.
'Good,' Was James only response.
Harry laughed, collected his clothes and headed for the shower.
When he came out and headed downstairs to the kitchen, he was engulfed with black smoke. 'Uh oh, looks like Sirius decided to try his hand at cooking,' James remarked wickedly.
Harry sighed, called on the air elementals and sent the smoke whisking away outside. In the kitchen, he found Sirius, covered from head to foot with charcoal, and a burning ruin with might have once been an oven.
"Alright, upstairs and into the shower with you!" Harry ordered his godfather with a sigh. "Change clothes, and clean those ones properly, leave the cooking to me!"
Sirius seemed only too happy to obey, disappearing upstairs with incredible speed. Harry surveyed the ruined oven, the waved his hand at it, using Wandless magic to take it back to the way it had been.
He didn't even try to figure out what Sirius had been cooking, but set about making a roast – he'd done it often enough at the Dursley's to know the way to do these things.
When Sirius came back downstairs looking clean, shaven and handsome, his face alight with happiness and laughing at his mistake, he found the table set for breakfast.
"They won't be here for another couple of hours," Harry told his godfather. "Sit down and eat something – you can't just starve yourself until they come!"
Sirius did as he was told.
Finally, in the early afternoon, there was a knock on the door. Sirius actually overset the kitchen table in his haste to get there, leaving Harry to clear up the mess with a wave of his hand, before following his godfather into the hall.
In the doorway stood an incredibly beautiful woman, 'almost as pretty as Sky was,' Harry thought to his parents.
'Our Menny was never just one of the crowd,' Lily replied. At her side was a girl, tall and willowy, with long hair falling in jet black waves to her hips, her eyes were the same gentle grey that Sirius's were, and her features as perfect as her mothers.
They were both wearing robes, Eliza's were pale blue with silver around the edges, and Menolly's were of a bright, vibrant gold, setting out her dancing eyes and golden-blonde hair.
Sirius bounded forwards and swept her off her feet in a hug, which she returned, kissing his teasingly on the lips. "Oh Syr, it's so good to see you again!" Her voice was low and throaty, going well with her very 'out there' attitude and appearance.
Sirius set her down again and embraced his daughter. "It's nice to meet you, finally, father," Eliza said, her grey eyes dancing playfully, clashing with her polite phrasing.
Her voice was sweet and musical, and even though she was incredibly beautiful, Harry did not once think of her as anything other than the girl who was to be his sister. He knew that she'd be turning the heads of all of the boys in Hogwarts, if she came there, but he felt no more than brotherly affection.
When Sirius let her go, after greeting her with complete joy and happiness in his voice, she slipped away to join Harry.
"Hi, I'm Harry, Sirius's godson," Harry told her, smiling happily. "Do you want me to show you around the house?"
"Sure, that'd be great!" Eliza replied, linking arms with him. "We can leave them to have long conversations about the passed and catch up on everything."
"Do you like Quidditch?" Harry asked her, showing her around the bottom floor of the house.
"Do I ever! It's the best sport in the world! American's don't like it much … I can't see why! Some of my friends and I played over in America – I was a Beater," Elisa said brightly, smiling happily.
Glancing at her, Harry noted that while she was willowy and graceful, anyone who mistook her for weak was in for a big surprise. And probably quite a painful one.
Chatting amiably, they wandered around the house, and Harry showed her the three rooms she could choose for her bedroom. "It's so clean, Mom always said that I inherited my messy habits from me," Elisa remarked, staring around the house.
"Oh, don't worry about that – you did. He just wants to make a good impression. He blew up the oven this morning," Harry replied. "And of course I was the one who had to clean it up."
Elisa laughed. "Want to go out for a fly?" she asked him, grey eyes bright with the same expression that Sirius wore when he was about to go flying.
Harry grinned. "Sure!" he replied brightly, and raced into his own room to get his broom. On the way downstairs, they could hear Sirius and Menolly talking happily in the living room.
Elisa picked up a broomstick from the baggage at the door, and they headed outside, Harry led the way to a secluded clearing where they could fly without disturbing the Muggles.
"So you're a Seeker are you? Show me some of your flying!" Elisa said, and Harry, never to turn down a challenge, took off in a series of swoops, dives and turns that impressed her no end.
"Wow! None of my friends could fly like that! None of them were anywhere near as good as I was either … I guess there must be something that runs in the family, even if there is the love of flying to begin with," she told him.
"Show me what you can do?" Harry offered her, and, laughing, she did so. They spent almost three hours there, though neither of them really noticed the passing of time.
They got on like a house on fire, daring each other to do this or that putting each other through tests of courage and daring and talking all the while of friends and experiences.
"I've never had much to do with guys," Elisa said. "Apart from the ones that I've known pretty much since the time I was born, they're my friends, with a couple of girls as well, but the rest of them just stare, or ask me out, or try to kiss me," she made a face. "I'm glad your not like that!"
Harry laughed. "The same goes for me, at least as far as the not having much to do with girls. One of my two best friends is a girl, but she's a book worm, and she started dating my other best friend sometime last year – they haven't realised that I know yet … no one else does…"
The time passed quickly, and as dark approached, they realised just how much had passed, and landed, racing each other to get to the house for dinner.
"You kids have fun?" Menolly asked. "Let me look at you, Harry," she added, Harry obediently stood back and allowed her to look him over. Suddenly she bounded forward and hugged him.
"Well godson of mine, I hope you and my daughter had fun," she said, smiling.
"We did!" Elisa said brightly. "We played Quidditch, Harry's a Seeker, and he's really good."
"You're no pushover yourself. Are you coming to Hogwarts?" Harry replied.
Elisa looked at her mother. "Of course she is!" Menolly replied, as if it was perfectly obvious. "The only reason she never came before was because I didn't want her being teased about her father!"
"Cool!" Harry and Elisa said at once. "If you're in Gryffindor, you'll be able to join the team – we are short a Beater at the moment!" Harry continued as they sat down around the table for dinner.
Three days later Elisa insisted on inviting Ron and Hermione over so that she could meet them. Sirius shrugged when asked and went to talk to Arthur through the fire.
It was organised remarkably quickly, and Ron and Hermione would arrive for another week in two more days.
Elisa and Harry gave each other a high five and dashed off to visit their godmother, Bella, as she was now called by both of them.
Watching them run off, Sirius smiled. "She's good for Harry," he remarked. "He needed to get to know more young people, he wasn't all that comfortable with them last year, for all he was pretty much the leader of their group … Eli is very out going and Harry's becoming more and more like her with each passing hour."
Menolly nodded, resting her head on his shoulder. "It's so good to be back here … we really should go and talk with Professor Dumbledore about what's going to happen with school this year, though."
"Tomorrow, we'll take the kids with us," Sirius decided after a moments thought.
***
Not so far away another mind was thinking of the Hogwarts headmaster, but with no such ideas about visiting him.
Voldemort sprawled over a large stone chair and thought of murder.
You always suspected me, Dumbledore … but like the fool you were, you never did anything about me … until it was too late for your precious world! I will take over and you'll suffer! You and your friends will suffer for your defiance of me! Don't you realise that I am the future? You cannot defeat me … Potter can try but he'll never defeat me again … What did he learn in the Seekers Academy? If anyone ever won the right to go there, it was ME, not Dumbledore's foolish little golden boy!
Ooh, he'll suffer greatly for every time he foiled my plans, every time he just escaped from me … yes, he'll suffer, along with his old mentor, Dumbledore …
Voldemort knew that the thoughts were insane, but he didn't care. Fools like Dumbledore said that insanity was a bad thing, and Dumbledore never spoke the truth, therefore it was good that he was insane …
A knock on the chamber door interrupted his mad, rambling thoughts, and the Dark Lord straightened himself on his throne, and snarled at the knocker to enter.
Peter Pettigrew, the stinking little rat pushed the door open and scampered into the room, looking nervously this way and that.
"What do you want, Wormtail?" Voldemort snarled coldly.
The man shuddered when his masters' gaze swept across him, and almost took a step back … almost.
"We checked at Black Manor, master, we did everything you told us to do, but Potter wasn't there, Master," he whined.
Voldemort nearly killed the man then and there for that. The whining was really starting to get on his nerves.
As if he sensed this, Peter backed away slightly, eyes wide and afraid behind the silver mask. And that was the only one who could have brought me back to proper life … that is the only reason he still lives, Voldemort thought in disgust.
"Well what are you doing back here? They'll come back soon enough! Watch and wait, Wormtail, and kill them when they come!" Voldemort's raised to a shriek of madness, and he could almost taste the triumph of knowing that his long time enemy would soon be dead … and with him, the Potter line.
Peter bowed and backed out fast.
A moment later another knock came, sharp and cruel, not small and weak like Peter's knock had been.
"Enter!" Voldemort growled.
The door opened and Severus Snape stepped in, black robes billowing around him, he strode forward until he was two meters away from his master, and bowed perfectly.
A good Death Eater, Severus, Voldemort mused. It was a pity that he couldn't trust the man as he had before – he still could not be sure whether the man was friend or foe.
"What have you to report, Severus?" He asked, voice silky.
"There are a set of prisoners who are willing to join your ranks, Master," Severus replied, voice cool and fearless. "Would you like to take care of them yourself, or leave them to your Inner Circle?"
"Bring them here tomorrow morning, Severus, they will have the honour of being marked by my own hand!" the dark lords' voice was as silky as Severus's own.
Severus bowed once more and retreated, not staying long enough to try his master's patience.
Stepping into the hall, Severus Snape shivered slightly. Voldemort was mad – stark raving mad! It was a pity that he was a madman with a longing for pain and suffering, and a madman who was smart enough not to get caught.
Cursing the folly of a young man, fresh out of school, who'd joined the Death Eaters because they were powerful and to get revenge on Potter and Black, Severus stalked away down the corridor.
At Bella's house, the young woman was laughing with her two godchildren about various things that had happened recently. She was still coming to terms with finding them again, after so long apart – not in the least was the joy of finding out that she had a goddaughter, not just a godson.
The pair, though they'd known each other for a scant few hours, almost a day, were inseparable, always laughing and joking, challenging one another to do this or that.
Arabella loved them both so much, she almost wished that she had found a man she'd liked and settled down to have children of her own, but she'd always been wary of the opposite sex … except for Remus, but Remus and she couldn't have been together, because he was a werewolf, and werewolves can't marry.
But he wasn't any more, she reminded herself. She could go and see him, see if she still loved him, after all of these years … yes, she would have to do that, and soon.
Smiling to herself, and at her god children, Arabella made her decision.
Shortly after this Sirius and Menolly turned up to collect Harry and Elisa, to go and see Dumbledore.
"What's he like?" Elisa asked, nervous for the first time in the short period of time that Harry had known her.
"He's great," Harry replied, grinning happily. "I won't tell you that much, it'd ruin the surprise!" Elisa punched him lightly on the shoulder in response.
Sirius and Menolly had gone ahead to open the Floo network so that they could come through that, because they didn't want anyone finding out that Elisa – or Menolly for that matter – was back in England. Menolly had borrowed Harry's invisibility cloak.
A moment later Sirius's head appeared in the fire. "Come on through kids, just say Dumbledore's Office, ok?"
"Right dad!" Elisa saluted her father, who winked and disappeared from the fire place. "I'll go first," Elisa told Harry, who merely nodded.
She threw some powder onto the fire and yelled out the destination, and then she was gone.
Harry waited for a minute, then repeated the performance, stepping out of the fire a moment later into Dumbledore's familiar office. His godparents and Elisa were standing a little ways away from the fire to give him room to get out.
Albus Dumbledore himself was seated behind his large desk, and Fawkes was perched on his shoulder.
"Ah Harry! There you are. Now, perhaps, Sirius could tell me the meaning of all this excitement?"
Sirius needed no second bidding, and leaped into the tale, telling it from the beginning but telling only the necessary bits of information.
When he finished, Dumbledore nodded. "Ah, this makes much more sense now. Elisa, you'll be wanting to start school here, I presume?"
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore," she replied, smiling happily at him.
"Well, I certainly see no reason that you shouldn't. Would you like be Sorted here and now or would you rather wait until school starts?"
"Now," Elisa said firmly.
*Elisa's PoV**First person*
The nice old man, Headmaster Dumbledore, took an old and really battered hat off the shelf. Much to my surprise, when he put it on the desk in front of my, it spoke.
"Is it time for a new lot of students already?" It asked, I'm not quite sure who it was talking to. "I haven't finished the new song yet … I'd thought I had another month at least!"
"You do, we've just got a new comer to the school who'd rather be sorted without all of the fuss and bother of the normal Sorting ceremony. She'll be joining Sixth Year," Dumbledore explained to it.
I nearly laughed, it looked so silly, talking to a hat like that. And the hat talking as well.
"Well, let's get this over with then!"
Dumbledore's blue eyes twinkled, and he put the hat on my head. It fitted almost perfectly.
Ah, a Black eh? Your father was a trouble causer, and it seems like you'll be his match too. And a good friend of Mr. Potter too? You do have some connections.
Well, let me think, where would you go – there's bravery, and friendship, loyalty, brains … even if you don't have all that much of a regard to use them.
'Please, I want to be in Gryffindor,' I told it, as firmly as I could think.
Gryffindor eh? Well … I can't deny that you'd do well there, and your foster brother would be good company for you … yes, Gryffindor does suit your personality well enough.
GRYFFINDOR.
It spoke the last word out loud, and I was very happy about that, opening my eyes and looking at my parents, I saw them glowing with pride.
My brother, as I always think of Harry Potter, was smiling at me, he was proud too, in his own way.
***
When Ron and Hermione arrived two days later, they became immediate friends with Elisa and Menolly, Hermione loved having another girl in their little group.
"Hey! We can be the Marauders Generation Two now!" Elisa said suddenly on the second night of the visit. "There are four of us, and Harry and I are both Marauders children!"
"Yeah!" Ron and Harry both looked delighted with the notion. Hermione was a little more hesitant, but she agreed fairly quickly, especially for her.
"We'll have to swear the Marauders Oath," Harry remarked – he and Elisa had heard all about it from Sirius since Elisa had come.
"The Marauders Oath?" Hermione repeated, frowning slightly.
"Yeah," Harry nodded vigorously. "You have to swear to cause as much trouble for the Slytherins as you possibly can, and never let an opportunity for a prank pass by without taking it!"
Ron and Hermione both laughed. "That sounds like the kind of thing that Sirius would swear," Hermione remarked.
"I mightn't know my father that well, but I know that as well," Elisa said, grinning happily.
"So will we all swear?" Harry asked them, slightly impatient.
"Swear!" Three voices echoed, one slightly behind the rest. They all repeated the Oath in perfect union, and then let out a cheer and raced inside, because it was getting cold out.
Inside they found Sirius and Menolly, lying on the couch before the fire, Sirius's arms gently circling Menolly's waist, staring into the fire without seeming to see the four teenagers go passed.
"They are really good for each other, aren't they, love?" Menolly remarked sleepily to Sirius.
"Definitely," Sirius agreed. "Harry was taught never to trust anyone while we were at Seekers Academy, I'm just glad that I was there with him, to keep him company and stop him from completely withdrawing himself. They are teaching him to come out again, and I'm grateful for that."
Menolly nodded. "Even when we first arrived, I could feel it. Well, Eli will cure him of that fast enough – you can't not trust Eli, she's always so happy and open."
Sirius smiled, and kissed her forehead. "Come on then, we can make our children dinner," he said brightly.
Menolly bounded to her feet, wand in hand as she spun around to face him. "Put one hand near that oven and I'll curse you to hell and back!" She warned.
Sirius laughed and raised his hands as if to ward off a blow. "Very well love, you can go and make dinner for our children. I'll go and make sure that they behave themselves up there!"
"You mean you'll give them lessons in how to break the rules without appearing to have done so, and school them in the art of telling lies that can be believed," Menolly said, scowling good naturedly.
"Same thing," Sirius replied with a shrug, and padded upstairs.
Menolly shook her head and walked into the kitchen, wondering what she was going to cook for her family tonight.
Upstairs Harry, Ron, Hermione and Elisa were hiding beneath the Invisibility cloak, watching in silent mirth as Sirius searched for them. They'd changed clothes into warmer ones, and were going outside as soon as the coast was clear.
It didn't take long to get passed Sirius and downstairs, Menolly certainly never looked up, so getting outside from then on was easy enough.
Once they were outside, they headed for their forest, as they thought of it, although it was actually a public one, they were pretty much the only people who ever went in there regularly.
Finding the clearing that they often played Quidditch – or at least flew – in, they took of the cloak and sat around on the ground beneath the trees.
"What are we doing tonight?" Ron asked interestedly.
"I want to teach you how to become Animagi like me and Sirius," Harry replied. "And I want to try something that I learned in Atlantis as well, but I might not do that tonight."
He'd told Elisa about that, and about the powers that he commanded – he'd told Arabella as well, since he'd woken Sirius up with Elemental Magic.
"But won't the Ministry realise?" Hermione asked worriedly.
"That's why I'm going to take off the spell that monitors your wands, although Elisa can use magic – she isn't monitored, since she's from America," Harry replied.
Ron raised a small cheer. "Finally! I can get Fred and George back … they've been absolute hell, playing pranks on Ginny, Hermione and I twenty-four seven with magical spells," he said. Hermione nodded in fervent agreement.
Harry held out his hands and took Ron's wand, concentrating on it for a moment, he could feel the spell that had been woven there. Having forgotten the charm that Sirius had used on his own wand, all those months ago, he simply snatched at some of the Wandless Magic that was in his mind, and drew out to blast the other spell out of the way.
With a slight shake of his head to clear his vision from the magical explosion that only he could see, Harry handed Ron's wand back and waited for Hermione to give him hers.
A seconds thought got rid of that spell too, and this time he closed his eyes so that the explosion of light didn't affect him so much.
He handed her wand back, and she quickly looked over it and made sure that there was no damage done to it. Ron did the same while Elisa watched calmly.
Harry talked to them, telling them about the transformation, he'd already told Ron and Hermione about it, when they were visiting last, but tonight they weren't doing much, mostly just taking the spells off.
They turned to go back, and saw black shapes on the path, Elisa yelped in surprise, as did Hermione, Harry tested his weapons, as he'd been trained to do when startled.
"Well, well, well, what have we got here?" A cold voice asked, sending shivers down Harry's spine.
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