Harry Potter's Secret Weapon
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A/N: Thanks to my wonderful Beta, LtsHrIt4ThBoyz.
New Pureblood Graftees - NPGs - 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.
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Chapter 26 - Changing States
Tuesday, August 2nd, the former Malfoy home
Cursebreakers didn't understand the readings they were getting. Bill Weasley, who was the project lead, took out his mirror. He wasn't wasting time or resources when they had the perfect person nearby.
"Moody? I would like to hire you for the day at Hamptworth, standard Master's salary. I think you'll work about a half an hour, but I will pay you for the full day.
"Malfoy place? Anything living left in the dungeons?" Alastor asked, concerned. He didn't need more nightmare fuel, but could always get obliviated later if necessary.
"No, no. That's not the issue. Lady Malfoy's…boudoir. I'm scared, and need you to hold my hand, and maybe buy me ice cream later."
Moody laughed. He'd visited the Burrow when Bill was a little 'un. The serious child would ask him questions about his and Chaz Potter's favorite adventures. Bill looked to him as a mentor in this field, and started out with Alastor's old tent, copies of his best books, and a blank journal that Mad-eye gave him to record his daily discoveries.
Moody joined the team, wishing he had made a bet with the lad. A strong notice-me-not and compulsions to leave? That witch had been strong. Strong and dangerous.
His skills were needed throughout the house, but indeed, it was the bedroom that revealed the treasure. And the note. Honestly! She kept the note from Lady Greengrass? This was pure pureblood nonsense! Thanking Lady Malfoy for providing the means to rescue a daughter of House Greengrass.
This little witch was going to be a future daughter-in-law and Narcissa got paid for the means to help her survive?
Here! Here was proof Narcissa Black was evil.
Moody called Lord Black first, who offered him twice the standard finders fee, a whopping ten percent, and told him to give it to Harry.
Harry was busy helping the twins with something, but when he got back, Sirius would give this money to him. It was only right as he was doing the actual work. (Sirius, as kind-hearted as he was, was raised a certain way. He would never think of giving Winky a percentage.)
Narcissa must be very, very angry about this loss. But after Draco's antics at the bank, she pulled what little she had from there and didn't put anymore in.
And Moody made a second call and warned Harry to avoid the witch. She would be actively trying to kill him.
"More than she has already? Didn't she know what her husband was doing with that basilisk?" Harry pointed out. "And with what magic? She'll need a wand with training wheels now."
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Wednesday, August 3rd, Saint Mungo's
Bartholomew Wintermist was most distraught to be given this duty, but he drew the short straw.
Nothing they could do, not even with Potions Master Severus Snape providing strengthening draughts per the lady's requests had helped.
He had even visited her, and brought her experimental draughts. Expensive ingredients, all wasted.
Well, it was time to stop the drain on resources. This was a magical hospital. He had the necessary identification cards ready.
"Lady Malfoy? Your care here is at an end. There is nothing more we can do for you. I have the address and cards that will see you treated in a nearby facility."
"What are you talking about? Do you know how hard I have worked for Saint Mungo's? The fund raising I have arranged? How much we, the Malfoys, have donated? It's probably due to us that you even have a job; much less a salary!"
The man had heard rumors that she received a 'fee' for such services that equated to about half of those donations.
"We do not treat your kind here, my lady. No offense."
Her hand went unconsciously to her dark mark. "What?"
"Your magical index is far too low for us to treat you. You need to go to this hospital. It's not far, and you can call a cab just outside the back doors."
"Back doors? Back doors? That's the muggle entrance! You're sending me to a muggle hospital?!"
She picked up her wand, and she felt it. She'd spent much of the last few days unconscious. None of the treatments to attach a replacement limb had worked.
She uttered the light spell, and it glowed as brightly as a wet candle, sputtering and weak.
"I see."
"Your robes were cleaned and repaired. I'll send an assistant to help you dress, but we do have some muggle clothes that we could loan you if you plan to go there directly."
Narcissa glared at him and pointed her wand.
"I remind you that I am a healer. If you try to hurt me, you will not like the consequences. I am trying to help you. Please don't make this more difficult than it already is. Something's happened to your magic, and we have monitored your core. It is not hurt, but not refilling. We have seen nothing like this before. It's as if you have been blocked from the source of your magic. Can you please tell me what happened so I can document it?"
"Sirius Black and Harry Potter stole my magic!" the former witch spat. Let Rita hear that, and write something scathing. It was true for the first, and connected to the second. All of this started when Sirius took that nexus of change in as his own son.
An assistant came in with a peach dress that would only cover down to the knees or so. Behind it was a flowery shirt and trousers. Were they expecting Lucius to wear that?
"Where's the rest? Where's the rest of the dress?"
"I assure you my lady. This is the latest fashion. You could wear the dress, or the pants and blouse."
Narcissa should have killed Sirius when he refused to take the mark that day. She should have just killed him instead of obliviating him.
"I am not wearing trous. I am a lady."
The woman put aside the pants, and helped her into the dress. It really did barely cover her knees.
She dressed and her husband was brought in. His leering look was enough to have her change her mind. He'd been staying there with her more because he had nowhere else to go than true concern. And it was free.
"Can I floo to Saint Martín's from here?"
Healer Wintermist's eyes went wide. "I do not believe that would be a wise course for you. Miss Fenwich, the girl that was hurt on your…she is being treated there! Her mother, father and grandfather are in and out of the facility regularly. I know as my sister works both there and here.
"Until that young lady has been discharged, I would give that facility a wide berth. Also, your husband is a wanted man in France. I have heard rumors, and no offense meant, that your son Draco might soon be up on charges as well, in regard to the girl's injuries."
The healer gave this information as he would give an unpleasant diagnosis. Truth to keep them safe.
With regrets for not killing Sirius when she had a chance, the woman chased all of the men out of the room and changed back into normal clothes.
As soon as Lord and Lady Malfoy were walking towards the floo, she turned to him, all smiles.
"You come near me, and I'll gut you with my poisoned dagger. I am still dangerous. And my Master will find a way to refill my magic. I have served him faithfully."
Since that is where they were headed now, Lucius merely nodded regally.
They ignored the witch who collected donations for treatment, though Lucius did finger his wand when she wouldn't give up and followed them to the floos.
Other than a few bandages and a few potions, they hadn't done much. Lucius would burn the place to the ground if he could. Maybe his Master could figure out a way to overcome the curse.
Seeing the long-term care ward, he did plan to return to get at least some revenge.
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Wednesday, August 3rd, Blackmoor Hall
Now that Sofia was on the mend, and no longer in danger, the family had returned to England the day before. Harry made a big show of greeting each of the new mounts and petting Nightwing to make sure that she knew she was a beautiful and wanted lady.
Harry had invited a smaller group of friends from the original birthday party for a bit of party redo without gifts, but with lunch and preserved delicious cake.
Neville, Fleur, and Gabrielle were the 'main' guests, along with Daphne and Adrian and their little sisters, Astoria and Evelyn. Teddy Nott was staying with Adrian, but he was truly welcomed. Luna Lovegood and Cedric Diggory were also invited. Harry had liked the quirky blonde girl, and she was back from her adventures with her father this week before looking for stork snacks or something. Harry hadn't really heard well.
Cedric was a bit embarrassed as Luna, Fleur, and Hermione were wearing modern but modest swimwear. But not the knees to shoulder swimwear that was fashionable in the wizarding world. Fashion that Harry happened to grab with both hands.
At least until his godmother finished healing all of the scars, that was. Which would hopefully be before the planned trip to visit the Delacours in mid-August.
Sirius set up the volleyball net again. It was fun showing the magical young people how to play a strictly muggle game. Not that they said anything about it. Fleur and Neville were already quite good at this game, as the two veela girls had been practicing at home.
It was getting close to lunch time, and Harry started to slip out of the pool to check on arrangements, but wasn't alone in getting out. Evelyn, Adrian's sister, pulled him to the side.
"Harry, I know I was invited for lunch, but please, sir. May I please take it with me to the shop? It's time for me to go to work."
Harry knew of no other eleven year old so dedicated to helping her mother.
"Of course. You get dressed, and I'll arrange it."
Harry called Winky, and asked the elf to organize a picnic for all the people at Queen Vicky's.
Evelyn's smile of thanks warmed his heart, and Adrian beamed. The girls all exchanged hugs before the clever young seamstress left to her tasks.
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Calladora was seen out to the pool by a curious Percy. "My lady?"
Luna stopped playing immediately. Her silvery eyes met the older lady and she gasped.
"YOU! You're here to teach me, aren't you? Well, I pictured myself a bit drier than now. Perhaps I should change first? Oh, I'm Luna. Luna Lovegood."
"Calladora Black, but you may call me auntie."
Luna curtseyed in the water, then floated herself out of the pool and walked to the cabana. Cedric gaped.
"What? You've never seen a curtsey before?" Hermione teased. She climbed out the regular way, armed and ready to take on any vicious bimble bees or whatever the girl had been warning about. Or Death Eaters. Or nasty young witches. Hermione had a variety pack of enemies to watch out for according to Moody.
Aunt Calladora had arrived for lunch with not one but two wrapped gifts. And neither were for Harry! Luna and Hermione were asked to join her after they changed.
"Hermione, I know that you have been told that you 'need glasses for your inner eye' or some such nonsense. But Seers are what they are. However, there are some skills, like scrying that anyone sensitive can learn. Can you please have your mother join us? You may open your gifts now.
The two excited girls opened crystal balls. Luna's was Aunt Calladora's second best orb. Hermione's was brand new. Both were on ornate stands that looked much older than Luna's crystal.
"Where's mine?" Harry complained.
Tonks answered that, coming in with her grandmother's orb. "Sorry, Harry. No boys allowed. Now, if you had true metamorphmagus powers, you could join us."
"I'll go help the elves finish up the lunch prep. At least I have no issue transforming into one of them." Suddenly his ears appeared to be the bat-like ears of an elf! (Much to Dora's shock and delight!) Thinking to himself, 'I have a dozen years of practice transforming into a house-elf.'
Harry popped away, sounding just like an elf when he did.
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The teens went to the gameroom after lunch. Cedric was still very impressed with the room and challenged Luna to one of the table games. Neville and Fleur played Candyland, a muggle game, with Gabrielle. The game was in English and would help Gabrielle learn more words.
After a very fun lunch together, Sirius had a blast teaching the young ones, raised magically, all about the games in the games room. Harry knew that his paternal guardian was really a big kid in an adult costume. Or was that a big puppy?
Walburga Black would have been spitting at the thought of a separate place for young people to play. There was the library or their rooms. Darlene was happy to have the dinging, swooshing, banging, and pinging noises far aware from the civility of her elegant living room.
Why did Harry insist on calling it the Immacula room? It was the formal parlor. Aunt Calladora and the other ladies joined her. Tonks was with the ladies at first, but couldn't resist Kingsley's challenge. And they had been talking for ages. (Well, a half-hour, but the prankster was near a gameroom and the Pranking Parlor workshop. And she was here sipping tea and talking about babies? Even the Minister's wife, Appoline!
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Harry liked being around these people. Neville was a brother in truth, and Harry was so glad that they had found one another after all this time. Daphne and Adrian both wore their pureblood masks in 'formal' situations, but swimming and playing games? They relaxed.
Harry beamed at Hermione. Having her in his life? Oh yes! This was the whipped cream on the very special sundae.
Harry challenged Adrian to foosball, taking Daphne as his partner, leaving Hermione out of it. Adrian bowed and asked the bright girl to aid him and the game was on!
Hermione smirked at seeing what Harry was doing and accepted the offer. She was good, very good at this game. The pair of them would be unbeatable!
After the first game, they switched up players, and Adrian taught Teddy the game. Astoria was talked into trying. They even included Gabrielle, with a conjured stool to help her reach the controls better.. No one was left out.
Harry's godparents came in later, to check on everyone, and set up the dessert table to serve cake. Three days late. The cake had a quidditch theme, with tiny players zooming around the quidditch pitched shaped cake.
Harry got his song, with all of the adults, even the ones working, coming out. Remus and Percy, Penny, came to sing and get a piece of cake before the adults went back to work.
Calladora, was there for Remus' and Clarice's wedding too, and Harry squeezed her hand as Darlene and her came out.
Harry cut into the lemon/raspberry delight that he had asked for. The quidditch players, interrupted, shook tiny fists but were set aside on the real game board at an empty place at the table to continue their game.
Harry hugged his godfather for the thoughtful gift, as it was definitely his work. Cedric and Adrian were both honestly impressed at the tiny enchanted players. Luna smiled. "I foresee many children asking for this for Yule by next year."
Darlene gave him a certificate for a set of flying lessons with the real Aiden Lynch. Harry laughed and hugged her warmly.
Darlene truly cared about not just Harry's health, but his happiness. She made a lovely mother for the boy.
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Wednesday, August 3rd, Parkinson Manor
The rough Romanian Death Eater really didn't want to be in Britain right now, especially delivering this news.
Accidents happened. It was the witch's own fault, but who would the parents believe?
"My lord, I am very sorry for your loss. The commander asked me to come. Since I speak your English. I bring the girl to rest here."
"Pansy? She's tired? Well, she started late - she heard Draco was taking the training after his first letter. Where is she?" Edmund demanded.
"Sir, I am not 'essplaining well. She…is…I mean…"
The man gave up and expanded the chest floating behind him. He took out the miniature coffin and expanded that.
"It was training ack-ci-dent. Don't let you wife look. Our undertaker not so good. Better to lay to rest remembering her as feisty witch."
The man then handed the still-as-a-stone father several photographs taken from memories. Pansy laughing, steely-eyed at target practice against muggles bound at the stake. She was ready to take the Mark. Proud to serve the cause.
Lady Parkinson came down just then, and saw the tableau; the uncomfortable man; the coffin. She gasped and lifted her wand.
The man activated his emergency portkey without warning; clearly he was in training as well, and her AK shattered the fine vase behind where he had been standing.
"It wasn't his fault! He was being respectful and bringing us the bad news!" Edmund barked.
The woman then aimed the wand at her husband. "YOU did this! YOU killed my baby! I didn't want her to go. I wanted her to stay home, take riding lessons, and dance lessons. There's going to be a ball! I bought her dress…"
Tears rolling down her face did not affect her aim. The woman then started shattering priceless antiques before aiming at her husband. The wards sensed her intent a moment too late. Like Kreacher discovered, it was death to kill the Lord of the House.
But the only breathing Parkinson was the NPG currently staying in France and who would resume his pureblood lessons from very willing teachers of Calladora Black and Augusta Longbottom upon their return. The former Johannes Jonker was now Parkinson. When the will was read, he was ready. He would petition for the portion bequeathed to Tom Riddle to be returned to the house as he was dead.
Aurors were called to the house by frantic house-elves, who also got a message to the goblins.
The house-elves would rather serve the servants of House Black than anyone the Ministry might try to impose as new owners of the Parkinson House and Seat.
No, Calladora Black had warned Remus and Clarice; the elves might know the truth, as did the goblins, but the ones in the know supported the sudden change from Dark to Light.
Before the day was done, a curse-breaking team was out to the home to check everything and do a deep cleanse.
And arranged for a suitable burial, supervised by the 'grieving' NPG heir.
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Wednesday, August 3rd, Blackmoor Hall
Percy had the dinner reservations made for Friday, and had the nice gaily wrapped gift baskets shrunken in his pocket.
The time for sneaking was over! He was going to work openly with these young brilliant witches, and pay them.
It wasn't fair for Percy to receive the pay for their work, and he was happy to share. Especially as he was now Steward. Well, co-steward. Something that gained full time pay for part time work.
And unlike Remus, the few prejudiced tenants left, didn't call Percy names behind his back like 'creature' or 'monster'.
As they finished their cake, Penny gasped at seeing the fancy card confirming the Japanese restaurant Tempura Joy and Sushi House written in English and Japanese. Clarice clapped her hands as well.
Percy had handed them the card first, then the baskets. "I just wanted you both to know how much I appreciate your help. Without it, I think first Crouch and now Umbridge would have sacked me long ago."
Clarice looked puzzled, but it was Penny who handed him the galleons back in the thank you note.
"Um, Perce? You know I love you, and would never prank you about something like this. I don't know what you are talking about. I have never helped you with your Ministry work. The Steward's job, sure, but not there. You know my feelings about the Ministry."
Percy blushed, and he turned to Clarice. She repeated Penny's movements, "I am very sorry Steward Weasley. I am happy to be yer secretary here, but remember who I am? Werewolf? Why would I touch one thing of your'n there, and risk gettin' ye in trouble? Nay, twas not me."
Percy was absolutely stumped. "But someone with a lot of language knowledge has been…" And suddenly the lumos went off in his head. Oh! "Winky? Could you please attend us in my office?" He called sweetly.
Winky popped in and curtseyed to the magicals there. Clarice returned the curtsey as though they were equals, as did Penny. Percy did the pureblood nod.
"Winky, just know that no one is mad. At you, or at anyone. I have been giving treats and thank-yous for work that I think someone else has been doing? You are such a kind and thoughtful elf. You would have access to Grimmauld Place, and I am kicking myself for not seeing it before. It was you, wasn't it? Who was my secret benefactor?"
Winky greened and swung from side to side; adorable in the little pinafore she was wearing today, but was silent. How did her cap stay on as she swayed? Clearly magic.
Karr popped in, and was nervous about interrupting, so reverted a bit to his patois. "Head-elf Winky? You's been doing witch's work. Please, tell the Steward the truth. He wants to reward you, no punish."
Percy, smiling, knelt to one knee, nodded, and extended a hand taking one of Winky's gently, "Of course I do!"
"Winky was practicing being free. And helping Master Percy as house-elves did long, long ago before we were enslaved. Winky, no, I choosing goodly person to help. Not like bad…"
Winky stopped, but didn't punish herself. It was against the rules of the House.
But Percy guessed. He knew who had been the most successful DIMC director in the history of the department. And he now knew the secret to his success.
Percy, without another word, turned to Karr and sent him to the store, "I need some cucumbers and other elf treats for our friend here. Winky doesn't like raw fish, so I will still take Remus, Clarice, and Penny to the restaurant on Friday. I'll have to send you and Dobby to wherever elves go on a date." Percy finished with a wink.
Winky greened deeper, but patted the young master's hand. Percy gave her a gentle hug and she popped away.
Karr looked angry for a moment about Winky being excluded from the meal, but no House-elves would ever be served at a British restaurant. That wasn't Master Percy's fault! But they could buy take-away as though it was for their masters.
When Master Harry built his village, things would begin to change. Karr knew it, and so did Winky.
Karr popped away, and Clarice struggled to keep her mind on her work. Her upcoming nuptials were heavy on her mind. There was nothing else to arrange for the wedding, so she should work. But she gave it up as a bad job.
"Thank ye for the thought, Percy. I'm going up to me room and start getting ready."
Winky returned to Harry's side, offering him the galleons to help with the NPGs and the people rescued from the Prewitt estate.
Most people would have refused; but Harry looked in her eyes and saw it. The great need to help others.
"We're going to build a brand new village with shops and a fountain and play park in the middle for children.
"May I use this gold to build a special house for free elves? We could have an employment service. You know, for parties, special events, or just to help out once a week. A place for elves to rest; relax when not working. To live. Without the pressure of being with humans." That small bit she gave him wouldn't be enough, but Harry made plans to sweeten it. Secretly.
Winky clapped her hands, "Oh! This be… is better than House-elf Exchange! Yes, please!"
'Winky's Welcome' might be a dream for now, but Winky was ready and accepted the white glove that Harry offered. She would continue to be his friend and his helper. But Winky joined the ranks of free elves.
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Wednesday, August 3rd, Gretna Green, 7:00 PM
In an event that some might consider rushed or rash, Remus married his love Clarice. Moony borrowed Sirius' dress robes while the bride borrowed Darlene's wedding dress. The tiara was a very good house-elf copy as Clarice had lost more than one thing in her past, and didn't want to lose that very valuable and historical item.
Sirius and Darlene were dressed in James' and Lily's clothes, bringing a tear to all of their eyes. One day, they would be reunited with their friends, but hopefully that day was far in the future.
Wearing the tiniest of Black betrothal rings (made by a father-in-law named Flint way back when), Clarice and Remus made their vows over the anvil. Remus brought forth matching wedding rings that were new if simple. They had been commissioned a week after meeting Clarice due to Moony's insistence.
Other than Clarice's mother, no other MacMillan came. She would have loved to have her grandda there, but he would never have come. She had her new family here, and was content.
Penny was there next to Darlene, and Percy was standing with Sirius and Remus.
Harry and Hermione, Aunt Calladora (who insisted on coming as she loved weddings) and many of their workers came to wish Steward Lupin much happiness.
Their sincere and simple gifts meant more to the couple than the fine and elaborate shows of wealth that Sirius and Darlene had received. Their gifts were homemade for the most part. Made with care.
Made for a werewolf couple that couldn't have children of their own, but were good mentors to the young people of the House.
Neville had created the bride's bouquet with Livy's and Karr's help. The fairies came along for luck; Neville was worried about them getting lost, so planned on making sure that they got back to Blackmoor via his boutonniere. Neville had several sweet smelling plants ready as a gift for their new home.
Harry and Hermione were ready too, and had the perfect wedding gift for the couple: One of the dowager houses, completely warded and safeguarded against intruders, and werewolf safe on the inside for nights of the full-moon.
Neither of their friends deserved to be locked in a dungeon. Never again.
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Thursday, August 4th, Riddle Manor
Draco was not in the room when the Dark Lord received the news about the Parkinson parents.
Draco was sad to hear about Pansy - now he was furious. If they had been betrothed, he could have a legal claim to the house and vaults. Now, it was all lost to some shirttail relative squeaking out a meager living with some owl order business or something.
Draco never even thought to ask about attending her funeral though. It wasn't like he cared about her.
He thought for sure that Marcus Flint was going to sign up, but when Draco brought him the contract ('...no need to read the fine print, just sign my friend.'), Marcus wasn't home.
Mr Jacoby Flint peered down at Draco, and smiled. He was a marked follower, though clearly not the brightest lumos of the clan, "Sorry, young dragon. My Marcus needs to do well at quidditch if he's going to have a chance at a job after school. He's at quidditch camp for the rest of ta month. He'll sign up when he gets back. I'll leave this here for him!"
"Um. No. I can't do that. Our master's orders."
"Well, it's always best to mind him, now. Here's a couple sickles for the train for treats. Shame about yer folks. We've plenty of eggs and vegetables if you ever have need."
"And just how many muggles have you killed for the dark lord?"
"ME? Oh, no, no. None. I'm the farmer, there's no sport in killin' muggles. You best be on yer way, now. I's gots work to be doing."
Muttering about house-elves disguised as wizards, Draco returned without his signed contract.
At least the man hadn't signed it himself!
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Thursday, August 4th, Durmstrang
The initial meetings for the TriWizard tournament were going to be restarted soon. Antonin Dolohov couldn't believe that he of all people was being chosen to return to Britain with the candidates.
He was very tight-lipped about his time in Azkaban, but it had been horrible. Ever since that terrible day he made the worst mistake of his life, he had secretly regretted it and repented of it. Antonin had been trying to figure out a way of removing the dark mark. Without removing his arm. And that was before Azkaban.
Flashback
How proud his father had been! He, and a small group of pureblood wizards had been led into a chamber where the once handsome but clearly insane man sat upon a throne. He was only supposed to be fifty or so years old, but looked at least double that, with slit eyes and nose, bald and more than a bit serpentine.
Antonin had been terrified. All he wanted to do was run, but he couldn't move.
Sirius Black had been part of that group, but he was too young to be there, maybe thirteen or fourteen. He was bound, but no tears fell. His mother Walburga had given him a choice: join the Dark Lord or die!
The stupid Gryffindor! His bodybind was released and he spat in her face! He then whirled to face the terrifying leader.
"I think that attacking muggles is wrong. We do it too much, and they will retaliate. Your actions risk us all."
The man clapped! He clapped! "Narcissa told me that you were intelligent in addition to being brave. Let him go. Obliviate him of this place, but let the boy go. His blood is too pure to waste. Remember this, Heir Black. You were once in my power, and I showed mercy."
The boy, and he was a boy in truth, bowed elegantly. "Thank you, my lord."
Narcissa herself was waved over to escort him out. She overdid the obliviate though, and he remembered nothing of it.
The dark one then turned to look at the rest of the 'recruits'.
"I want no one here who feels forced to serve the greater cause. And it is the muggles, the no-maj, the mundanes, who are our enemy. They know nothing of magic or true power. And every year more muggleborns come, leaving us vulnerable to them."
At a signal, a family was floated in. Dolohov's father chose a little girl, about eight years old. They were the last to 'perform' for their lord; the poor victims suffered much.
The little girl knew death was coming, and turned to face Antonin. "Please? Please make it quick." she begged. She wanted to be reunited with her mum and dad.
Antonin didn't hate muggles! He didn't hate anyone! He wanted to raise magical animals, and gather up potions ingredients!
His father and grandfather were both rough men, strong. He looked vicious, and had a thick beard. He looked like a killer, but until now, he had only hunted food and animals for potions.
He was too Slytherin to not understand the penalties for trying to leave now. Black was allowed as he was too young, too Gryffindor. He was willing to die rather than take the mark, and the Dark Lord knew it.
Antonin couldn't defy his father, grandfather, uncles, and godfather, who were all watching him. He used the same spell for slaughtering animals to make the child's death as painless as possible.
A part of him knew that if he had tried to walk away, he would have been tortured worse than the adults had been.
Then his pain started, and he dropped to the ground screaming as he was branded with the dark mark.
End Flashback
The burning in his arm was something he never forgot. Nor was the girl's death ever forgotten.
Hers was the only murder he ever committed though. He found ways to be useful; providing food animals, hunting for potions ingredients. He slunk in the background, forgotten.
It was only after the Dark Lord's fall, when imprisoned in Azkaban that he was tortured by others for his crime. The dementors brought that horror back again and again. 'Please! Please make it quick.'
He should never have, never have done such. And he was tortured by it. Deeply remorseful. He would never willingly serve the Dark Lord again.
But he was smart, and listened when others spoke, especially when in their cups.
Looking at the charts, hearing the rumors, he knew! He knew what was planned.
They were going to use this tournament to bring back the Dark Lord! Well! Durmstrang schooled magical children from very rural communities who relied upon their help during the summer. They started school after harvest, a wavering date in the past. Now, school began September 21st.
Durmstrang would offer to come, but many of their students would find it a hardship to miss out on work and such for the whole year –not all students boarded there just like Beauxbatons.
No. They would stay from the end of September until the Yule dance, and then they would leave.
He would not allow any of his students to fall into anyone's clutches! Not for an evil ritual!
Deputy Headmaster Dolohov had letters to write.
**OO**
Thursday, August 4th, Blackmoor Hall
Clarice and Remus were going to wait to take a holiday for their honeymoon after Harry was in school. They shared a special lingering before separating to their tasks. And desks that far too far apart. They talked about moving her desk back in, and decided not to, at least not right now. Too distracting.
Right now, she was opening mail for the House, or thought she was.
The black letter was unusual. Addressed to her personally?
'It has come to our attention that you are an unregistered werewolf. You have until the end of the day to register, or you will be arrested. You do know what we do with werewolf criminals.
'Dolores Umbridge, Head of International Cooperation and acting Head of Werewolf Registration'
What was she going to do? They could arrest her! Then she remembered overhearing an argument between Moody and Healer Marius. They didn't realize how sensitive her ears were.
She ran to the Pranking Parlor; panic giving her feet wings.
"Penny, Penny!" Clarice called in the noisy room. "Do you still have the potion that Slughorn made? He asked ye to keep it in stasis here?"
"The blood cleanser? Sure, but I don't…"
Penny was one of the nicest people. Someone asks a question, and she acts. She was in the process of bringing the potion, the one created by Asclepius and recorded in snake tongue.
Without hesitation, Clarice grabbed it from Penny and drank it down.
Penny tried to get it back, "No! Don't!"
The woman collapsed, gasping for breath, and Penny got out her mirror in a panic.
"Healer Marius! Marius! We have a problem!"
**OO**
Clarice woke up on a bed in one of the Dowager Houses. She recognized it, as she had directed the elves in the cleanup after a certain couple, set in their 'old ways' refused to take the oath against Voldy and had to move house.
No one on Black lands was allowed to rent there if they supported the dark. It was rather a safety issue. No more husbands/wives/etc on the land if they had a dark mark. Only Marius Greengrass was exempted.
"How are you feeling?" Healer Marius asked, pale and confused, "I thought we were going to lose you."
Clarice couldn't move, "What's going on?"
"Well, you scared a few people. Me included! Apparently your inner wolf figured out what was happening, and tried to take over. Penny is a very smart young lady. Percy had already been summoned as well as a few others. The people in the know are passing it off as a failed prank."
"Where's Remus?" Clarice was desperate to get free. Where was her friend? Her…husband! That's right.
"Moony had a rather bad reaction to us binding and stunning you. He's in his room unconscious while we take care of you. He is…somewhat protective of you."
Marius forgot that his robes were in tatters and hadn't been fixed.
"It appears that I owe ye a new set of robes, healer. Was that me or him?"
"Both of you, but at least one at a time, and no, you'll not suffer from any curse as you were not in your right mind." At her confused look, he pointed to his caduceus pin, "Healer."
Marius started to cast diagnostic spells. Negative. Like Poppy had done, he shook his wand into his open palm, and cast again. And again.
"I really, really don't know what happened, Miss MacMillan. But you are not a werewolf. Not anymore."
Clarice interrupted the healer, "Lupin." At his confused look, she clarified, "Mrs. Lupin."
He nodded and continued, "Mrs Lupin, this is unprecedented. Harry Potter translated that potion. I even helped him with some of the vocabulary. Medical terminology," He explained. "Everyone involved, yourself included will be…"
Clarice shook her head to the limit of her ability. "But I feel it! My inner wolf is not gone! Let me up! Let me up!"
Suddenly, bound to the bed was a near white shewolf with the most amazing blue eyes. Marius was stunned for a moment, but he was not unmonitored.
He turned to the mirror on the wall, "Send in the stunning team! We need…"
But Clarice was back, and she took a deep breath to calm herself. And another.
"Did ye know, Healer Marius, that one cannot be a werewolf and animagus at the same time?" Clarice asked.
"I had read that in more than one text, but this is the first time I have seen it confirmed. You'll have to register, though. One final check, do you remember what I said while you were transformed?"
Remus had watched memories, so knew how Moony had acted while transformed but remembered nothing on his own.
"Of course! You turned to the magic mirror on the wall and asked for the stunning team, whoever they might be."
"That would be us for now. We're trying to keep those in the know small." Fred stated.
Clarice had always been able to tell them apart. George was nodding in the background.
"Thank ye, kindly, Fred. Pleasure to know true friends have yer back when ye do something so foolish. I'm sorry. I just panicked. That horrible woman…"
A shocked Fred turned and looked at his brother who just smiled and shrugged.
"We'll have a debrief later. For now, I want a full work-up. And then you should call your mother. She's going to be so happy." Marius stated firmly.
"Ken I? I mean, can I please see my husband now?" tears leaked from her eyes.
"How about we go for a bit of a walk, get out of this nice clean room, and move to where new furniture won't be destroyed if he continues to react badly." The healer recommended.
The twins saluted, and pretended to be his bodyguards, marching in formation behind him as they left the house.
**OO**
Remus was awakened, and given extra doses of calming draught. Sirius had his arm around his friend, ready to act if needed.
Clarice was wearing a simple white tunic. To the neighbors across the way, it might look like a wedding if they could see through the tall green hedgerows.
Clarice did burst into tears again, "Remus! I need ye so badly!"
Remus shook off Sirius' grasp, and hugged his wife. Moony smelled her and growled. She had changed! She had changed!
Acting on instinct, Clarice transformed into her white wolf form. She was gorgeous! He was down on one knee, his hands and face in her fur, breathing in her clean natural scent.
"You're you! You're you!" Remus declared.
She transformed back, and they shared a deep loving kiss.
The relieved giggles as they broke apart were punctuated only by Remus using his thumbs to wipe the still streaming tears from her cheeks. He tucked her into his side and she snuggled into his chest; both relieved to be close to one another.
"Mr Lupin? Mrs Lupin is now free of any blood-borne pathogen. Moody wanted to take a convicted felon and put him in with you the next full moon to create a werewolf to try and test this cure if a test subject wasn't found. He was joking, I hope, but we argued about it here at Blackmoor. I have a feeling that our conversation wasn't as private as I thought." Marius pointedly giving Clarice the side eye.
"I'm sorry, Marius. But I ne'er told a soul." Clarice affirmed.
"No, you clearly didn't. But…"
"Us secretaries get used to being treated as furniture."
"I would never!" Marius was interrupted by Remus.
"My mate! I volunteered. I was going to tell you. There's a team of healers that want to observe, take notes…"
Marius interrupted, "Have emergency supplies ready! Little things."
Clarice blushed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't ha' panicked. When I read that letter, I knew that they were going to kill me. I bet my little brother wrote to the Ministry when he saw me here."
Remus gained a wicked smile. "Healer Marius? I have an idea. A really bad one. A good bad one."
"You want to prank the Ministry of Magic?" Sirius asked, seeing his face.
"If this offers a true cure to a werewolf of thirty years? Pranking the Ministry will be the least of it!" Marius confirmed.
Sirius called on his mirror, and stepped away to talk, "I have Dharma Briokz bringing the forms now. Don't worry. I'll pay the fees. For all four of us." Sirius suggested.
A raven and golden eagle landed next to them, they had been watching from above. Both transformed nearly simultaneously, "Don't you mean all five of us?"
A barn owl swooped in and then transformed to a bushy-haired wind-swept beauty, "Don't you mean six?"
"Hermione! You're a, you're a…wow! You are truly gorgeous. Owl and human."
"I peeked in a mirror. I look like Jareth!"
"Well, he better mind his manners! You're still mine!" Harry shouted and took her in his arms for a kiss..
A bat, a cute furry fruit bat frantically beating his wings and looking a bit manic, managed to grab ahold of a branch and hang upside down.
The next minute, Neville was falling, but a prepared Sirius caught him.
"Well done, Your Excellency! Well done indeed!"
"Well, I had to catch up to these two. Do you know how beneficial fruit bats are to horticulture?" Neville asked.
"You can tell us very soon. I want to hear all about it." Darlene stated supportively.
"I thought I saw a wolf, but that couldn't…" Hermione was interrupted.
Harry shared, "Oh, yes. You remember the Blood Cleanser potion from the book? The Greengrasses elected to still try it on Astoria, but no luck. But it seems to cure lycanthropy. Unless the disease can spontaneously reinfect a person. We'll be cautious for a few months. Keep our friends…safe."
The wedding gift of a new house on the property, reinforced, that was already in progress when it was two werewolves would be even better now!
**OO**
Blackmoor Hall former dungeons
Alastor Moody set up the dozen pairs of omnioculars. Sure, they would have their memories, but this was just a backup.
He would be monitoring on the mirror receiving the main omniocular recording. He would have a half-dozen of the squad playing games and eating snacks in the guardroom next door.
"Minor op going on, you're backup. Shouldn't involve us." Alastor stated.
"But just in case, you want us close by? I feel so loved that you invited me hu-mon. I hope that you brought enough gold to lose to me." BloodRage stated, getting out his cards.
"NO, my mate. The hu-mons will not let you use your cards. See! They have brand new cards that you have not bitten, or chewed or folded the corners of!" Sage chastised.
They weren't really marked, but BloodRage liked people to think so! It was a different sort of strategy. He loved playing games of all sorts with humons. And taking their money.
Shacklebolt laughed, "Oh? Is that why you won in Japan?"
"No, I won there because they had that wonderful drink…"
Healer Marius plopped down several vials, including the seaweed potion.
"We're ready to start." The healer shared.
"Is Clarice in position?" Mad-eye asked. They hoped by having her there, it would ease the process.
"Yes, and yes, she's officially registered. Lord Black and Harry took care of that an hour ago." Shacklebolt shared.
"Good. Let's go." Healer Marius left to go to the main room.
**OO**
Moody had to look away for a time, but continued to listen for trouble. Healers might have the stomach for this sort of thing, but he certainly didn't. Clarice had only been bitten six years before; Remus was bitten when he was four.
At the end, the two muggleborn healers had kept him going. The team of a dozen healers all clapped and congratulated themselves. When they found out the date that this potion was created, they immediately demanded it be published. This was life-changing!
Fortunately for Harry's continued good health and fortune, Mad-eye Moody was there.
"This boy has a cure for lycanthropy and you want to make a fortune on it? He's not going to allow that! A modest, reasonable markup on the cost of the potion? Certainly. But don't expect him to be a rash youth!" Alastor shouted.
There were murmurs and muttering, but the greediest knew that the old auror was right. Trying to squeeze governments to cough up funds might just go against their healer's oath.
As for the werewolf involved, it was not a simple or painless process.
Remus was moved to a converted cell set up as a recovery room. He was feeling like an erumpent had gotten out and stomped on him. Twice.
He was going to be fine. He managed to transform long enough to add his coloring to the registration form when the clerk flooed to complain.
Moony was tawny brown and black, with amber-colored eyes. He was gorgeous, and Celeste couldn't help herself. She had to hold him close and smell him to make sure that her mate was still there.
There were two wolves for a time, licking each other's faces, sniffing, and wagging tails.
Marius was crying, on the mirror with his sweetheart, telling him of the miracle. He forgot the silencing spell though and everyone heard, "If you try to bring that potion home and foist it on me, you'd better think again! I'm a vampire and proud of it!"
The two wolves' ears perked, and went to jump on Marius, growling and snuffling at the mirror. At least it didn't break when they knocked it out of his hand.
Byron screamed like a little girl at the first snarl and snap, and it was clear that he had left the mirror on, but fled the room.
BloodRage laughed and laughed, but did offer Marius a hand up. "I would suggest pillows and a cushioning charm. Bathtubs are hard. Oh, and blankets. Lots of blankets. They are cold too."
The rest of the team broke up when Sage added, "Listen to him, lots of experience."
**OO**
Thursday, August 4th, Ministry of Magic
The coach entrance had not been used in some time. Very few magicals still had them...,or the winged equines to pull them.
The liveried servants, in the old fashioned breeches and coats of House Black, would have looked familiar to anyone paying attention to 'just' the servants.
Adrian had done a superb job flying, and landed the coach with practiced ease. The twins, Fred and George, snapped to. Fred had been sitting next to the driver, and climbed down. George, playing footman who had ridden at the rear, was already there. Together, they deployed the staircase that extended and expanded from the small slot beneath the door. They were ready to help the ladies disembark.
Harry thought that the trumpet was a bit much, but also thought that whoever was doing it was good. He was told that it was appropriate for nobles, and there were a few of them here today.
Harry was a Duke, Hermione a Countess, Neville was a baron, Lord and Lady Black were, well, Lord Black was a giant pain in the patootie so he definitely deserved a warning label. Or a warning trumpet. Whatever.
The family Black, dressed in House Robes, down to Winky acting as a lady-in-waiting in human disguise for Darlene, in great procession, processed down the corridor.
The security guard tried to stop them from entering, but BloodRage's axe acted as their invitation that he accepted and bowed them in, instead.
They made their way to the Werewolf Registration office, stopping in several doors to ask for directions. In particular, asking allies and friends for 'directions'. They had quite the crowd by the time they got to the little office.
"Well, it's about time! We're about to close." Umbridge tried, avoiding looking at the clock.
It was 3:30 in the afternoon… Brilliant things, time-turners, on days like today.
Lord Black stepped up, making a point of looking at the clock.
"Well, perhaps for you it's near closing time. The rest of the Ministry is open for another couple of hours. And that clock says it's nearly time for tea!
"My personal secretary, a brilliant young woman, Miss Clarice MacMillan, received a letter from you. You do know of the MacMillans don't you?" Lord Black glared.
Lord MacMillan had been quietly informed of the good news. He was completely in the know of her mother's little gifts over the years, but had been afraid to go against his wife. Today was payback for years of being separated from his granddaughter.
"What would a man whose family is Sacred Twenty-Eight have anything to do with a werewolf?" the pink one demanded.
"I would like to know the answer to that question as well." Lord MacMillan stated, coming through the door.
Seeing his face, hearing his voice, the girl twirled, but kept her composure and curtseyed.
"My Lord! It is wonderful to see you!" Clarice sang out in her native Scottish tongue.
"Oh, none of that, bowing to your grandda. Come, give us a hug!" Lord MacMillan returned, in kind.
She ran to him and did so.
Clarice spoke directly to her Head of House, "I think that Ernie played a terrible prank on everyone. You see, as a summer project, we've been working on our animagus forms. And just got them too. I think he was trying to get Lord Black arrested, an' me as well."
"Well! Don't keep me in suspense!" Lord MacMillan was ever so grateful for the full briefing.
She turned into her wolf form, and spontaneously, everyone joined her except their guards and Winky who was disguised as human.
The 'temporary director of Werewolf Registration' was aghast. "NO! Why would he lie? He said you'd been bitten!"
"My dear woman! Have you no idea of greed? The little snot was clearly trying to get me to set my heiress aside. Well, I will be talking to him! If his behavior doesn't improve, I'll take away his broom and other privileges.
"Now, we haven't had time to speak much. I heard that your research is going well. But why are you here? This isn't the animagus registration."
"I got this letter, grandda." Clarice handed over the evidence, and Lord MacMillan scoffed.
"You've made a dangerous enemy today, madam. What if she had come in without Lord Black and his protection? Would you have tried to kill my lass here? I'm registering a complaint, and will make a motion to have this office shut down. Permanently!" Lord MacMillan stated coldly.
A dozen of the Black Watch showed up just then.
"Laird MacMaillan? We have detected a citizen getting close to this office. There hae been reported…incidents here, and we wanted to make sure that everything is under control."
"Reports of what, commander?"
"Citizens disappearin'. No trials. No convictions. Just…poof. Into thin air." The commander eyed the squat woman. "Are ye tryin' to arrest someone now? I and my men are here as witnesses."
Everyone in House Black started clapping, along with all of the onlookers.
Umbridge tried to create distance, "Well, this isn't my real office, I really work…"
"Is your name Dolores Umbridge?" Lord MacMillan asked, "You signed the letter?"
Umbridge paled, "This is all that Weasley boy's fault! WELL! I've had enough covering for him. He's gone, as of today!"
"Do I have your word on that?" Sirius asked, ser…ah well. He meant it.
Lord MacMillan looked ready to set the Black Watch on her. "Was he supposed to confirm this before letters were sent?"
Umbridge bristled at the implied insult. As if she would lie. "Of course it's his job to make sure of such things! That Weasley boy is incompetent!"
"We will be checking on that. My complaint stands. Good day."
Lord MacMillan gave her a minute, but she never bent the knee to him or Lord Black.
The older Scottish Lord extended his arm to his granddaughter, and escorted Clarice along the way. "Tell me of this medical research you've been doing. Cordelia Greengrass wrote to thank me for your wonderful education, and tae tell me what a brilliant girl you are. Shamed me. I have written twenty three letters to ye. And haven't sent one. I am so sorry. Now, you'll think that I'm only here because of your change. I was informed that Dolores was going to try and kill ye today. I wouldna' have allowed it. I have several friends on standby if we had to storm the castle."
He pulled a practical handkerchief from his pocket and wiped a tear and blew his nose.
"Gruff old men like me don't say it, so I'm a goin' to. I love ye, lass. And I'm proud of ye. And ye are my new heiress. Regardless of what happened today, I wouldna put up with that snake-in-the-grass as Heir. I'm taking his grandmother aside, as ye know she'll fight this. He always was her favorite. If it's up to me, he'll have to eat his meals standin' for a month. Oh, and no stipend for a time. Tryin' to kill his own sister? Ach! If he was older, he'd be oot of the House!"
Lord MacMillan gained a bit of peace in the House only standing up for the things that he truly cared about, which was why he was so embarrassed that he didn't with Clarice; but truly, part of it was to keep her injuries a secret.
If he had fought Grace about it, she would have told everyone. As it was, it was only for her own benefit that she kept her first secret. Ever.
Clarice stopped to kiss his cheek and say thank you.
"If Sofia Fenwich weren't so awful, I would have a wonderful wife to suggest for young Ernie. He'll ne'er be invited to anything for Harry again. She told him quietly, even with the privacy charm cast earlier.
"You don't know what I've learnt about Mr Potter, sir, in working with them. Such a brave young lad."
Several in the crowd were gossiping. Before she got to the doors, she twice more had to show off her wolf form.
"But grandda! I haven't told ye! I married! And without yer permission. I'm sorry!"
"Nonsense, you merely had a small garden wedding with close friends as you didn't want the fuss of a big to-do interruptin' your research. Of course, I gave my blessing. It's just delayed. Likely, me old owl is off course again."
"Thank ye kindly, sir."
As they left the Ministry and approached the waiting carriage, pulled by thestrals, he stopped again. "Lord Black? I won't forget today, what ye did."
Sirius shook his hand, "Thank you, sir. I do look forward to hosting you for dinner soon. You and your daughter will be quite welcome!"
The man chuckled, "Best do it closer to Yule when the wife is baking twenty-four hours a day or we'll all be miserable."
After they were in the carriage, Darlene offered, "I have had more than one, um…unpleasant interaction with Madam MacMillan. How a woman like her has the first name of Grace, I'll never know."
Harry made a face, "He seems really nice, Clarice. And he's made you Heiress. How about that? Wait, now that you're cured, you could work anywhere, do anything. But I hope you stay. I don't want you to leave. You're Unca Moony's wife. Auntie Celeste? I guess that sounds about right."
Clarice squeezed Harry's hands. "Percy just lost his job. Again. Bets on when they'll call him back?"
Remus' eyes sparkled, "He really wants to work just the full time Steward's position, and it pays more. And better hours. I'm betting he'll grab hold now that he's been sacked yet again."
Harry nodded, "I couldn't stand working for that Umbi…woman for one minute. I'd call her something else, but with Darlene and Clarice in the carriage I'll watch it."
"I don't rate?" Hermione demanded.
"No, you do, but you would roll your eyes, say 'Harry!' and go on. These other two are very, very dangerous."
Hermione smiled, "Thanks, Harry. And again. Congratulations, you two."
Sirius had a question, "So, when do you publish. The cure I mean?"
Harry had that answer, "Once Lord Greengrass and any other supplier tracks down this Fairy Gold plant, or we put Neville in a greenhouse with a hundred empty pots, a year's worth of food, and put a huge time-turner on it," He said, winking at Neville.
BloodRage's eyes glinted, "Lord Black? Do you remember the banana box that we were talking about?"
Sirius's eyes gleamed silver as he created the enchanting 'program' in his head. What if they were inscribed on a pot that the plant could be placed in for a time? Then removed. Hmm…
Harry's eyes gleamed as well. But only AFTER they had extra plants. Just in case.
How many werewolves were there in the world? Well, not as important as dementors, but today? Today was a very good day.
**OO**
Professor Slughorn had given a terrified fifth year calming draughts, and believed him when he said he had been attacked by a werewolf. He had never gotten over the fright of it.
The same professor asking him for a plant that would be used in an experimental draught being tested as a cure for lycanthropy had Severus losing control of his emotions. Both pleased to be asked to help, and frightened. This was relying on a child's translation?
He sent a politely worded letter back saying that he'd keep his peace, and not spread gossip. He'd also keep an eye out for this plant, and have experts transplant it if found.
But no, he really couldn't be a part of the research at this time. Though he thanked the professor.
Only time would tell…
**OO**
Friday, August 5th, Saint Martins
Juliette wanted to cheer her daughter up. She had received the thank you for Sofia's birthday gift to Harry.
It was in the same type of envelope she had received for her and François.
Sofia opened it eagerly…and handed it back before bursting into tears.
It was a dictaquill thanking her for…blank gift.
She had been sent an incomplete template and unsigned note. It was clearly a mistake and Juliette would scold the secretary.
Clarice had no idea that it wasn't a mistake or that Neville had snuck in while she was doing thank you's.
Sofia later received an identical one addressed regarding Neville's gift.
Juliette realized there had been no mistake.
Juliette saw Fleur at a garden party fundraiser for Beauxbatons that Madame Delacour was hosting and mentioned how rude her beau was.
"Truly?" They were speaking English here. "Do you not think that 'e was being protective of his godbrother's signature? Who knows what the chit would do with it."
Apolline started to chide her daughter, but realized that the teens had grown close over the summer. Attacking Hermione was like attacking Neville's sister. And she and Hermione were friends as well.
Veela were very protective. She smiled. It was nice to have a boy like Neville as part of her extended family. This confirmed her feelings.
If anyone ever attacked Hermione again, the miscreants would have both young mages after them.
Sofia Fenwich had better watch out. She could have had protectors in those two, and instead made enemies. Dangerous mistake.
**OO**
A/N: Recommended Story: your recommended story here!
Linda recommends Dodgers, Dresses, Teddy-Bears and Spot also written by the amazing Clell
Harry is raised by someone else and turns down his Hogwarts letter. Hijinks ensue
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