A Moment in Time
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Warning: This story will contain slash (ie. male/male relationships) and mpreg, although neither will be graphic.
A/N: This story was inspired by the many wonderful stories that I have read and enjoyed here at fan fiction and any similarities to existing stories is not intended. This story is AU, meaning that the events that occurred in the OOTP have not been taken into account and am I in no means suggesting the material described in this story should be considered as a direct interpretation of cannon. Also, I am American so I apologize in advance for any Americanisms.
Chapter Nineteen: The Book of Souls
Albus was impressed; Harry certainly was a resourceful and determined young man. When his story was finished, he couldn't hold back his curiosity any longer. He had seen the children with Harry and, even to his old eyes, he could tell that they bore a strong resemblance to the Potter Family. The common assumption amongst the Order was that the woman was Harry's wife, and the boys were his sons. But unlike everyone else, he knew for a fact that they couldn't possibly be Harry's children. Most likely the young lady was either Harry's wife or girlfriend and the children could quite possibly be hers to a previous relationship. "Harry, I noticed that you didn't mention either the young lady or the two small children that accompanied you. Did you happen to get married?"
How Harry hated that patronizing tone. Little did Dumbledore know that he had unwittingly given Harry the opening he had been waiting for. "No, I'm not married."
He felt a warm breath on his ear as he barely caught the word "yet" muttered under Draco's breath. Giving Draco's hand a quick squeeze to let him know that he had heard the blonde's comment, Harry returned his attention to the Phoenix.
"Then who are the people that came with you? Draco referred to them earlier as your family."
Harry smirked, this was the part of the conversation he had prepared for a so long ago, it almost seemed another lifetime ago. Little did the Phoenix know, but Harry was about to remove that annoying ever-present twinkle.
Taking a cleansing breath, Harry started. "The young lady is Nicole DeYoung. She is a certified medi-witch and has been living with me for over three years." Harry didn't take the time to clarify their relationship; he'd let them figure it out on their own. "The two boys are my two-year-old twin sons; Matthew Harrison Potter and Evan Michael Potter." He deliberately left the Malfoy out of their names.
Excited chatter broke out around the table at Harry's confirmation that the boys were indeed his sons.
Dumbledore looked sharply at Harry, 'it can't be. I would have known had the Gryffindor line reproduced.' "Are they adopted?"
To anyone else in the room this would seem like an odd question, especially in light of the undeniable resemblance between the boys and Harry. But Harry had been expecting this question, relishing it actually.
"No, they're not adopted; they are my children and as such are Heirs to the Gryffindor bloodline." Harry said slowly.
"But Harry, I don't understand. That's not possible." Dumbledore knew that ordinarily he would never be seen caught off guard. But he had to be missing something. Either that or Harry was lying and what reason did he have to lie?
Harry laughed and it wasn't a pretty sound. "Surprised old man? But then, I guess you would be." No one at the table could bring themselves to reprimand Harry for the way he was talking to the Phoenix.
Recovering from his earlier blunder, "Whatever do you mean, Harry? Why do you assume I should have known that you had children?"
"No, wrong again. I don't assume anything, at least not anymore. I know you are surprised. Their names weren't in the book were they, Headmaster?" Harry taunted.
"What are you talking about Harry, what book?" Draco had a feeling that this conversation was meaning a whole hell of a lot more to the two individuals currently taking center stage, but damn, he wanted to know what was going on too.
"You never even told them." Harry forced a sinister chuckle as he glared at his former Headmaster. "I thought for sure once I was sent to Azkaban, you wouldn't have a need to hide it any longer. Then you could at least share that deep dark secret with the ones you trusted most." Harry paused for effect. "But then maybe the reason why you didn't tell them is because you don't trust them after all? Hmm."
Draco was getting frustrated. "Tell us what, Harry? Stop beating around the bush and just say what you need to."
Turning to face his partner, Harry asked him slowly, as if this question was meant for him alone, when in reality it was meant for everyone at the table. "Didn't you ever wonder why Dumbledore was so quick to jump to the conclusion that his 'Golden Boy' had committed cold blooded murder? Didn't it seem the least bit odd to you that all it took was fabricated evidence and I immediately lost all support from my 'so called' mentor? The one person who since my introduction to this world was always there for me, supporting me, guiding me?"
Having absolutely no idea where Harry was headed with all this, Draco nodded his head encouragingly. "Yes Harry, it never seemed right to me; I've told you that."
Harry looked apologetically at his lover, that question hadn't really been directed at him; it just needed to be asked and answered before he could continue on.
"You see as the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore has access to a very old, enchanted book called the "Book of Souls." Seeing the confused stares around the table, Harry thought maybe a visual effect would be required. "Why don't you show it to them, Dumbledore, so they can see it for themselves?"
Albus couldn't believe what he was hearing, 'How on earth had Harry found out about that book?' It appears that Harry knew more than just the existence of one of the objects entrusted into the care of the current Headmaster but also some of its most guarded secrets.
"Harry, I'm not sure how you found out about the Book of Souls, but as the Headmaster of this school I am sworn to protect this institution and all of its secrets, which includes the Book of Souls. I'm sorry but there is nothing that I am able to tell you about that particular book," Dumbledore stated in a level voice as he tried to remain calm. He really needed to keep his wits about him if Harry continued to pursue this matter.
Harry chuckled again, almost as though he was beginning to enjoy the Headmaster's discomfort. "Fine Dumbledore, I didn't really expect you to tell us anything anyway. But I hate to be the one to tell you this; however, when you choose to no longer accept students here, Hogwarts ceased to be a school; as such you are, in reality, no longer the Headmaster. But let's table that discussion for another day shall we? Oh yes, where were we…I remember we were talking about the Book of Souls."
Draco had never seen this side of Harry before; he was relentless, calculating, and sarcastic. He was behaving as only a true Slytherin would. The blonde wasn't sure if he should be worried or not, but he did know that he was completely turned on. Trying to ignore the evidence of his arousal, Draco watched with baited breath as Harry continued to perform. There was no doubt as to why Harry was considered to be a first rate entertainer.
His audience completely captivated, Harry continued. "As I'm sure most of you have gathered the Book of Souls is an ancient book that was created and charmed by the four Founders. They needed to have a means of identifying those particular students that had the potential to come and study magic here at Hogwarts. To achieve that end, what they did was create a very powerful magical tool that whenever a child was born in either England or Scotland; a measure of their level of innate magic was taken by the book. If they had enough magic, their name, along with their parent's names and location, would be recorded therein. This seemed to be a perfect method of tracking the magical children that would provide the future for Hogwarts. Every year, the Headmaster would use the book to provide the necessary information to the Deputy Headmaster who would then prepare the Hogwarts acceptance letters."
Hermione was following the explanation carefully, Hogwarts A History had never explained how the acceptance letters where generated and it was something that she had wondered since she had received her own letter. "Harry, why would you expect your children's names to be in the Book of Souls? They weren't born in either England or Scotland?"
The urge to just ignore her was overwhelming. "Clever as always, aren't you Granger? Too bad you didn't use that intelligence when it really counted." Harry couldn't help sneering before he answered her question anyway, addressing her for the first time since his arrest. "You see the Founders were a very proud lot, with good reason, their accomplishments are largely unparalleled even today. But they all agreed that even if their descendents were to leave this part of Europe, that they would want them to be educated at Hogwarts, as they had no doubt that their school would be the best. As such, they placed additional charms on the Book of Souls so that it would record any births of any descendents of the Founders. As you are all aware, I am the Heir of Godric Gryffindor, as such my children, also being of the Gryffindor bloodline should have been listed in the book. But they weren't, were they Dumbledore?"
Not knowing how far Harry was going to go with this, Albus replied in an emotionless voice, "No, Harry their names are not listed in the book."
"Would anyone like to know why?" Harry's voice had taken on a dangerous quality.
Seeing that almost everyone at the table with the exception of Dumbledore, and a few others that looked too shocked to respond, nod, Harry grinned. "You may or may not be aware, but during my final year here at school I was taking advanced private lessons with several of the professors, including with the Headmaster. That January of my seventh year I came up to the Headmaster's office for one of our lessons on strategy and I was surprised to find the office empty. As Head Boy I knew the password and I let myself in. There had been several occasions during our sessions when Dumbledore had been called away unexpectedly and arrived late for our training, so I just settled myself in to wait for his return."
"As I was waiting, Fawkes flew into the room and landed on a large black leather bound book that was sitting closed on the shelf behind your desk. I tried to talk to Fawkes about other things, but he seemed agitated, almost like he wanted me to get up and see what he was doing." Harry decided to leave out the part where he and Fawkes actually had a conversation and Fawkes told him in no uncertain terms that he needed to look at the book.
"The book was very old, I could tell that by just looking at it, and it didn't have any title or description on the cover. But when I picked it up, gold lettering appeared on the front spelling out The Book of Souls. Cautiously, because of all the trouble that Riddles' diary had caused back in second year, I opened the volume. Imagine my surprise when I saw that it was filled with thousands of pages and on each page was a list of names, dates, and addresses. Naturally curious about my parents, I turned to around the time that I knew they were born. I found my father's name exactly as it should be, although it was written in scarlet ink instead of black like the other names I had seen in the book. Turning a few pages further, I saw my mother's name listed and this where things got strange."
Harry poured himself a glass or pumpkin juice before he continued. He knew that Dumbledore was struggling to maintain his composure but the pressure was making it increasingly difficult and it was going to get harder still. 'It's a bitch having someone call you on your past crimes and then having to defend yourself.'
Dumbledore cleared his throat, "Harry, I think that perhaps the rest of this conversation should wait. I believe that you and I should talk first and it's time to get you and your family settled into your new quarters. We can finish this tomorrow."
Harry smiled. "No, we're going to finish this now. The people in this room need to know exactly what you did to me, and to my family. You have a lot to answer for, Albus Dumbledore, and I want some answers tonight."
"Fine Harry, I will answer your questions, but I still think that this is something that the two of us need to discuss privately." He was still trying to persuade the man who he had once held so much influence over.
Staring at the old man, Harry said without the smallest quiver or hesitation in his voice, "I disagree." Each word rang loudly in the full room.
You didn't get to be Dumbledore's age without knowing when to surrender the fight. If he continued to protest more, it would only make things worse. The best course of action would be to see exactly how much Harry actually knew and then to do damage control. "Fine Harry, if you insist on having this conversation now, then by all means, continue."
The other occupants of the room just seemed to disappear, watching the proceedings carefully but knowing better than to interrupt.
"You always said that my Mother was muggle born," Harry accused the ancient wizard.
"Your mother was the daughter of Joseph and Rose Evans, who were muggles." Dumbledore explained.
Harry snorted. "Don't you mean 'adopted' daughter?"
From the gasps in the room, Harry could tell that this truly was previously undisclosed news to the Order members.
"Yes Harry, your mother was adopted," Albus replied cautiously.
Harry shook his head. "I've had a lot of time to think about the information I found in the Book of Souls, how about if I tell you what I was able to piece together? Maybe then you can help me fill in some of the missing pieces?"
Albus didn't even flinch. "As you wish Harry."
Harry saw the challenge in the cool blue eyes and felt ready. "From my Grandmother's date of birth, I realized that she was very young when she conceived my mother, she was only 16 years old. That, coupled with the identity of my mother's father, makes me believe that it was nonconsensual."
"Yes Harry, your mother's birth mother was raped in Knockturn Alley as a young girl. Your mother was the result of that act," Dumbledore clarified, not really offering any new information.
"What I want to know is why she gave up the baby? Knowing her like I thought I did, I just never would have guessed that she would have agreed to put her baby up for adoption, and certainly not in a muggle orphanage." Harry posed one of the questions that had troubled him the most since discovering the Book.
Albus looked sadly at the boy who had been denied the love of a family his entire life. Someone who wanted something so desperately could never possibly understand why someone else was willing to give it away so easily. "Alas Harry, she didn't have a choice. She was a pureblooded witch born to a very old and very proud line. Pride seems to be the sin that does the most damage amongst us. Oh well, I digress, her father knew that the family fortune was dwindling and wanted his only daughter to make a strong match with not only a pureblooded wizard, but a wealthy one at that. He was a shrewd man, her father, and he knew that if word go out that she had been raped and then bore a child, that all hopes of making such a match would disappear."
"The pregnancy and rape where kept a trusted secret by only a select few. When his daughter went into labor she was given a sleeping potion and the child was delivered without her knowledge. After the birth, your mother's birth mother was awoken and told that the baby had died, that it had been still born. When in fact her father had taken the baby and arranged to have it left at a muggle orphanage."
"One thing that her very own father had not counted on was his daughter's stubbornness. Over the next several years she refused any match that he had arranged and eventually ran away and married the poorest pureblooded wizard she could find."
Harry nodded; he could see how that explanation made sense. "Did she know the identity of her attacker?"
"That Harry I do not know. I don't believe she recognized him, as she never gave up his identity when questioned about the event," Dumbledore solemnly stated.
"But you knew, didn't you?" the angry Gryffindor Heir hissed.
Sirius was unable to remain silent any longer, this was one of his best friends that they were discussing and she had never said a word about being adopted, not to anyone that he could recall. "Harry, are you sure about this? Lily never mentioned a word about being adopted; we all assumed that she was a muggle born witch. This just seems unbelievable."
"Your right Sirius, this is unbelievable, and that's not the worst of it yet." Harry's voice only shook slightly and he hoped that no one noticed. "Sirius, you met the Evans while my mom was in school here, didn't you?"
"Yes, we met her parents and her sister, your Aunt Petunia on a couple of occasions."
"Didn't you ever notice that they looked absolutely nothing alike?" Harry was starting to get frustrated.
Finally realizing where Harry was going with this, Sirius replied tentatively, "There are lots of people in families that don't look like their parents; that doesn't mean that they are adopted."
"But you see, my Mother did look like her birth parents, she got her height, build and green eyes from her father's side and her red hair from her mother."
At the mer mention of red hair, the Weasleys couldn't help but perk up. Red hair was almost always associated with the Weasley line.
Not sure how Lily Potter's adoption as a baby had to do with why Dumbledore was so quick to turn on Harry, Draco was still puzzled. "So Harry, who were your mother's birth parents? They were listed in the Book, correct?" Draco's soft voice cut threw the eerie stillness that fallen over the room.
Looking at his soul mate Harry couldn't help but feel warmth from the love and support he saw on Draco's face. "Her mother was a young witch by the name of Margaret Montgomery…" Harry was interrupted before he couldn't even finish his sentence.
"But... but… that's not possible." The entire Weasley family was in a state of shock, along with some of the older members of the Order.
Looking at the oldest Weasley, as Harry was still not able to look directly at Ron as it was too painful, he inclined his head. "Not only is it possible, it is fact. Margaret Montgomery gave birth to my mother in April of 1960, five years before she married your father and became Molly Weasley."
"Sir, is this true? Did you know about this?" Bill was bewildered, not knowing what exactly to believe. Certainly if his mother had been raped and had given birth before she had married their dad, they would have heard about it sometime.
Very serious blue eyes watched over the remaining Weasley children. "Yes Bill, it is true. Your mother was also Lily Evans-Potter's mother. Lily would have been your half sister."
A loud pain-filled moan was heard. "Oh my God, that means that Harry is mum's grandson, and…and…our nephew." Harry wasn't sure which one had reached the brilliant deduction, but he thought is was either Fred or Ron.
"What I want to know the most is why you left a one-year-old defenseless child with people who were absolutely no relation to him at all?" You didn't have to look at Remus Lupin to know that the wolf was struggling to take over, his emotions where running so high. "Year after year, after year, you insisted that Harry would only be protected with his blood relatives, when you knew damn well that he didn't share a drop of blood with the Dursleys." Remus was practically spitting, he was so angry.
"All those times that Molly came to you asking permission for Harry to come and spend the summer with them, and you would grudgingly give in and allow a short visit at the end of the holiday. When all along he should have been there the entire time. All he ever wanted was a family to call his own, and he could have had one, but you denied him. Why? What possible purpose did it serve to hide Harry's relationship to the Weasleys?"
He had slowly come to terms with his own betrayal of Harry, knowing that it was not something that he would ever forgive himself for. He was hoping that given time, that he would have a chance to talk to Harry and perhaps someday become a part of his life again. Even though he knew that there was no way that Harry would ever forgive him, he couldn't help but be outraged at the lies that had been told to the son of two of his deceased best friends. Remus also knew that the reason why he had believed Harry had done the things he had been accused of was largely due to the influence of Albus Dumbledore. Again, like he had over sixteen years before that with Sirius, Remus had allowed his opinion to be swayed by the beliefs held by the one man who he had trusted above all others.
"It's simple really," Harry interjected. "He had no choice. Once the lie had been started it couldn't be stopped. He was the only person alive that knew who my Mother really was. He couldn't come forward then and right the wrong, it would raise too many questions, wouldn't it Dumbledore? Questions that you were not prepared to answer. Questions like, who was her father?"
"Is it true, Albus?"
Harry just ignored McGonagall's question. His former Head of House still had a lot to learn it seemed if she still trusted the old man.
Harry couldn't stop; not now, not when he was so close. "I often wondered what you thought when you first saw her. I bet you watched her very closely while she was here. You must have breathed a huge sigh of relief when she took after her mother and was sorted into Gryffindor; that would have been a hard one to explain, how a mudblood would have been sorted into Slytherin." Harry's calculating eyes never left the Headmaster.
Snapping Harry's focus back, Draco squeezed his hand firmly. "I take it her father was a Death Eater?"
Raising both of his eyebrows, Harry smirked, "I guess you could say that."
Knowing that they needed to know, for better or worse the truth had to come out, Severus softly asked the question that everyone wanted the answer to. "Who was her father, Harry?"
The answer was simple really, just one name, "Her father was Tom Marvolo Riddle." Wandlessly, the letters appeared glowing in green smoke in front of the Council, and then with a swipe of his hand, the letters rearranged themselves, dancing into place as they had done all those years ago in the Chamber of Secrets. There, glaring in front of all the disbelievers, was the answer to why Dumbledore was so ready to condemn Harry Potter. Why he was so quick to believe him guilty of such terrible crimes; who wouldn't believe those acts were committed by a boy whose maternal Grandfather was none other than Lord Voldemort himself?
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As the pandemonium broke out around him, Harry's eyes never once left his former Headmaster. If possible, the man aged an additional twenty years in that instant.
Always the cool head in the crowd, Severus couldn't believe what he was hearing. Sure it was well known that during the Dark Lord's first reign that he often raped women and men alike, often killing his victims when he was finished with them. But this…this was truly unexpected.
Even in school, it was clear that Lily Evans was no ordinary witch. For a Gryffindor, she exhibited an extraordinary amount of cleverness and ability in potions. She had also excelled in charms, but then again so had Tom Riddle while he had been a student at Hogwarts.
Severus had often found himself paired with the red head for potions lessons, as she was the only one in their class that was able to stay on par with him. They had shared a mutual respect for each other's abilities. Eventually, they had formed an odd relationship; not quite friends but certainly more than just acquaintances. Severus can honestly say that he was truly sorry when he had heard of her death; it was such a waste of talent.
But now, with this new information, things that never quite seemed right were able to be viewed in a whole new light; Harry's parseltongue ability, for one; the Sorting Hat's insistence that Harry would have been great had he been sorted into Slytherin, for another. But, if Voldemort was really Harry's grandfather that would mean… "You're the heir of not one, but two of the Founders."
Harry was able to detect the slightest amount of awe in Severus' voice. "Yes, as far as I know, I am the only descendent that has even been born to more than one of the Founders bloodlines. At least I was until my sons were born. Since discovering my heritage, I assumed that being the Heir to both Gryffindor and Slytherin helped explain my unusually high innate magical abilities."
The sharp intake of breath beside him was the only sign that Draco had now realized how attractive their sons were to Lucius, and through him, to Voldemort himself. "And their names weren't in the book because?"
Harry began rubbing his thumb over the back of Draco's hand in an attempt to calm him down. "Once I realized what the book was and saw my mothers name in emerald green ink, I turned immediately to my own name. There was my name, written not in green or red, or even black like the others, but written in a royal plum color. It was different, unique from any other entry in the entire book. I swore right there that I never wanted my children to be listed in such a manner so I placed my own charms on the book so that it became confused and forgot to continue to list my descendents. I just wanted my children to have the opportunity that I never had; the chance at a normal life." Harry said the last part, slowly, almost wistfully, realizing now that his children would also be denied the opportunity to be seen as something other than a 'freak' even by wizarding standards.
"Harry, I am very sorry that you had to find out about your heritage that way. It was never my intention…" Dumbledore was interrupted.
"No, that's the whole point isn't it? You never intended for me to find out that Voldemort is my grandfather or that Molly Weasley is my grandmother. You never intended anyone to find out at all." Harry was clearly disgusted with the elderly man.
"Alas, all I can say is that I truly felt I was acting in the best interest of everyone concerned." Dumbledore paused not sure how to put into words the things that had to be said. He knew that this breach was most likely irreconcilable, but he still had to try. "Believe it or not Harry; I know what you are going through…"
"You arrogant son of a bitch," Harry spat, not believing that his former Headmaster even had the nerve to utter something so trite. "How dare you think such a thing, let alone speak such nonsense? There is no one, and I repeat no one, who could possibly understand what I have gone through, what your lies and deception have cost me." Harry caught his breath before adding. "I've come back. I'll fight Voldemort because I owe it to those who have lost their lives in this war that never should have been. But that's it. Don't think that you are forgiven. I don't want you in my life, and I certainly don't want to be a part of yours."
Harry leaned back in his chair, emotionally drained; this had been more difficult than he could have ever imagined. All around him the accusations started to fly. All directed by upset and dumbfounded Council members at the man that had lead them for the last fifty years or so.
Just then in a brilliant scarlet flash, Fawkes flew into the room singing loudly. The excited bird settled itself on Harry's shoulder while his beautiful song soothed the room's irate occupants.
"Hello my old friend, it is good to see you," Harry said as he stroked the warm feathers on the Phoenix's back.
Fawkes nuzzled his head into Harry's neck, trilling contently.
"I've missed you too; it's been so long since your last visit."
"Wait a minute; Fawkes visited you while you were in the United States?" Draco was astounded, still reeling from the revelation that his sons where descendants of the Dark Lord himself.
Harry shrugged, still petting the loyal bird. "Yeah, he came around once or twice a year to make sure things were going alright. He was even there when the twins were born. If it wasn't for him, I'm not sure I would have made it."
Harry warily glanced around the room, hoping no one caught his slight slip of the tongue, but it appeared that everyone was still caught up in the facts that had just been revealed to them. "Come on Dray, let's get out of here. I'm tired and it is way past time that the twins were in bed."
Draco rose tiredly from his own chair, his thoughts still in turmoil at the extent of the Headmaster's betrayal. His hands going to ease the crick in his back from sitting still for so long. "So where are we going to stay tonight?"
Harry just smiled, relieved that he had been able to get all that off his chest for the first time since he had stumbled on the book over five years ago. "Fawkes said that he knows of the perfect apartment for us, he's going to take us there after we stop by Sirius' rooms and pick up Nicole and the boys."
Draco just raised his eyebrows at his mate, knowing that whatever happened, they would face it together. "What are we waiting for then?"
Unnoticed by most of the angry and confused Council members, the two men slipped out of the Phoenix Chamber, leaving the Headmaster alone, to answer for his crimes.
To Be Continued.
The following is a quick reference time line that I have been using to develop this story, in case anyone gets confused:
February 1943 Margaret Montgomery is born
July 1959 Margaret Montgomery is raped in Knockturn Alley by Tom Riddle, she is 16
April 1960 Lily is born, Margaret is 17 years old, Lily is adopted by the Evans family.
1965 Margaret runs away from home and marries Arthur Weasley, she is 23
1968 Bill born to Molly and Arthur Weasley
1970 Charlie born to Molly and Arthur Weasley
1972 Molly miscarries (just to explain gap in time between Charlie's and Percy's births)
1976 Percy born to Molly and Arthur Weasley
1977 Fred and George born to Molly and Arthur Weasley
1980 Ron born to Molly and Arthur Weasley
July 31, 1980 Harry born to Lily and James Potter
1981 Virginia born to Molly and Arthur Weasley
October 31, 1981 Lily and James Potter killed by Lord Voldemort
April 1998 Virginia and Colin Creevey murdered; Harry sentenced to Azkaban prison
October 1999 Harry escapes from prison and goes to New York City
End of November 1999 Draco leaves; twins are conceived
August 2000 Evan and Matthew Potter born to Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy
February 2001 Arthur Weasley killed in a Death Eater attack
April 2002 Harry is found innocent; the Order renews their search; Percy put to death for his crimes.
May 2003 George Weasley killed in a Death Eater attack
June 2003 Harry is found by the Order, Harry and Draco are reunited.
July 2003 Harry and family return to Hogwarts