Black Kitsune, Raising Moon

Chapter 4.II

LI CRUZ

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"I will, my child. I will."

Alex-Harry's form faded away. Albus wiped away his tears before reentering Alex's room. Alex had a slight smile on his face as he slept deeply. Albus sat down next to Alex and drew him into his arms. He smiled fondly as he kissed Alex's forehead.

"I will." He whispered.

A week later, Voldemort chewed on his bottom lip, a nervous habit that he'd never admit to having or doing it with his followers around even Nagini. The news of Wormtail's capture by a little fox demon was nerve-wrecking. The fact that Ollivander gave one of the rarest wands to someone was even more so. He glared at the Daily Prophet. One of the small headlines read as followed.

A TRI-CORE WAND GIVEN!
By John MacDougal

Minstriy of Magic- Ollivander today came in to report one of the rarest of all wands, the tri-core wand known to the wand-making world as the Trinity Wand, have found an owner. Though the recipient of the wand has be unnamed, the Ministry is in turmoil. Who is the owner of the prized wand? What is the person's alignment? This is John MacDougal on the tail of the story of a lifetime.

Of course, the Ministry isn't going to say. He was back. They want to make sure the recipient is at least on their side. He growled. At least the bloody Boy-Who-Lived wasn't the one to stop his plans using Wormtail. He sighed. It was hard deciding to finally have Severus Snape killed.

Granted Wormtail screwed up, but to have to in the end kill his prized Potion Master is dificult, especailly since Masters are in short supply.

That fox child is the most interesting move Dumbledore has made or was it the old coot's attempt to relieve some of his sorrow over losing most of his own children? This had to be considered carefully. The fox child could be deadlier than Potter. He sat back and began to think.
The toll of the nine o'clock bell found Voldemort staring deeply into the dying embers of the fireplace.

Hermoine and Ron were pouring over the Daily Prophet during breakfast. Harry was no where to be found. Ron swore vehemently and rather loudly.

"Blamey! The Trinity has been given!"

All pureblood wizard students gave various degrees of surprise and shock. Hermione and the rest of the student population were puzzled.

"What's the importance of the Trinity wand?"

" 'Monie, you don't know? The Trinity wand is intended for one of the most powerful wizards of all time. They say some sort of goddess went to Ollivander and commissioned a Tri-core wand. She left after the completion saying only one wizard could wield it. Several of the most powerful wizards tried it, even Voldemort it is said." Ron said, his face flushed.

"The wand rejected each one and burned most of those trying to hold it. Ollivander said nothing during the whole time until the last wizard tried. According to the story, he said that no wizard alive at that time could use the wand and locked it up. That was about twenty years ago."

The students present hung on Ron's every word. Surprisingly it was Draco who spoke up.

"Right. And all this time everyone in the wizarding world thought Scar-head was going to be the one using it."

"Maybe Harry did get it." Ginny said.

"Get what?" Harry said, walking in.

"So, Scar-head, did you get the Trinity wand?" Draco taunted.

Harry Potter quickly acted like he didn't understand what that signified. He couldn't reveal the truth, yet.

"What do you mean by the Trinity Wand, Ferret?"

Before Draco could answer, a strange owl flew through the window and to Harry. He took the letter and read it. There was an odd expression on his face. He left quickly.

Everyone was talking about the Trinity Wand all day. Potter frowned into his textbook, listening to speculation about who the wielder was and what type of person had the wand. He nearly snarled. Hedwig came in, nearly knocking over several books on the common room table Potter sat at. Hedwig hissed a bit at her own clumsiness and stuck out a leg. Potter untied it and absently stroked Hedwig once. Hedwig hooted before flying off, back to the owlery.

"What's in the note, mate?" Ron asked as Potter read it quickly.

"Huh? Ah, it's a letter from someone who knew my parents. Someone who work with my mom on a few spells." Potter lied as he pocketed the letter.

"Oh." Ron went back to his homework. He knew better than to ask. Harry had been easily angered when you asked too many questions these days especially about family, Surius's death, and Snape.

Harry glared at the book he was using for homework slowly, careful not to glare at anyone. His father confirmed the possibility but he didn't understand why Harry was having trouble with his magic. He also admitted to forcing the miscarriage, but it shouldn't have kept the unborn soul from passing on.

Before he could purse that thought further, Draco Malfoy entered the Gryffindor common room with Alex in tow. Many Gryffindors had whipped their wands out, Malfoy ignored them and headed over to where Hermione was. Draco stopped completely in front of her. Alex poked Draco in the leg until Draco said stop it. He turned to Hermione.

"Ms. Granger. I. I apologized for insulting you these past school years." Draco stopped until Alex poked him again. "Ouch. And for any hexing I have done to you."

He turned to Alex. "Happy now, you three foot furball."

Alex grinned and nodded. Draco turned to Hermione, waiting for her answer. Hermione watched as Draco tried not to fidget. She considered his apology.

"I, Mr. Malfoy, do accept your apology." Hermione reply. "But I think you may have lost the support of your housemates by apologizing for me."

Draco shrugged. He took Alex's hand. "Come on, furball. We have a kitchen to raid."

"Applesause!" Alex cheered as they went through the portrait.

"What is it with you and applesause?" Everyone heard Draco ask.

The room was dead silent. Mrs. McGongal came in at that moment. She stopped and asked what's going on. Hermione explain what had just happened. Mrs. McGongal merely nodded and said Alex was a good influence on Draco before returning to her rooms.

Harry merely burst out laughing at the irony of it all. The others heard only this between Harry's scary laughter.

"Draco...inflenced by.... Demon...Neither.... Capable of caring...If they knew..."

They all supposed Harry was laughing about the fact that a demon could influence a Slytherin to be a better person except for Hermione. Something to her was off with the whole situation.

He had never like the spotlight and yet now he seemed to bask in it. He now had an arrogant air. Not to mention he grew almost a foot and a half and was solid now. When she watched him practice flying on his broom, she realized his flying style had changed. She had secretly check the Marauder's Map and some other things. All her checking had stated it was Harry Potter. So why had he changed so much? And why had he been interested in old magic arts all of a sudden?

Wait, the magic arts books he had been reading! Wasn't it something like Ancient Practices?

Hermione found the book in the library after she excused herself, saying that she needed some light reading and something for research. The book covered summonings, spellsingers, item making, and golems. She quickly skipped summonings and item making. Harry didn't have the inclination for either art. Harry couldn't sing properly for being Spellsinger. So it had to be golems. As she read, she stopped about midway about Living Golems. They became separate living things. She thought back to other times.

Harry's behavior back then was more in line with an animal. His nimble movement in air and on land, the way he slept, his fascination with staring into the fire, and the intensity of his eyes whether in grief or joy had remained her of a cat or a fox. Fox!

Everything fell together. Harry's half-hidden glares in Alex's direction. Mysterious owls with letters from a 'friend'. Alex's distrust of Harry. Harry's change in behavior. Alex was once Harry!

The Harry they were with now was the actual Harry Potter. Alex must have been the golem who managed to gain a soul so that's why Harry is angry.

Yet Alex was only eight or ten and didn't know who Harry was. She had to talk with Dumbledore. This was important.

She picked up the two books she planned to back her story with and put the other book away.

Dumbledore was showing Alex how to cast Windgradia Leviouso when Hermione burst in. She had enough mind left to close the door before bursting into questions. The old man shooed Alex, telling the small kit to find Snape, Remus, or Minvera. He listened to Hermione out before stopping her questions. He indicated for her to sit down.

"Now, you want to know why I have kept this a secret, Hermione?"

She nodded.

"I have not told anyone the truth because it is complicated and the ministry would either maimed Alex or worse killed him. Alex, yes, was once Harry you knew but he was also a living golem, which as you know is forbidden by the Britain Ministry. The real Harry returned to destroy Alex and take his place as the Boy-Who-lived, but he failed because Alex is also Lily's son."

'I can see why it's so complicated. This is beyond weird.' "Why haven't you done anything to Harry?"

"Hermione, I cannot act. If I was to pronounce what had happened, I would lose power completely. For the matter stands, that Potter is the Boy-Who-Lived now, not little Alex. No one would believe me." The old man sighed.

"Are you keeping this secret because of power!?" She asked incredulous.

"No! The truth is currently I'm the only reason Muggleborn and non-humans haven't lost what rights they have. Just after Voldemort came to power, the Ministry had been trying to restrict the rights of all Muggleborns and Halfbloods who aren't placed on the Ministry's census roster." Albus said, showing a very weary side of himself to Hermione.

"Why?"

"Voldemort was a Halfblood, merely a Muggleborn. That has been reason enough for those with privileges. The last few Dark Lords have been Halfbloods or Muggleborn."

"Why are you important?"

"Ministry can only do this if I gave my consent. Hogwarts is an intricate part of the Council which ironically was created by Laze Fox-tail, a relative of Salazar's. Supposedly. Only Hogwarts can disable the magic in Muggleborns and Halfbloods."

Hermione gaped at this admission. "So you would lose power? How?"

"The Ministry can if they believe me inept strip me of my magical powers, thus breaking the bond I have with Hogwarts enough to place someone else loyal to the Ministry. I would be reduced at best to an instructor, worse no more than someone under Filch's supervision."

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