Disclaimer:

Mrs. J.K., I tried, I really tried very hard to come up with a story starring a good Dumbledore, explaining with solid reasons why he put Harry with the Dursleys, and never checked on him. I am sorry, I am definitively in the Dumbledore is evil camp. There is no explanation possible.

So I write my stories with an evil Dumbels… for free

Previous:

The goblins raided the acromantula nest, Hagrid cried for two days. The goblins send me a thank you note for suggesting they do the culling. They did mention the inspection of the wardstone with the unmentionables and discovered the curse on the Dada course. They even suspected Dumbledore to have done the curse.

I asked for a meeting on the last Sunday of September at the goblins, with my allies, Madam Bones as Head of the DMLE, and the Mysterious ones to discuss Voldy and his merry men.

9 The trap.

A few days before the meeting I asked the room for books about rituals, best suited for Samhain. The room provided ten different tomes. Paging through the books, I wondered why the ministry deems it Dark Magic. Most rituals are beneficial ones, helping, restoring, enforcing families or individuals.

One tome stood out, the ingredients were a bit extreme, virgin blood? The comment on the side explained it:

Most wizards draw the wrong conclusion if they have to use virgin blood. There is no need to slaughter a virgin to get her blood at all! On the contrary, Virgin blood freely given is far more potent than forcibly stolen, as in unicorn blood, freely given virgin blood used in some rituals increases the effects tenfold.

The use of blood replenishing potions and stasis charms over a few days will provide enough blood for any ritual. The virgins have to be on their monthly cycles to have an effect. The blood of children is influencing each ritual negatively. The reason is the blood of virgins who can create life stands against the blood of children is taking away their life.

Man, that is deep, anyway, there were some nasty rituals in that book. One stood out, one that I could use.

The ritual of truth.

This ritual was used to question tribe or village elders before they are given the position to lead. The ritual forces them to answer truthfully for an entire day. It needs a heptagon. Each corner of the heptagon needs the amount of the blood of a female virgin, enough to drain the life away. The heptagon needs to be drawn according to the picture below, the runes on each corner…

The list went on for a long time, long story short: everyone in that heptagon is telling the truth for a whole day. Aunty Amelia is going to love this! I made a copy of the ritual with a grin.

Xxxxx

Sunday morning at Gringotts, we explained to the ones present. For the Goblin side, there was Blooddagger, Granny, and Ragnar. The ministry has Madam Bones and Croaker, my side had the Lords Abbot, Black, Greengrass, Davis, Tonks, with their wives and Dowager Longbottom.

Blooddagger started: "When Heir Potter entered Gringotts on his birthday, he questioned us about our services. When I mentioned curse-breaking on items and humans, he asked me to examine his scar. Mother discovered a very evil sort of magic in Heir Potters scar. She discovered a false Horcrux."

That started several people swearing. Croaker: "Are you certain it was a Horcrux?"

Granny: "Normally I would be insulted with that question, but I had to diagnose him five times before I was convinced myself. We are certain it was a Horcrux, because when we removed it, the Horcrux fled into the vault of Bellatrix Lestrange, and merged with another Horcrux."

I interrupted: "When they placed that Horcrux on my body to banish it, I got flashes of other Horcruxes and where they are hidden. One was with Lucius Malfoy, another was in his mothers' old house, another the Black house-elf had in his possession, the last one in Hogwarts, in a secret chamber. I collected the one from Malfoy, acting as if I was possessed by Voldemort. Gringotts got the one from his mothers' house. The Black elf was glad to give the locket. Sirius, ask him to tell the story about the locket."

Ragnar took over: "All Horcruxes but one is destroyed. We also have the main wraith of Voldemort. He is currently possessing the Dada teacher, the one who was supposed to start this September.

We caught him when he tried to enter a vault. We locked him in that body and is currently shoveling dragon dung ever since.

Heir Potter wants to capture the death eaters that bribed their way out of Askaban. He thinks, and we agree, that the mark will disappear when we eliminate Voldemort. Removing any evidence of their crimes."

My turn: "I will use Malfoy to collect all 'loyal' death eaters at Samhain. I am going to pretend to do a resurrection ritual, using the body of Harry Potter, and the magic aid of my 'loyal followers'.

Instead of a resurrection ritual, I found a Ritual of truth. It forces everyone to speak the truth for a whole day."

Croaker was fast and finished for me: "So you do the ritual, we surround them with anti portkey and apparition wards, arrest them. And question them. I never heard of that ritual, where did you find it? And what reagents does it need?"

I said: "It needs a heptagon and a quarter gallon of freely given virgin blood per corner. And a lot of runes."

Boy, the silence was deafening. I looked around: "Get a grip! Ever heard of stasis charms and blood replenishing potions? It is not a virgin that needs to be sacrificed! Only blood!"

Sirius shuddered: "Pup, for a moment my world collapsed. Blood magic is outlawed three centuries ago."

I shrugged: "A reason more to convince the death eaters it is for Voldemort's resurrection. It is stupid though, to outlaw all blood rituals. The freely given Virgin blood can amplify rituals tenfold."

Madam Bones: "I can give an exemption for prosecution when it is used under the supervision of the DMLE in order to capture criminals."

Lady Greengrass: "Where do we get the bloo… Sweet Morgana! You are going to drain the girls!"

I held my hands up: "I never said that! Besides, they need to have started their monthly cycles. The blood of children will ruin the ritual. This ritual was used to question elders and leaders before they are appointed, centuries before the Romans invaded."

Granny: "It has to be blood freely given, they need to know why they give their blood to have an effect." Mrs. Abbot: "Hannah is out then, she hasn't started yet." No one else spoke up.

Croaker: "So we need two gallons of virgin blood, a secure place to do the ritual, and a heptagon big enough to include a few dozen death eaters."

I added: "We need to be certain the death eaters are in the heptagon and not in the Auror force or unmentionables, clean your force first, a magic oath or contract, veritas serum, whatever works. One leak and it is over.

Also, I need a big ass snake, anaconda, black mamba, king cobra, that kind of snake, the Heir of Slytherin needs an impressive pet snake."

Lord abbot: "Harry, these are too dangerous to handle!" I grinned: "Not for me, I am a parseltongue, so I can control them. I plan to 'accidentally' reveal it at school. Although I don't know what the big deal is about talking to snakes. The only thing they are interested in is warmth and food."

Anyway, plans were made, adjusted, rejected, and planned again. There was no way in the Seven Hell's I was going to collect virgin blood. I gave copies of the ritual to each party and let them worry about it.

Xxxxx

When the meeting was over, I pulled Sirius and Andromeda apart: "Andromeda, that potion that causes infertility, how does it work on the human body? Destroy the eggs? The womb? Put a curse in it?"

Andromeda answered: "After I left St Mungos I stopped having my monthlies. We tried everything, it is irreversible, no magic or potion works."

I remarked: "Andromeda, try the Muggle way. These days they have hormonal therapies to stimulate the eggs to spawn. It is used successfully on females who had a hard time getting pregnant. Sirius can be helped in the same way if his sperm production is stopped. I have a friend in Ravenclaw whose parents are dentists, they can help you to find the right persons to examine you both."

Sirius: "It is too late for me pup. I already started the procedure to make you the Lord of the House. To be honest? Ten years in Askaban leaves marks behind, I doubt I am going to be a good husband, let alone a good father. You are acting more mature than I ever did. House Black will be in good hands with you."

Crap, I thought I had a solution with the wives. I asked Blooddagger: "Blooddagger, did you examine my cloak?" Blooddagger smiled: "It was a nice touch given that memory, mother had a very profitable day. Also, the evidence that Dumbledore took galleons from your trust vault for something else than your upkeep, gives us a reason to repossess it by taking it from his personal vault."

He handed my cloak back, I said my goodbyes, and called Tapsy to take me home.

Xxxxx

At home, Tapsy handed the two other Hallows to me. I felt them connecting to me, the light show was impressive. I donned the ring on my finger, donned the cloak, and held the wand. I searched for the connection and locked my magic with it.

The Hallows merged with me, not the items themselves, but the magic of the Hallows, binding to me on a different level. Man, this was a rush! A shape appeared before me, it spoke: "It is finally done, my descendant. You succeeded where many failed. By merging the three lines you became the Master of Death again. Your ancestor divided the Hallows into three parts to test his children and select a worthy Heir."

God dammed! I thought this Master of Death was bullshit! And what did he mean with Master of Death again? I was never one in the first place! I painfully remember dying from breast cancer, and from a smack from a fucking frying pan. The thingy spoke: "And yet you live." Crap, it can read minds too.

I said: "Alright, you clearly can interact with me. What does the Master of Death translate to? I am immortal now? I can snuff people's life candles? Cut the cords? Do I grow god damn wings?"

Thingy: "Your ancestor was the previous master, the Hallows when combined into one of his bloodline release the entity, some call it an aspect of Death. You will live on until you decide to separate the entity again in three parts."

I grumbled: "So, in a nutshell, I have a tapeworm in my body. Does it do anything else besides prevent me to pass on? Because surviving your children is a curse of its own."

Thingy: "You can cross the multiverse, go back and forward in time, except your own timeline. Send yourself and people to other realities. You can live your life out in this realm and at the end change to another realm."

Another explanation is: I am dead, and this is some form of Hell? Heaven? Nirvana? Some volcano gods realm from freaking Hawaii? If some nutcase is writing this shit, then I am doomed. Is this the punishment for taking the gray light instead of the bright light? Instead of living my life out, I am going to repeat it or live in different realities.

Well… let us live this life first. Once Voldemort and his stooges are taken care of, what could happen?… Did I just jinx myself?

The Hallows were normal items now, all the functions were transferred to me. My wandless magic was off the scale now. Knowledge to open portals to other universes, speed, and rewind time, it came all at once, slammed into my mind.

After inspecting them I removed all tracking charms, from centuries ago to the ones Dumbledore put on it. The cloak was clean but the wand had several. I'll bet Dumbledore is circling the mansion right now, wanting his stick back. I closed my eyes and made contact with the ward-stone. Spreading my senses, I located him, he was living the rough life, a bush fanatic, a druid in the making. Meh, I set the wards to kill the bastard if he tries to come in.

Xxxxx

Finally! I can pop without elves! Those Hallows are good for something after all. I appeared behind Tonks and hugged her: "How is my most favorite Tonks in the whole wide world?" she snickered: "That would be more impressive if you were at least a foot bigger." I shot back: "Alright, next time I hug your front. There is my height an advantage." She slapped my head: "Cool it junior, you are a few years too soon." I complained: "Not even married yet and I am exposed to domestic abuse. Anyway, your mum said hi."

She grabbed my shoulders and asked: "Mum? What did she need?" I grinned: "She asked me to name our first daughter after her. Stop shaking me, Tonks! I am joking! We were having a meeting with Gringotts and the alliance. It is kind of classified." Should I ask if she is still a virgin? Nah, that is risking to get hexed. Especially when I ask for a pint of blood."

Daphne and Tracey came to help me… Why the bloody hell are they helping Tonks? Megan is ambushing me from behind… Neville sat on a couch with Susan and Hannah watching the show, grinning. Bloody traitor. Should I inform his girls of the pictures he pocketed? No that would be cruel.

I declared: "I skipped lunch, I am going to the kitchen to grab a bite." Suddenly they all got hungry again. We found the picture with the laughing pear, the door opened with a giggle, showing the big kitchen.

Several elves swarmed around us, eager to help us. "Hello everyone, we, the Huffelypuff's want to thank you all for your hard work and tasty food." The elves were ecstatic, I got my foot stumped by Hannah. Tea and snacks appeared before us. While we were eating is spread my magic senses through the kitchen. In some fan-fics Helga Hufflepuffs secret chamber is in the kitchen, so a quick scan wouldn't hurt.

A classic case of secret passage was behind the fireplace, I asked Hoggy if he knew about it. Hoggy answered: "We be knowing about the passage, but not how to get in student Potter." Tonks speculated: "Maybe it needs a password? Or it is an exit only." I asked: "Hoggy would you mind if we investigate it? We promise to not get in the way of your important work." Cooking our next meal is bloody important after all.

We started to check the fireplace out. Daphne said: "The only thing out of the ordinary is this little snake motive." Should I risk it? That bloody Basilisk is still alive. I am Master of Death, but everyone else is not.

I made up my mind: "Alright, next weekend we will going to explore this. I have a way to open the passage. We have to prepare first." Tonks could not hold it in: "Prove it first that you can open it."

I shrugged and looked at the snake motive: § open up § The fireplace opened to a corridor. § Close § the fireplace closed on my command.

Megan: "Harry? Since when do you speak parseltongue?" smiling I answered: "For as long as I can remember, it is pretty useless though, all they talk about is food and warmth. Why? It is not a big deal."

Hannah: "A lot of Dark wizards spoke parseltongue." Puzzled I asked: "A lot of Dark wizards spoke french, so what is your point?" Hannah was stubborn: "Slytherin was a parseltongue!" I laughed: "Hannah you just proved my point. Do you really think a 'Dark' wizard is going to team up with three 'Light' wizards to build a school? Merlin was a parseltongue too, so was Paracelsus."

Neville hugged Hannah: "He is right Hannah, it is not the magic that is evil, it is the person using it. It is the same with parseltongue." It was on the tip of my tongue to tell them the best use of parseltongue, but they are four bloody years too young.

Tracey asked: "Harry, what do you have to prepare for? We can light the way, and learned the cleaning charms." I looked at her: "Remember the sigil of Slytherin? Did you never hear of the chamber of secrets? And the monster he is supposed to have left behind?" Daphne said: "Those are rumors, and a thousand years ago. What monster can live that long?"

I asked her: "Try a basilisk. It is a magical monster that can survive on excess magic, which is plenty around here. Don't you think it is a possibility?"

Neville asked: "How do you prepare for a thousand-year-old Basilisk?" Susan gasped: "Roosters! The crow of a rooster is deadly for a Basilisk!" I cheered: "We have a winner! Give the beautiful girl a price! Neville! Do your duty and give her a peck on the cheek!" Neville could be a Griffindor after all. He did give Susan a peck. The poor girl blew a couple of fuses. Steam coming out of her ears.

Tonks said: "So next weekend we get down there with a bunch of roosters." I confirmed it: "A lot of them, stunned and with a compulsion charm to crow repeatedly. If we see or hear Basi, release the roosters and re-enervate them. Basi dies, and we rake the galleons in by selling the corps. If there is no monster down there, we just explore the tunnels. And have fun. We best keep this a secret until next week."

Xxxxx

Monday morning I received a letter from Astoria, asking for advice:

Dear Heir Potter,

Like you told me, I kept on circulating my magic. It is going great, I can feel it flowing through my body. Do you have other tips that I can use to advance?

I have so far… it was followed with the rambling of a pre-teen, it ended with:

Your friend

Astoria Greengrass

I showed the letter to Daphne: "Sister is gaining dear, I am going to suggest the exercise you are on right now."

Daphne smiled: "Good for her, now she has something to do, Mum and dad are often very busy, we used to play a lot together with Tracey. Now Tracey and I are in school, she is lonely."

I started my reply:

Dear Astoria,

First of all, with circulating your magic, make sure you include your brain. It improves your memory and intelligence, it also helps you in your occlumency training.

I suggest two extra tasks. First, take a marble and a piece of parchment, focus your magic on the marble and try to move it, then focus on the parchment and try to lift it. Just focus on your magic and reach out with it.

The second task is developing your body. Running, exercising, running an obstacle course, swimming. Those are things you can do to train your body. Remember, your magic flows through your body, the stronger your body is, the stronger your magic is going to get. Again, do not overtrain yourself. With this letter is a book about training schedules. And as always, let your parents approve all of this first.

What followed was the rambling of a teenager describing school life, I ended with.

Your friend

Harry Potter.

I mailed the letter and book and went to class… dammed, it was with Kitty… she looked exhausted, the poor thing was overworked as a deputy, now as a Headmistress, she is ready to crash. Dumbledore left a big mess behind.

Al in all I am grateful for the RoR because these lessons were boring. We demonstrated the spell a few times and spend the rest of the lesson helping others out. Hermione is very talented, she is adapting the spells to her own. Absorbing the theory from books, but not following it blindly, she is combining the theory with my explanation and it showed results. Padma is a close second.

Xxxxx

Dancing lessons were progressing fine, the old man could not dance at all. When he danced it was like he was a wooden puppet that got grabbed by the neck and violently got shaken. You know? The typical white guy, stiff as a board. Being a Heavy Metal fan did not help in his dancing skills at all. Before he lost them, he did a great headbanging… he got depressed when they laughed when his wig dropped.

That was the moment I accepted the loss of my hair. You know, a Jean-Luc Picard, Professor X, Hmm, it's the same bloody actor.

Anyway, dancing went fine, the waltz was great, although with Tonks it was a bit distracting, my eye level was reaching her boobs. It was bloody distracting when she noticed my stare and started to increase and shrink them in size. The bint laughed every time I stumbled. She stumbled too when I lowered my hand and pinched her bum.

Megan had steam coming from her ears when we practiced the Tango, those South Americans have the talent to make a dance hot and sensual. Daphne laughed until I practiced the Lambada with her.

I used the room to practice the ritual, I had to impress the death eaters so creating the heptagon and runes with wandless magic should do the trick. The chant, the one I did not include in the copies, is already memorized.

Xxxxx

The girls started the rumor that I might be the Heir of Slytherin, revealing that I am a parselmouth. It was me asking to start those rumors.

A seventh-year Slytherin thought it was funny to conjure a snake with serpentsorta, a big rattlesnake went to me, I crouched and said: §Hello little friend, can I do something for you?§ The snake: §Speaker, I do not like it here, it is too cold! Send me back!§ I canceled the conjuration, and looked at the Slytherin: "Are you certain that you are a Slytherin? Because from where I am standing, it is more a Griffindor I see. Cunning? Ambition? Do you even know what those words mean? Tell me, you dumb ass idiot, how is bullying everyone going to help you in the future? Making enemies of three-quarters of the wizard population is cunning? Grow up ass hole." I turned and left. Ah… a great rant, even if I say so myself.

Xxxxx

A few days later Tonks pulled me aside in the RoR: "Potter! What have you been telling my mum? She asked me if I was still a freaking virgin!" I panicked and blurted out: "What can I have been telling her? I can't get it even up yet!" Although, that would be a lie. There was movement down below. Finally.

Tonks caught the lie: "Bull shit! I saw it when we were swimming yesterday! You kept staring at my ass! Those swimming trunks do not hide your erection! Tell me, what did you tell mum?" I had the attention of everyone.

I sighed: "OK, At Samhain, I am going to perform a ritual. No, let me start at the beginning. There is a prophecy of me and Voldemort. He did not die completely, he left anchors to prevent him from fully dying. Now, he is a wraith possessing the body of our former Dada teacher.

The goblins caught him and destroyed all but one anchor. By the way, my scar was an anchor too, it hurts like a bitch to remove it.

By destroying it from my scar, it fled to another anchor, in Bellatrix Lestrange's vault. When they destroyed that anchor, I got information about the other anchors, one was in Malfoy's possession.

You know at the Abbot ball, introducing me to the wizarding world? I pretended to be possessed by Voldemort, to get that anchor, I may have threatened him to play with his little Draco here in school. Hence Durmstrang Draco, and Nott.

Here comes the part of your virginity. Before we destroy the last anchor we plan to arrest all free death eaters. At Samhain, I will pretend to do a resurrection ritual, but in fact, it will be a Ritual of Truth. Forcing them to speak the truth for a whole day. The ritual is ancient and reacquires virgin blood. A lot of virgin blood, freely given."

Again, the silence is deafening. I grumbled: "What is wrong with you all! Blood replenishing potions! Stasis charms! It needs blood not the corpses of virgins!"

Daphne slapped my head: "We are not upset with the blood, but with you going to do a ritual in the presence of I don't know how many death eaters. What if they found out and set a counter trap? Or kill you when they resist arrest?"

Tracey asked: "Do you need our blood to Harry? We are willing to give it to you." I hugged her: "No dear, I do not need it, the unmentionables are taking care of that. I heard the leader mention that a Vampire family ran a blood bank."

Tonks said: "I doubt that will work Harry, those are the blood of muggle girls. Doesn't it need magic blood?" After thinking it through: "No, it is an ancient ritual, to select elders and chiefs of a village. The blood had to come from the village girls I suppose."

Neville: "What if we want to give blood Harry? It is our fight as well!" I nodded: "True, especially you and Susan. Although it has to be virgin girls' blood, girls that already had their periods. The blood of children will ruin the ritual. And to be honest? I was afraid to ask it. This is not a comfortable topic to discuss is it?"

Hannah said: "I can't give blood then, my cycle hasn't started yet." Megan: "Mine neither." Tonks sighed: "Mine is not good either: I had a foolish fling with Charley Weasley last year, but the tosser dropped me for Dragons." Tonks got her hug pile. I heard Tracey whisper: "Harry is way better Tonks, he will make us all happy." Yeah… no pressure at all.

Susan: "Harry, let them collect our blood in the shrieking shack. The secret will be better with us than with some Vampires, they have connections with death eaters."

I wrote a quick note to Croaker to arrange it and let Neville's elf deliver it.

Xxxxx

Kitty helped us, by accepting a temporal transfiguration teacher from the mysterious ones. An old witch named Mrs. Derrick. The first thing we did was get detention with her, three times a week for the rest of the month. When the month was almost done the girls will be sick of the taste from the potions. We should reach the two gallons easily.

While the girls were bleeding, I was in the RoR practicing my Patronus. A perk from the Master of Death: it can take any shape I want it to.

The weekend came and we prepared for our trip into the bowels of the castle. We had to postpone it for a day because the roosters we had delivered to the Hogwart elves for us... did not make it. They served them to us with mashed potatoes and apple sauce.

The elves thought we needed a good meal before exploring. We need a rooster before we go in, it translates to that too. Tasty though.

Sunday after breakfast, with new roosters, Tonks was poking her rooster, smacking her lips, I opened the fireplace and we went inside. We put the stunned roosters in our backpack, the girls lit the place up and Neville and I were on cleaning duty. Everyone was nervous, anticipating the possibility of the monster. Oh? A one-way see-through wall? Dammed! Those are the boy's showers!

Tonks: "that is Rancher who is wanking in there!" speechless, Neville and I watched the girls study the action. I recovered: "Ahem… learning something new? Is it interesting?" The girls had the decency to blush. And walked by, glancing sideways for one last look.

We passed another wall… Hah! Our turn! The girl's shower! The action was better too, two sixth years, getting it on… Neville and I were captivated... so were the girls. Curiosity is a strange thing, after twenty minutes we learned enough. Tonks was snickering, the girls were looking thoughtful, Nev and I have trouble adjusting our pants.

We got our focus back when we found our first shed snakeskin. Tracey: "Morgana's saggy tits! That is a monster! Are you certain these roosters are up for it?" I nodded: "If it is a Basilisk then yes."

We reached a dead end, after inspecting the wall Hannah found the small snake motive. First I did a scan behind the wall, there was no snake inside: §Open§ A door appeared to a room. This should be Slytherin's quarters, the room had several doors, after scanning behind them, one had a gigantic snake lying in front of the door.

Whispering: "Girls and Nev, the Basilisk is behind that door. Release the roosters and wake them up, check if the compulsion charm is still active first. We put the roosters at the door, they started crowing, and I opened the door. The basilisk spasms and strong convulsions went through the body, trashing the hallway.

It laid still after a minute. The girls were hysterical, watching a big monster move in front of you is different than talking about it. I admit I was scared shitless too. I tried to crank the mood back up: "Do you think goblins like Snake meat? I claim the skeleton though! It will be nice in my hall!" Yep, I totally stole the idea from my brother's fan-fiction and some others.

Daphne and Tracey calmed down, Daphne said: "Our parents would be very interested to sell the parts. We know Goblins love meat, I don't know this is edible though." I said: "Let me test if this place is outside the wards. Tapsy! Can you come here please?"

Tapsy popped in: "Master Harry called for Tapsy?" I showed the Basilisk: "Tapsy, can our elves render this Basilisk, or do we need to hire someone?" Tapsy was excited: "Hakky and Stabby be perfect for it! We be having big trunks for it too. Master Fleamont was a big hunter, Hakky and Stabby learned from their parents how to slaughter big animals."

I looked at everyone: "We let Hakky and Stabby render the snake, we split the profits into equal parts, I will deduct the skeleton from my part. Daphne and Tracey will negotiate with their parents for the sale. Does someone else have another idea?

Megan: "Let's us explore this place first, we might find some treasure." It really was Salazar's private quarters, although he had a big ass bed, he must have a lot of company. Everything was perfectly preserved. The private quarters had a stasis charm on it which we broke by entering. I inspected the door where the basilisk was from and did not discover a snake motive, meaning Voldemort never entered this room.

The study was littered with books in Parseltongue, the Grimoire stood on a pedestal in the corner, there is a potions lab with many ancient books, Tonks was salivating on them: "Hubby, these are priceless! A lot of knowledge was lost at the witch hunts when they burned a lot of homes. Also, many lines died out. Losing a lot of knowledge with them."

I pecked her on the cheek: "Well my wife, it is our family magic now." I looked at everyone: "Not only Longbottom and Potter but also Abbot, Black, Bones, Davis, Greengrass, Jones, and Tonks too. We will not divide this knowledge, but share everything among us. So we will strengthen our families."

Yes! My first hug pile! Tonks is generous and pressed her boobs against my face, Susan was second-best in the boobs department and pressed them at my back. Daphne whispered: "Enjoy it, Dear, you earned it." I say it again: Girls are scary!

We went all over the place, searching for secret compartments, I had to hiss at every snake motive, a small room was found filled with gold and precious stones. I said to the girls: "It looks we don't have money trouble for the first half-century. Tonks, can you take some samples from these old coins? They are worth a fortune in the muggle world. Your dad can auction them in our name. We better keep the gems, we can use them in our studies of magic. Or sell them later."

Xxxxx

We let Hakky and Stabby render the snake, closing everything after us, we passed the see-through walls… Nobody there, bummer. I scanned the kitchen for human presence, entered, and donated the roosters for tonight's dinner.

Daphne, Tracey, and Tonks had letters to write, the rest of us took a snack and went to the RoR.

Neville summed it up: "Never a dull moment with you Harry, but today was an adventure." I chuckled: "I'll bet we learned a lot of the human body too. Now I know how to wank, and how girls entertain themselves without us." Neville roared of laughter, while the girls blushed deeply red.

Neville: "At least we will know what to do when we are in the sixth year." Hannah blurted: "Fourth years do that too." She slapped her hands before her mouth when she realized what she said. I shrugged: "OK, we will wait until the fourth year."

While the others were meditating, I practiced my Patronus now that I had a good look at the Basilisk, I send one to Croaker with a message: "Hello Mr. unmentionable, The ritual needs to be done in Little Hangleton on the private graveyard of the Riddle Family, it is Voldemort's fathers family. Next week I order Malfoy to prepare the site, so you have a week to scout it out."

I'll bet he shit his pants when Basi came talking.

Xxxxx

It took three days for Hakky and Stabby to render the snake. Daphne and Tracey were doing overtime negotiating with their parents and Goblins. Tonks Sr was happy with the coins and asked Tonksie for more samples.

Astoria wrote another letter:

Harry!

I did it! I moved the marble! Mum and dad are so proud of me, they took me to a fancy restaurant to celebrate! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

I started to exercise too. Dad approved of your book so we followed the schedule for children from it. It is difficult, but if you say it is important, it must be true.

I forgot to include my brain in the circulation, but I am correcting it right now.

What followed was the life story of one Astoria Greengrass, she ended with:

If Daphne does not want you, I'll be happy to take her place.

Your friend Astoria Greengrass.

I smiled and showed the letter to Daphne, she skimmed it, grinned, and said: "Well… you have a backup. An eager one even."

I shrugged: "I have my hands full with the current ones. So there is no rush to add more. At this pace, she will have wandless magic down before the next school year. She will be a big hit, popular too."

The moment that left my mouth, I knew I am in trouble. She will be haunted by marriage proposals like her sister.

We started to help Tonks study for her Newts, potions went fine with Slughorn, although we avoided his parties like the plague. One day, after another invite I said: "Please sir, learn to take no for an answer. As a teacher, you should not show favoritism. If it was on me, I booted you out of here the first lesson I got from you. Sucking up at important people and ignoring the mediocre, shows just how shallow you are."

Said in front of two classes, it went through the gossip vines like fire. Soon more and more people canceled his dinner parties. Another good deed was done.

The weekend before Samhain I set my Patronus at Lucius Malfoy. My Basilisk reached him at breakfast: "Lucius, my slippery lieutenant. I will return on Samhain. Gather everyone at midday in Little Hangleton, at the private graveyard of the Riddle family. Prepare an open space so I can do my ritual, I expect all my marked followers to be there because I need their magic aiding me in the ritual.

I kind of like this body, I will take this body for a fresh start. I will speak with you at the graveyard Lucius. Remember, my marked and unmarked followers. You can even bring your minister and his toad."

Lucius was speechless. His master was already so powerful so that he can produce a messenger Patronus? Narcissa was shaking, that madman was coming back? Lucius knew! That is why Draco and Theo went to Durmstrang on such short notice.

Narcissa asked: "You knew he was coming back?" Lucius nodded: "Yes, you met him at the Abbots, he is possessing the Potter boy. I heard he has already followers in his year, all of them show sixth-year magic control. I have no other choice than to follow orders, he will revive with or without us. If we don't help, then life here will be worse than hell."

Narcissa sighed: "Start preparing, I will set our emergency funds back in place at our safe houses."