Chapter 12 - Talks
Harry apparates at the entrance of the Department of Mysteries.
"Welcome to the Department of Mysteries. How may I help you?"
"There might be a prophecy in my name."
"Sure, please sign here."
Harry quickly signs Lord Emrys and pushes his magic in the book and wards. The man looks at him in shock, and gasps when he realizes who is in front of him.
"Unspeakable Arizons, no need for your shock as I know you know who exactly I am."
"Of course, Lord Emrys."
"Am I right when saying that Head Unspeakable cleansed the Department when I was leading a cleansing of the Ministry?"
"Indeed, Lord Emrys. Four have been arrested and purged of all their knowledge. Am I right in saying that your claiming of the Department isn't your usual social call?"
"And here I thought you already knew why I am here today, Head Unspeakable. Please, show me around before we reconvene in your office."
He meets with every Unspeakable and Harry personally thanks them of their hard work to protect the Realm.
Both Croaker and Harry are soon sitting down in the former's office.
"While arresting Riddle, my Rangers arrested seven unknown. I personally interrogated them and this is the result."
Harry waves his hand and the small tower of parchment leaves the trunk and sets itself on the Head Unspeakable's desk.
"The short story is Grindelwald and Dumbledore created numerous terrorist cells in every Ministry building in the magical world. Britain, France and the USA's magical Ministries are cleansed. Except the large group infiltrating every Ministry, there is a geoup between five and ten hidden in a safehouse, which can be found in a totally muggle small village. Most locations are within these decuments. As Lord Emrys, I hold all Departments of Mysteries within Albion. In which I put you in charge of cleansing the Departments undercover and purge any information from these traitors. That is your work and I trust you to do it well. But today, you and I will work heavily on how to cleanse every Ministry building and arresting every single traitor."
Harry started working on plans while Croaker started reading everything. A few hours later, he reads everything Harry planned until now
"Harry, all of this is gigantic. A dying magical country covertly using its remaining powers to destroy our world is ..."
"I know. It seems that Lady Magic has plans for that as well. Let us work on how the Unspeakables will clean the Ministries and I will take care of Chypre and Russia at the right time. We also need to work on how to arrest those hidden in safehouses."
"Cleansing the Ministries is going to be really easy. It can be done simultaneously and take up to half an hour. First, we need to cleanse all Department of Mysteries. That must be done as quickly as possible."
"Since we have proposals we can activate to shut down the Departments and call in all Unspeakables, that will be an easy task to achieve. Our second task is the hardest, which will be to cleanse the Ministries. The arrests can be made from and to the Departments."
"Indeed. We shall use our control over the wards of each Ministry to portkey in their offices, quickly subduing them and portkey everyone in undergroud cells, where they will be arrested and disappear forever."
Harry nods and writes everything. "What if something go wrong? What will be your decisions?"
"I see that you actually are someone who plans ahead. The wards of the Ministries are going to contrilled, hence not allowing anyone with the mark."
Harry nods and sends him a wry smile. "I want to receive full arrest reports, and all transcrips regarding their interrogation. I want to start whatever will happen in a position of strength. The safehouses must have something in common. But what?"
Croaker sends him a surprised and approving look. "Wards. Since you studied their wards, we will be looking for these exact same set of wards. Add on top of it the magic of the mark and you have a totally tracker to hunt them down."
Harry sends him a smile in thanks. "Fair enough. Let us go through the plans again and create alternative plans if they discover we know everything about them."
They spent the next four hours planning and breaking their heads over anything that could go wrong.
Harry drinks a headache relief potion and enters Hogwarts. He is met by a fight of his best friend and Miss Granger.
"Ron, Miss Granger. May I ask why you are both yelling in the middle of fhe corridor?"
Both jump when they hear his voice and Ron sends him a warm smile. "She was saying you're a dark wizard."
"Why Ron, while there is nothing wrong with being a dark wizard, I'm a gray wizard. Too much of light blinds everyone while too much of darkness kill everything. Middle ground is always the best logic. That being said, light and dark are notions about the users of magic, not how someone uses its magic. Two of Merlin close advisors were dark wizards but worked for the goodness of Albion. If the both of you were fighting about good versus evil, I would have understood your .. precarious sotuation."
He loses any calm resemblance and sends Hermione a hard glare. "I did tell you to not make claims without magical proofs, Miss Granger. You are an embarrassment and the shadow of your true self. Your true face is close to evil like Dumbledore, a man you seem to worship. Let me be very clear Miss Granger, if you speak about me against me without proof, Magic will require payment and I either won't protect nor enforce your consequences. Your actions will result in your own consequences. Good day to you both."
He ignores everyone who was watching his total destruction of Hermione.
He sends a Patronus to Minerva with a copy of what happened and asking her to deal with Miss Granger. Walking around, he spends his time answering questions from the students.
"Victor, how do you find Hogwarts? Be frank, I won't be insulted."
"It is different than back home but no one expected to witness everything that has been going on. In a sense, its better than home. The food is a bit greasy though."
Harry sends him a smile and more than a couple around Victor slightly blush. "Morgan, please come here for a moment."
A house-elf wearing a uniform with the Hogwarts crest pops in front of him. "Please talk with these kind people about what kind of food they want to eat and the recipes to make them. Then, I want you to pop to Champion Delacour and ask her the same questions."
The elf smiles brightly. "Of course Master Harry. Thank you Master Harry for allowing us to learn more."
"My pleasure Morgan." He winks at them. "The food issue shall be taken care of around dinner tonight. Good day everyone and may Magic protect you all."
He leaves a stunned group of foreigners and heads to the Astronomy tower, to look at the surroundings.
He basks in the sunny day, the smell of the lake, the laughter of the students, the Quidditch players running their trainings and those relaxing, enjoying a surprising mild November day.
"It's a sight to remember, isn't it?"
"Indeed. Their innocence is to be cherished and protected, Filius. While I am for teaching them to understand the concept that anything can happen and its better to be protected, they are also allowed to disconnect themselves and use that innocence."
"Something you weren't allowed, Harry. I understand and I agree with you. I came to tell you that Miss Granger received her punishment. Since it was her first punishment after you talked to her, she got a note in her file stating everything that happened. Other than that, how are you?"
"Dealing with one issue after the other while trying to fix everything Dumbledore purposely messed up. How about you?"
"Watching you dealing with issues I never realized while teaching the students. Most of them started to get more involved in their studies. I do not know if its due to you being a graduate at fourteen or they see what you are doing and try to boost Hogwarts' notoriety."
"Be it either way, I'm proud they are taking their studies more seriously. After all, it is their future. I have a problem. There is a gigantic Acromentulas' nest in the further part of the Forbidden Forest. I do not know what to do with it, as it represent a danger to all lives in the Forest and all the students."
"Acromentulas, you say? Well, they fear fire. Why not lit their nest on fire?"
Harry chuckles at the clear hatred in the Professor's voice. "While I want to finish them all, I want their silk." Harry stops talking as a plan is building itself in his head. "I found it. I won't be present during dinner tonight, Filius. Don't worry about me, I will be back around nine in the evening."
"I want to come and help. I haven't had any fun in years!"
Harry starts laughing and nods at his favorite Professor. "Of course Filius, I shall never break your fun. Let me show you my armory."
They spend most of the afternoon testing Harry's weapons and outfitting themselves. They leave around six and Harry apparates them in rhe middle of the forest.
"Interesting weapons, Harry. Where did you get them?"
"Various workshops in Europe in the last three years. I can take you to a few of them during Yule if you want."
"That is interesting. I shall give you my answer soon. How do you want to do this?"
"Firebombs, we throw between fifty and one hundred every ten minutes. It should burn most of them. We collect all the silk and all the dead bodies. I will bring them to Ragnok, he knows what to do with all of that. We should have enough silk for years of clothing."
Filius nods and sends a cutting curse to a spider coming near them. "We seem to have reached their nest. Happy hunting Filius."
"To you too Harry."
Both unleash a hell of spells, which quickly overwhelms the spiders near the entrance of the nest. Harry quickly throws ten firebombs in the nest and continues to send large cutting curses, fire spells and numerous other spells.
Filius quickly finishes cleaning the surrounding grounds and starts to help Harry. Half an hour later, they achieved their first goal. Cleaning the enteance and the first part of the nest. With such a foothold inside the enemy's territory, they start lauching high intensity fire spells on everything while throwing firebombs.
The extermination has been going way better and way faster than expected. They burned all eggs, kids and adults spiders and after almost an hour and a half of lauching fires, they reach to the final part of the nest.
Both Filius and him start attacking and burning the very ground these spiders walk on, which saw in return a sudden collapse of all remaining spiders, as they are burning and dying.
After two hours, they collect everything they can salvage and apparate back in Gringotts. Burning marks, cuts and numerous visible effects of their battle shock the goblins standing guard near the King's office. They quickly let them enter and Ragnok ogles at them.
"What the hell happened now?"
"Acromentulas. The Forbidden Forest had a giant nest and we decided to burn it to the ground. We collected enough resources for lets say seven years worth of clothing and enough spiders for seventy thousand armors. I'm going to give you two thirds of the silk' worth and a third of the armor's worth. And I'm giving Filius the rest of the silk's worth and one hundred armor for him and anyone he wants to protect."
"Deal!"
"Thank you Harry."
"No worries. Ragnok, we need to return to Hogwarts to clean ourselves and eat. I shall contact you soon."
"Have fun Harry. Not that it will be as enjoyable as this afternoon."
Harry shakes his head while Filius chuckles at the sight he is witnessing. Both apparate directly to their respective quarters and meet fifteen minutes later in the Great Hall. "This was fun Filius! We should duel soon."
"Indeed it was Harry. And I will be honored to duel you. I saw your speed and precision tonight. Only one learns to cast like that after years of training Harry. You are something close to a powerhouse."
"I train hard Filius. I need to give someone the good news."
He leaves a thinking Filius and walks to the Gryffindor table. "Ron, I have great news. Remember in our second year our meeting with the Acromentulas?"
Ron turns white and nods while shaking. "Well, they are gone. All of them. Totally destroyed. No more corrupting the Forest."
Colors return to Ron who sends Harry a shocked look. "Yup, we had fun today and burned them all. Now the Forest has the regular dangerous issues, no longer the spiders."
"Thank you Harry. Mate, you don't understand how happy I truly am. This is great news."
He nods and walks to the head table. "Where were you and Filius all afternoon?"
"We were taking down the Acromentula nest in the hidden part of the Forest."
All Professors look at him and Filius in shock. "What? They were corrupting the magic of the Forest. How did you want to to relocate thousands of giant spiders? We, as in Filius and I, burned them all, cleansed the whole cave and made sure not a single spider is alive, be it an egg or already born spider. It was a great stress relief activity."
They all spend most of dinner in silence, processing what Harry just told them. Harry quickly apparates to his quarters, only to be met by his godfathers.
"We heard what you said and we left early. Why didn't you tell us?"
"You weren't close and I wanted to do it as soon I remembered them. Now, let us enjoy our evening and play games."
Harry apparates to St-Mungos around seven thirty and is happy that he had time to train and eat without rushing.
He walks around the hospital and is shocked by the major differences in the building. He quickly visits each floor and is smiling like a good by the major advancement of St-Mungos. Ten minutes before eight, he meets with the the bigger staff.
"Well, it does seem that St-Mungos is now an actual fully functional hospital."
"Indeed Lord Potter. We are now considered of international caliber. We have enough funds to work for over twenty-five years."
Harry nods and they continue talking till they reach the entrance stairs of the hospital. The Director speaks first.
"We are here talking today to officially open the new hospital. Improvements, better personnel, better equipments and better wards are now the new St-Mungos. All of this wouldn't have been possible without the direct help of Lord Potter's donation and Gringotts quick and efficient work. We thank both parties for their massive work in upgrading St-Mungos. And now, I invite Lord Potter for a few words."
"Thank you Director Jones. My donation was only a small bump in the right direction for a major institution such as St-Mungos. In the last few years, I have secretly asked my Account Manager to purchase a few Apothecary in the world. It is with great honor and joy that I donate two Apothecary to the official hospital of St-Mungos. Both businesses will be in an account, to support the hospital needs while gaining more funds, hence assuring the hospital independency and long term funding. Healers are one of the underestimated professions and one must always resoect those who heal us amd rebuild us better than before. I thank every Healer across Britain and the world for their hard work and hope that not only more will brcome Healers but even more will truly respect this sacred profession. Thank you."
He turns around and hands an envelope containing all details of the Apothecaries to him. "Director Jones, it is an honor to hand you the key to St-Mungos independence from any political lackeys. I only request that you keep this hospital at its best and become the best in the world."
"Lord Potter, I ... no, we thank you for everything you have done and keep doing. We will honor this request to the best of our abilities."
Harry bows in respect and shakes more than a few hands before returning to Hogwarts.
He sighs as he sits down in his seat next to Minerva. "What happened?"
"Oh nothing. I was in a press conference for the official reopening of St-Mungos. I gave them the means to be financially independent. Nothing big."
Everyone look at him incredulously, as they don't know what he did but knowing him, it must have been big.
Filius is too curious and asks the question everyone wants to ask him. "What exactly did you do to give them financial independency?"
"Since last summer, I asked my Account Manager to buy Apothecaries across the world. I donated two of them to St-Mungos, which will see both cheaper goods for their needs and constant revenue. Nothing too big honestly. It's a small thing I was planning to do since October to be honest."
Starting to get used to his behavior, everyone turn to their neighbors and start talking about this news for a while before normalcy returns to the Castle. "Now, how is everyone?"
Harry and Filius explained all the rules of dueling and divided everyone in their strength groups.
Near the end, both instructors stop everything and decided to show them what a proper duel looks like.
Spells fly in a poetic chaos between the two duelers. Both being hit yet continue until the ten minutes mark hit.
"This is a duel between two fully trained duelers. We do not expect you to reach that level anytime soon but we expect dedication and open minds to learn and actually go forward in dueling. Professor Flitwick?"
"Thank you Harry. I fully support his statement and want to add one small thing. Those who wake up early must have realized that Harry trains his body which sees him to cast longer, faster and stronger. You can either train with him or we can start a physical activity class in January."
They quickly dismiss them and Harry waves his wand to set the class back to order. "That was a great class Harry. And you have a talent to talk to students."
"I'm fourteen, Filius. Even if my magic, mind, body and soul isn't fourteen, I'm still that age at the end of the day. I try to make it as close as I was taught. Your mastery on dueling and clearly battle magic is no small feat."
The older man chuckles softly. "You recognized it? I'm not surprised honestly. You have your own way of dueling, either conventionally or not."
"I have a feeling most of the staff will show up in the Defense clubs."
Flilus smirks and quickly heads to his quarters while Harry walks around the Castle, thinking about the Russians and their network of terrorists. After a thirty minutes walk, he feels someone walking behind him and quickly raises a shield while throwing stunners.
He sees five people stunned on the floor. He quickly revives them and sends them a questioning look.
"We were returning from the kitchens. We brought food, as we were hungry after the dueling club."
Harry nods and slowly levitates them, helping them to stand up again. He then realizes that he is close to the Slytherin common room, which he opens with a hiss and follow the students.
A third of the House was srill awake and most are taken aback with Harry in their common room. "How many of you are hungry?"
Most nod and he quickly asks for a house-elf. "Send enough food for all the students here. I want you to send elves to each common room and see if they need food. Act accordingly."
The elf nods and pops away. "Next time you want something, ask for it. I won't say no to have you fed, trust me on that one. Now, who wants to discuss dueling and defense?"
The older students come and start a debate with him about which spells are better about which kind.
"To better defend yourself against a certain kind of magic, you have to, at the very least, understand what that magic is doing. Now, some are light while others are dark. I, as you all know, am a gray wizard. I know the theory behind dark magic, which enabled me to better defend myself against said magic. All knowledge you will have in DADA at Hogwarts is to protect you against light and gray magic. The DADA Mastery will teach you to protect yourself against dark magic."
"But how do you do all of that? You turned fourteen last summer."
"I know and I didn't get your birthday card. I was really sad." Most chuckle at the pink face of the seventh year, who is chuckling. "You do know that the more you practise your magic, the bigger it gets. Well, from age one to eleven, my magic was getting bigger, not with my own accord. Since my relatives were ... showing me their love in a physical way, my magic was always working to heal me and compensate the lack of food. Of course it couldn't achieve miracles but the constant focus of my magic in keeping me alive with these animals was enough that when I reached Hogwarts, my magical core was resembling more one of a fifteen years old."
A heavy silence fills the Slytherin common room. "But, to leave this horrific topic behind us, if you choose to levitate an object for lets say four hours without dropping it, the constant use of magic works your core exactly the same way your muscles do when you move, train, walk, run, ect. Here."
He lazily waves his hand and an empty table in the corner of the common room levitates next to Harry. "I can levitate this table for hours without even feeling a drop of my magic. Why? Well, when I was reading ahead in the library, I used to also train the spells I read on. The first time I levitated one of my books, it fell in my head. I got so mad that when I levitated again, I slammed it to the ceiling. Took me fifteen bloody minutes bringing it down. Anyway, from September to December, I trained my magic to not only answer me, but I willed it to listen to my command. Then, I started levitating objects until it became easy and went to heavier. And so on. The trick isn't to learn to do a spell once but to learn how to do a spell like waving your hands in the air."
A third year sits in front of Harry. "So you are telling us to continuously practising all the spells we learn, even those we mastered."
"Yes! You truly master a spell when you can do it wordlessly and wandlessly. Don't get me started of wandless being hard, it isn't true. Sorry my language but that's utter bullshit. Every single wizard and witch can do up to third and fourth year spells wandlessly. Those with greater magical cores can do up to sixth year. More rare are those who can achieve seventh year. And then, you sadly have people like me who can almost do anything wandlessly. Isn't right, Salazar?"
All Slytherins turn towards the portrait near the central fireplace. "Indeed Harry, totally true. Anyone can produce a worthy shield wandlessly. Of course you aren't a comparable measure but they get the picture."
"Thanks Sal. Here you have it. I succedded third year spells in March nineteen ninety-two but I am still using them to help stabilize and grow my magical core. And for the younger ones, please don't attempt a spell you haven't read the theory and if you did, do not try them alone. It isn't pleasant, trust me."
They all smirk at the hidden message. "Good, I think its time I leave you alone so you can sleep. Also, do not overwork yourselves. I will have Severus on my head and while I'm sure it might be funny for you, it isn't for me. Have a nice night of sleep and may Lady Magic stand by you all."
He tilts his head and apparates away, leaving them in their thoughts.
"You do know that my Heir is right. Do not attempt to cast a spell you never tried before alone. He used to faint and elves used to try to help him. Hogwarts herself tried to stop him from being too ambitious with his goals. While she did succeed making him use that brain he has somewhere in his head, he still pushed ahead. Constant training is the key to a more steady and stable magical core. If you need questions, send him a note and he will gladly help you. Sleep tight snakelets."
He leave them thinking about everything. Both him and Harry knew that the head of House was standing in a corner, keeping an eye on everything.
Harry wakes up and silently prays that his day goes faster than expected. He goes through his morning routine then apparates directly at the entrance desk of the DOM.
"Good morning Lord Emrys."
"Good morning to you too, Unspeakable Arizons. The Department chamned radically. Am I right in saying that I am the reason?"
"Indeed, Lord Emrys. It is quite different but way more efficient than before."
"Perfect. It was that way that the first Emrys designed the DOM. See you later."
He walks slowly to Croaker's office while talking to those he meets in his way.
"Morning Croaker, how are you doing?"
"Harry, I haven't left since we last talked. It is truly a gigantic puzzle to assemble at the exact time."
"My thoughts exactly. How are the preparations for the various DOM?"
"They are done and we will need to go through them today. I know you want to have them under your control again."
"Indeed. With my presence at the ICW security council on December 1st, it will generate enough political drama that most Ministries will be focused on said council."
"Then, we clean the DOM on December 1st and work our way for a cleaning of all Ministries one week before Yule."
Harry sits comfortably and think all the possible ways that could go wrong. "I will give it to you that you chose a period where chaos usual reigns in Ministries. Wouldn't they also take that time to move their players?"
"It is a risk we might need to take. This needs to be taken care of quickly."
"No, not quickly. Speed isn't the issue here, work done right is the main issue. If a single one of them slips from our hands, we will have Chypre and magical Russia attacking us. While I usually am the one who destroys a wall to arrest someone, this needs certain delicacy and right planning."
Croaker looks at his plans. "You do make sense. Let us go through the DOM operation first. An operation called HEP. Your initial, Harry Emrys Potter."
They spend the next hour working on adaptung the plan and creating contingency plans and even an evacuation plan.
"Good. You are a good strategist, Harry. Let us now turn our focus on the Ministries cleansing."
After almost six hours, they have a plan A, plan B, contingency plans and even two evacuation plans.
"What will you do in Chypre?"
"Honestly? My best option is brute force after taking a few out with portkeys. I am still working on that plan and I give myself until this Thursday to bring it to you and discuss it together."
"Now, what to do with magical Russia? They will know something is off and might resort to more ... dangerous tactics."
Harry nods and hands Croaker a file. "I'm currently buying most of the dragon reserves in Europe, Asia and Africa. There isn't that many. There are four, three of them will be transfered under the Emrys control while the second one in Europe will remain under the Potter name. Next, there are three dragon reserves in Russia that I cannot buy in any way or form. I will have all countries with borders with Russia have an anti-portkey ward , mostly Europe, Canada and Norway."
"But that is only possible with Britain, France and the USA involvement. That means you want ..."
"I do not want it, as Merlin himself created it Croaker. It seems that Lady Magic will be handing me one more duty, not that I'm complaining."
"Merlin created it ... it is true?? I thought the Chief Warlock took over."
"Indeed, until someone deemed worthy comes and he or she will be given the War Lock powers. But that is an issue to deal with later."
"Yeah, later seems a good idea. Is this how you will deal with Russia in the summer?"
"I haven't even started thinking about it, in all honesty. Let us eat something quickly then return to our plans."
They spend in total almost nine hours in their plans for the Ministries. Harry quickly returns to Hogwarts and reorganize his office.
"I will wear your diadem now, Aunt Rowena. How long do you think I will need to cope with all the information?"
"With your Occlumency powers? No more than an hour. Will you be taking both mine and Helga's to our vaults?"
"Yes. I will also add severals wards to make surr only those who are worthy can access them."
All four nod and Harry quickly wears the diadem. A gigantic load of information starts to unload in his brain, creating a duplicated copy of everything in his brain.
While receiving all the information, he reorganize his personal library and adapt his library on Rowena's knowledge.
Before he knows it, it ends and Harry opens his eyes. "Wow. That is a lot of information. And I do mean a whole lot. Its almost the triple of what I had."
"Only the triple? You did read a lot, Harry. And I see that you redid your knowledge storing from scratch."
"Oh yes. I had this library with a little less than eight thousand books. I now have around thirty-five thousand books added so I created a library with your knowledge then added mine. Protections are currently being raised and my whole Occlumency shields are being revamped to another level."
Harry sends them a small smile and puts both the diadem and the cup in his satchel. He apparates in front of Ragnok's office. He enters when he receives a nod from the guards.
"Ragnok! How are you?"
"I'm as good as I can be Harry. Ready to discover the new Potter Castle?"
"Of course! I'm here to see if you went through the documents I left you."
"Yes and we added the wards you suggested. We already tagged over a hundred of them all over Europe. I'm curious about what you will do."
"One word: Unspeakables."
Ragnok's eyes widen and starts chuckling. "You did it? I expected as such. If you need anything, tell me. Now, how can I help you tonight?"
"Nothing. I came to see you and drop a few things in my vaults. So, what's new?"
They spend the next hour discussing various topics. Harry quickly drop the cup and the diadem in their vaults, raises several testing wards and quickly returns to Hogwarts.
He quickly enters the Great Hall and sends a smile to all four tables. He casts the regular spells on his food and starts eating, listening to the conversatioms surrounfing him.
"Many projects are progressing steadily. Clubs seems to be a good idea but its still early to truly know. Other than that, some projects are done and I might have to ..."
Minerva and Filius look at Harry and both wonder why he is turning red. His voice is seething but in a calm, almost hurting way.
"Do you know where my parents are buried? The Potter Lordship ring is screaming about them not being in the family cemetary."
By the time he finished his sentence, most of the head table is quiet and Sirius is as white as a sheet. Minerva is muttering something under her breath.
"They are buried in the Godric Hollow's cemetary."
Harry's magic shows itself with white flames slowly encircling him and lightning appearing between his fingers.
"Who put them there? Its known to everyone that each House always bury their own to protect them from desecration."
She knows how he will react but answer nonetheless. "Dumbledore decided to bury them there, as he wanted to make people have hope."
By that time, everyone is wondering what makes Harry look like a human torch and his friends are starting to wonder about his mental health.
Harry takes a deep breathe and starts to think. "My Ancestral home is going to be opened tomorrow. I shall bring my parents home tomorrow. Alone. To, once again, fix a mistake done by the old goat. Filius, please take care of tomorrow's dueling club lesson. I will be back on Thursday. Good night everyone."
He disappear not by apparating but in a large flame of white fire. Sirius quickly leaves the Great Hall and tries to call Remus on his mirror.
"Remus! Harry is going to take James and Lily from their tombs and bring them to Potter Castle. He wants to do it alone, the crazy. Dumbeldore didn't respect their wishes to be buried in the Potter Ancestral home. I'm heading to Harry's office. Try looking for him around."
Everyone hears the reason why Harry left and what he will do and most are horrified that a fourteen years old has to see his parents dead bodies to bring them home.
Neville is shaking in anger and leaves the Great Hall, followed by Ron. Hermione doesn't understand and asks Lavender.
"Hermione, you really are the smartest witch in our year. But when it comes to the traditions promoted by King Arthur and Merlin, you are as lost as a first year in Hogwarts. Ask Madam Pince and she will give you a tower of books to read. Maybe then you will understand how much you wrecked your friendship with Harry. He is doing so much that I'm sure a lot in the Great Hall are scared about his mind snapping. Remember, we are only November 12th. In twelve days, Harry stopped Dumbledore, Voldemort, his followers, stopped an insurrection at the Ministry, fixed St-Mungos, was able to take his NEWTs, get a few Masteries, cure his godfather from lycanthropy and launch a Foundation to freely give the cure to all those who request it, brought back the famed Potter Rangers who by themselves stopped an invasion of Camelot in Merlin's time, officially became a hit-wizard; second grade, apparently he is planning with Gringotts to completely remodel the educational cursus here at Hogwarts AND he is teaching everyone how to duel and defense. I don't know how he didn't snap until now, and I have no ills towards him. It's just that he's human and he is dealing with a lot."
A Slytherin talks when Lavender stops talking. "He stopped last night to discuss about magic theory and how to grow your magical core. Spent almost an hour with us and he's the one who asked the elves to bring food to all common rooms."
The other three Houses understand how and why they were brought food.
Lavender nods in thanks to the Slytherin. "And I'm sure he did that more than once, discussing with students. I'm going to follow what he told me. If I want to talk to him, I need to send him a letter. Which I will go do now."
She gathers her things and leaves the Great Hall. Most having finished, they leave the Great Hall and return to their dormitories.
Having no idea that Sirius spilled the beans in front of the whole student body, Harry is found in a forest in Ireland, throwing lightning to the sky, in a way to calm his pain and sadness.
He sinks to his knees and starts crying, all the tears he stopped since his time at the Dursleys. Knowing he will see his parents soon, he trirs to empty his pain before seeing them.
He chooses to not return to Hogwarts and asks Ragnok to send to Potter Castle a warder to take control of the wardstones tonight. Seeing him with red eyes, Ragnok quickly agrees and Harry is officially holding the wardstones.
Harry apparates to Godric Hollows and lets his magic flare.
He reaches his parents grave and starts to cry again. "Mum, Dad. I'm sorry I never came and I'm sorry that you are buried here. I will fix this transgression and I will bring you home."
He conjures a shovel and starts digging manually, hoping he will earn his parents' forgiveness.
Crossing the half hour mark, he reaches their coffins and opens them. He breaks down, seeing his parents' bodies.
He slowly grab them both, wills his magic to fix everything and apparates directly in the Potter cemetary. He shovels again to give his parents the correct funeral and says all the required prayers to fully make sure that they are safe and sound in heaven. He slowly brings them in their final resting place and asks Lady Magic to bless them for him.
Midnight rings in and a cry of utter pain is heard all around Potter Castle. Crying and unable to stop, he sits next to his parents tombstone and shakily starts to tell them his whole life.
How he figured someone was manipulating him and how he decided to beat everyone at their own games. Studying in advance, being the brst student to honor them. Learning to defend himself thanks to those who later became his friends and honoring them by insuring that the peace that came at the price of their lives is preserved and will be preserved as hard as he can. He realizes he needs to sleep when it turns two o'clock and he passes out in the Master's bed.
Waking up, he showers, eat and dress himself in black with all the crests in dark gray.
He walks around the Castle and talks to his Ancestors. He reaches his office, the Lord's office.
"Welcome Lord Potter."
A deep voice is heard and he turns around, facing the largest portrait in the office. All portraits are filled with his many Ancestors.
Harry takes the knee before the first Potter. "Baron Potter, it is quite an honor to meet and talk with you. How may I serve you?"
"Rise, Lord Potter. You are one of the few that will not kneel before me, ad you have been Blessed. While we felt the wards being hd by a Potter, we were awaken by a cry of pain no one has even heard. Can you please tell us what is going on?"
Harry nods and summoms his pensieve from his satchel. He leaves it on an easily conjured pedestal and activates it to show all memories at twice the regular speed.
He shows them his life with his parents, THAT night, his life at his relatives, his Hogwarts years, his trainings, his achievements in the last two weeks. Everything.
They all look at him close to reverence. "You have been Blessed by Lady Magic and Death, Lord Potter. The first and only Potter in our four thousand years history. Many Potters have been Blessed by Lady Magic but never in such a blatant way and numerous times. What haven't you tell us?"
Harry raises secrecy wards wandlessly. "I'm the Lord and Head of the Houses of Potter, Peverell, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Heir of the House of Black. I'm also the Lord and Head of the Royal Houses of Emrys and Pendragon. So mote it be!"
Every crest of the Houses he controls appear on the walls of his office. All dark gray with a dark background.
"A state of mourning has been declared at midnight last night. Two weeks for my parents and two weeks for my grandparents."
Baron Potter nods in approval. "Your age is a misleading fact, Harry. You might be fourteen but in truth, you are wise beyond your years. Do not let this take you away, it shall be a test for your resolve. We are all here for you, if you need it."
Harry bows in respect, thank them and head to the family mausoleum.
He starts crying again at his parents grave, praying they will forgive him one day. He gathers his will annd after cleaning himself and using his metamorphmagus ability to hide any kind of sadness, apparates directly just outside the Entrance Hall.
He slowly walk and enter the Great Hall from the antechamber. He sits next to Minerva and fixes his food, only eating the strict minimum before feeling overwhelmed and leaving the Great Hall. He walks the corridors, try to calm his mind from being overloaded by sadness.
He hears someone coming behind him and mentally raises shields around him. "Harry? Can I please talk to you?"
He turns to face his godbrother. "Sure Neville. How can I help you?"
"Me? I'm worried about you. My parents are close to hysteria with how much they are worried over you. Your godfathers are losing their minds. Not that its far fetched for Sirius."
He gets a weak smile from Harry and he drops all shields. "Let us walk."
Neville nods and walks next to his godbrother. "Thank you Neville. I know and if I need anything, you will be the first to know. Please tell your parents to not worry about me. I'm grieving, heavily in fact." A lone tear falls on his face and he quickly swipes it off. "But I know that they are proud of me and I sincerely hope they will forgive me for not bringing them home sooner."
Neville is speechless and watch Harry build up a facade, to hide his feelings from everyone. "I'm here whenever you need me. And they don't need to forgive you as you are not at fault here. Heck, you keep fixing everything and being proud of you? Everyone is and I' sure they are beaming jp there."
Harry is unable to stop his tears. "Thanks Neville. I need to go now. I will talk to you later." And he apparates quickly to his bed in Potter Castle.
He spends the day crying his heart out, hoping his pain will ease with time. He sends a message to his godfathers with his mirror and turns his attention to the Hall of Portraits. He walks the long Hall and reaches his parents portraits.
He activates them and look at his parents with tears in his eyes.
"Harry, how are you? Why are you crying my son?"
The pain becomes too much for his brain and he loses conscience. The house-elves start to pop in to take care of their Master while the other portraits explains everything to them.
Hours later, Harry wakes up and is confused at being in his bed. "What the fucking hell? Why am I in my bed?"
A house-elf pops in. "Master Harry fainted when his parents were talking to him. We brought Master Harry here and gave you a Calming Draught."
"Thank you, Pauly. Do you know if my parents know everything?"
"We heard Master Charlus and Mistress Dorea explain the reasons on why you were crying. Pauly think that they know everything."
Harry nods and walks towards his office. He sits and sighs heavily. "Harry, how are you feeling?"
"As if someone cut my heart out. Dumbledore almost destroyed our House but this ..." He takes a deep breath to calm his pain. "This was beyond anything he did. Pain. Pain picking your lifeless bodies from your graves and bringing you home. I ..."
He lets tears fall to try to ease the pain building in him. "Seeing you for the first time in my life was supposed to be a happy reunion. But I carried your bodies in my arms and only Magic herself was helping me going forward. I honestly do not wish that upon anyone, even my worst enemies."
Charlus Potter clears his throat. "Harry, you did something that only a few in history were able to do. That is strength, Harry. You are in the right to feel these feelings. No one shall judge you and you are stronger than you think. Do not let your grief carry you away. Use it to make you stronger."
He nods silently and wandlessly dries up his eyes. He starts reading the reports of the Potter Rangers barracks being almost done and the final report on Potter Castle and St-Mungos.
He starts writing his plans for Chypre and loses himself in these plans. He lifts his head and sees tea and sandwiches in front of him. "Master Harry needs to eat. Your guests will be here soon. Master Harry cannot not eat."
Harry sighs and start eating while working. His parents glance at Baron Potter and even he shakes his head slightly.
Before anyone knows it, the Floo activates and two men come out of it. "Harry, pup, how are you feeling?"
A red eyed Harry looks at his godfathers and shrugs without speaking. He points at the portrait where his parents are and turns his focus on his plans.
"Sirius, Remus, how are you doing?"
"We are fine. Well as much as we can. We kept looking for Harry until four in the morning. We heard he was at Hogwarts and was talking with Neville before starting crying and apparating away."
"We heard everything he did, its amazing how much he changed in the last weeks."
"Oh yes. They are dubbing him the next Merlin. Only if they know."
James and Lily exchange bewildered looks. "What do you mean?"
"He didn't tell you?"
"We haven't really talk a lot. He actiavted the portraits and fainted when he saw us. His brain must have shut down, as the shock was too big for him to handle."
Charlus enters the portrait and welcomes both men. "James, Lily. Your son is the Lord of all four Founders and both Royal Houses of Pendragon and Emrys. Don't forget Peverell."
Both parents ogle at James' father and look at their son. "I think we need to know everything."
"Come, I have a pensieve in my portrait. We can use it."
Remus and Sirius sit in front of Harry and sigh in contentment that they found him. Almost broken, but they found him.
"Harry, you need to say something."
"I ... I need you to cover my defense clubs for the rest of the week. I need a week before talking to others. I tried today with Neville and I couldn't hold my tears."
Sirius nods and Remus sends Sirius a look. "Uhm cub, the press heard about what you did. Sirius called me in panic when you disappeared and everyone heard. It seems that someone talked to the press and there's a giant wave of sympathy for you and the House of Potter. The crests on your seat turned dark gray, which told everyone that you are in a state of mourning. Lots of students asked us to send you their sympathies and if you need anything, they will be glad to help."
Harry nods at both and tries to smile. "Sorry I worries you both but I had to leave before I burst. I kept throwing lightning for a while before calming down enough to call Ragnok and ask him to transfer the wards to me last night. I brought mum and dad back last night and at midnight, the state of mourning started. I will be working from my office here or in Hogwarts if I feel better. I do not want to talk a lot as I need to spend a few days quiet. If you need me, you can reach me whenever you want."
Both men nod and quickly hug him, which results in him crying again.
Sirius and Remus enter Hogwarts and head to sit at the head table. Sirius stands up and smiles weakly at them.
"Harry asked me to take over his Defense club for the rest of the week. I'm a retired aurors so I will be able to go through his work easily. Regarding Harry himself, he needs to spend some time on himself and he sends his thanks for all your wishes. May Magic bless you all."
Sirius sits down and small talks start in the Great Hall. Minerva looks at both men after raising certain wards.
"How is he? Truly?"
"He spends half his time crying and the other half writing everything that crosses his mind."
Minerva sighs heavily. "I do not know where he finds this strength. If he ever needs anything, we are all here to help him."
"Thank you Minerva. Ever Potter is trying to help him, even Baron Potter but Harry is as strongheaded as both hsi parents and the last ten Potters combined."
Beauxbatons Headmistress nods regally. "The young Lord is a powerful one and like the young girl said yesterday, he is still human. Even France beneficiated from his kindness, both at the Ministry and Beauxbatons."
The whole table looks at her in shock. "His help to our DMLE and his ideas to the President helped clear some more funding that we were claiming for the last ten years. I also heard he visited the American President and was about to offer his help when the President asked for a direct contact with him."
Sirius and Remus eyes her suspiciously. "You seem to know more than your fair share, Madam."
She understands the suspicions of both men. "I'm the niece of President Laurier and part of his Presidential workforce. I've been in contact with the American President who has been praising Lord Potter."
Karkaroff scoffs loudly. "He is powerful, I will agree to that. But crying over dead people isn't going to solve anything."
Unbeknownst to everyone at the staff table, Hogwarts herself dropped the wards and Karkaroff's voice echoed in the Great Hall.
Before anyone can express their anger at the man, violent lightning shook Hogwarts and the ceiling was showing a strong storm outside.
Lightning crashed from the ceiling and hit the middle of the Great Hall. The lightning started to mold together and a person was standing minutes later.
Lord Harry Charlus Potter Hogwarts is standing with grace and elegantly while letting his magic freely flowing in Hogwarts.
"Strong words coming from a man who served under a half blood to kill anyone who isn't pureblood. Strong words coming from a man serving the man responsible for my parents demise. Strong words coming from the man who ratted out his comrades in arms to escape Azkaban. Strong words coming from utter filth who murdered, raped hundreds of muggles. Strong words coming from a pathetic, lying little worm and with only one finger, I can roast you alive forever. And finally, strong words coming from the man who was planning to find his halfblood lord and help him raise again. Tell me, Karkaroff, how much have you told your students about your past? Seeing their faces, I can deduce nothing. You are a coward, one who pisses himself in fear in front of true power. I want to see you dig your own parents with your bare hands, bring them to your Ancestral home and years after their death, do the right prayers to allow them to finally be in peace. Hogwarts herself dropped the wards isolating the conversation of the head table from the student body and alerted me of your moronic little opinion about nyself. I do not need to defend myself to terrorists like you, as you are even lower than Greyback, one of your previous companions. I will head to Bulgaria after I boot you out of my Ancestors Castle. You are not worthy of stepping a foot in this sacred place, as you are desecrating all my Ancestors work, all my work and all future work with your presence. Begone you foul being and may Lady Magic judge you on your heart and intentions. Hogwarts, get this fucking filth out of my Ancestors Castle."
For the first time in the history of Hogwarts, she materializes in public. "Lord Hogwarts, let me be the first to offer you my sympathies for your brave actions. Second, Headmaster Karkaroff, you are hereby banned from Hogwarts forever. Let Magic hear my Lord's plea and judge you. Begone."
Said Headmaster is booted out of the Castle and Harey smiles weakly at Lady Hogwarts. "My Lady, I'm surprised to see you appear in public."
She giggles softly. "After seeing a thousand years worth of students, I did learn how to do a dramatic entrance. Lord Hogwarts, I thank you for your hard work protecting the students. Head to your destination, I will send you a message if anything happens."
She shimmers away, leaving him looking around. Once he gets a good look, he lets his body morph out and uses lightning to reach Bulgaria.
Harry is walking in the entrance of the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic. He ignores security check and walks directly to the Minister office.
Aurors are standing guard. "Identify yourself!"
"Lord Potter Hogwarts here to discuss of utmost important information with Minister Krum."
All aurors' eyes grow and one of them quickly enters the office. The door quickly opens and a large man comes out of it.
"Lord Potter, may I please offer you my sumpathies to what you had to do. No one should go through that."
"Thank you Minister Krum. I'm here due to Headmaster's Karkaroff lack of decorum and a bit more sensible information."
The Minister looks at him and quickly shows him to the office.
Harry takes out his pensieve and drops a memory in it. He activates the projection and both watch Karkaroff's comment and Harry's rant.
"As you can see Minister, I tried to be diplomatic with him since his arrival and all I received was a major lack of respect. Furthermore, I received this report earlier this evening Britain time and I couldn't believe my eyes."
Said report was one from the auror department and detailing Karkaroff's movements days before Voldemort was caught.
Minister Krum was fuming as he didn't expect Karkaroff to be an active death eater. "Where is he now?"
"He is now in his office in the boat and cannot leave his office. Since he hasn't made an active crimes, he's all yours. If he tries to commit one crime while in Britain, I will ask for him to visit the Veil."
Minister Krum look at the young Lord and sees the power and elegance in him. "I shall contact Lady Bones for a request to send ten aurors to arrest him. In the offchance he escapes, I will hand him to Britain freely."
Harry shakes the Minister's hand. "Thank you Minister for meeting me this late. I apologize for the topic at hand but it needed to be discussed. May I please invite you for the first task? Protection will be deployed heavily."
"You honor me with the invitation. I shall be present to the first task. Please accept once again my condoleances."
"Thank you Minister. I appreciate your kind words and I shall expect you on the 24th, early morning for breakfast."
He leaves the office and building, changing himself to lightning and returning to Hogwarts.
Minutes later, he arrives again in a giant storm near the Drumstrang ship. Everyone in the Great Hall watch the storm picking up in intensity and calms down all of a sudden.
Harry's bidy slowly starts to mold together and he walks towards the ship. "Karkaroff, you are hereby under arrest for your numerous crimes committed in the last twelve days. Unlikr with the aurors, I will not read you your rights, as you are considered a threat to the Realm. You have the right to shut the fuck up, not say a word and stay like a little puppy until the Bulgarian aurors come to arrest you."
Ten minutes later, British and Bulgarian aurors apparate at the gates and Harry gives them access. They walk quickly towards him.
"He is stuck in his office. I raised numerous wards to make sure he doesn't escape and to stop him if he tries to kill himself. He is all yours."
Lady Bones nods at the auror. "Lord Potter, I'm truly sorry you had to do that. I ... there are no words."
He sends her a weak smile. "Trust me Lady Bones, I know. Holding my parents bodies in my hand ... its ... it just shows that peace was bought at a heavy price and after properly mourning them, I shall fight and stand tall to protect their sacrifice. Each one of us lost a cherished member of our family and it is thanks to them that we are able to stand free today. My parents sacrified themselves and ..."
He stops talking to keep the shaking out of his voice. "It hurts. I carried my cold, dead parents bodies in my arms and that is a feeling that will never go away. Mourning them will help me heal with these scars. I thank you for your kind words. I see that this filth has been taken care of, I need to return home. May Magic bless and protect every being you meet, Lady Bones."
His body dissolve into lightning and he leaves shocked adults who are watching a storm leaving.
Lady Bones dried up her tears and turns her attention to Karkaroff. "You heard Lord Potter. Take this filth away from here."
Harry collapses on his bed and cries for hours before passing out of exhaustion.