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When we left off, Harry was settling into being back in Great Britain and beginning the process of leading change. He is laying the foundations for his family's future as well as preparing to travel to South America and break the Greengrass curse. Bill has stepped back from Harry's dangerous lifestyle and accepted that he is a husband and a father first. Harry is planning to use him for reference and support while bringing Aina in to travel with him. Things change when people get married and they change more when they start having children. Good times.

§ - Parseltongue will start and end with § and be in italics. §"Example of Parseltongue"§

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Special thanks to my Beta Reader, the 'MoleOfWar' for the excellent feedback and diligent work in making the story better.

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Chapter 29: Loose Strings

Yvoire, France

Potter House

September 19th, 2001

Harry was pushing himself hard. Between the two mages and the three thorn men, he was struggling to gain any ground. Walter and Aina were coordinating their attacks in a way that ensured both of his wands were forced into a defensive pattern. The attacks from the thorn men were just as relentless. Harry was having to avoid grasping vines and spear attacks while defending himself magically as well.

He finally got his break when he managed to transfigure a set of branches into snakes. Once Aina was distracted, he managed to strike two of the three thorn men and put Walter on the defensive. His next break came when he managed to volley one of Aina's attacks back at the remaining thorn man, taking it out of play. Now it was just Harry Potter against Aina Dupree and Walter Urdli.

In their favour, there were two of them and they were both very skilled. In his, he had heightened perceptions and a precognitive danger sense. Truthfully, that was the only thing keeping him in the fight. They were slowly wearing him down. He managed to pivot away from an attack and cast 'Vide Bellator!'… Having three duplicates might buy him a little time…

Then he was struck in the chest by a blue streak, knocking him flat on his back. He saw it coming but couldn't pivot in time. He had too much going on and casting the Phantom Warriors distracted him just a little too much. Harry looked up at an overhead branch and saw Fawkes staring down at him. He laughed a bit between gasping breaths. That bird! Harry rose up and put away his wands. Turning to his guests, Harry gave a short bow of respect, which was returned.

All three mages were breathing hard and had worked up a good sweat. It felt good to push himself hard under non-lethal conditions. The three thorn men were actually plant elementals and they were being coordinated by Oak Heart. Harry gave each of them a nod of appreciation before they merged back with the plant life of the property.

Walter and Aina looked just as knackered as he was, but they were obviously impressed.

Walter approached Harry. "That was very good, Harry. Your magical skills are well beyond your years. When facing other mages, avoid reliance on illusions. Most of us can see through them."

Aina Pulled her hair back and fixed her gaze on him. "You use two wands effortlessly. I have to wonder how the duel would have turned out had we been using true combat spells. You are far more formidable than I had expected."

Walter barked out a short laugh. "We would have destroyed most of the property. I couldn't help but notice you move like a Warrior… I would have expected you to have a style with more… finesse. Perhaps that of a Sword Master."

Harry was finally breathing at a pace that let him speak. "The Warrior skills are closer to the Elements. I like the focus and mental side of the Warrior Adept. It ties in well with the Elemental abilities my mum passed on." Harry tried not to dwell on that thought. Losing his mother and father's incarnations still weighed on him.

Aina interrupted the men, saying, "I'll grab a shower first while you two compare notes." She then proceeded into the lower level of Harry's home.

Walter nodded, "The Warrior path is aligned well with the Elemental path. That makes sense. I was also trained as a Warrior, but my training obviously differed from your own. Did you have a Ghost Master? Your movements seemed very… Who was your Ghost Master, if you don't mind my asking?"

Harry rarely discussed the names of his ghost tutors, but he didn't see the harm. "Valos, from an ancient kingdom called Landis. As near as I can tell, it was somewhere in the Ukraine. Maybe the middle east."

Walter had a faraway look. "Yes… the Ukraine would have been about right. Landis had a good military for their time. Perhaps at some point I can train you in 'Carromeleg'*. It combines elements of the Warrior tradition while taking advantage of our family's natural agility."

Harry had noticed how well the man moved. "I'd like that. Carromeleg, you say?" Harry hadn't heard of that style.

Walter smiled, "It's quite old."

Pipsey then appeared with a 'pop'

"Breakfast be's ready." In a sing-song voice, she added, "Pipsey makes blueberry pancakes." She beamed as she said this. She knew how much Harry enjoyed her pancakes.

Harry realized how hungry he was. "I can't wait… but Walter and I need to clean up a bit…"

Walter shook his head. "As much as I'd love your pancakes, Miss Pipsey, I have to run. I've been away from Australia far too long." He then turned to Harry, "Thank you Harry. I'll pay my respects to Oak Heart and apparate away. Let's talk again soon. Perhaps we can meet in England."

"That sounds great, Walter. I'll be in touch."

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Harry and Aina met in the upstairs dining space. Nicolas and Perenelle Flamel had arrived a few minutes before Harry came up from his shower. Fawkes was eating grapes that Perenelle was feeding him. As Harry came upstairs, he realized how much he loved this house.

Nicolas rose to greet him. "Harry, thank you for having us over. Aina's been telling us about your workout." He was clearly impressed.

Harry humbly shrugged, "I was outclassed."

Perenelle smirked, "You battled two very experienced mages and a group of thorn men. From the way Aina tells it, you would give Caimbueul a hard time."

Harry had to think for a moment… "Is he the Harlequin guy? The one who's… a bit crazy?"

Aina looked irritated. "Caimbueul is dangerous and reckless, but he's not insane. He'll outlive all of us."

Perenelle shook her head, "If by that you mean he'll get us all killed, then I agree wholeheartedly."

Nicolas rubbed his temple and added his opinion before Aina could respond. "Har'lea'quinn represents the Wyld side of the Family the same way Eh'he'ran represents the more orderly side of our nature. When Aina is ready, Harry, she'll introduce you."

That seemed to mollify the two women. Harry suspected this had been a sensitive topic for years. Given how old they had hinted at being, he wondered if centuries was more accurate.

Perenelle changed the subject, "What brings you back to France, Harry?"

"I needed to drop off some reading material for Gabby. She'll be coming to Hogwarts with me next year and I'd like to get her up to speed on how I see Elemental magic. You know, the more primal view. None of the more modern books seem to even consider wood as an element." Derisively he added, "Some books even say 'Spirit' is an element."

Perenelle laughed mirthfully. She was the only other Elementalist in the room. "That's the inanest thing I've ever heard. Spirit? What's next, the power of thought?" She then asked, "Do you see any issues with your apprentice being a Fire Siren?"

Harry knew she meant Veela. "No. She is drawn to fire, but all five aspects called to her. She'll do fine." He then added, "I wish we could take her to South America, but it's really not possible with her studies."

The conversation was kept light and casual. Aina had agreed to go with him to South America and they were both excited to see it. Harry had travelled there when he took his NEWTs at Castelobruxo, but that was years ago. Aina hadn't been there in over a century. It was one of the few continents that 'The Family' never settled and it had at least one Denairastan in the region, but they weren't at war or anything like that. It would be a good trip and Harry needed someone to watch his back now that Bill was becoming more of a 'Family Man'. Someday, he'd do the same.

Nicolas asked, "When will you return? To France, that is?"

Harry rubbed his chin a moment, "Well, I'm thinking in a few weeks. I have quite a few small tasks to wrap up… but this is my home as much as Grimmauld Place. In spring, construction will start on Potter Manor… I'm still working through the designs with the builder. Then there's all the work I have to do in Hogsmeade. I think Yvoire will be my get away place. The DMA has approved me to come and go, I just need to check in once in a while." Harry realized he had gone off on a tangent. "Sorry. Too many tasks."

Aina placed her hand on his. "Remember to make time for the people you love, Harry. You need to treasure every moment."

Harry soon collected his Runespoor and noted she was well fed. Hopefully it wasn't someone's dog or cat. He said goodbye to Aina and the Flamels and apparated away. Aina could lock up and Harry had keyed Aina, the Flamels, and Walter into the ward structure. He had a birthday party to get to.

—CS—

Grimmauld Place

That same evening

Hermione's Birthday Party

Late

Harry and Ron had thrown Hermione a nice birthday dinner. She spent the day with her parents, then came to Grimmauld place to celebrate with her two closest friends. Harry kept it just the three of them as he knew they were both Hermione's closest friends. Catherine was with Teddy and seemed intent on teaching him French. His Runespoor was sleeping and Fawkes was out and about. Harry had learned to just wait and the Phoenix would return in his own time; usually when Harry was doing something that brought him great joy.

After dinner, the three sat comfortably in the study and caught up. Kreacher had a fire going and the room was perfect for the three friends to re-connect.

Hermione nudged Ron encouragingly. He looked at Harry and said, "So, after all that mess in France, I've gotten a commendation. I don't have enough time in the job to be a senior Auror, but I'm as good as. They're calling it a 'Team Lead' position."

Harry clapped his hands together, "That's great, Ron! You saved a lot of lives by following your gut. And that's not even considering the way you rounded up the last of the Death Eaters."

Ron rubbed the back of his neck and his face turned scarlet. "I had a lot of help." His pride was obvious to both Harry and Hermione. Harry noted that Ron was really shining as an Auror. Gone were days of jealousy and pettiness… he had found his groove. But that's been true since he stepped it up in his seventh year.

Hermione gave him a knowing look. "You're too modest, luv. But it looks good on you." She turned to Harry, eager to praise her boyfriend. "Ron will have a trainee next year. Technically, Auror training is two years, but they've stated working in field training earlier due to staffing shortages."

Harry could see that the couple seemed rock solid. Ron had grown up and Hermione had loosened up. They seemed to work… against all odds.

Hermione looked back at Harry. "So, what are you planning to do about all the 'Pure-Blood-Protector' talk?"

"Arrrrr. Well, first of all, I'll be pushing forward a pro-muggle-born agenda. I'm pressing to open a summer school for Muggle-Born students. Kind of a way to gently introduce them to the Wizarding culture. I still remember the shock of being in Diagon Alley for the first time. Then I had the first week at Hogwarts… it was a complete blur. Also, I apparently insulted a lot of people unintentionally. If I can get Wizarding Society to be more welcoming and accepting of the fact that Muggle-Born and Muggle-Raised really know nothing about our culture… Well, we might be able to make changes easier." Harry realized he hadn't taken a breath in his last statement. He was getting a bit like Hermione and the House Elves.

Hermione gave him an inquisitive look. "Harry, what about the orphanage?"

Harry gave a small shake of his head. "McGonagall pointed out a few flaws to the reasoning. It's just not needed. Apparently, my bad experiences were just a fluke. Probably because Dumbledore stepped in and… well, you know. The parasite." Harry subtly pointed to his scar as he said the last word.

Hermione knew Professor McGonagall was a sensitive topic. She had let Harry down in so many ways. But the teacher had always been good to her. When she wasn't around Harry.

"Harry, you make a great point. It is a tremendous shock to suddenly be dropped into the Wizarding World. I devoured every book I could find and spent the next month regurgitating what I knew. But it's not the same as actually being a part of it all. And I may have come across a bit… overbearing."

Both of her friends weren't sure if they were supposed to agree or argue, so Harry focused on the shock of it all.

"Tell me about it! I didn't even know Hedwig was my familiar until third year!"

Ron practically shouted, "What?" then continued, "Are you kidding us? Harry, you had an owl that ate bacon! And the two of you were so… connected. You didn't think that was strange?" Harry noted that Hermione looked just as surprised.

He gave small shrug, "I just thought she was smart."

Hermione gently added, "Harry, owls don't generally eat bacon. She picked that up from your bond. But you make a good point… I thought she was just a magical empathic owl at first too." She gave Harry a long look and asked, "How different was it with Hedwig compared to your Runespoor or Fawkes?"

Harry considered it a moment. "Well, the girls are more like my children. But, I'm pretty sure they don't act like a normal Runespoor would. Maybe they picked up human traits and intelligence from me... They learned to read and understand English so fast it had to be a part of the connection. I've picked up a bit from them too... I kind of understand different points of view better. I also multitask a little more efficiently than I used to. It's pretty subtle and I don't know how much of it is the bond or just growing up, but it seemed to start after they hatched. Fawkes is unusual. He's always coming and going. He seems to enjoy being around me during periods of intense emotion or caring. I'm pretty sure he feels them with me. They're both very different, but I feel each of them very intensely."

All three friends were quiet for a bit.

Harry wanted to get back to his changes. "But, back to the Wizarding society topic. The problem most Muggle-Raised students have is that after the novelty wears off, they want to go back to what they're comfortable with. That leads to them being treated as outsiders. I can help with that. But first I need to send out a few statements about welcoming Muggle-Raised into the society. You know, kill the whole 'Pure-Blood Saviour' bit." Harry paused a moment, then added, "Most people don't even know I'm a Half-Blood. Well, they may know it, but they don't think about it. Daphne is working on a few statements, she's much better at that then I am."

Ron and Hermione exchanged a look when Daphne was mentioned. It was subtle, but Harry caught it.

Harry ran his hand through his hair. "Yeah, we're officially a couple now."

Ron seemed both happy and a little depressed. "What are you planning to say to Ginny?

Harry had been dreading that. "I don't know. I'll probably send her a note telling her I'm dating again… just so she isn't surprised. You know, Witch Weekly and all that."

Hermione gave him a pained look. "She may already know, Harry. You were seen with a lot of Witches in Paris. Are you sure this is what you want? You may want to meet for lunch and tell her in person."

Harry tried to keep his answer neutral. "Yeah. I might do that." He then shrugged. "I was really happy with Ginny, but she wanted out. I won't lie and say I don't miss her, but her reasons were pretty good. We just grew to want different things. I'm sure it'll sting when I see her out with some Quidditch player or… whatever. But I'm not going to wallow about in self-pity. I did enough of that already. As hard it was, our break-up was for the best and I see that clearly now."

Ron had a nervous little chuckle, then said, "Yeah. You were pretty broken up at the party." He then added sarcastically, "Boxing day should be fun."

Harry had forgotten about that. "Right. Well, if she asks, I'll be glad to skip it or show up late. I really don't want to hurt her. Now I'm kind of dreading it."

Ron now laughed hard. "Ohhhhh Harry. Trust me, mum was livid when she found out about her dumping you. I promise you, mate…She is dreading Boxing Day way more than you are."

Harry didn't like hearing his breakup described as him being 'dumped'… but it was pretty accurate. He then remembered Molly and her Howlers. Yeah… Ginny was in for a rough Holiday.

Hermione mercifully changed the subject. "So, when do you officially start as a teacher at Hogwarts?"

"Next year. I'll pop in from time to time, but officially, it's next term. Bill's already full time and I've helped the school deal with one little problem. We laid down a few wards and apparently something like forty students were caught duelling…" Harry couldn't help but laugh. It felt strange to be on the other side of that equation. He'd have to give back his 'Honorary Marauder' membership.

Hermione looked shocked, "What… was anyone hurt? My goodness, Harry… duelling?"

Harry shook his head. "Not duelling like we're used to. That god-awful Slug Vomiting hex was about the worst. I guess the bludgeoning hex and that Boil Curse… Hex…. I always get the names mixed up. Hex, jinx, curse, charm… whatever. Then the fists start flying and there are a few black eyes and split lips, too… We're not talking Death Eater stuff. Nothing like what the Inquisitors used to do."

Ron sighed, "That's a relief."

Harry knew his friends had seen the war come to Hogwarts. "Trust me, it's nothing like what we went through. But when Madam Pomfrey has a half dozen kids vomiting frogs or slugs all over her infirmary… Just as many covered in boils… It's not very conducive to learning. And don't even start on the Bat Bogey hex. That one was worse than the slugs."

Hermione winced remembering those nasty hexes. "It starts out small, but then resentment settles in. And resentment leads to retribution. Retribution leads to Anger, which is a path to hatred and all paths will eventually lead to suffering." She then quietly added, "I'm glad they're dealing with it before it escalates."

Harry decided enough of that. "Hey, did you guys know Hogwarts has a whole bunch of clubs? How on Earth did we miss that?"

Ron looked dumbfounded. "Harry… Why do you think I was always bugging you to play Wizards chess? Hello? Member of the Chess team?" Seeing Harry's shock, he laughed and added, "Hermione was in about a dozen clubs… Seriously mate…"

Harry just stared at his chuckling friends. "I knew there were a few clubs, I just never bothered to... do anything with them. Latin... maybe one for runes? I just thought you loved Chess. I guess… I was a bit distracted?" He shook his head and grinned. "Well, this is embarrassing.."

Hermione shook her head. "You had Quidditch, which took up more time than five clubs. And you always had about a dozen other things on your mind… But really, Harry. What did you think we were all doing while you were practicing Quidditch twenty hours a week?"

Harry could only admit he had missed it. "Alright. I guess I could be a gloriously self-centred prat from time to time. Enough about Hogwarts. I'm planning to have a Holiday party December seventh. Please keep the date open." Ron was still chuckling and shaking his head over the clubs.

Hermione perked up excitedly, "Harry, that's a great idea! Most of the influential families have some kind of Holiday celebration. I'm assuming it's a formal event… I'll have to get a dress. Ron, we can get you a new set of Dress Robes…" Harry noted Ron finally stopped chuckling.

"Oi, I wear my Dress Uniform to the Ministry Ball… and you already have a dress."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "You can't wear that outside of Ministry events, Ron. And I need a new dress or two each season. Witches don't just keep wearing the same dress to every party…"

Harry agreed with Ron on the Dress Uniform. "I don't know, Dress Uniforms should be alright. I'll have to ask Andomeda. Honestly, this holiday season is looking like a pain in the rear. The Dursley's elected to stay in Boston this year, so that reduces the count by one. But I may pay them a visit sometime before Christmas, I haven't seen them in a while. Let's see, in addition to the one I'm hosting, I have to go to a half dozen other parties… Greengrass, Longbottom, Ministry, Malfoy…"

Ron interrupted with, "Malfoy? Are you kidding me?" Hermione adopted a 'here we go' look. She knew Draco well enough to know he was an asset, but Ron still disliked the man.

Harry regretted bringing it up. "Yeah… Malfoy. The Black and Malfoy families are allies and Draco is a friend." Seeing Ron adopt his stubborn demeanour, Harry added, "Oi, be glad you don't have to go and rub shoulders with Pansy Parkinson or Blaize Zabini. The best thing about my sixth year was the way they were all terrified of me."

Ron pointed out what he thought was obvious, "Mate, you could always say 'no'."

Harry gave Ron an irritated look. "Like I said, the Black and Malfoy families are allies and Draco is a friend. The Greengrass party will be about the same… the Selwyn's will be there. I suspect I'll have to attend a few others. Madame Pompadour is helping me prepare."

Both of his friends tightened up a little with that addition.

Harry didn't want to argue. "Hey, she's the best at reading a party and spotting danger."

Hermione huffed, "Well, she should be. Wasn't she the most dangerous woman of her time? She murdered scores of French Nobles and Aristocrats at those parties."

Ron agreed, "Some of her techniques were taught in Auror Training. Who finally managed to 'off' her?"

Harry quietly said, "Dragon Pox." After an uncomfortable moment, he said, "Well, she's a lot of fun and I enjoy her training. Hey, she's way better than Lucretia Borgia. That woman had issues."

Harry looked over at Hermione, "But, this is your birthday. Catch us up on Hermione Granger!"

Hermione smiled and launched into what she had planned. "Well, I'm preparing for the A levels and Hogwarts is apparently a recognized school… although no one seems to check on it… Considering my Hogwarts grades and a good A level score will almost certainly get me in. Then my parents will help me find a flat near them and I'll be a student next fall. I'd love to start sooner, but I've missed all the deadlines."

Hermione continued to talk about Oxford and how excited she was for the next hour. Harry noted Ron was looking remarkably uninterested. He hadn't considered Ron's reaction when he offered to pay for Hermione's education and hire her after graduation. At least he wasn't trying to hold her back… Everything would probably be alright.

—CS—

Grimmauld Place

September 21, 2001

Seven AM

Harry's mechanical alarm rang and he reluctantly opened his eyes, reached over, and shut it off. Daphne was stirring beside him and it felt odd to be in a bedroom other than the master suite. He was using the second largest suite after moving out of the Master Suite as it had its own washroom. Unfortunately, it was smaller than the master washroom. It would suffice until he moved out, but it was a bit cramped for two people.

Andromeda and Teddy were moving in next week and the house would get a lot more 'active' with Teddy running about. The girls were resting comfortably in their heated space and Fawkes was… wherever he was. Daphne went to the restroom and soon enough, there was the sound of a shower. Harry decided to use a different washroom on his way downstairs for Breakfast.

Coming into the kitchen, he saw Fawkes on one of his many stands looking happily at him. The phoenix was definitely an early riser. Harry started heating water for tea and prepared a 'bunch' of grapes and various other fruits for Fawkes. He set them on the table and waited for Fawkes to come and eat with him while his tea steeped. The bird flew over and Harry began feeding him grapes.

"Well, Fawkes, it looks like it's just you and me for a bit." Harry knew Kreacher would get upset at having a bird on a table, but it'd be alright. Daphne would be down in another thirty minutes or so, looking perfect.

Harry felt a slight prickling of the hair on the back of his neck, making him aware of a new visitor to his little breakfast club. "Catherine?"

Catherine slowly became visible. ϡ "Hello, Harry. Did you miss me?" ϡ She was smiling happily.

ϡ "I missed you terribly! How are you coming with Teddy's French lessons?" ϡ

The small spirit tilted her head and shrugged her shoulders. Ϡ "He gets distracted easily. But he can say a little bit." Ϡ Fawkes looked over and trilled happily at her. Ϡ "Hello, Mr. Fawkes." Ϡ

Harry fed Fawkes another grape. Ϡ "He likes you. Proving he has wonderful taste." Ϡ

Catherine seemed to appreciate the compliment. Soon enough, Fawkes finished eating and apparated away in a burst of flame. Catherine waved and faded away as well. Harry suspected she could follow the Phoenix through their mutual link. He still had a bit of quiet time, so he sipped his tea and enjoyed the silence. He had a meeting at Gringotts this morning and having a bit of quiet time first was nice. He and Daphne planned to meet up with Andromeda and Mr. Brun at the bank. They had a lot to cover.

With great trepidation, he opened the Banishing Box. While banishing boxes prevented Howlers from coming through, they still showed up as red envelopes. Yesterday, he had tried to reach Ginny and set up a lunch, but her schedule was too tight with games and travel. He decided to just send a note and get it over with. There was an outside chance she'd reply today… Harry didn't really expect a Howler, but you never know.

Going through his mail, there were no red envelopes. Nothing from Ginny, either. He couldn't decide if he was relieved or disappointed. Being public with Daphne was something he was looking forward to. Explaining it to Ginny was not. Of course, she had broken up with him and after tomorrow's Equinox party at Greengrass Manor, it would be common knowledge in Britain. Someone would talk. Probably that damn Pansy Parkinson. Harry shook off the thoughts of dating drama and turned back to the stack of letters.

Harry had gotten a note from Bill. The ward they had put up that alerted the Hogwarts staff to anyone casting the charm that froze Wizarding paintings was continuing to get results. Every single house had some degree of involvement in the after-hours 'shenanigans' and the animosity between houses was being addressed. Bill did note that the interim Head of Slytherin was struggling to maintain order. The fix was not going to happen overnight. Hopefully none of the students were stupid enough to try to curse him in the back.

He sorted his letters and realized he had gotten a few more letters inquiring on his plans for Slytherin House. The letters from Slytherin students and parents had been steadily coming in over the past three weeks or so. They were primarily asking about his plans and offering suggestions. Most were professional and polite, but a few were less than enthused about his interest. Harry made a mental note to see if he could arrange regular meetings with the house. Giving everyone a year-long heads up would only heighten the nervousness regarding his plans and motivations. Most people still saw him as a Gryffindor through and through. Of course, it might calm things down a bit when it got out that he was dating a Slytherin.

Considering the apprehension of the students and the parents of Slytherin students, maybe he could make an appearance from time to time… He certainly had enough planned in Hogsmeade to make that a possibility. Perhaps he could also meet with the prefects during Hogsmeade weekends. Daphne then entered the kitchen and Kreacher soon followed.

The bent over elf croaked, "What shall Kreacher make for the breaking of fast?" The elf seemed to go out of his way to cater to Daphne. Harry noted dismally that Kreacher never did that with Ginny.

Daphne looked over and smiled. "Tea and fruit would be wonderful, thank you."

Harry knew he had given a good portion of the fruit to Fawkes… "I'll just have toast and tea." After thinking about it, he added, "And three scrambled eggs… well peppered and with cheese." Kreacher grinned and got to work.

Harry placed his hand on one of the stacks of letters. "So, I think I need to have more of a presence at the school. More concerned parents and students have written."

Daphne agreed. "That's not a bad idea. You'll be in the area regularly and the Hog's Head Inn has a floo connection. Any other noteworthy news?"

Harry shook his head. "Nothing major. And nothing from Ginny, but I didn't really expect her to respond this quickly." He then changed topics. "Bill says the wards we put up are still catching a few students… they haven't figured out yet how they're getting caught. But they will…"

Daphne raised her eyebrows. "Maybe. But a ward to detect a few specific charms? I'd say at best they'll make an educated guess that there's a ward of some sort. I would have guessed it monitored gatherings after hours or something of the sort."

Harry considered that option. "Not a bad idea, Daph. Not bad at all. I always did like smart women."

Daphne rested her chin in her palm and leaned forward. "Flattery, Mr. Potter?"

He gave her a wink. "Only the truth… Ms. Greengrass."

—CS—

Diagon Alley

Gringotts

9AM

Harry and Daphne made their way through Diagon Alley. Harry had both of his familiars with him and it was causing him to receive quite a bit more attention than he was used to. The use of an 'Anonymous' charm** was his preferred means of getting around unnoticed, but it doesn't work when you draw attention to yourself. Having a Runespoor on your back and raised up above your head is enough to override the small misdirection of the mild illusion created by the charm. Add in a Phoenix that perched on alternating shoulders and you have quite the circus act.

As they entered Gringotts, Harry exclaimed, "That was awful! Did you see the way they were all looking at us?" They were about five minutes late.

Harry's Runespoor had differing opinions. § "I thought it was kind of nice to be the centre of attention… No it wasn't! Tactically speaking, it was a disaster… Better get used to it, Harry. Between us and Fawkes, you're hard to miss."§

Daphne stayed silent. She seemed ever so slightly rattled by the crowd. At first Harry was just signing a few Chocolate Frog Cards, then people started having their pictures taken, then the questions started… Harry yelled at a few of the people asking rude questions and forced his way through the crowd to Gringotts.

Harry made a direct line toward the VIP teller. "Harry Potter is here. We have an appointment." Harry was obviously in an agitated mood. He didn't even say who the appointment was with. The Goblin didn't seem to mind and they were taken back without a fuss.

They were led down a set of steps and into a moderate sized conference room. Andromeda was there along with Mr. Brun from the Blacks Legal team. Director Ragnok was apparently waiting for Harry to join the meeting. Sitting on the centre table was a small Pensieve and a tiny vial containing the silvery liquid essence of a memory. There were also assorted stacks of paperwork. The Director gestured for Harry and Daphne to join them.

"Mr. Potter, do join us." The goblin said with a shark like grin.

Harry joined the group and shook hands with Mr. Brun. Andromeda got a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. Teddy was left at home and Harry had no doubt Pipsey was watching him. Daphne also made a point to greet all the guests. Fawkes flew off into the corner where a perch had been placed and Harry's Runespoor curled up on a chair.

Director Ragnok opened the meeting, "Greetings, Wizards and Witches. We have a full three hours booked and a number of topics to cover. If there are no objections, I'd like to cover legal issues from our last meeting before discussing new topics." Harry gave a brief nod.

Ragnok continued. "Your trademark submission has been approved for both designs. The simplified design is approved with the stipulation that the lightning bolt maintains the angles and general proportions that were submitted. Both ends must come to points. Per your request, this is to be reserved for higher-end products and licensing. The more detailed version with the circles has also been approved for your educational and entry level products."

Harry looked over the two designs. Daphne had drawn these up and submitted them when she was first hired by the Black family. Given everything that happened after that, Harry barely remembered it. They were good. He hated attention, but too many others were already using his name and likeness. This was just a step in getting control.

Harry addressed the director, "Thank you. Do I need to sign anything to complete the submission?"

Mr. Brun produced a number of documents, "This will take some time, but I always insist on covering my contracts in detail."

For the next hour, the contract was reviewed and questions were asked and answered. Harry liked the design and Daphne would receive compensation for her work in making it happen. Harry noted that legal work must be the most boring thing on Earth. Once complete, Mr. Brun took the documents and planned to file that afternoon. All the attention shifted back to Ragnok.

Ragnok then pulled out a map of Hogsmeade. "You now own approximately eighteen acres around the property known as the 'Shrieking Shack'. Unfortunately, word eventually got out that there was a buyer with 'deep pockets' and the prices went from Knuts to Galleons. That's when we stopped buying up the surrounding land."

Harry noted that eighteen acres was more than sufficient for whatever he decided to build there. It also meant the property would butt up to a more affluent are. One side was up against farmland, and the remaining sides were Hogwarts properties. This worked nicely.

Ragnok then pointed into the centre of the village. "We also managed to acquire seven establishments around the Hog's Head Inn. These were less desirable establishments and their purchase will facilitate your converting the surrounding area into something more upscale. It will back you right up to the main shopping strip."

Harry reviewed the map. "There are three other locations inside the area we purchased. It's been a while since I really walked that far down the street… can you tell me what they are?" He was curious about the locations he had not been able to aquire.

Ragnok pointed to the map. "Two are residential and the owners don't want to move. The third is a dingy building with an owner looking for a higher pay-out. He wishes to get double the value."

Harry asked, "Do we need these?"

Ragnok shrugged and said, "That's ultimately your decision, Wizard." Harry turned to Daphne.

Daphne considered the map. "The residential space is near the end of the street; those aren't necessary. They're well maintained and actually make a decent border. The 'holdout' building is in a central spot. We don't really need it, but it would help if we had it. After you make your changes, the value on the property would be increased to near what the man wants."

Harry looked back at Ragnok. "Buy it. He'll want more if he sees us walking around and making improvement plans." Harry knew he had picked up the other properties well below what they would be worth after the Hog's Head Inn is renovated. And he had picked up a lot of very nice property at rock bottom prices around the Shrieking Shack. Paying for one holdout wouldn't kill him.

Ragnok gave him a wry look. "And the residential buildings?"

Harry didn't really care. "Offer only current fair market value plus 25%. If I don't really need the space, why go overboard?"

More documents were signed, completing the purchases and accepting ownership. This took approximately another hour.

Mr. Brun cleared his throat. "Now, on to less pleasant matters. The lawsuit filed against the House of Black***. I recommend settling." Seeing Harry tense up, "Mr. Potter, the unfortunate fact is the families filing the suit, whom I'll refer to henceforth as the accusers, have just enough of a case to be problematic. While I don't think they have a strong enough case to win, they could damage the reputation of your family."

Harry glanced at Andromeda and saw she was deferring to him. "How so?"

Mr. Brun explained, "Walburga Black actively campaigned in favour of the Death Eater cause and the accusers have produced a significant number of letters from her bearing the Black family seal. The letters are quite clear in their intent to support and recruit. Much of the wording is espousing the Pure Blood position. In a trial, it would become public knowledge." Mr. Brun paused for a moment to see if there were any questions.

Harry didn't like where this was going. "Walburga was never the head of the family. So what if she got a hold of some stationary with the House of Black seal on it? That doesn't change her status as a raving lunatic."

Mr. Brun remained calm. "No, but her son Regulus was generally believed to be the Heir. And seeing how he took the Mark and followed the Death Eater cause, it could be construed that he supported his mother in her recruitment efforts in the first war."

Harry ran his hand through his hair, looking for a way out of this. He couldn't discuss the Horcrux or describe how Regulus had turned on Voldemort in the end… He also couldn't disparage Walburga without making Regulus seem weak. After Sirius' little brother had sacrificed his life to stop Voldemort, belittling him seemed wrong. It was never really clear if he even was the Heir. Hadn't that always been Sirius?

Mr. Brun continued. "Additionally, Sirius Black was believed to have been cast from the Black family. The accusers all claim to have been unaware Sirius was the Black Heir. Prior to Sirius' ascension, it was widely accepted that Draco Malfoy was the next Lord Black and they claim Lucius Malfoy used this fact to further push the other families toward the Death Eater cause in the second war."

Harry was thoroughly disgusted. "Sirius couldn't claim his position when he was locked up in Azkaban. And all the Death Eaters probably knew he was innocent. It's their own fault they never checked. Hell, Lucius probably bribed half the Ministry to keep him in Azkaban in hopes he would die there. They knew…"

Mr. Brun seemed somewhat sympathetic, but he continued. "Azkaban further complicated the matter. Sirius claimed his Lordship after spending fourteen years as a fugitive. The accusers maintain they should not have been accountable for a failure to support Sirius in his position of Heir and Lord of House Black as he only claimed his position in the Wizengamot after he used Arcturus' contracts against them. Sirius used Arcturus' contracts to drain the wealth of the accusers, forcing them to sell off their long-standing assets to maintain solvency during the period where Voldemort was also drawing on their financial reserves." After a small pause, Mr. Brun continued, "The accusers maintain these same contracts were used by Walburga and later by Lucius to force them into the Death Eater cause to begin with."

"Most of those assets they were forced to sell off were purchased by Sirius and are now contributing to the rapidly growing wealth of the Black Family. The claim states that the families only sold their assets off under threat of the Cruciatus curse and all proceeds from the sales were given to the cause that Walburga pressured them to join."

Harry wondered, "Do you think there's any truth to their claim?"

Mr. Brun barked out a small laugh. "No. Well, possibly a grain of truth, but that all I'd give it. I suspect they would have joined the Death Eater movement whether Walburga sent those letters or not. But those individuals which joined and took the Mark are now either dead or in Azkaban… The accusers in the lawsuit are the surviving family members that are now suffering from diminished wealth and a bleak future. They're desperate and this is the best possible way they see themselves restoring their way of life. If they had truly been innocent, the magical contracts could not have forced restitution to the House of Black."

Harry asked the obvious question, "So, why settle?"

Mr. Brun expected this. "Just because they cannot win doesn't change the fact that they can damage the way your family is perceived. Walburga's letters alone read like the rantings of a genocidal psychopath. Unfortunately, she had the House of Black seal and used it in her letters. I'm recommending you settle the suit to ensure you keep the momentum you've manage to create as you rebuild Magical Britain and your family's reputation. They all have Wizengamot votes and you may need their support."

Harry wasn't so sure, "But, like you said, Magic forced restitution…"

Mr. Brun explained, "You must understand, Magic is absolute and uncaring. The accusers failed to follow the letter of the contracts and they paid the price. A civil court is less absolute. You almost certainly will win a civil case, but your family would not emerge with its reputation unsullied. They will also oppose any plans you have for Wizarding Britain through their Wizengamot votes."

Quietly, Harry asked, "What do they want?"

Mr. Brun was all business. "They want monetary compensation and the return of the properties Sirius Black procured for Sickles on the Galleon. Additionally, the family's request a public apology from the House of Black for pressuring them to join a cause they didn't believe in." Mr. Brun adopted a look that made it very clear what he thought of the demands.

Harry had a bitter laugh, then said, "Tell me about the properties. The 'assets' that they want back. I know Sirius said it was like taking sweets from a baby and he believed it would bolster the family vaults for generations…"

Andromeda took this question, "These assets are made up of properties and businesses that have already generated more profit than the cost of purchasing them. They've paid for themselves and are a nice income stream for the House of Black. Honestly, we are bringing in an obscene amount of money, but it is also funding our charitable causes and donations. We don't really need the assets, but the House of Black bought them in good faith and I see no need to simply return them."

Harry asked Mr. Brun, "Why do they think we would even consider returning the assets? And the idea of an apology… that's almost laughable."

"Mr. Potter, I understand and agree with your position. The case is weak, but not weak enough to be dismissed out of hand. However, the family could benefit from this. The House of Black is strong today, but you have an opportunity to ensure its survival in future generations. A few of the purchased assets have begun to suffer from a lack of interest. You quite frankly are holding more assets than you can effectively manage."

Andromeda asked, "What do you suggest?"

Mr. Brun focused a moment, then proceeded, "For the restitution, we set up a modest short-term payment plan to assist them in preserving their estates. Just enough in Galleons to shore up their resources. If they manage their funds well, they can rebuild their family's accounts. If not, they will become insolvent within a generation or two. In addition, we use the same contracts Arcturus used to ensure their loyalty. This prevents them from using the money to influence political causes or discredit your family."

Harry asked, "And the Assets they wish returned?"

"There are multiple options, but only two that I recommend. Both would require detailed contracts, magical and non-magical. Use a portion of the profits from the assets to fund the settlement payments so the Black Vaults are not impacted. You'll need to review the current assets and determine which you want to keep and which would be better off divested. The Black portfolio has grown rather large and without hands-on management, the revenues will suffer over time. Approach this as an opportunity to review and assets your holdings. Some may be best managed by their original owners. The end goal for both options is to generate a continuous and healthy income stream and to re-establish loyalty contracts to those in opposition to the House of Black."

Harry pointed out what he thought was obvious. "They had loyalty contracts before and that didn't stop them from betraying Sirius."

"And they paid dearly for it." Mr. Brun smiled when he responded, "I also believe that had Arcturus spoken out against Voldemort, there never would have been a war in the first place. I will pursue every means of ensuring they cannot openly defy you and your family."

Andromeda couldn't argue. She knew Arcturus was a shadow of his former self during the initial war. "What are the two options you recommend, Mr. Brun?"

Mister Brun pulled out three files and passed them to Andromeda, Harry, and Daphne. "The first is to offer an option to buy back select assets the Black family does not wish to keep at a discounted market price. With stringent loyalty contracts, you could offer an option to buy at 15-20% below market value. This is still a price significantly higher than Sirius Black paid. Further, the original owners would manage the assets as they build up the funds to re-purchase them. The recipients will need a few years to accumulate enough funds for the buy back and the Black Family will continue to own and profit from the assets until they are purchased. The real benefit here is the loyalty contracts and the focused management."

Mr. Brun pulled out three more files. "The second option is the one I prefer. You would select a set of the assets and return them to the original families. The exchange would require a monthly stipend and profit sharing into perpetuity. It would require detailed contracts to ensure they honour the agreement and don't try to liquidate the assets… but it would give the Black family a reliable income stream for generations. If you wish to allow a buy-out option for the stipends, set it at something like 30% above fair market value… But I'd recommend long term revenue streams."

"If you choose either of these options, we'll have to make sure to choose which assets best fit the House of Black holding portfolio and which you are willing to divest. We're not treating this claim the way we would a charity. And again, loyalty contracts will be required with both options."

Harry looked up from the files. "There will be no public apology. But, perhaps a statement is in order. Assuming they are willing to do the same… Something along the lines of welcoming the Muggle-Raised into our society." Harry smiled in a way that was by no means warm or kind. Why the hell was he even considering this?

Andromeda looked at him with a look of shock. "Harry… they'll never go for that."

"Then they can go broke. The Black family will weather these slanderous lawsuits and we'll make enough donations that no one will hold it against us." Harry looked around the room. Only Ragnok seemed to agree. "Seriously, we're holding all the cards. They'll say whatever the hell we want or I'll just let them go broke. Hell, I've got deep pockets, I might even counter sue. Just for the hell of it."

Andromeda seemed a bit surprised. "These families have Wizengamot votes. If we want positive change…"

Harry cut her off.

"NO! They made their bed and now they're complaining about having to sleep in it. They supported a Dark Lord and for nearly a year, they profited from it. They murdered and raped and tortured and stole from Muggle-born and Half-Bloods. Let's ask Neville how the Longbottom family fared in that year… No. At the rate they're going through money, they'll probably sell their seats. We'll make sure we have people in place to buy them."

The room was suddenly very silent and very cold. No one said a word for at least thirty seconds, and thirty seconds can be a very long time. It was clear Harry was rapidly reevaluating his options.

Harry broke the silence. "Mr. Brun… Tell the families their demands are unreasonable and we look forward to seeing them in court. I would also like you to investigate any legal action we can mount against them. Either directly or on behalf of others through class action suits."

Mr. Brun hesitantly asked, "What of the assets? They really need to be reviewed and possibly divested."

Harry calmed down a little. "I liked your idea about giving select assets away for a share of the profits… But I won't be pressured by Voldemort supporters. Once we know which assets we'd like to divest, we can make the same deal with someone else. Plenty of families stood beside me in the final battle, why wouldn't I reward them?"

Mr. Brun took a long breath. "The loyalty contracts are important… What should I tell accusers that come willing to drop the lawsuit and make offerings of capitulation and rapprochement?"

Harry knew this was important. He really didn't want to be looking over his shoulder for the rest of his life… But he wasn't running scared, either.

"Tell them I'll hear what they have to say. But they need to make the offer before Samhain. And I'll only negotiate after this ridiculous lawsuit has been rescinded."

Daphne added, "I'd suggest making it clear you will only meet and discuss terms individually, not as a group. Non-Disclosure agreements should be mandatory to prevent collusion." She then added, "They'll turn on each other faster that way."

Harry looked at Daphne and smiled. "Brilliant." Turning to Mr. Brun, "I'll meet individually, there won't be any package deals. Any discussions will require a Non-Disclosure agreement before I'll give them the time of day."

Harry turned back to Ragnok. "What's next on the agenda?"

Ragnok handed out three more files. "The property in West Oxfordshire adjoining Hwiccewudu****, now known as Wychwood Forest, has had its stone fence and posts rebuilt. The centre property is now warded and the gates have been repaired. Two thirds of the Orichalcum was stored at Riddle Manor and has been reclaimed. Unfortunately, the other third we could not reclaim as it was used in reinforcing the wards of the Ministry of Magic. This was done during the occupation and the Orichalcum is integral in the new ward structure of the Ministry."

Harry asked, "Did the current administration know about this?"

Ragnok only paused for a moment, "There was documentation, but one would have to look for it. Likely, they did not. Yours is not the only family stripped during the occupation."

"Were the other families that were stripped ever compensated?" Harry inquired.

"Where survivors could be found, compensation was made in some form or another. However, Orichalcum is not something easy to come by and the Ministry currently lacks the funds to compensate for something this expensive without impacting public works." Ragnok smiled as he delivered the news. He likely expected an entertaining reaction.

Harry turned to Mr. Brun, "Mr. Brun, see what you can get in repayment. Property, taxation reduction, some form of… I don't know." Harry ran his hand through his hair and considered how far he was willing to go. "I can't break the Ministry that Kingsley is trying so hard to turn around."

Mr. Brun looked over the file, "I have a few ideas. Given your desire to assist Muggle-Raised… and possibly a way to divest your other assets with minimal penalties… I can work with this. I'll bundle this with the unauthorized use of the property's mana when seeking restitution."

Andromeda spoke up "Perhaps a fifteen minutes break is in order." Everyone agreed.

Harry realized Andromeda had been very quiet since he interrupted and overrode her on the lawsuit. Well, they'd work things out. All things considered, he thought he was being fairly generous… Andromeda sometimes let her fear for Teddy's safety hold her back. He had deferred to her a lot over the years and her input would always be valued, but he was ready to take a more active stance now. That's why she hired Daphne to assist him, right?

Harry approached her. He could tell she was lost in thought. "Andromeda, I hope you didn't take it the wrong way when I took a hard line on the lawsuits. I just can't let them get away with this… Honestly, I'm not even sure who 'they' are."

She looked him squarely in the eye, but she didn't seem angry. "Travers, Selwyn, Rowle, Rosier… and others. Ironically, many of the witches you rescued in France are from the same families. Well, the French side of the families. The full list is in the packet Mr. Brun put together. Be sure to memorize them all and who they are allied with. These families are not to be crossed lightly. I don't want to bury anyone else, Harry."

Harry understood her concern. "I know. But they need to know they are no longer steering the ship. This isn't as much about money as it is about control." Harry considered her point. He didn't want to fight another war. "If they are willing to meet, I'll work something out… but only if they… well, let's be honest here, they lost. And you and I both know if the shoe was on the other foot, we would get nothing."

Andromeda gave a small nod. "I know your fourth year was terrible. Based on the article I read, it was worse than I thought. Daphne filled me in on some of the details… reluctantly I'll add. Did you know that becoming the Black Heir forced a number of the Slytherins to avoid confrontations with you? Until Sirius terminated the alliances and gained restitution, they couldn't do anything. Yes, there were exceptions, but only because they were not allied families."

Harry remembered the three Slytherins that had once attacked him. But that was about it for Slytherin. Only one was from a notable family. Even Draco backed off and avoided confrontation… at least until the will reading. Mr. Brun was a blood thirsty bastard, yet he wanted the loyalty contracts. Maybe there was something to it.

Harry chewed his lip for a moment. "I'll keep an open mind, but I'll only deal from a position of strength. That's really all they understand. From what I know of the pure-blood families, they'd rather die than be impoverished. I really think they'll do whatever we want to keep their aristocratic way of life."

Andromeda arched one eyebrow. "I hope you're right, Harry."

"If I'm not, I'll deal with them personally. You said these families are not to be crossed lightly. Well, neither am I, and I think they know it." Harry wasn't playing Dumbledore's game. If necessary, he had no problem killing more of Voldemort's followers.

Andromeda stared at him for a moment. "That's something Arcturus would have said. When he was in his prime…"

Harry smiled softly to her. She could think that if it made her happy, but he wasn't Arcturus. He also wasn't Charlus or James, or Lily… He was Harry Potter, the Master of Death. In time, everyone would know this. He gave her hand a small squeeze and politely excused himself.

Harry walked over and began to stroke Fawkes' neck. Not for the first time, he could tell this bird took in far more than anyone knew.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Fawkes? Soon we'll be in South America and I'll introduce you to Lychee, Guanabana, and Aguaymantos fruits. Then we'll try Madame Jeanette peppers, and if you can handle it, Rocoto chile peppers. Between you and me and the girls, I can't wait to get out and about. Probably comes from living in a cupboard for nine years."

Fawkes made a sad little trill, but Harry just laughed it off. "All good, my friend."

Harry heard a sound behind him. Turning around, he saw Daphne looking oddly at him. Hopefully she didn't hear the cupboard comment.

Harry smiled and asked, "Ready to start up again?"

She faltered a bit, "Yes. In five minutes." She looked like she wanted to say something. "Harry, you should know the Selwyn's and a few others will be at the Equinox party tomorrow. I hope that won't be too awkward."

Harry chuckled, "Nope. Being around people that hate me is nothing new. But this time, I'm holding all the cards." Seeing her still looking tense, he added, "I'll be a perfect gentleman."

"Thank you. I'm sorry to put you in this position…" She seemed especially vulnerable. Harry knew her well enough to know she hated being vulnerable.

"Don't sweat it. I'm used to being despised… it's the idolization I struggle with."

They went on to discuss Columbia and South America. She was traveling with Andromeda to Paris for fashion week the first of October. They both thought that would be a good time for Harry to scout out Peru and Columbia. Traveling with a Phoenix was complicated… But a Runespoor, damn near impossible. Getting the proper paperwork for Fawkes was not especially difficult. But for the Girls it was becoming a challenge. One way or another, he was definitely taking them with him. He had already reached out to Castelobruxo and they were helping. The school had the best Magizoology training in the world. They should be able to help him transport a Runespoor and a Phoenix. Harry was just beginning to describe Castelobruxo to Daphne when they were called back.

Director Ragnok handed Harry a packet. "Lord Potter, you are the sole beneficiary of Penelope McKinnon's estate. She was formally declared dead while you were in Paris and named you as her heir.

"She perished in the final battle of Hogwarts... that was over three years ago."

"There was no body and she was the last McKinnon. There is protocol when the last of a line as prominent as the McKinnons are declared extinct. in this case, a 3 year mandatory wait time after all paperwork has been filed."

"So, does that make me a McKinnon?"

"No, and without a blood connection, you cannot inherit any titles or Wizengamot seats. With Madam McKinnon's death, the McKinnon line is now extinct. The majority of the McKinnon assets and properties were liquidated over twenty years ago, and their Family vault contains a significant amount of wealth as well as their Grimoires. Their family estate is also included, but the manor was destroyed twenty-three years ago. It is approximately one hundred and fourteen acres in Scotland."

After a moment, Ragnok continued, "Penelope McKinnon also had a separate vault which she prepared specifically for you. While it only contains a modest amount of Galleons, it does contains her extensive book collection."

Harry remembered the old lady from Hogsmeade in his fifth year. She was really nice and he'd taken her to one of Horace's parties. She had helped him prepare for his Divination O.W.L. by tearing up a book he had purchased. She only left the pages that she thought were worthwhile. She had also given him a set of Battle magic books that were now part of the Black Family collection. They were impressive Grimoires written by an extinct family line names Alaric.

In the final battle, she had fought bravely and was witnessed being consumed by magical fire. She was a hero.

Looking over the vault content, it was a small fortune in galleons plus family heirlooms and the McKinnon Grimoires. There were many who would kill for the content of this vault. But, Harry didn't need the wealth.

"Director, is it possible there are Squibs or cousins that could step up into the McKinnon family?"

Ragnok nodded, "Yes, it's possible. The McKinnon family kept records on all their descendants, magical or not. But there are none known to be both Magical and to carry the McKinnon family name."

"Has anyone reviewed the records or tracked this since the line was mostly wiped out twenty some years ago?"

"No, Lord Potter. The last entry of the McKinnon family tree, inclusive of cousins and Squibs, was twenty-three years ago."

"Who currently manages their accounts and Wizengamot seat?"

Ragnok looked through his own papers for a good two minutes. "Currently, their Wizengamot seat is managed by the Ministry. Their accounts are set up for what we refer to as 'most conservative' investment. The wealth is keeping up with inflation and fees, but that's all."

Harry wasn't surprised. Fudge likely put one of his cronies in the seat. At least now Kingsley would place someone worthwhile in the seat. "Would it be possible to get an updated listing of their blood relations? Perhaps we can reactivate the House."

The Director made a note. "I'll see what we can do. Standard rates of course."

Harry nodded, "Right. I'll hold the vault until we find a family member able to claim it." He also intended to make sure the person claiming it was able to manage the House. "You know, she was close to my mother. Marlene McKinnon was a bridesmaid in my parents wedding. I owe this to them; to revive their family line."

The Director handed him a large and ornate key. "This key is for the McKinnon Vault. We will direct the McKinnon professional correspondence to you for management." Harry held back a grimace. He had just signed up for more administrative work. Perhaps he could hire an account manager.

Ragnok handed him a second smaller key. "This is the key to the vault Madam McKinnon set aside specifically for you. Inside the vault are the deeds to her retail space in Hogsmeade and her personal home. You'll find the addresses and specifics inside the packet." Harry took the packet and decided to put both keys in the Potter vault.

"Director, can you show me the map of Hogsmeade again?" Harry remembered Penelope McKinnon had a rather famous rare bookstore back in the seventies.

Harry found the locations he had just inherited and noted the house was in an affluent neighbourhood. Additionally, the retail space was near the center of the current shopping area. He might just pay it a visit. This might be something to keep Aberforth's elf busy while the Hog's Head Inn was undergoing construction.

Andromeda looked closely at the map. "Harry, the home is in a very nice area. I recommend keeping it for future generations. The lot alone is a worthy investment." She considered the property, "She must have really loved your mother."

Harry nodded, "She said she did. She also wanted me to kill Voldemort. I imagine after losing her family… I hope I'm not taking advantage."

Daphne emphatically said, "You're not taking advantage. Realistically, you should expect more of this over the next few years. It's customary for those without heirs to leave their belongings to someone they respect or admire. The fact that she was close to your mother and set up a separate vault specifically for you makes this personal. If she follows tradition, she's expecting you to divest the assets in some way, but to keep the vault she set aside for you. She also wants you to have the property, otherwise the deeds would have been in the larger Family vault."

Harry considered this and realized Daphne was correct. If a family Heir could not be found, he would ensure the funds went to various charitable causes. The property and the smaller vault were a gift. To be kept. Wait, did she said there would be more like this?

"So, how many of these should I expect over the next couple of years? The McKinnon Vault is really big. Am I going to have to hire some kind of account manager for handling other inherited properties?"

Andromeda answered immediately. "Probably. But if we get a charitable foundation up and running, they can help manage future endowments."

Harry decided to consider this at great length. When Sirius broke so many of the old traditionalist families and bought up their assets, he created a massive holding company that needed attention. He's already been told he needed to expand or divest much of what he had… Now there may be more coming. Hopefully none too soon. He didn't want to break anyone's trust if they thought enough of him to leave their estates to him.

Harry decided to think about it another day. "Let's just move on. After the Dumbledore will reading, I'd like to set up a trust for Teddy. One like I had. Something for my girls and Fawkes, too."

Andromeda looked surprised, "Harry, they're Familiars. If anything happened to you, they'd stay with us."

"I just want to make sure they're comfortable." He reached over and gently stroked Selene's head. All the girls had fallen asleep over an hour ago. Fawkes trilled softly.

Director Ragnok poured a memory into a small Pensieve. "Lord Potter, this is the memory Aberforth Dumbledore wanted you to view before claiming his vault."

Harry knew the drill. He entered the memory and realized it was Albus Dumbledore's wake. It was so strange to see the Weasley twins together again… painful too. Then there were Remus and Tonks. His heart was breaking just looking at them.

The service was over and he watched Aberforth approach his younger self.

"Potter. Thank you for attending. I expect you two were close, given how much time he's spent training you."

Adult Harry noted a low level of irritation that he'd missed four years ago. Had it really been four years? The man was having difficulty walking in a straight line.

Harry watched his younger self shrug. "We never really saw eye to eye…" He then watched himself remember his manners. "I'm sorry for your loss, Mr. Dumbledore."

Aberforth chuckled and shook his head. "You can't lose something you never had." He bitterly added, "I hate to say it, Potter… But you're better off he's gone. He was far too… interested in you."

Younger Harry looked strangely at the man, "What do you mean, sir?"

"My brother… He was a manipulative son of a bitch. Always trying to find the right path… Greater Good my ass. He used to say that a lot, but Arianna paid the price. He stopped preaching it, but he still manipulated everyone around him. Did you know he recruited your parents to his little group before they even graduated?" Aberforth took a sip from a hip flask he had tucked into his robes. "You're what, fourteen? Fifteen?"

"Sixteen…" Harry vaguely remembered this weird conversation. He could tell his younger self was confused. Confused and irritated. No one likes an angry drunk.

Aberforth sneered. "I bet he's got you doing his dirty work… Sixteen… He learned it from his dear old mother. She was a right foul old bitch. Well, now you're free. No more spider webs. Hell, they never really worked right anyway. Someone alllllllways paid the price. He got too wound up in second chances and gentle guidance bull shite. Damn fool. Manipulative, Greater Good son of a bitch." He then screamed for all to hear, "YOU'RE A SON OF A BITCH, ALBUS!"

Harry watched his younger self stand staring…

Aberforth looked at him accusingly, "So, are you now taking up the cause? Are you the new 'Leader of the Light? Greater Good for all and Forgiveness for EVERYONE!"

Aberforth was clearly drunk and his mocking tone was over the top. The spit flying out of his mouth while he mocked young Harry caused the teen to flinch back a bit in disgust. That only resulted in Aberforth laughing all the harder.

Younger Harry then punched the man right in the nose. It was a rock solid punch and the nose was undoubtedly broken. It probably would have knocked the man out cold if it had struck his jaw. Aberforth's nose began bleeding and was no longer straight. Somehow, the crookedness of his nose made Aberforth look a lot more like Albus. Young Harry and Aberforth stared at each other for a few moments and everyone present became silent.

Young Harry then lashed out verbally. "You old drunken goat! The last of your family is dead. People are scared and hurting… As far as Greater Good goes, it doesn't exist. There's just good and excuses for not being good. You asked about forgiveness? I'll take justice every single time. If you have any doubt, just look in the mirror and ask your nose. This war is coming and I'm not fucking around with any stunners."

Aberforth stared at Harry for a good ten seconds. "I like you, Potter. I think, maybe, we've got a chance… When the shite hits the fan, I'm ready to fight."

The memory slowly faded and Harry sat up and away from the Pensieve. Had he really hit the man? Yeah… He was so on edge that year, it was just one more explosion. The guy obviously had issues with his brother. To his credit, he had fought very well in the last battle…

"Is that it? I break the guy's nose and he puts me in his will?" Seeing his younger self react to stress made Harry understand why so many people were nervous around him. He had been a powder keg.

Director Ragnok smiled. "Combat is always a good way to bond. You've inherited the content of the Dumbledore vault and the Hogs Head establishment. Within the vault you will find personal effects along with the books and enchanted objects his older brother left him." Ragnok held out a letter to Harry. "Albus Dumbledore also left you this letter. It was intended to be delivered upon Aberforth Dumbledore's passing over his older brothers possessions to you. It should have been done three years ago."

Harry now understood… Dumbledore left his brother his books and… stuff. Aberforth was probably supposed to give it to him after the war… He probably just got too drunk and forgot.

"That is one messed up family." Harry took the letter and put it away. He'd read it in private.

Harry saw everyone looking at him. "Let's set up Teddy's vault and go home. I'm knackered."

—CS—

Director Ragnok was more than a bit disappointed. The goblin had expected more of a show and today's proceedings were rather sedate. He took solace in the fact that he'd get to watch Harry meet with the pure-blood families that had antagonized him. Ragnok knew better than most how desperate those families were. Their wealth and prosperity depended on Harry Potter's generosity… But Ragnok doubted Harry Potter was even half as forgiving as most assumed. Those meetings would be fun.

—CS—

Vide Bellator = Phantom Warrior Charm – It creates duplicate images that move independently.

* Landis, Carromeleg, Thorn Men and other references to ancient magic are from the Earthdawn and Shadowrun world settings.

** The Anonymous Charm is a mild illusion that causes those who see you to pay less attention and take no real notice. When they think back, they only remember an average and non-descript person. Harry uses this frequently in Dance of Death. Unfortunately, it doesn't work if you distinctly call attention to yourself. Having a Runespoor extending three heads a foot over his head and a phoenix on his shoulder is a very good way to call attention to yourself.

*** See Casting Shadows: Paris Chapter 13, Titles and Vaults.

**** Hwiccewudu is the name of Wychwood Forest from Saxon times. It was inhabited by the Hwicce tribe.

This was a very challenging chapter to write. I spent almost two weeks just writing and re-writing. I'm not a lawyer and I sometimes struggle in writing these kind of details. Be kind in your reviews. I'm looking forward to getting Harry involved in more action and adventure. It felt good to write 'Dance of Death' Harry again, even if it was just a memory. Kick ass and take names… no politics. Casting Shadows Harry is a bit more mature, but not always as much fun to write.

One element of this chapter is Harry slowly coming out from under Andromeda and refusing to play politics. In this story, the Death Eaters families weren't homicidal killers, but they turned a blind eye and backed the wrong player. Andromeda and Harry both want to make sure Teddy is protected, but Harry is willing to 'throw down' if needed. Hopefully I wrote the exchange well enough that you could see him reach a point where he just said 'Fuck this, I'm not playing their game'. In the end, he'll have to decide how to progress. A lot of his decision will rest on the face to face meetings. Harry just isn't a politician. He also saw how playing nice worked out for Dumbledore.

Mr. Brun is looking to increase Harry's power and Andromeda wants him to gain Wizengamot control while eliminating threats. Mr. Brun is a snake, and feels no shame in who he deals with. The Iopos law firm has their own agenda and I'll get there eventually. For now just know they see Harry as their primary client in Great Britain.