AN: Here is the final chapter of Book I, meaning this is the last time I get to apologize for taking longer than I planned.

Lily's Legacy

"I was so worried that I wouldn't remember the names of all the leaders of the different Goblin Rebellions of the fifteen-hundreds." Hermione explained to the others while they relaxed in their compartment on the Hogwarts Express, "And I'm sure that I messed up that final Transfiguration on the practical."

"Hermione, there is no question that you have the top spot in that class." Padma admonished her, "Your transfigurations were perfect."

"How do you think you did on the Potions final, Daphne?" Harry asked.

"I'm sure I did fine." The Slytherin answered confidently, "I was most impressed with Crabbe and Goyle, though. I expected one of them to melt a cauldron during the exam, your revision strategy must have worked pretty well."

"I just showed them how to make sweets."

"Wait, seriously?" Tracey inquired with a raised eyebrow, "How does that help?"

"Cooking can be really similar to potions making." Harry answered, "We made a few types of hard candy. Greg and Vincent just needed something to make the work fun so their minds don't wander. Between candies I had them work with real potions. They're both fine at prepping ingredients, they just get bored while brewing."

Before anything more could be said, the door to the compartment opened to reveal a trio of Slytherins that included the subjects of the current conversation.

"Potter," Draco said, "Do you know where Weasley is? Ronald?"

Harry was going to ask about the formal address, but a couple upper-year Slytherins walked by at that time and answered the question for him, "He's with Dudley and a few others further down the train. They didn't want to hang around with us and talk about exams anymore."

"Exams are over right?" Vincent Crabbe asked, "Why keep stressing?"

"Hush," Draco hissed back at him before addressing the compartment again, "I might come back later and join you. I think I did fine in Charms, but I'm not sure. I need to ask Ron a question first, though."

They turned to go, but Greg hung back and held the door open, "Thanks again, Potter." He said, "I was sure Mister Malfoy was gonna have to get Professor Snape to change my grades, but I think I actually passed, even Transfiguration."

"Congratulations Greg," He answered, "be sure to write when you get your grades and let us know how well you did. I guess I'll see you at the Wandless camp this summer?"

"Yeah, Dudley invited me to be his study partner." He agreed, "I need to thank him for that again, too." Taking a glance down the carriage, he added, "Oh, sorry, I'm gonna get left." Before closing the door and moving to catch up with his friends.

"I wonder what he wants with Ron?" Hermione asked before shrugging the question off and asking what Harry thought about a few of the latter spells in their Charms practical.

Maybe it had something to do with what happened at the Leaving Feast last night? Padma speculated to herself.

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"Enough talk about school work." Dudley announced, Draco had visited their cabin just to talk about him and Ron going to the Wandless Casting class-thing in two weeks, "We can talk all about the camp while we're on the way there. Can you please, please tell me what you did to Professor Mcgonagall, though? Ron won't tell!"

"What makes you think that we had something to do with it?" Draco asked, ignoring the incredulous looks from the others in the compartment.

"Yeah right," Neville scoffed, "Harry knows that she went to the Slytherin Dorms before the Leaving Feast, what happened?"

Looking between the students in the compartment before glancing back at Ron, Draco said, "I suppose we could share, if Ron wants to."

Ron grinned, "I couldn't decide if leaving them guessing was funnier, or if telling them would be."

"I say wait until after the wandless course this summer." Draco suggested.

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"I almost think I'd prefer if Slytherin simply won the House Cup outright." Professor Mcgonagall muttered as she left the Slytherin Common Room.

"If it wasn't against the spirit of his actions," Snape added, "I'd have given Weasley points for creativity."

"Even if it wasn't really me making choices in real time, I'm still amazed that Mister Weasley played so well." Mcgonagall admitted, "Do you think Filius or Pomona will be cross about my awarding him points for it on the last day?"

"How many Ravenclaws did Flitwick send your way trying to make good on your bet this year?" Snape returned, "No, I don't think they are going to say anything about it. Besides, the House rankings haven't technically changed."

Back in the Common Room, the First Year Slytherins were grilling Ronald Weasley on exactly why the Gryffindor Head of House had entered the house of snakes and offered one-hundred and fifty points, enough to put Slytherin ahead of Gryffindor by five in what was the closest House Competition in recent memory. More pressing than that in most of their eyes, though, was why he had instead asked for only one-hundred and forty, leaving Slytherin still in second place.

It was Daphne Greengrass who explained to the others, "If Slytherin steals the win, for something like the tenth time in a row, and at the last minute, no less, after Gryffindor was ahead at the end of the last day then people will just hate us more, regardless of the explanation. This way, we get a win without making the whole school sour."

"Exactly," Ron added, "I don't want to get on a bunch of people's bad sides, they aren't going to solve it with a game of chess."

"I like it." Draco agreed, "The other Houses will be scratching their heads trying to understand what we have on her."

Later, at the Leaving Feast, Professor Mcgonagall entered the Great Hall wearing green and silver trimmed robes. She didn't say a word to anyone about her attire, clapped a bit less enthusiastically than expected when Gryffindor was awarded the House Cup, and didn't so much as glance at the point counters on the wall a single time the entire evening. Never before had she regretted asserting that finding a student able to challenge her at chess was as special a feat as catching the Snitch.

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"That old fool is going to get himself arrested." Amelia Bones said as she pinched her nose and reached for the small glass of Firewhiskey Sirius offered her, "He spent the entire time trying to question me about my department and personnel and how much we knew about Dark Magicks, and constantly offered inane platitudes whenever I tried to get specifics to have my Aurors look out for. If it wasn't Dumbledore, I'd think he knew that You-Know-Who is still alive but hasn't decided on the how yet."

"That's… not good." Sirius muttered, "I was expecting better after Remus and I had that chat with him."

"I've put a few of my better investigators on looking for any evidence that You-Know-Who has contacted any of his former Death Eaters." Amelia said, "But other than knowing that I'm not totally wasting my time in doing so, we don't have anything better to go on."

"You might want to keep an extra close eye on Malfoy." Sirius told her, "Narcissa has told me that he is going spare waiting on Weasley's Muggle Protection Act to go up so he can chop it down. It could just be him sticking as hard to the Pureblood Agenda as he can get without directly opposing me in the 'Gamot, but he could also be desperate to keep something hidden."

"That should happen soon." She answered, "Assuming it passes, I'll try and have a raid ready to go on Malfoy Manor as soon as the ink dries." Amelia frowned and added, "If Narcissa is cooperative when that happens it will go a long way to keeping any trouble Lucius does happen to get into from affecting her and her son as well."

"Did you ever find anything on Crouch?" Sirius asked, changing the subject. The former department head was still a sore spot for him.

"Unfortunately, I had to let my secretary catch wind of that investigation." She said with a huff, "Fudge shut it down."

"What do you mean you 'had to' let your secretary…" Remus muttered in shock, "Why don't you fire her?"

"The girl is Fudge's niece." Amelia explained, "He got her the job, and I cannot fire her without a good reason or he will have me out of my office. I let her hear about the Crouch investigation so that she and the minister think they have gotten one over on me. Now it is less likely that she will snoop around the Death Eater investigations that Kingsley is leading."

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"Thank you for taking the time to come with us today." Petunia said to Andromeda while they waited on Platform Nine and Three-Quarters for the Express to arrive.

"It was no problem at all, I understand that Remus was busy."

"It was a difficult Full Moon." Petunia confirmed, "He's still a little sore from it."

"I think I hear the train." Emma added from Petunia's other side, "By the way, Andromeda, did you speak with the Professors about Hermione being allowed to leave the Wandless Camp to attend your tutoring sessions?"

"Oh, yes. They said that would be fine, they are giving the Patil twins the same special dispensation as Neville Longbottom; since they spent a whole week staying at your home."

"I'm sure that having Neville over will be an interesting time." Petunia chuckled, "He and Ronald may have stayed for Christmas, but most of that time was still effectively in the Magical World. A week with no magic at Privet Drive will be completely different."

"Well, it will give him a head start on getting wandless magic working." Andromeda answered, "Dora has been living in an all-muggle flat that Remus helped her find. It took her several months, but she's able to levitate things without her wand now. She just wishes it was easier to work on."

"Well, she still had to be around magic when she was at the Academy, yes?" Petunia asked, "I suppose it must be harder to get rid of this magic resistance you suspect is the reason that way?"

"I wouldn't call it 'resistance' so much as 'tolerance' or 'vigilance,' the theory that I proposed to Professor Flitwick was that over time a person stops taking conscious notice of when minor things happen against their magic, such as entering or exiting benign wards. That lack of conscious feeling leads to not being able to call up our magic without external assistance. Hence our modern belief that wandless magic is somehow exotic or especially difficult to learn."

"It must make more sense to you." Emma said as the Express' brakes screeched while it came to a stop at the Platform.

The three mothers waited fifteen minutes until they saw Harry, Dudley, and Hermione emerge from the train with their friends, though they weren't surprised. Petunia and Emma both expected them to have waited for the crowd to disperse. But they were not expecting the trio to be surrounded by a whole crowd, an even dozen children walked off the train together behind the main throng with Harry and Draco Malfoy at the center of it animatedly debating over something.

It didn't look like Draco's mother was expecting that either. The woman had been standing off to the side after saying hello to Andromeda, but when Petunia stole a look at the woman she was glancing back and forth between the children and her sister. When the group started to split in two, Narcissa moved over to join Andromeda and get a look at her son interacting with his new acquaintances since it was clear they were splitting between her and Harry Potter's family.

"Hello mother, how are you." Draco acknowledged Narcissa, "Is father not here?"

"Your father had some business he was taking care of in his study," She answered, "I am sure he will want to hear about your exams when we get home. I must say, I am pleased to see you getting along with Mister Potter and his friends. Hearing from my sister that you were not on good terms was distressing."

"We just started on the wrong foot, Mis-uh, Lady Malfoy." Harry interjected.

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"Lucius… What is wrong?" Narcissa asked. When she and Draco returned home her husband had been absent, and their son was long since asleep when the man finally returned smelling like he'd gone out to have a drink, or several.

Lucius Malfoy pinched his nose and sighed before answering, "I'm going to take care of it. You will not need to concern yourself."

"You look as bad as you did under that infernal jungle illness you caught last year." She asserted, "I also would have expected you to inform Dobby if you were leaving so the elf could inform us when we arrived. Draco stayed up to see you, but ended up falling asleep."

"I'll see him in the morning." Lucius answered, perking up at the mention of his son, "I want to hear what he thought of the exams. There have been several recurring complaints from certain invested parties and I would like to hear from a firsthand source. Especially with Dumbledore handling Defense after the untimely death of Professor Quirrell."

Narcissa sighed, "Make sure you are around, remember that Draco will be gone much of the summer for that muggle camp that the school is running."

"I have not forgotten." Lucius replied, "Personally, I almost wish the project will be a failure. If only to disprove the idea that going muggle will improve our magic."

"Unfortunately, that is not likely to be the result." Narcissa told him, "I overheard my sister mention that her daughter was able to learn some of the basics of wandless magic by following instructions from Harry Potter's family. It took her longer, but she is also in Auror training; so she could not completely separate from magic all the time."

"That is fine as well." He said, "Then our son will have a foundation for learning wandless magic. Severus told me that Potter trounced Nott's son in a practice duel with just wandless flipendos while his opponent was effectively free to cast whatever he knew."

"Draco told me about that over Christmas." Narcissa answered, "Now, I ask again, what had you so worried when you arrived? What pulled you from your study?"

"I…" He inhaled and sighed again, "I shall involve you if it seems I cannot solve the issue myself. At the moment, it has nothing to do with the family."

"I'll hold you to that, husband." Narcisa told him, jabbing a finger into his chest before turning and stalking off to bed. Lucius thought about following her, but the pull of the object in his study compelled him to return there. Even under several of the heaviest wards he could find in his library on such short notice, the black leather diary whispered hisses like that of a snake into his mind. The man gripped his left arm, where the phantom remains of his Dark Mark were stinging and burning for the first time in a decade; and his fear returned sevenfold.

Curse Weasley and his meddling, the man thought as his feet took him where he did not want to go, if I had not been getting rid of things ahead of his stupid Muggle Protection bill then it would still be on the blasted shelf!

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"I'm sorry Ron, but I'm presenting the Muggle Protection Act the same week that the wandless magic camp starts." Arthur explained to his son, "I know you and and young Draco Malfoy are friends, but his father is indisputably one of the people the bill is targeted at. It wouldn't be hard for him to use your friendship to damage the bill's standing."

"What could he do?" Ginny asked, frowning when her mum told her to shush.

"I guess Mister Malfoy could slip a dark artifact in my bag or something." Ron suggested, "That could be bad, I understand dad."

"Besides, you've been away at school for so long, and now you're going to be going to this muggle nonsense for most of the summer after getting hurt so badly." Molly Weasley added to her husband's arguments, "Your family deserves time with you, too."

"It's okay mum." Ron assured her, "I bet the Malfoys don't have food as good as your cooking, anyways."

That night, an argument was held between the two Weasley adults; though not about Ron's choice of friends, nor the wandless magic camp. Molly tried once again to convince her husband that Ginny shouldn't be involved in extracurricular subjects before school; that a scholarship offer was no different than charity. Instead, Arthur shot her down and informed his wife that he had already written to the Wolfstar Foundation concerning a girl he felt needed the support structure they provided but could easily slip through the cracks.

Their argument was heard by all of their children currently at home. But most importantly by Ginny, who had spent the last couple months on an emotional broomstick ride because of these constant rows between her mum and dad. Thankfully, Arthur Weasley was steadfast that she be allowed the chance to get ahead with Harry Potter's help. After her father had shut down her mum's arguments again, she snuck upstairs to bed, visions of spending the summer with Harry Potter filling her dreams.

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The evening that Harry and Dudley returned from Hogwarts, Fawkes the Phoenix interrupted the family's dinner with a short letter from the Headmaster; that he planned to come by the next morning to inspect the wards on Number 4 Privet Drive, pending the Dursleys' approval, to determine how much they deteriorated in the boys' absence. The elderly wizard arrived exactly when he said he would, ringing the doorbell in a casual muggle suit that wouldn't stand out except that the man thought bright purple and yellow were acceptable colours to pair together in public.

"Mister… Dumbledore." Petunia said, sighing in frustration when she saw his attire, "Please, come in."

"Thank you, I am sorry to intrude." He offered, clearly unsure of the source of her peckishness, "How are Harry and young Mister Dursley?"

"Do you think if you just keep doing it that we will eventually stop telling you to stop being so familiar with my nephew?" She hissed back before they entered the family room, "At this point every important adult in his life besides my husband and Sirius have told you; stop it."

"Yes ma'am." Albus muttered, a shudder running down his back as Petunia Dursley momentarily reminded him of a time he'd received a dressing down from her sister, Lily.

"Good morning, Headmaster." Harry waved to the man when he and Petunia joined them, "Would you like some tea?"

"If your family doesn't mind." The elderly wizard answered, "It is a pleasure, Mister Dursley, Remus."

Harry left the room to get another cup, and Remus asked the question that had been burning him since he'd spoken with Sirius last, "Why did you give Madame Bones the run-around when you spoke with her?"

"I am sorry if she felt that way." Albus answered, "But I provided her any information that I knew I could prove. That Voldemort is alive, that he doesn't have a body at the moment; but I don't have any actual evidence to explain how."

"Don't have evidence?" Vernon asked, "Or don't know?"

"I have a few theories, none of which are any more plausible than any others." Dumbledore replied, "Unfortunately, the Philosopher's Stone is the only means of cheating death that I can categorically confirm him to have not used."

"And you didn't think that the head of law enforcement should know these theories?" Remus questioned the man, still cranky from his transformation a few days ago. He'd accidentally hit the silver bars in the Lodge basement while transforming, and was still awfully sore.

"When I have something more concrete I will be sure to share with her," He told the werewolf, "but I don't want to encourage her to spread what Aurors she trusts not to go to Fudge so thin that they become ineffectual by sending her out to try and verify conjecture."

Vernon grumbled, but they couldn't exactly fault the man's logic over that, and the argument died when Harry returned with a cup and poured the Headmaster's tea. Harry was disappointed that their grades still weren't back yet, but Dumbledore assured the boy that he would know his standing before the wandless camp began in two weeks.

"If I wasn't absolutely sure of their location over the past nine-and-a-half months, I would have assumed at least one of the boys to have been living here full-time." Dumbledore said a few minutes later when he checked the efficacy of the Blood Wards, "I was worried that one of you would need to stay here longer than two weeks to recharge things." He pinched his nose and told the adults, "But having checked their power, I think a single week with both boys back here will leave the wards in perfect shape until the end of next June, should that be required. If you wouldn't mind, I would like to cast a few diagnostic spells on Mister Potter and Mister Dursley to be sure; but the strength of the Blood Wards is likely directly connected with the closeness your family feels."

After he finished his business and prepared to leave, Petunia pulled Albus aside and said, "In the future, please try to keep appointments here to the evenings. I think Harry's bed is a bit small for Remus to be borrowing."

"Er, yes. I'm sorry." He answered, "I hadn't taken into account how you would want to, um… have him here as an advisor. I shall do so from now on."

As he prepared to apparate away, Albus Dumbledore contemplated what he could get for Remus to make this morning up to him. It truly hadn't occurred to the Headmaster that the Dursleys would need to have Remus over for the night if Dumbledore was planning to arrive before morning tea.

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"In my day, students did not get cursed in the hallways and locked in broom closets." Madame Longbottom huffed after hearing her grandson explain why he was late getting to a teacher during the event at the end of term. An event she had not been informed of, despite Neville being attacked.

"It was my fault for forgetting my wand." Neville replied, "I'm mostly mad that they attacked Parvati too."

"I heard that you had taken up muggle exercise with Harry Potter." Augusta asserted, "How have you found that to be? I asked Mister Lupin about it, and he assured me that working with Mister Potter and Mister Dursley would be beneficial for your magic."

"It is." he answered, "I can cast for longer since I started working out. It's not much, but I wasn't worn out after our practicals; and I thought I would be."

"You have grown much this year, Neville." His Grandmother stated with a smile, "A far cry from the boy that left home this past September."

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"It's good to see you again, Senior Accounts Advisor Axegut." Ms. Acacia said, sitting down with Harry and Remus, "I'm sorry we took so long to bring Harry to see you."

"The first Saturday after term ends is not too long, Ms. Acacia." He responded, giving the woman a toothless smile before turning to Harry, "I have been informed by your advisors that you wish to invest in this foundation for magical schooling. Due to what has happened with your accounts previously, I felt the need to get a confirmation from you before doing too much."

"Yes sir," Harry nodded, "I want to. I think the Magical Guardian program is important, and it's still less than the estate is supposed to start making once Uncle Moony gets everything running again. Plus," he added, glancing at his aunt, "I think Ms. Acacia likes having something more to do."

"Well," Axegut said with a clap of his hands, "I am sorry to have asked you to come to Gringotts for only this, but I did not want to risk not dotting my i's and crossing my t's, as they say."

"It's quite alright," Ms. Acacia waved his concern away, "we were going to go to the Potter Family Vault and let Harry look around some. His last visit was cut short by finding his parents' Wills."

"That will obviously not be a problem, ma'am."

Twenty minutes later, Ms. Acacia was fighting to get her breath back after the roller coaster ride to the Potter Vault. Harry and Remus were chuckling and giving her space, as she looked like she might hurl, while Griphook waited for them to compose themselves. Axegut had gotten permission for Griphook to take them to the vault instead of himself so that he could continue working on paperwork for the Dumbledore Victory Vault, as the original manager had apparently named it.

"Why don't you have some less scream-inducing means of accessing the lower vaults?" She asked Griphook once her heart was no longer pounding out of her chest, "Normally, security is meant to scare thieves, not patrons."

"Unfortunately, Ms. Acacia," Griphook answered smoothly, "in our society the two are all too often one and the same."

The three split up to wander through the disorganized mess that was the Potter Family Vault while Griphook waited for them at the entrance. Harry was mostly interested in the caches of enchanted items his family had collected over time; the Potters had dozens of items that were magicked to do random things around a magical home such as mirrors that gave grooming advice, or combs that could be attuned to hair potions and automatically apply them when used. While he didn't see himself needing things like that, he could imagine his Aunt Petunia enjoying a Magic Mirror that told her how pretty she was.

Meanwhile, Remus was looking through a stack of Potter Family portraits. He knew that there wasn't going to be one of James and Lily, he'd already looked before, but held out hope that they would at least be able to find Harry's grandparents or some other close relative. Unfortunately, the most recent relation to have their portrait stored in the vault was from the late 1800's; the more recent Potters having been killed in the wars of the last century, most without time to properly prepare. Petunia calling for him from further in the vault drew him from his contemplation. The last place that a more recent portrait could be found was Potter Manor; even as Steward, Remus was unable to enter that building without a Potter by blood with him. But he and Harry were going to make a trip to the estate some time over the summer, so it could wait until then.

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"Lily warded this so that you and Petunia had to take it together?" Sirius asked, "Why?"

"Well," Remus corrected, setting the letter on the table between them, "I think it was actually set to accept Petunia and either of us, but yes. Lily's desk from her childhood home was sort of hidden behind a bunch of old dress robes with this setting on top of it."

"I could read my name on the envelope," Petunia explained, "but every time I reached for the note I felt myself compelled to pull my hand back."

"May I?" Sirius asked, indicating the letter in question.

"Of course." Petunia waved for him to read it, having already done so; and had Griphook make a copy to take out of the vault while leaving the original hidden.

"My Dearest Sister, Remus, Sirius, or Peter,

If you are reading this, then the worst has befallen James and I. Not only that, but you have likely made surprising discoveries concerning Petunia's Magical status. In this desk are the collected notes and citations I made when researching Lycanthropy in my endeavors to cure Moony of his furry little problem. Eventually my research led me to believe that perhaps using uninfected blood from a close relative could brew a cure using Wolfsbane as a base; but what I made was so different. I didn't manage to keep my promise to Remus, but I kept my promise to you, Petunia.

Sister, do you remember mum and dad being so sick the year before Voldemort killed them? When they got miraculously better after the doctors all gave up? They got better because I was able to give them strong Potions that worked with their magic to cure them. Magic they had because I brewed a new Potion, based on my own blood, that gave it to them. I couldn't make them fully magical, not a witch or wizard, but they were squibs; which was enough for me to save them from disease.

I invented the formula entirely by accident while researching something for Harry. At first, I didn't think I would use it; but our parents getting sick made me try, they didn't have anything to lose at the end. When it worked for them, Petunia, I realized that it would help me keep Harry with you in the event that Sirius or Alice can't take him. Both of them are fighting on the front lines, so there are no guarantees.

I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you but, in my defense, I believe I saved your life. I gave you the Magic Bequeathal Potion, as I've named it, while you were laid up after giving birth to Dudley. You were so weak afterwards, your doctors were convinced you were going to die from the complications, so I used the Potion. Once it took effect, I was able to sneak into your room and cast spells over you to heal you.

Petunia, boys, take care of my Harry; and sister, please don't hold this against me. All of my research concerning both Lycanthropy and the Magic Bequeathal Potion are in the desk, my last request here is that you show it to my son. I can only hope that Harry inherited my love of Potions and not James's penchant for pranks. Failing that, though, my mentor, Professor Slughorn, should at least receive the Lycanthropy research. If anyone besides Harry could finish my work, it is him.

~Lily Potter"

"Bloody Merlin…" Sirius muttered after finishing the letter, "She… she really did it, didn't she?"

"Obviously." Petunia answered with a deadpan snark, gesturing at herself as proof.

"I'm sorry again for overreacting in the vault, Petunia." Remus said into the silence, not for the first time since the previous evening.

"What happened?" Sirius' eyebrow scrunched up in confusion.

"His first reaction after reading the letter was to destroy the research." Petunia said, "The desk and original note are now safe in the Ms. Acacia Vault."

"I freaked out, and I'm so sorry," Remus defended himself to the woman before turning to elaborate to Sirius, "But all I did was draw my wand, I caught myself before actually doing anything. It's just… this shouldn't be possible. The first thing that my mind went to was how this could lead to-"

"I know," Petunia answered, interrupting him, "and I forgave you. I understand that the revelations there are likely destabilizing to your worldview, but you'll have to forgive me for keeping my sister's research for now."

"Absolutely." Sirius agreed, "With everything else going on at the moment, I think that this should stay tightly under wraps. Pureblood hardliners have been pushing the narrative that muggleborn literally steal magic, and that that's how they can use wands, for centuries. If this gets out, especially with the inventor being a muggleborn, it'll bring all that rhetoric back to the front of the chamber; and some people might listen to it this time."

"Waiting, at least until the Foundation is fully realized and the first group of children are in school, makes sense." Petunia concurred, "This has the power to change the Magical World forever."

"Or…" Remus muttered, too quietly to be heard, "it could destroy it."

AN2: One thing I want to clear up about this ending, it was established at Halloween that some potions (specifically Skele-Gro, from when the Troll landed on Harry) need to interact with the subject's magic to work. This means that some more powerful magical healing potions and spells would never work on a muggle, hence why Lily's potion allowed her to save her parents and Petunia.

Also, I am still working on Book II. In fact, I have already done a little of the first chapter or two of it and that's one of the things that pushed this chapter back. When I get ready to post Book II, I will add an announcement to this as a "final chapter" with a link to the new fic.