Chapter 21: Comeuppance Pt. 2

BANG, BANG, BANG!

The sound of someone banging against the door of 4 Privet Drive early on a Saturday morning echoed in the quiet, still neighborhood.

"Open up," a voice called out as they once again banged against the front door.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," a blustering voice answered as a big, beefy man with a large purple face, and a bushy black mustache made his way down the stairs in his pajamas.

Behind him was a thin, blonde-haired woman with long neck like that of a giraffe, and a long face, lantern jaw, and large teeth.

"Mom, what's going on," an extremely fat boy with watery blue eyes and thick blond hair asked as he pulled at his mother's nightgown.

"Don't worry, Popkin," the woman answered in a sweet voice as she rubbed her son's face. "Go back to sleep, it is still very early."

"But mom, d- do... do you think it is that scary m- man?"

Freezing up, the horse face woman quickly collected herself, and then bent down towards her son. "NO, Diddykins, I do not think so. Even if it is your father and I will protect you."

"But... but you didn't protect me the first time!" the fat boy shouted. "All you did was tremble in fear."

"Now Diddykins," the woman said in a stern voice, "Go to your room."

"I don't want to," the spoiled brat answered as he crossed his hands and stood his ground.

Sighing, the woman did not what else to do but walk away. Coming up behind her husband, she saw as he opened the door and was greeted to the sight of two men dressed in brown and black suits.

"Greetings," the man in the black suit said. He was a young man either in his late twenties or early thirties. His partner in the brown suit was a gruff looking man who said nothing but stared.

"Who are you people," the fat mustache man asked in his combustive tone. He looked around the neighborhood and already saw that a few people were looking outside their window to see what was going on in curiosity. "And why in god's name are you beating against our door this early in the morning."

Still keeping up with his pleasant smile, the young man answered, "My name is Alex, and this fine gentleman is my partner, Clark."

"I do not care about that," the overweight man shouted. "What are you doing at my home?"

"Oh," the young man said, "We are from the FTC - The Federal Trade Commission!"

"Oh," the abrasive man said as he seem to deflate a bit when he heard it was an authoritative figure.

"Yes," the young investigator said, "We are here looking for Vernon Dursley. Would that be you, sir?"

"Yes," Vernon answered, "What is the issue, officer?"

"Nothing, nothing at all. We just had a few questions for you, that all."

"My husband has done nothing wrong, agents! He is a fine upstanding citizen and member of the community." the horse face woman cut in.

"And you would be?" the investigators asked.

"Petunia Dursley," the woman answered, "I am his wife."

"Yes, well who said he has done anything wrong," the young man quizzed. "This is just a formal inquiry, you could say, Ma'am. Now if I could please continue,"

"Yes, of course."

"Now," the young man began with as he took out a small notepad and a pen from his pocket. "You are the Owner of a firm called Grunnings?"

"Yes," the whale-like man answered as he puffed himself up. "I have bought it off the old owner in 1980."

"With the help of your wife's brother-in-law money correct?" the investigator asked in a pleasant tone.

Pausing, the fat, meaty's man expression went through a dozen expression until he growled out, "Yes."

"Good, good," the young man said as he quickly scribbled something in his notepad. "And what does Grunnings do, if I may ask?"

"We make drills, very important stuff."

"I see," the investigator said. "Now did you know that there was some inconsistency in your firm's accounts?"

"What?" the man exclaimed, and his wife took in a sharp intake of breath at the news. "I... I did not know about that," he said as sweat poured down his face.

Looking up and facing him head on, the young investigator asked."I thought you were the owner? Shouldn't you know all that goes down in your own firm?"

"Well, not exactly everything per se. I only look out for our interest and try to expand. I hire other people to do that."

Snorting, the grum looking man spoke up for the first time and muttered, "Some owner you are, aye?"

Going red in the face, the fat man shouted, "Now look here, I will not stand for that kind of disrespect. If you want to speak to anyone, speak to my solicitor! I..."

Just then as Vernon was flapping his mouth about, three cars pulled into the driveway. Then a few men and women in black suits exited out of the cars and made their way over to the front door.

"Seems like you got a lot of guests, aye?" the young man joked, however, it fell on deaf ears as they were more worried about what was going on.

Walking in the lead was a woman with white short hair, and a badass vibe. She had on a black sunglasses which she took off when she walked up to them, showing her icy-blue eyes. "Is this the residence of the Dursley?"

"Yes," Petunia answered, "what can I do for you?" she asked as she was now getting very worried since all her neighbors were sticking their heads out of their houses and playing close attention to what was going on.

"Is Harry James Potter, here?"

Being rendered silent at that question, the woman nodded her head at her associates and pronounced. "Search the house."

With that, they all filed into the house and the Dursley's had no choice but to let them in.

"You can't do this," Petunia shouted, and already from inside, she could hear dishes crashing to the floor and shelves being upturned.

"Yes," Vernon intoned along with his wife.

"Actually we can," the woman answered. "We are from child protective services and we received some startling news that put you, Dursley's, in a very bad light."

"Whatever that brat told you is not true," Petunia spat out. "We have raised him, shelters him, and fed him for over thirteen years."

"We will see about that," the woman said and just then a third visitor came over to visit. This time it was a police car that pulled up.

"It looks like the cavalry has arrived," the woman announced as two police officers stepped out of their vehicle.

"Ma'am," one of the people from the child protective services called out. "The boy is not here!"

"Of course he isn't," Vernon shouted, "he ran off with his criminal of a... a ..."

"Mhmm," the woman said not listening to him anymore. "Officer's please take them away."

"Mind if we come," the investigators called out. "We are from FTC and we have several charges of Bribery, Fraud, Embezzlement, Money Laundering, and Tax Evasion against him."

Shrugging her shoulder's the policemen closed in on the Dursely family and under the watchful eyes of their neighbors they were arrested and taken away.

"Mrs. and Mrs. Dursely, you have some visitors that would like to see you," an officer called from beyond the bars.

"Is it my solicitor?" Vernon asked as he got up from his bench, and his handcuffs and legging rattled as he did. Both the Dursley did not look in a good state with Petunia's hair all being in a mess and Vernon countlessly complaining about how hungry he was. All in all, they were very miserable and so dearly wanted an accounting for this.

Not answering the officer simply unlocked the door and stepped back, letting whoever came to visit come in.

"Hurry up, and move it along," a voice called out as two women were pushed into the prison cell. One was a batty old woman with grizzled grey fly away hair and the other woman was a near copy of Vernon himself. As she large, beefy, purple-faced, and even had a small mustache.

"Marjorie? What are you doing here?" Vernon asked.

"Is that you Ms. Figg," Petunia wondered out loud.

"Yes," the old woman answered as she sat down on the bench.

Looking around with her beady eyes, the fat woman that Vernon called out to broke into sobbing tears when she saw her brother and ran over to him. "Vernon, oh, Vernon, the injustices that I have suffered. They dragged me out of my bed early in the morning and look at me."

"It is going to be okay, sister," the fat man whispered as he made kissing faces for her to settle her down. "When my solicitor comes this will all be straightened out and they will pay dearly for the treatment they have given us."

"Good it seems like you are all here," a voice interpreted as the same young investigator, his partner, and the woman with the sunglasses walked into the prison cell.

"You!" every cell occupant shouted.

"Yes, me," the young investigator, "now be seated, we have important guests arriving."

However, it seems like everyone wanted to do the opposite as they all shouted at once.

"Where is my little Diddykins?" Petunia shouted.

"I want to speak to my solicitor, right now," Vernon intoned.

"You can not keep me here," Marjorie answered with her own screaming.

"I am an old lady, my bones will not allow me to stay here for long periods." Ms. Figgs began with.

"ENOUGH," the severe woman shouted which really did get everyone's silence. "Our guests are here."

With that, all three mysterious folks stepped back and from the deep recess of the prison walked into two gentlemen. Gentlemen really wouldn't be the correct turn to use for them since they were only 3.5 ft tall with green-pinkish skin, long pointy noses, and bat like ears. However they were well dressed and looked like people of good standing.

"Mr. Barnott, Mr. Gorkit," the peculiar individuals greeted respectfully as the two goblins came into the light.

Before the two goblins even got a word out, Marjorie started screaming, "AAAAAA, monsters, monsters."

"You are those goblins that my sister talked about," Petunia uttered with a shaky voice.

"What are you doing here," Vernon shouted as he went red in the face as if these magical being visit into his ordinary, mundane life was an insult to his personage.

"I thought that was very obvious," Gorkit answered in a savage grin. "You will be going away for a very, very long time."

"Yes," Barnott added, "Do you know how her Majesty felt when she found out a Lord of her realm was being so mistreated by you... animals?"

"But.. but I never mistreated young Harry Potter," Ms. Figgs voiced.

"Oh, we already know that," the gruff-looking investigator spoke up. "However, you knew perfectly well how young Harry Potter was being treated by them, and you did not even lift a finger. All you did was report to Dumbledore and keep it at that."

"You have been a spy for that old coot!" Petunia shouted as she turned her gaze upon the old woman.

Ignoring the horse face woman, the batty old woman still tried to defend herself, "I told Dumbledore how Harry was being treated by them, but... but he said do nothing."

"Mhm," Gorkit said as he contemplated what the old woman just said. "if you could attest to that one day when Dumbledore is brought before the Wizengamot, then we can see what we can do about your sentence. But for now, the desition still stands. You shall serve out your punishment."

"Yes," Barnott added," I told Dumbledore and he did not do anything does not stand. You could have gone to this muggle child's services. Reported it to the Ministry, reached out to the Daily Prophet, and so many other things. Yet you didn't so, this crime also rests on your shoulder."

Being silenced with no argument left, the old woman seem to roll into herself as she now had time to really realize her past actions.

"We have done nothing but treat that brat with respect he deserves," Vernon interpreted.

"Yes," Marjorie intoned as she seem to collect herself, "My brother took in that brat and raised him. How can you do this to him."

"You are both a lost cause," Barnott uttered as he looked on at them in pure disgust. "You will be facing numerous charges of child neglect, child abuse, child extortion, embezzlement, and numerous other charges."

"Where is my little Diddykins," Petunia uttered again.

"He will be taken into child protective services," the woman answered.

"Let's hope that the next home he finds will be a good one unlike your home," Gorkit uttered with a chuckle.

"You," Vernon shouted as he jumped up from his seat with swiftness that did not equate to his large size and bull rushed the goblin. However before he could make it anywhere, the young investigator took out a stick from his coat pocket and uttered a few words and made some gestures and the fat man was floating in the air.

"Behave yourself, please, it is unbecoming of someone your age."

"You're a wizard... but how?" Petunia studdered.

Snorting out loud, the old woman spoke up, "You think with a little magic we can not take over your paltry government. HA!"

"You're one of them?"

"Ha, if I was do you think I will be held back by these chains?"

"Now," Barnott said, "I wish you luck for all to come. You will absolutely need it."

With that, the small group of goblins and wizards walked out of the police station and into a waiting crowd of news reporters.

The goblins quickly cast a notice-me-not charm on to themselves and passed by the line of police officers blocking the police precinct and wade through the roiling mass.

Already they could hear reporters shouting their many questions which were all about the young orphan lord living in an abusive home.

"So could I go," Harry asked his godfather as he looked over the invitation again.

"Sure," Sirius replied with a shrug, "though I will be coming with."

"Really?" Harry asked as that was the best news he heard alongside this invitation to the Quidditch World Cup. Sirius was a big fan of quidditch just like him and he used to play back in his glory days at Hogwarts along side his father.

"Yeah," Sirius said as he grinned at his godson.

"No way," Mrs. Tonks said, "that is absolutely out of the question."

"Come on I will go in disguise as that Yanky, and his profile is already established."

"No," Andromeda said more firmly this time. "There is still the chance someone might see through it."

"Come on," Sirius said as he waved off her concern, "you worry too much cousin. Live a little, be more free, you will thank me later."

"No, my decision stand!"

"Alright," Sirius said, and for a moment Harry thought he would listen to reason, but come on this is Sirius we are talking about. "Let's put it to a vote then. Tonks, do you want to come with," he blatantly bribed.

"Sure," Tonks replied through a mouthful of food. Then swallowing she added, "Do you know I used to play as Beater for my House!"

"Really?" Harry asked as he was already imagining her flying about in some skimpy dress as she fought valiantly against a bludger, but the ball just kept on tearing off more and more of her clothing.

"Yep," Tonks answered, "but I quite since I had my NEWTS coming up then that was it."

"What about you, Lupin?" Sirius asked.

All that Remus gave in answer was "100,000 Galleons."

"Well that is two votes," Sirius said, "what about you, Harry?"

Looking at Mrs. Tonks who had a disapproving look on her face, Harry gulp at what his answer was going to be. "Y- yes..."

"There we go," Sirius said, "three to one. It seems like I will be going after all."

Sighing, Mrs. Tonks just shook her head and said nothing.

"Sorry, Aunt Dromeda," Harry whispered.

"It's alright, deary," the older witch replied as he messed around with his hair. "When your godfather gets thrown back in Azkaban. He has no one to blame but himself."

"Yeah, yeah," Sirius said, seeming to not care any less. "Now," he said as he turned to face Harry, "We got important things to do today, before we head to the World Cup tomorrow."

"Like what?' Harry asked, he knew his schedule down to the heart and barely left the house to do anything, so he wondered what awaited him today.

Flicking him on the forehead, Sirius replied like it was the most obvious thing, "Well dah, we need to visit all your properties and have a closer look at them."

"Oh, that," Harry replied with false foreknowledge.

"You called for me, your Majesty," a man dressed in a fine, elegant suit bowed his head.

"Yes, I did Albert," a woman reaching into her elderly years who looked kindly yet stern at the same time responded. She was the reigning monarch of Great Britain, Queen Elizabeth II.

"Walk with me would you," she said as she stepped through a warm, pleasant garden.

"You are my close confidant when it comes to all things magical are you not Albert."

"Yes, your Majesty, what is it that you need of assistance in the magical world?"

"You heard what happen to the next Earl of Powys in the newspaper, did you not?"

"Yes, it was a most shocking revelation indeed," the man replied, but from his blank expression, you wouldn't even know it. "And if you are wondering, my counterpart will not know about it since they do not keep track of what goes on the normal world."

"Yes, if I recall correctly he is some sort of hero in the magical world."

"Yes, your Majesty, he is the one who some how defeated the Dark Lord when he was only a year and a half."

"Mhm. Well, that brings me to my request. I would like you to bring young Potter here."

"If I may ask, what for your Majesty?"

"Important thing, very important things, Albert."

Chapter 22: Surveying Properties

"Alright, first stop, Potter Manor, choo choo," Sirius called out as they stepped out of 12 Grimmauld Place. "Here," Sirius said as he held out his hand for him to grab onto.

"That is a whole lot of distance to cover," Harry commented as he did as bidded. "Are you sure it is not better to take a Portkey?"

"Don't worry," Sirius said as he waved off his worry. "It would be easy, peasy for me to cover that distance."

Nodding his head, Harry made no comment but to hold on tighter. In his mind of mind, he knew Sirius could make the jump since he was obviously an Elite wizard.

From all the reading he has been doing, he found out that wizarding-kind does have some semblance of order and hierarchy. It is a very loose system that has stood the test of time for millenniums.

This is a system that takes into consideration multiple things from magic power, skills, expertise, knowledge, experience, and a whole lot of other things.

At the lowest of the ranking are Apprentices this is basically the level that Hogwarts students are all mostly at. Apprentices are budding wizards and witches who are still learning the many arts of magic.

Then there is Journeyman, this is the level of most adult wizards and witches are at, a few very skilled Hogwarts students in their 6th or 7th year may be at this level as well. Journeymen are people with a common understanding of magic, they can get by with what they know, bandstand far above the common man.

Next are Adepts these are people who are pretty skilled at their line of work. These can be anything from hit wizards, Aurors who have gone through strict training, or just talented people in their field

Following them are Experts who are wizards and witches with a very comprehensive understanding of magic. These can be Unspeakables who care out god knows what in the Department of Mysteries or top specialists and pros.

After that, there is Elites the crème de la crème, the top dogs of the magical world just like Sirius. These are people with a very keen understanding of magic, they have overwhelming power, and extensive knowledge and skill.

Then there are the Masters, these are people who are true authoritative figures in their respected field and grasp a very profound understanding of magic. Surprisingly Harry found out in his readings that Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall, and a former Professor named Slughorn are among the ranks of Masters.

Next are Sorcerers, these men and woman are illustrious folks who formidable forces to be reckoned with. Only a handful of them appear each generation standing at the zenith of pure might and awesomeness. Among their ranks are people like Dumbledore and Voldermort.

Finally, there are Warlocks, legends among legends, myths to never be forgotten, monuments that stand the test of time, people who go down in history as Supreme practitioners. These are people like Merlin who are known far and wide, by both muggles and wizarding-kind.

Anyways back to the topic at hand, people like Sirius who are Elite wizards and witches are able to Apparate anywhere in all over Great Britain with their large reserves of magic. Journeymen might be limited to a city, Experts could be limited to an area the size of Ireland, while Masters could Apparate anywhere in al of Northwestern Europe.

Sorcerers could be limited to only Europe and Warlocks could have all the world as their playground.

"Its best to close your eyes," Sirius advised as they disappeared with a slight pop.

Then all of a sudden they appeared far, far away in a wide-open plain and from the distance, he could make out a castle far off into the distance. The castle rested upon the foot of an enormous mountain which reached high into the sky and from the tippy top he could see snow covering it.

The castle had over a dozen long white and blue pristine towers, shimmering walls surrounding it from all sides, and even a moat with rapid flowing water was located around it.

Beyond the castle gates and moat was an orchard with neat, perfect rows of trees laid out in endless lines. He could see tiny creatures at work in the place.

It was like a picture from a fairytale where a price charming resided or even a kind, powerful king.

However, Harry did not have time to pay attention to the wonderful scene since he dropped to his knees and retched his breakfast al over the ground.

Sirius said nothing, but just patiently waited as he finished up his vomiting.

"Ahh," Harry moaned as he spat on to the floor to get the taste of vomit out of his mouth.

"Here," Sirius called out as he made a silent gesture and a orb of clear blue water appeared before him.

Harry made no comment about the wandless magic preformed right before his eyes, but just simply used the water to rinse his mouth and clean his face.

"I so hate Apparition," Harry muttered as he got up from the ground. NOw that he really thought about it, he hated all forms of wizarding travel. There was just something about them all and his stomach not agreeing

"Don't worry," Sirius said as he helped him dust off, "You will get used to it over time."

"I doubt the day would ever come," Harry groused as he started to travel down the soft sloping hill.

Turning around he saw that Sirus wasn't coming after him, so he walked up the hill and asked, "What's wrong? Let's go."

"I can't," Sirius answered with a shake of his head. "There is a barrier in place that doesn't allow me to enter," he added as he tapped on the air right before him and Harry was surprised to hear a glass noise echo around the area.

"What do we do then?" Harry asked.

"I can't do anything," Sirius replied, "only you can."

Giving the old trickster the stink eye, Harry voiced in a slightly annoyed tone, "Can you please stop acting so mysterious, it is really not working for you. Just tell me what I have to do."

"Kids nowadays," Sirius sighed, "no patience at all."

"Old people," Harry muttered, but still loud enough for to be heard "they go senile by the day."

"Oh, why you little," Sirius growled playfully. However he could not pass the barrier just as he said, and Harry got a good laugh at his expense.

"Alright, listen up," Sirius said, "you are the master of the castle so you can let in people as you wish."

"Okay," Harry said, "so how do I go about doing that."

"Repeat after me," Sirius said.

Nodding his head to show he was paying attention, Sirius began with, "I,"

"I," Harry repeated.

"Harry James Potter."

"As Master of this House and Family.

"Do allow Sirius Black,

"Into my home."

"So mote it be!"

Suddenly there was a flash and without a word, Sirius stepped through the barrier and into the castle's ground. "Ahh," Sirius said as he took a deep gulp of fresh air, "it is so good to be back here again."

"You stayed here with my father and his parents right?" Harry asked as he briefly recalled Sirius mentioning the time he ran away from home.

"Yep," Sirius said with a happy smile, "it was the best two years of my life."

"So how was it like here?" Harry asked as glanced over at the older wizard while they came closer and closer to the orchards.

"Ahh, it was mighty fun," Sirius replied as he got a far off look in his eyes.

Shaking his head, Harry knew he wouldn't be getting any real answers from his godfather, whenever he gets like that he either clamps up or goes off into his own little world.

Harry knew he couldn't blame the man since he basically lost everything during the war, whether that be his freedom, his best friends, his fiance, and so much more. All he had at this point where memories of much better times.

Sighing he turned his sight to the orchards now coming up ahead, seeing one of the figures he saw from the hill, Harry called out, "Hey," in greeting.

He really wasn't sure what kind of magical being it was, but it stood at 2 feet tall with pointy ears, brightly colored attire that appeared to be made of plants or leaves, and it wore a belt lined with many pouches and tools.

As soon as the creature saw Harry lumbering over to it, it shouted in alarm to all its brethren and dropped its tool then ran away in a speed far beguiling its stature.

"What? Hey, wait, I am not trying to hurt. I just wanted to take to you." Harry called out to the creatures back as it disappeared into the orchard trees.

Now that he had a better look around, all the creatures he saw from the hill disappeared and fled to all corners.

"Sirius?" Harry inquired, "what were those creatures?"

"They were Brownies," he answered, "they are a shy race, and very friendly and peaceful once you get to know them. They are most prized because of their green thumbs any piece of land you give to them will flourish under their hands. Also, they are very handy repairman that could fix nearly anything and can work with leather, metal, and especially wood."

"I thought..." Harry said as he tried to form the words, but felt very confused as he gazed at the plantation grove. Then forming the nerve he spilled out all at once, "My family did not keep any slaves of magical beings?"

"Oh no, no, no, they are not slaves. To make matters short your great-great-great-great-grandfather Edmund Potter gave this small tribe sanctuary when their burrow was taken over by a Dragon. To repay him they decided to cultivate the land for him. So for many generations the pact stayed."

"Oh," Harry simply said as his cheeks brightened a bit.

Not noticing his embarrassment or just giving him the decency to ignore it, Sirius picked up one of the fruits from the tree and tossed it to him. "They grow the best magical fruits and vegetables. YOu should try that, it is a Golden Apple, heals all wounds and adds a few years to your life."

"It adds a few years to your life?" Harry repeated after him as he looked down at the golden apple which was aptly named because of its shiny golden color. Still, he could not believe the words that just came out of his godfather's mouth. An apple that extends your longevity, he recalled the legend of Idun and her Golden Apples of the gods.

It had to be bullshit he thought, but why would Sirius lie to him. Yet at the same time, it was so magical. At that thought, Harry remembered which world he was in, the wizarding world, not the muggle world. Of course, there was a fucking apple that extends your longevity.

Shaking his head, Harry was about to take a bite from the apple until he heard a shout.

"Drop that right now you thief, or else things will get bloody awful for you."

Turning to the speaker Harry saw a much more mature female Brownie who looked to be in her late fifties come up to them with a frying pan in her hand. Coming out of the orchard trees were also more Brownies to back her up and they all held different kinds of tools and utensils in hand.

Already from their stance and their inadequate weapons and armor, he could tell they were not a martial race, but they looked ready to die to defend this land.

"Mal Mal, Mal," Sirius called out as he walked towards the woman with open hands. "Did you already forget about poor old me?"

Turning to look up at him with her mean, hardened expression it went from confusion, to doubt, and finally full-on recognition. "Sirius?" the Brownie asked unsure of herself.

"Yep, it is me in the flesh," he answered in a barking laugh.

"It really is you, is it. I heard..."

"It is not true," Sirius quickly pronounced.

"I know it is not true," the woman said as she lightly tapped him with the pan in his foot. "I knew the boy who used to ran around these orchards, and he would never betray a dear friend."

"Thanks," Sirius said as he looked like he really needed that. "Oh, yeah," he said as he turned around and gestured to Harry, "You should meet someone."

Walked up to Sirius and the gather Brownies, his godfather pushed him forwards and presented him. "Harry, meet Mal the Matriarch of the Greenhill tribe. Mal meet Harry Potter, my godson and new Lord of house Potter."

"Potter? Potter! Potter," the name echoed in the group as they all gazed up at him with fixed eyes.

"I will be damned," the woman said as he saw a tear in the corner of her eye.

"Ahh... Hi," Harry greeted with a weak grin. "Here is your apple back," he said as he prested her the fruit, "you should know it was all Sirius's idea," he quickly blamed the older man.

Laughing uproariously the woman nearly bent over in fits of laughter, and was only able to get out, "You are the owner of this orchard, you could do as you damn please!"

"Well that doesn't mean I should," Harry remarked.

"Ah, you are right," the Matriarch said as she collected herself. "It is very good to see you, Master Potter. I remember when you were just a wee little baby all bundled up in your mother's hand. Now," she said as she turned more serious, "there is much we need to discuss. Nothing has been exported for over a decade, and as best as we tried to preserve everything some goods have started to rot and spoil. We really need to start operation back up now that you are here. "

"Why don't we discuss this another time?" Sirius asked, "right now we are here to just see the castle."

"Yea," Harry said with a nod, "why don't you start organizing everything that needs to be shipped out, and I guess I just can sign off on it."

Nodding her head in answer, the older brownie said, "We will get to it, see you later Master Potter."

With that, Harry and Sirius walked the brownies goodbye and started to make their trek towards the castle. As they did, Sirius introduced him to all the fruits and vegetables that the orchard gave bear to. By introduction, he meant the older wizard pilling all the plants on to him to try.

Just as they were nearing the castle and Sirius pilled another fruit into his arms, Harry saw something flitter at the edge of his sight.

"Hey, Sirius, do you know what's flattering about. I swear that is the fourth time I noticed it today."

"Oh, you are talking about the Golden Snidgets?" Sirius replied. "Yea, they live here in the orchand and eat all the insects and pollinate the trees."

Watching as another Golden Snidget zip by, Harry's Quidditch reflects kicked in and in a blink of an eye, he reached out and caught the creature. Turning it in his hands, he got a good view of the small magical beast.

The Snidget was completely round, fat, and covered in golden feathers. It had bright red eyes, a long thin beak, three tiny feathers on its head forming a crown, and a whisker thin tail. It kind of reminded him of a fat, golden hummingbird. But beyond that, it also held a shining elegance. Plus there was denying that is was hella cute.

"You sure as hell got quick reflects like your dad," Sirius commented with a whistle. "Fun fact," he said while Harry turned the bird around in his grasp. It was strangely very still like it was awaiting its faith, "these creatures are some times called the Fortune Bird. It is highly prized above all because of its golden feathers."

"Why?" Harry asked as he let the bird go to which it darted away in a zip.

"Well, not only are they the key ingredients to the Felix Felicis, but it is said if you catch one it will bring you luck."

"I just caught one and... I really do not feel any different."

"That is exactly it, the myth is false, nevertheless these creatures were driven to near extinction because of that rumor. That is why it is here in the Potter land and a few handfuls of other places can you find them."

"Dang," Harry said as they finally came out of the orchand field and walked into the clearing beyond the castle. Harry had to say the castle looked a lot more imposing from the faraway view on the hill.

From very up close it looked like it was ready to devour you and could stand the attack of any army.

Just then as they were nearing the moat and closed bridge, Harry heard a loud, thunderous trill cry.

Turning to look up at the sky, Harry nearly shit his pants at the thing that passed far above in the clouds.

Chapter 23: Potter Manor

"Dang," Harry said as they finally came out of the orchard field and walked into the clearing beyond the castle. Harry had to say the castle looked a lot more imposing from the faraway view on the hill.

"Sirius," Harry asked, "there is something I wanted to talk to you about."

"What is it?"

"Well it is about the ritual when we removed the Horcrux from my scar," Harry replied as he toyed with his fingers in nervousness. Harry knew he needed professional advice because as much as he wanted to hide his deep, dark secret about the memories he gained that had belonged to Voldermort.

This was something way out of his field. You just don't have an evil, dark lord's memories saved and back filed in your head. There were just too many waking moments he spent thinking about what to do with it.

The only person he could really go to was Sirius. Not only is he a powerful wizard, but he always has his back and cares about what's best for him. If there is anyone he could trust with this, it would be him.

"What's wrong?" Sirius asked, his voice tinged with a hint of worry.

"Nothing," Harry answered with a shake of his head, "It is just that I have Voldermort's memories saved inside of my brain." he uttered in one quick breath.

Pausing, Sirius gazed down at him and slowly asked, "Could you repeat that again?"

"Come on," Harry said with a sigh, "you heard me, I have all of Voldermort's memories."

"Mhm, you telling me this is a good sign," he mused out loud, "I guess it shows that he hadn't taken over your mind."

"Is that all you have to say?" Harry shouted. "Just so you know, I could now know how to raise the dead, summon demons, create devil contracts, do evil blood rituals, and so much more bad fucking shit."

"So," Sirius said with a shrug.

"So?" Harry repeated, not believing what he was hearing. When Harry dove into those filthy memories he quickly recoiled at all the horror and evil) that he bore witness to. Voldermort was an evil wizard through and through, he deserved to die no questions asked. But Harry was tainted as well, since he had carried all of it with him

"Yes, so what," Sirius said, "are you acting on those memories? Are you raising the dead, summoning demons, or doing blood rituals?"

"No," Harry answered, "but..."

"No buts," Sirius said with a shake of his head, "people might define magic as light and dark, however there is no such thing as that. Magic just is. It is only the intention behind the practitioner that makes magic good and bad. I'm glad you have his memories..."

"You're what?"

"Yes, you heard me," Sirius said, " I'm glad that you have that wanker's memories and knowledge. It finally gives you a fighting chance against him. I might be a fucking awesome wizard, but let's be honest I will be squashed like a bug if I ever fight him. We also know that the old fucker has some hidden intentions, so we cannot count on him to fight our battles for us."

"So you're telling me I should use those memories to my benefit?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"Hell yeah," Sirius replied as he smacked Harry playfully on the back. "Anyways it can't be all evil stuff, right? There has to be some good nuggets of knowledge right?"

"Yea," Harry responded as he suddenly flushed a bit pink in his cheeks.

Sirius must have picked up on it because all of the sudden his smile widened and he conspiratorially whispered, "oh, there must be some really good stuff you have found. Are you going to share with your old man."

"Hell no," Harry quickly replied as he clamped his mouth shut.

Just then as they were nearing the moat with the drawbridge closed. Harry heard a loud, thunderous trill cry from up high in the sky.

Turning his head to look up in to the sky he saw what made that noise, once he did Harry nearly shat himself as a thing passed far ahead through the gaps in the clouds

It was a monstrous thing! The size of a small Boeing airline, each flap of its mighty feathered wings sent billowing gusts of wind swirling down below. Its head resembled that of a noble eagle with prominent feathered ears and it wore a golden roman legionary helmet. On it's front feet were sharp gleaming talons equipped with forearm armor and pointed metallic talon extensions.

It had luscious golden plumes on its chest and it wore a breastplate with the house crest of his family- which was made up of shades of black, red, and grey with the coat of arms being that of two griffins, a patch of red roses, and an elegant sword with wings reaching out from the back.

The creature's lower portion was that of a mighty lion with powerful, muscled hind legs of a lion and its twirling tail. Its sharp eyes were deep pools of gleaming molten gold which stared fixedly at Harry, and Harry alone.

Crying out again, the colossal creature banked towards his direction and for a brief moment Harry thought of just running and fleeing to the hills while screaming at the top of his lungs like a little girl. But for some god damn reason, he couldn't move his feet. All he could do was stare gobsmacked as the creature landed right before him creating a small earthquake.

The eagle/lion beast still gazed at him with those noble, majestic eyes and then suddenly the etiquette that Hagrid taught him last year when he brought in a Hippogriff kicked in. Getting the nerve to finally walk up to the creature, Harry bowed to it from the waist while keeping his eyes staring fixedly at it.

The creature gazed at him as if weighing his worth, then finally returned his bow as it lowered its majestic regal head and spread its mighty wings wide until it blocked out the whole sky. Getting up at the same time, Harry inched forward with his hand outstretched and the noble creature reached out towards him until his hand was resting on its cool, golden beak which had on armor.

Harry was surprised when he heard a soft rumbling purr from the beast as its tail wagged swished from side to side creating a mighty gust of wind that nearly sent him off his feet. Once he saw the creature's reaction all of Harry's muscles relaxed and a soft small smile split his face and he slowly rested his head against the creatures beak.

Finally after long moments of Harry chirping pleasantly to the creature and it crooning back at him, it finally broke away from him. Trilling to him as it spread its wings wide, Harry could somehow understand it was saying to him, "see you later, human."

With that it lifted up into the air and took to the sky, Harry watched as it disappeared into the mountain set behind the castle and all that was left in its wake was a single golden feather the size of his forearm that slowly drifted to the ground. Plucking it from the air, Harry spun it around in his fingers, as he longingly gazed up at the mountain.

He could say that in those short few minutes him and that creature made a connection , one that echoed in his bloodline.

"Isn't it a beauty?" Sirius asked as he somehow silently came over while he was staring up at the mountain.

"Yeah," Harry answered breathlessly, there was no denying the true majesty of the creature. Collecting himself, Harry turned to face his old man and asked, "What is it anyway?"

"What? Didn't I tell you that your family rears Griffins!"

"Very funny," Harry said in a sarcastic tone. "I know what a Griffin is and that... that was no Griffin at all. For fuck sakes, it looks like it can go toe to toe with the most powerful of ancient Dragons. That it can eat griffins for breakfast, give that thousand-year-old basilisk I fought a run for its money and squash a human underfoot like an ant!"

"Okay, okay, I get the similes," Sirius said as he waved his hand for him to calm down. "Oh," he added as if it was an afterthought, "language, please."

Rolling his eyes, Harry knew if he got a pound for every time that Sirius used some very creative words he would be an even more incredibly rich man. Still he did not back mouth him since he knew that he was trying his best at this parenting thing.

"Alright be straight with me, what was that? I won't deny that it kind of similar to a Griffin, but it is just too fuk-... too big."

"Well," Sirius said, "I wasn't lying to you when I said it was from the same breed as a Griffin. To be more exact it's a Royal Gryphon. The most powerful kind of magical beast that the Potter Family breeds."

"A Royal Gryphon," Harry repeated as if tasting the word. "How come I've never heard about it?" Harry asked.

"Have you ever heard about a Kirin, or a White Tiger, maybe a Quetzalcoatl, what about a Naga?"

"Well no..." Harry slowly answered as he tried to keep up with all the magical beasts that Sirius had listed out.

"Exactly," the older wizard said, "there is a big, wide world out there and you won't find everything inside a book. Only when you go out there and explore it, will you ever see all its wonders."

"Dang," Harry had to say, "that is deep. Though if you told Hermione- if you are going for book version that you can't find everything inside a book, she might break down."

But Sirius had to ruin it as he puffed himself up and replied, "I know, its just who I am. A wise, savvy, and handsome man."

Shaking his head sadly, Harry decided it was best to change up the topic, "So what kind of creatures does your family rear?"

"Dogs," Sirius answered, "lots and lots of dogs. We have Blink Dogs, Hell Hounds, Death Dogs, Shadow Mastiff, and Cerberus."

"Cerberus?" Harry repeated as he thought back to Fluffy. Although he had later found out that he was just like his namesake a fluffy furball. He still remembered well just how monstrously big he was, with those sharp gleaming teeth, those giant paws that can could crush you, and those three huge heads.

"Yeah," Sirius said with a nod, "they are our secret weapons, like your family's Royal Gryphons."

Whistling out loud, Harry indicated with his head towards the closed off bridge, and asked, "Anyways how are we going to get in?"

"Oh, that?" Sirius asked, "just wave your hand toward it, and it shall respond, and magically open for you."

"Really, is that it?" Harry asked as he half-heartedly did as told. Then when it actually worked, Harry's jaws nearly dropped to the floor while the bridge slowly lowered until the way was clear.

Patting him on the back, Sirius headed into the castle. He he uttered, "That is why you never doubt your awesome godfather."

"But how?" Harry asked as he quickly tried to catch up to the older wizard. He knew it was magic, but at some point, he would really love to know how it all worked.

"Remember how I said you are the Master of the Castle. Well, I meant that in the literal sense, you can control everything that goes on in this land, and lowering the bridge is a very easy matter for you."

"So what else can I do as Master of the Castle?"

"Mhm with enough magic backing you up, you can rain down spellfire, create thunderstorms, levitate the castle, make labyrinths inside the castle, and even teleport it as well."

"Wow," Harry simply uttered as he had no words to describe his amazement.

"Yep," Sirius said with a nod as they passed through the portcullis, "and it isn't far from imagination since this castle sits on a leyline."

"What's a leyline?" Harry asked as he did not get to (had not covered) that subject in his readings.

"Mhm," Sirius said as he thought about the proper answer to give. "What's those wirey poles that the muggles have everywhere?"

"Are you talking about an Telegraph Poles?"

"Yes, that it," Sirius said as he clapped his hands together. "Well leylines are exactly like that, they are conduits of magical energies that run all across the world. Once you tap into them, you have access to a butt load of magic."

"Got to say, you learn something new every day," Harry stated. "Anyhow," Harry said as they walked into the castle's courtyard. He had to appreciate, just how lovely a sight it was with a small grassy place right smack dab in the middle with freshly cut trees sculptures, a fountain spewing out water, and a gravel road surrounding it for cars to drive and park. He also had a good view of the white and blue walls encompassing the courtyard with flags posted high above, the gargoyle statues.

"Is it safe to be here? I thought you said my grandparents passed away here from the Dragon Pox."

"The castle has already been cleansed Master, so there is no need to fret."

Nearly jumping out of his skin when he heard the crisp, clean voice Harry looked around for the speaker until whoever it was that addressed him, uttered. "Down here, Master Potter."

Glancing down to his feet, he saw a house-elf . It wasn't one of the filthy mistreated house-elves that he got used to seeing, but one dressed in a mini butler suit. It had white, pristine gloves, a black bow tie, sharp stern features, and a well manner attitude around him.

"Oh, sorry," Harry said, as he held out his hand to greet the tiny creature, "I did not see you there. I guess you already know but I am Harry Potter."

Being a little put off with the break in decorum, the house-elf still shook his head and answered back. "It is perfectly alright, Sir. I am Tobry, the chamberlain of the family. The house-elves that you sent ahead told me about your imminent arrival. I have completed the task of preparing the master suite, plus I have laid out the Lordly duties that have been neglected for too long."

"Well meet, Tobry," Harry replied with a weak grin. Feeling like sighing, Harry just wanted to hide under a rock. Why is it that everyone wants a piece of his time, this Lordly business is far more than he had signed up for.

Once again coming to his rescue, Sirius shouted, "Tobry you old dog how are you even alive?"

"The castle's magic sufficed," the house-elf answered, "and I still see that you still the same Master Black."

"Ahhh, come on I know that you missed me."

"If you are speaking about your obnoxious behavior, then no."

"Come on, it must have been very lonely all by yourself in the castle."

Ignoring him, the house-elf turned to look up at him and asked, "Would you like a tour, Master Potter. I am sure you do not remember much of the first time you were here."

"Yea, sure," Harry said, he would love to see his ancestral home, the place his father grow up, and his father, his father, all the way to the first Potter that built this place.

"Well," Sirius called out, 'I am going to remind you why I was always your favorite, Tobry."

"Please don't," the house-elf said as he made his way to the large elegant front door with Harry at his heels, "and you weren't even my favorite by a long shot."

"Ah, you are just saying that because you are shy."

"No I am not," the house-elf shouted back as both he and Harry disappeared into the great, big doors.

"This here is Lucius Potter — the founder of House Potter," Tobry presented. Right now they were in the family portrait room where all Potters big or small had their pictures hanging on the wall. If there was one word to describe the castle it would be ridiculously big ,there had to be spatial warping magic placed here just like the Black family home since it was much bigger in the inside than the outside.

However besides the size and the pure wealth displayed, he had to remark that it was also very homely. Unlike the Black Family home which was a cold, dreary place that put class above all else, this place looked lived in.

The portrait of Lucius Potter, his many times over great grandfather, that Tobry was showing him was a tall, slender man with steely grey eyes and a mop of messy black hair. He looked to be dressed in roman legionary armor with a Gladius at his hip and a griffin stamped on his breastplate.

"Greetings, boy," the man in the portrait said with a nod.

"Hello ancestor," Harry addressed the stern looking man, he wasn't even going to try and call him so many times great-grandfathers. If he did they would be here all day.

"This is Elizabeth Potter — Headmistress of Hogwarts."

"Hello," Harry greeted her with an incline of his head. The woman was in her late thirties, dressed in a fine gown, with black straight hair, green eyes, and a kindly smile on her face.

"Hello to you, young one," the woman answered back.

"This is John Potter — the creator of the Golden Snitch," one the wall was a man dressed in old quidditch equipment, who had a daring look in his eyes, and a mop of black messy hair.

"This is Abraham Potter — one of the first original Aurors," looking down at him was a tall, burly man, who looked to be all brawn and no brain. That is why Harry wasn't surprised when he heard a loud booming laugh come from the portrait.

"Hahaha, we have another little Potter in the house."

"Greeting ancestor," Harry addressed the man.

"You look too weak and scrawny, boy, eat more meat if you want to a strong like me," with that, his ancestor started posing.

"Moving on," Tobry said, being polite enough to not shake his head to his master. "This here is John Potter, he was a second-born son that went to the Americas during the colonial period and founded a branch family there."

"This here is Marcus Potter, we do not usually speak of him."

"Why?" Harry asked as he looked at the dark-haired man with the same emerald-colored eyes at him, all he did was just grin down at him.

"He was a Dark Lord," Tobry simply replied then moved on to another ancestral Potter.

Giving the man one more look, Harry followed behind him without a word.

Moving on and on, Tobry introduced him to more and more Potters throughout the ages. Some were great men and woman, others were more down to earth until finally at long last they reached his great-grandfather. "This is Henry Potter, the person your parents named you after."

Turning to look at a man dressed in a fine suit with an overcoat on top and a cane in hand, Harry inclined his head and greeted, "Hello, great grandfather."

"He was the 134th Ministry of Magic," Tobry uttered in a tone filled with pure worship. The man nodded his head stiffly to Harry and simply uttered, "You have a lot resting on your shoulders."

Moving to the next portrait, which was of his grandparents that he heard so much about, Harry gazed up to see two couples.

Chapter 24: The Roost Pt. 1

Moving to the next portrait, which was of his grandparents that he had heard so much about, Harry gazed up to see the two couples.

On the right stood a handsome man dressed in a fine suit with an ascot tie and a golden watch that came with it. His face highlighted by the same emerald-colored eyes as him, and a distinctive goatee. He looked like a lot far more modern man than his forefathers who were stuck in the middle ages or Victorian time period. Harry finally knew where he got his good looks from, the man was a fine specimen just like him.

Next to him was a woman that shared a lot of similar features to Sirius; black flowing hair, grey eyes, high cheekbones, and a surprisingly happy smile on her face.

"Ohhh, would you look at that, Charlus, our grandson," the woman joyfully cried out. Harry had to point out, she was just like Sirius and Tonks — people far, far too dissimilar to all the Blacks he had met and heard about.

"I can see that dear," the man said with a wry grin, then turning to look at him he smiled down and addressed Harry. "It's good to see you again, grandson. Ah, I remember the day that your mother and father brought you here like it was just yesterday."

"It was yesterday, you handsome oaf," the woman... his grandmother uttered. "Remember we got our portraits done and a piece of our soul places inside of it."

"Ah, look at me and my poor failing memories," the man self deprecatingly mocking himself.

Shaking her head his grandmother pinched his grandfather's cheek and reassured him, "it is alright, you are my handsome oaf."

Feeling a bit awkward about his grandparents acting all lovey dovey before him, Harry still couldn't turn his gaze away since he was happy for them That was the kind of relationships he wanted in the future.

Noticing his slight blush, his grandmother remarked, "Oh, stop it, you are embarrassing our grandson."

"Its alright dear, my boy must have already experienced a few things out at Hogwarts. You know how we were," he whispered near the end.

"You do know I am only fourteen right?" Harry asked.

"Unlike muggles, we wizarding-kind mature much faster and hit puberty at a much earlier age than muggle children."

His grandfather was right, wizards and witches grow up much faster than regular non-magical children. For Harry, it did not show much since he was underfed and mistreated for all of his life by the Dursleys but still at just eight years old he started to grow hair down there and start growing erections at the same time as well.

Already Harry looked like he was about sixteen years old when he was actually just fourteen. That is why the boys in his year were all gangly and awkward and the girls were growing in places that immediately drew the eyes. It was because they are were turning into young adults. Unlike muggle children like such as Dudley who still had some baby fat and looked very immature.

A wizard's development is a very fascinating topic Harry found about during his reading, and it showed how very much different they were to regular peoples. Harry imagined it was the magic at work, since things did not end there. Once one of his kind hit adulthood at age seventeen, they stop aging at that point for years and years on end, then slowly begin to age up aging after a long period.

For example, Sirius who Harry was sure was in his late thirties or even early forties if he was to judge by comparison to his parents' age, if they were alive.

However, the man looked like he was in his late twenties, living the dream life and everything.

And finally what caught his attention the most was the longevity of a wizard, it was thanks to this fact that it became clear why wizarding-kind thought of themselves as the superior race, compared to muggles. Wizards get to live for twice the amount that the regular man does— that is almost two hundred years. Plus we can even further increase that with rituals, rare potions, legendary magical herbs and plants just like the Golden Apple he ate.

So not only does wizarding kind mature much faster during our adolescence, but they also age slowly during early adulthood, and live much longer than the common man. All around, in every aspect its good to be a wizard.

"Ow, stop," his grandmother said as she playfully smacked his grandfather's elbow, then turning to face him she conspiratorially whispered towards him like a gossip monger. "Tell your old grandmother, did you find the one?"

"I am not sure," Harry honestly answered as his mind drifted towards Tonks. Although they had slept together, he wasn't sure where they stood and if he would be happy with only her.

"Mm, mm," his grandfather said as he nodded his head sagely, "I see that you are having womanly woes."

"I guess so."

"Well, my advice to you is to wing it till you make it," his grandfather said as he stuck a thumb out. "You can never understand a women's heart, they are strange mysterious creatures completely separate from us men. So don't even try to."

"Is that what you think dear?' his grandmother asked in a very dangerous tone.

"Ahh," his grandfather replied as sweat poured down his forehead. Deciding to come to his rescue, Harry cut in with, "Do you know where my parents' portrait is?"

Coming to a pause at his question, his grandparents shared a look with each other, and then his grandfather spoke up. There was none of the previous levity in his tone, but just sadness, "James and Lily never got a portrait done. They passed away before a piece of their souls could be put into it."

"Oh," Harry simply said. He did not know why, but a sudden wave of grief passed through him, it was like he had lost his parents for a second time. The only reason why he was truly interested in this place was a chance to meet his parents for the first time. But now...

"It's alright," Harry said as he put on a false smile on his face.

"Are you sure?" his grandmother asked as the worry was clearly evident on her face.

"Yes," Harry said with a vigorous nod of his head. Then deciding it would be best to change the topic he asked, "Do our Griffins live in the mountain?"

"Mmm, I see you want to visit The Roost," his grandfather uttered as recognition bloomed in his face.

"Yes," Harry replied with a nod of his head, "can I?" he asked.

"Of course you can, dear," his grandmother said with a nod. "Though be careful," his grandmother added, "some of the creatures living there might have gone stir crazy with no one visiting them in a while."

"Also," his grandfather butted in, "visit the Venerable Royal Gryphon, he lives at the very top of the mountain. It is a tradition that we Potters like to keep."

"Will do, grandfather," Harry said, this was exactly what he needed some time away and left along with his thoughts.

"Tobry," Harry called to the house-elf who stood back while he conversed with all the Potters of the past.

"Yes, Master Potter?" the chamberlain asked.

"Prepare some warm clothing for me, I will be going to The Roost."

"I heard you going to visit The Roost?" Sirius called out as he came to him at a passageway that led from the castle up to the mountain. In his hands was a steaming mug that Harry had no clue where he had got it from, and in his other was some baked treats.

Tobry was packing everything he would possibly need for the journey and put them into his magical spatial folding camping bag. Whether that be a toothbrush and paste, winter clothing, skis, foodstuff that would last him days on end, or climbing gear and robes. The house-elf was going above and beyond what was really necessary for a trip that would last him a few hours to a day at most.

"Yep," Harry slowly answered, "and it will..."

"Just be you," Sirius finished for him as he took a sip of his drink.

"Are you okay with it?" Harry asked in confusion.

"As much as I want to come with you," Sirius replied, "this is a journey that you need to undertake on your own."

Narrowing his eyes at him in suspicion, Harry quizzed, "Are you sure it isn't because you are lazy and don't want to trek up the mountain?"

"Come on," Sirius said in a hurt tone, "do I look that lazy and careless to do that?"

Giving him the look which said it all, Sirius waved his hands and said, "wait don't answer that. Just go already," he said as he turned around then mumbling under his breath he whispered, "I really should bring Buckbeak here to live with his own."

"Alright," Harry said as he slung the bag over his shoulder. "Wish me luck," he shouted as he headed on his way.

Rearranging the bag, Harry walked into the early afternoon light, it was a nice day with the sun shining down brightly and a pleasant breeze blowing about. Harry took in a deep puff of air as he smelled the flowers and took in the sights all around him.

Following the trail that must have been laid out by his ancestors, Harry looked ahead at the vast distance he had to cover. The mountain was a massive place with a plethora of creatures about from large mountain goats, bleating sheep, bounding deers, slow moving yak, sneaking foxes, and hopping rabbits.

To move things along Harry took out his wand from his holster and muttered a few Latin words under his breath and gestured with his wand. Suddenly he was encompassed with a slight green wind and instantly he felt the effects take hold.

In ten quick breaths, Harry covered the massive distance of 30 meters without breaking a sweat or exerting himself at all. The sudden swiftness he gained was all thanks to the new spell he learned over the summer. One called Haste, which boosted your speed and reflexes.

Thanks to the very useful spell the journey that would usually take a couple of days was now massively shortened. With it, Harry traveled up the mountain like a snow leopard at a speed that would beguile any man.

Just as Harry was about to take a short break and let a bit of his magic restore, Harry caught something out of the corner of his eye. Turning to look in that direction, Harry saw nothing but a massive boulder off to the side and grass patches.

Thinking of it as a trick of the eye, Harry was about to settle down until something bounded out from behind the boulder. With his training kicking in, Harry cast a powerful Protego around himself that could withstand a rocket launcher at point-blank range, then followed it up with a Baubillious that struck the creature in a pure white electric arc before it could even cross half the distance.

Not letting up he stunned it with a Stupefy then used an Incarcerous spell, silvery ropes appeared out of thin air and started to bind the creature.

Finally being able to catch a breath, Harry nearly did a double-take as he gazed at the bound creature and then at his own hands. At long last he realized he did this, he took down an enemy in less than 5 seconds and was still rearing to go.

It seem like all that hellish training Sirius put him through had paid off.

Walking over to whatever he had struck down with his wand raised and at the ready, plus his shield at full capacity, Harry looked down to see what it was.

Before he left Tobry had given him a brief overview of all the Griffin-kin that his family reared up here in this mountain. He was surprised to note that there were just too many fucking variants of Griffins. He wondered what the man upstairs was thinking when he created dozens upon dozens of different kinds of Griffins.

There was the classical kind of Griffins that everyone knew about, half lion, half eagle. Then there was the Minoan griffon, some strutting peacock-like Griffin. There were also the hieracosphinx which were basically Egyptian Griffins. Followed by Keythong, a very bloodthirsty and vicious kind of Griffin. Plus the Lion-griffin which was basically the reverse kind of Griffin.

And from there the list just kept going on. The creature at his feet was definitely a Griffin-kin. It had the head of an eagle with white feathers coving all the way to its chest, and it had the body of a lion with strong, powerful legs, sharp gleaming claws, and a bulky, muscled frame.

Yet what it was missing was the eagle wings that separated it from regular old Griffins.

Trying his best to recall what the creature was, a name appeared in his head.

Demigryph!

They were the favorite land mounts of his family and during their hay day they would use them for very powerful heavily-armored shock cavalry.

Just then his thoughts were interpreted by the creature as it uttered a low whine.

Letting his shield down Harry came to rest at the creature's massive head, "Oh, I am sorry buddy," he uttered as he let the ropes drop to the floor. "I was just surprised and didn't expect you to come right out of nowhere."

Not needing to cast any healing spell on the creature since all his lightning bolt spell did was ruffle some feathers. He just whispered sweet words of comfort and regret. If this magical beast was a regular animal it would have been suffering from cardiac arrest at the very least. Yet here it was perfectly alright with only hurt feelings and wounded pride. Just that alone proved how much more superior magical creatures where to the mundane ones.

Likely it was because he was a Potter and as Tobry had put it, we had a close bond to all the creatures that live in the mountain. So no harm would come to him from them. If he wasn't a Potter then this would have been a battle to the death, and he really wasn't sure who would come on top.

Getting up from the ground, the creature was still happy to see him as it wagged its tail and lulled its tongue at him. It kind of reminded him of a dog happy to see its master.

That is why Harry scratched the Demigryph head and neck, and uttered to it, "Who's a good boy, huh? who's a good boy?"

Crooning in answer the griffin like creature hopped around and Harry enjoyed petting it for a long while. But all good things must come to an end and Harry broke away from the Demigryph.

"Sorry boy, but I've got to be on my way. I have got a journey to complete which will see me to the top of the mountain." Not wanting to see the creature's heart break, Harry turned away with any more words, and started back on his trek.

However, the magical beast did not seem to want to break away from him as it followed him like a lost puppy. Spinning around to face the creature, Harry pronounced with a bit of firmness in his tone. "Down boy, I am sorry but you got to stay."

Whining as it gave him the puppy eyes and made itself look as small as passable, this time Harry's heart nearly broke. However, he knew what had to be done. As much as a hold his family has over all the Griffin-kin creatures that live in The Roost, their nature can never be broken down.

This place is no paradise, here you do not have peaceful and docile creatures, but ones that are both the kings of the sky and land. Only the strong remain supreme.

Griffin beasts battle it out to see who is the strongest.

As much as his family tries to ease it by placing easy game like goats, sheep, yaks, and other wildlife the Griffins still fight and kill each other. This might be a safe and easy journey for him, but the fluffball might attacked by other Griffin creatures.

Steeling himself, Harry commanded in a very severe tone, "Shoo, go away. I do not want to see you. Go!"

Hanging its head, the furball put its tails between its legs and did as its master commanded. Harry's heart nearly broke all over again as it turned its head ever so often and looked at him miserably. Keeping his tongue from spilling out apologies and not giving in to his base instinct and calling the creature back, Harry watched as it disappeared into the distance.

Sighing Harry spun on his feet and firmly carried on his way.

Every so often in his journey, Harry would see a white feathered head and brown-furred body jutting out of shadows. As much as the furball tried to act stealthily it was obvious from its massive size it wasn't built for it.

Sighing Harry knew there was nothing he could do about it, if he chased it, it would take time out of his journey. Plus there was actually catching it, even with haste applied to him, the furball was much faster than him.

Shaking his head, Harry just continued on his way. He was just thinking about calling the Demigryph over since it was so adamantly following him until a few shadows jumped out of the undergrowth.

Chapter 25: The Roost Pt. 2

Jumping out of the undergrowth where six beasts, they had the hook becks of a bird of prey, with tiny upturned tusks, horns jutting out of their heads, and prominent feathered ears. Their fur was a mix of yellow and brown spots, and with none of the wings of its other kin. Yet spins protrude all over their back like that of a porcupine, with the front feet of an eagle, and the back feet of a lion.

The creatures where as large as the biggest breed of dogs, the Great Dane, as they stood three-quarters the height of an average man. They didn't look the most friendly of lot as they growled and pranced before him ready to go on the attack.

Without any delay, Harry put up Protego spell around himself, he knew what these creatures were, they were the one kind of Griffin-kin that Tobry told him to avoid at all cost.

The Keythong.

Keythong were the most vicious and cruel of the Griffin like beasts that his family reared. They act as the attack dogs and scots of his house. Send them out to hunt down a wizard, and they would sniff him out and tear him from limb to limb.

However, the hold that his family has on them is very tentative at best. A creature's nature can never be changed no matter what sort of compulsion or bond you have with it.

Just as he was about to discipline the rabid creatures that bite the hand that feeds you, a white and light brown furball came reeling into the opening. Butting its head against the closest Keythong which stunned it, then smacking away the second Keythong that came to the defense of its packmate.

The furball stood menacingly before the remaining Keythong. It stood tall with its eyes narrowed into slits, its tail standing on end, and most importantly right before him at his defense.

Comparing the two creatures was like that of a massive lion and four scranny street cats. They yipped and pranced all they wanted to but they did not dare attack the Demigryph.

Finally, after a brief confrontation, the Keythong slowly back up dragging away their slightly dazed packmates. Once Harry was sure the vicious little pack of Keythong were gone, he came up to the Demigryph and scratched his neck and ear. "Ow, you did not have to do that buddy."

Chirping in answer as it leaned it head in for him to get the best spots, Harry whispered to him, "I am sorry, I shooed you away buddy. I just wanted you to be safe."

Whining as it gave him the puppy eyes, Harry begrudgingly added, "You can come with me if you want."

Wagging its tail like a dog, Harry softly chucked as nipped at him affectionately. He quickly had to dodge as that sharp beck was like that of a bear trap. Still, he comforted it with scratches especially behind its ears where it liked it.

"Alright let's go," Harry said as he led the way forward, however, he came to a stop when the big furball didn't follow him. Turning around, Harry looked at the magical beast in confusion and asked, "What wrong, buddy? Don't you want to come with me?"

Whimpering the Demigryph pointed down and he looked over in confusion at its front paws. Coming over he looked again at its powerful lion feet and asked, "Is there something wrong with your legs."

Nodding it head up and down, Harry held out his hands and instructed, "Alright, let me see."

Raising its powerful right foot which he noted it used to smack away the Keythong, it rested it on his palms and turned it around until he could see the sole of its feet.

Right away he spotted what was wrong as he saw two spins lodged into its paws. Taking a sharp intake of breath harry finally understood what was wrong. Keythong are very hard creatures to hurt physically since their spins cover most of their body. To get to it you will need to deal with its spins which are very painful and most importantly coated in very deadly poison as well.

"Alright buddy," Harry muttered, "don't worry I will take care of it." Unslinging his bag from his shoulders, Harry dug into it and pulled out a few flasks. At that moment he was very thankful towards Tobry who went beyond what was necessary as he packed everything imaginable including a few Antidote to Uncommon Poisons.

"Here you go boy," Harry said as he removed the stopper from the flask and held it out. "Drink it all," he commanded as the Demigryph protesting squawks at the foul tasting concoction. Unsure of how Demigryph physiology worked he shoved another antidote down its gullet.

"Now give me your paw again," Harry instructed which the hybrid creature did as told. "This is going to hurt for a moment, but bear with me." Looking at him with trusting eyes, Harry nodded his head and uttered on the count of three, 1, 2..."

Before even uttering three Harry pulled out the first spin and the Demigryph uttered a shrill cry of pain and betrayal. Ignoring it, Harry quickly followed his action up as he pulled out the second and final spin from the beast's paw.

This time there was only a brief echo of pain as Harry poured the last antidote on the wound and muttered a few words under his breath. Then before his very own eyes, the spell he cast took effect and the wounds slowly nit shut until only a tiny scar was left.

Letting the massive beast's paw drop to the ground, Harry turned to look up at the furball and asked. "Now how is your foot feel?"

Slowly trying out its foot, the big furball stared up at him in surprise once it felt no pain and started to bounding around in happiness. Even Harry was effect by the creature's jovial nature as he laughed out loud.

"Alright let go you big softly," Harry said.

Nudging its head against him, Demigryph pointed to its back and Harry slowly asked, "You want me to climb aboard?"

Nodding its head happily, Harry thought it over for a moment until he just said, "Screw it, let's go." Riding on the back of a Demigryph like the Potters of old would be too fucking awesome to pass up.

Anyways it would cut his journey in half if he took a ride on the back of the big, old furball. Even with Haste, the journey to the top of the mountain would take half a day without any interruptions on the road.

Climbing aboard, and grabbing on to its white-feathered neck, Harry didn't even have time to utter a "Yee-haw," as the furball took off up the mountain.

At long last Harry reached near the top of the mountain where the Royal Gryphon territory began at. Here snow-covered the whole of the area, with freezing winds billowing about, and it offered a really great view.

Looking back at where they come from Harry recalled all the sights and creatures he met along the way.

After healing the big furball's paw and their run-in with the Keythong pack, both Demigryph and wizard carried on their way. The first magical beast that they ran into was a Minoan griffon who was basking in the rays of the bright afternoon sun.

The sight of the creature perched on outcrop was a sight for sore eyes. The Minoan griffon was the most beautiful and stunning griffin-like creature that his family kept. These beasts were natives to the islands of Greece before one of his ancestors brought them here to the Roost.

They had leopard-like bodies with white fur, fringes of colorful feathers on their head and shoulders, plus they have the most amazing feathered wings of a myriad of colors.

Coming to a stop, Harry went over to greet the magnificent creature and it in turn bequeath him its most valuable feather, the crest feather.

Griffin feathers of all kinds cure many ailments. However, what makes a Minoan griffon's feather different is that they are used in all sorts of beauty products since they bring out a certain pop and they just don't hide age lines, scars, pimples, and other minor defects but make them go away permanently.

Now what makes a Minoan griffon's crest feather very special is that they are the key ingredients for the very rare beautification potions and love potions that work permanently.

Harry wasn't going to use it for a love potion since he just held a certain distaste for that kind of thing and had no idea why it wasn't already illegalized since it was basically mind control like the Imperius Curse. But if he was to give it to any woman out there for the very ultra-rare beautification potions then they would worship him like their idol.

Carefully pocketing the crest feather, Harry continued on his journey. As Harry was cresting a small rise on the back of the big furball they saw a small deer herd grazing on the patchy grass earth. Suddenly before the herbivores could turn their heads upward a shadow came swooping down.

Turning to look upwards at what ensnared the deep, Harry saw a creature much bigger than a horse but more to the size of a van with the front legs, wings, and head of a giant eagle and the body, hind legs, and tail of a horse. Instantly Harry knew what it was, a Hippogriff.

Being a lot more docile than their progenitor, the Griffins, they were the favorite steeds of most wizards. Plus they were the prized aerial mounts of his family as they are able to fly as fast as lightning and fetch a handsome price in any place.

Swiftly realizing that one of their own has been swiped the deers when wild and broke out into all directions looking for shelter. However, the lone Hippogriff didn't seem to be the end of their nightmares as more swooped down from the sky.

It was clear this was a flight in action.

Sitting back and watching as the Hippogriff tore into the small herd with plunging dives, slashes of their claws, stomps of their back foot, and piercing becks with their beaks. Before long those that couldn't escape were laid to waste and the Hippogriff settled down to have their fest.

Suddenly banking down was a massive Hippogriff the size of an RV truck. It flapped its massive wings a few times then settled down on a perch over its brethren. Sitting there dominant a Hippogriff came to it with a whole deer then set it before it and left.

It was obvious that this was the alpha of the flight.

Seeing no reason to stay any longer, Harry turned around and kicked the Demigryph to get it moving. With that, they were off once again.

It wasn't too long before Harry made another encounter for the day.

Coming up on a wide stretch of open meadows Harry heard a loud roar that echoes in the space. Coming to a stop, Harry looked around until he spotted what produced that noise. Near the shade of a tree was a pride of reverse griffin or better know as lion-griffins. A male lion-griffin sat at the center of the pride, yawning and acting lazily with female lion-griffins serving him.

They have the head and front legs of a lion with an eagle's hindlegs, wings, and feather tail. These were beasts that were brought from the middle east by his family.

If all Griffin-like creatures where very prideful then these magical beasts are the icing on the cake. They are very difficult to control especially the males, but they serve as good special units for his family's old army and diversify things up even more.

Hearing a low growl come from near, Harry turned around and saw two female lion-griffins the sizes of large warhorses prowling underneath. Looking suspiciously at him, Harry smiled at them hopped off the big furball's back who was looking at the two female lion-griffins carefully, and unslung his bag.

Taking out a slap of meat that Tobry prepared for him to feed to the Griffins living in the Roost, Harry offered it to the creatures. Sniffing it suspiciously, Harry laughed and uttered, "Don't worry there is nothing wrong with the meat, its actually prime meat as Tobry put it."

Stepping forward was the lion-griffin on the right who took a small bite. Suddenly eyes lighting up, the reverse-griffin clamored happily and nudged its other pride member. Taking a bite as well, the first lion-griffin took the meat into her mouth and seem to be taking it off to the male lion-griffin.

"Oh, don't worry," Harry called out as he reached out and rubbed the beast's head, "I got more where that came from. Eat up, and give this one to that lazy bastard," Harry said as he took out another slab of meat.

Purring softly at him the two lion-griffins tore into the meat and Harry watched happily. His mood was only soured when his gaze turned to the lazy fucker milling about.

If ever he has a harem which he is getting to want more and more each passing day, he sure as well won't be like that asshole. A man is supposed to be a provider, that a man's pride.

It's the women who are supposed to take it easy, not the other way around.

Shaking his head, Harry got up, but felt a small nudge at his back. Turning around he saw the big furball staring at him with a pleading look in its eyes.

"Oh, you want some meat as well?" Harry asked as he quickly understood what he wanted.

Nodding its head, Harry laughed and took out another slab of meat from his pack and threw it to the big softy. "Alright, let's go," Harry said as he jumped on the Demigryph back.

As Harry was wading through a ravine he made his fourth encounter for the day as three Cynogriffin ran pass them without even looking back. Looking on in confusion, Harry wondered what had the wolf-griffin in such haste, and before long he got his answer.

Hearing the heavy beat of wings, Harry turned to look upwards and saw a sight that nearly made him drop out of his seat.

Staring down at him was the og granddaddy himself, the beast that put griffin in griffin, a real live Griffin. The thing was as large as a fucking semi-truck with its classical parts of half lion, half eagle. Although it didn't even come close to the size of a Royal Gryphon it was still colossal and made him look like a tiny mouse before an elephant.

Landing on top of the gorge as its weight sent rocks tumbling down, the Griffin peered at him with intelligent eyes with its prey long forgotten. Then as if suddenly understanding the creature, Harry knew that it wanted him to follow it.

Watching as the magical beast took off, Harry nudged his knee to the Demigryph's ribs, and whispered, "I think he wants us to follow him, boy."

Whining softly, the Demigryph did not seem to want to even come near the giant beast, but nevertheless it proved its loyalty and did as told.

Staying on the Griffin's tail, the two of them covered long distances as they traveled through many places until they finally reached a cave opening large enough to fit a mansion.

Seeing that the Griffin flew inside, Harry kicked the Demigryph and entered as well.

The place was really dark with no natural lighting, and although Harry had no problem seeing in the dark thanks to the assimilation ritual with the basilisk, he still threw up some wizard lights.

Coming to an opening, Harry thought for a moment that the creature might just be leading them to their doom, but placed his faith in the bond that his family shared with all griffin-like creatures.

Jumping off the back of the Demigryph, Harry patted the big furball beck who was nervously prowling, and walked into the lair. Immediately when he saw what laid inside, his eyes nearly popped over.

Inside was a large cavern with gold, gems, jewels, treasures, precious stones, and other assorted items piled up in the center. Sitting on top of it all was the Griffin that they just met.

Harry knew that all Griffins where hoards like dragons, it why any sane wizard would try to hunt these monstrous creatures. Plus why they make exactly guards for rare treasures you want to hide since they zealously guard it.

It's mostly thanks to their ability really to find metal veins and dig up precious stones that they must be rich.

Yet he did not expect all this wealth. The creature was a fucking millionaire.

Clearing his throat, Harry asked, "Why did you bring me here?"

Nudging its head, the Griffin pushed some of its hoard towards him. Looking up at the creature Harry asked, "Are you giving me some of your treasures?"

Nodding its head, the Griffin spread one of its massive wings and pushed the offered gifts.

Seeing no reason to refuse a gift since it is especially very costly, Harry walked up and held out his Lordship ring. Suddenly all the treasures that the Griffin offered disappear right before everyone's eyes.

It was all thanks to the functionality of the Lorshship rings, every day he is learning something new that it can do, whether it be to detect poisons from food and drinks to the spatially folding capacity it has.

Looking up at the massive beast, Harry bowed his head to in thanks and said, "Thank you."

Nodding its massive head, Harry could somehow understand it once again as it said, "come again, little Potter chick."

Laughing at being called a baby, Harry just shook his head and made his way towards his mount.

"Alright," Harry said once he came back to the Demigryph, "let go."

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