Chapter 2 - Mad, innit?
June 3, 1989
Harry was currently climbing up a mountain in North America. He just made contact with the Chimakuan tribe. He made sure to use his magic to look like Harrison.
They're a Native American tribe that were indigenous to Washington. They were hesitant to let him into their tribe, but once he showed that he wasn't looking for trouble, just directions, they welcomed him.
The Chief kindly pointed him in the direction he needed to go and he immediately set off, declining their invitation to join their Powwow. He understood that it would be a large honor to join in, because it is an enormous celebration that requires months of planning. He felt that he shouldn't intrude in such an important event, invite or not.
"Hold it down!"
Harry perked up as he heard loud voices and distressed cawing in the distance.
Climbing quicker, he made it to where the noises were coming from and he found a disgusting site.
Three charred bodies laid about in the cave, and five wizard poachers were surrounding a very large and old looking thunderbird. Three were holding ropes around it, while two had wands aimed at it. When it tried to charge up electricity to either shock them, or escape, one of the poachers would crucio the poor creature.
Responding to his anger, Harry's magic lashed out, stabbing the two who had wands out straight through their hearts.
"What the fuck?!"
"Show yourself, coward!"
Disillusioned, Harry brought out two hidden blades. The remaining three wizards stood back to back, constantly looking around.
"Ack!"
Silently, Harry sliced through one man's neck, quickly apparating behind the other two as they both fired dark curses at where he was.
With both their backs to him, he stabbed both of them, watching as they fall to the ground, dead.
Hearing a soft caw behind him, he quickly turned to where the thunderbird was and saw it's breathing was very shallow. Quickly freeing the massive bird it from it's binds, Harry sensed that it was dying. Resting a hand on it's head, he closed his eyes in sorrow for the poor creature.
Suddenly, he felt something trying to bond with his magic. Looking down, he saw the spark still in the bird's eyes. Reaching out with his own magic, he accepted the bond and watched as lightning arced through the bird's body. It's whitened feathers darkening to match storm clouds.
He then heard an excited voice in his head. "It's been decades since I've felt this energetic! Thank you, friend!"
"You're welcome, new friend. Just how old are you?" He asked curiously, only to get a stern expression in return.
"You never ask a lady her age, friend, no matter the creature or race."
Chuckling, Harry got up to walk out the cave.
"Then I'll ask a more appropriate question, what is your name, milady? I am Harrison James Potter."
"My name is Bronte."
-YT-
November 11, 1989
Harry has continued his world travel in search of possible materials for his wand, and other things he might need in general.
He made a trip to Africa and contained a vial of the toxic gas that is produced from a Nundu. He didn't kill it, nor did he truly fight it. He threw a pebble at it to get it's attention, then once it's toxic breath was released, he used his magic to guide the breath into a vial before apparating several miles away.
Then when he was in China, he climbed even more mountains and found Shangri-La. He could sense that the wards that kept the place hidden we're incredibly strong. He wouldn't have even noticed them if he hadn't passed through them.
While meeting the monks in Shangri-La, he found a sanctuary filled with phoenixes. Walking up to them most were skittish around him, but a few came up to him excitedly. They were all different colors, but he did notice two particular ones. One was the purest of white he'd ever seen, the gold feathers on it's head looking like a crown, while the other was vantablack, with silver feathers on it's head.
As they both strutted towards him, he observed that the other phoenixes bowed in respect as they passed by.
To his utter shock, he felt them both send a familiar bond. Quickly getting over his surprise, he connected his magic to their's.
"Well met, Grey Lord. I am Theia, Lady of the Light." The white one spoke.
"And I am her twin, Nyx, Dame of the Dark." The black one continued.
Harry bowed to the twins. "Well met, miladies. I am Harrison James Potter. I am currently on a world tour, building relationships, and looking for items to craft my wand with."
"Seek no further Grey Lord. You may use a feather from us as a core." Nyx spoke.
"Yes. It would make sense that a Lord of neutral standing would have a wand to reflect that." Theia concurred.
They ruffled their feathers and a feather each fell from them. He picked them up almost reverently and placed them in a special pocket in his book bag.
When he looked back up, he was surprised to see them gone.
'Truly magnificent creatures.' He thought to himself.
He turned back to the other phoenixes who now were interested in him. "May I ask for a feather from each of you so that I can use them as cores for wands I'll build in the future?"
November 11, 1990
It's been exactly a year since Harry began learning from the monks of the temple, and he felt it was time for him to go.
The Abbot of the Monastery acted as Harry's therapist during his time there.
While Harrison gave Harry a lot of power and knowledge, Harry is still a child. A child that grew up being told that he wasn't loved, and that he wasn't wanted.
This constant verbal abuse grew an insecurity within him. He knew he could easily bring his parents back to health, but his insecurities held him back. What if they didn't want him just like the Dursley said? What if they were worst than the Dursley? These 'what if's' bounced around his head every time he was about to go to them.
Mini Flashback
Harry sat next to the Abbot in front of a Buddha statue.
"I know I should go help my parents, but my fears are keeping me back, gēgē."
"You cannot allow your insecurities to shackle you, dìdì. As you remember, both your parents willingly sacrificed themselves for you. It's clear that they truly love you. Now go. Go live your life, and help your parents rebuild theirs'."
Mini Flashback end
November 13, 1990
St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries
Harry stared at the still forms of his parents.
It broke his heart to see his parents in such a state. Their magic kept their muscles from atrophy, and they were fed potions to keep them healthy internally.
His mother's hair looked matted and her skin pale, and his father's hair looked dull with his skin matching his mother's unhealthy pale.
Before he came here, he went to the Potter ancestral home to warn the house elves of their Lord and Lady returning. He also strengthened the wards to a ridiculous amount. It would take hundreds of the muggle Yank's nuclear weapons to crack their wards.
He glanced at the other occupants in the room. A man and woman. They both were awake and staring forward with a vacant look in their eyes.
Focusing back to the task at hand, he took out two blank wooden dolls. He placed one on his mother and another on his father. Immediately, the dolls gained the appearance of the person underneath them.
Using magic, he rotated them so that the dolls are on the bed, and held both their hands. He then apparated to the Pottery.
After laying them down onto their bed, Harry used a more detailed diagnostic spell to determine just what is keeping them in a coma.
The curse that struck them originates from Russia, and it is as dark as they come. It slowly chews on the victims mind and magic while keeping them in a comatose state. Harry immediately stopped it's progress, but he needs objects that has their magic imprinted on them so he could fully return their memories.
After calling two house elves to clean them and put clean clothes on them, He left with two crystal balls to hold their ambient magic.
Harry found a good amount of his father's magic on his old broom and his office, and he was surprised by the large amount of his mother's ambient magic he found in what looks to be a baby's room. His room.
His insecurities almost disappeared entirely after seeing this. Surely if his parents spent so much time on his room before he was even born, then they wanted him.
All the magic in both crystals still wasn't enough. Harry started to get frustrated until he had an epiphany. 'Their wands!'
"Coby!" He called.
"Yes, young master."
"Coby, I need my parents' wands. I don't know where to find them, but I would suggest starting at Godric's Hallow." He ordered.
"Yes, master." And the little elf popped away.
Harry began walking away, before he heard another pop. He turned and found Coby holding two wands in his hands.
"That was fast. They were still in the house?" Harry asked, surprised.
"Yes, master. It seems the government turned the house into a museum of sorts to show the aftermath of the attack on your family. I'm not sure if they're allowed to do that."
Choosing to worry about that later, Harry took both wands and drained them entirely, unfortunately turning them into regular sticks.
Finally having enough magic to fully restore his parent's health, he rushed back to their room.
Looking at each crystal, he examined the physical representation of their magic.
His mother's looked to be a bright green flame currently smoldering, while his father's looked like an amber colored thunderstorm with lightning flitting about in the clouds. He knew had to make them new wands, but that could be for later.
Standing in front of them, he released the two crystals and directed them towards his parents. It was like watching life being poured into them, seeing their skin gained a more healthy color.
As the crystals emptied, Harry had a house elf bring the Potter pensieve, and he took time remove key memories that he knew that they would want to watch. He tried to include the one from meeting Harrison, but he was unable to. Skipping that for now, he placed the others in labeled vials.
As soon as the crystals emptied, both their eyes shot open and they took in a deep intake of breathe.
They both quickly shot up looking around frantically, their body tensed for action. 'That makes sense. The last thing they are likely to remember is fighting Voldemort.'
"Where the hell... Harry?" James asked once he saw Harry at the foot of the bed.
Without question, Lily scrambled towards Harry, James right behind her, and gave Harry the most loving embrace he's ever felt. He didn't even think to control his emotions, he just released them.
This was, by far, the hardest he's ever cried. All his internalized pain, emotional trauma, and insecurities easily released just from one hug from his parents.
"Shhh, luv. It's alright, we're here. We're here." Lily soothed her son as tears fell down her own face. She looked up at her husband to see his own tearful eyes meeting her's, and she knew he was thinking the same thing she was.
'What happened to Harry to make him howl in so much pain?'
It took a while for Harry to calm down, but by then, he was exhausted. Before he fell asleep, he pointed towards the pensieve then promptly passed out.
After tucking him into their bed, they moved towards the pensieve.
"I'll guess that these will explain what caused Prongslet so much pain." James surmised as picked up a memory. "So let's start at the beginning."
"Yes. I want to see what happened after we were taken out."
James poured the first memory in, and both he and his wife entered.
-YT-
Harry awoke to muffled shouting. He opened his eyes, confused, until he remembered where he was.
He looked around and saw the room empty, and dark, but the walk in closet door was slightly ajar, and the light was on.
"I know! I don't know why we trusted Dumbledore! The wards here were much stronger than the fidelius charm, and I can feel that they are even stronger now!" James ranted.
"We were probably fed loyalty potions. It only needs to be ingested every couple of months to be effective, and we were in Hogwarts for seven years, as well as eating dinner with the Order regularly. It wouldn't be difficult for him to do so." Lily was thoughtful.
"Regardless, we can't prove that now. I'm going to kill Snape, though, for molesting you like that."
Lily shook in revulsion and rage at that. Looking back, she could see the signs of his obsession, but she overlooked them somehow.
"And I was going to kill the Dursleys, but Harry's got the right idea. The knowledge that Hell awaits them will constantly chew at them." Lily said, content.
"I'm glad those monks were able to help him, too. Our poor boy has had such a hard life, and he's only 10!" James finished sadly.
"When he wakes up, let's ask if there's a way to contact them, to thank them." Lily stated as they walked out in more comfortable home clothing. "Oh! Hello luv. Did you sleep well?" Harry was already up and wrapping his arms around his mother.
"I slept amazing mum."
Casting a silent tempus charm, Harry realized it was already late morning. He'd slept from late afternoon straight to the next day.
Together they walked to the dining room where the house elves had already had their breakfast warm and waiting for them. As they sat down, Lily was finally able to ask Harry about a weird inconsistency in the memories she'd watched.
"Harry luv? How did you become so magically powerful out of nowhere?"
"That's thanks too... odd. Why can't I say his name? Or what he did? Ah! I see. He modified the fidelius charm and made it hide information instead of a place." Harry thought for a moment, while his parents filed the information that it was a male who helped their son, so that narrows it down.
Then Harry spoke up again. "Mum. Is it right for me to assume you took an interest to science to explain the weird happenings around you before you discovered magic?"
"Yes I did actually. How did you know?" Lily asked, a bit surprised.
"I thought of doing the same myself, before someone put a bind on both my magic and mental capacity."
This angered his parents. "Someone bound your magic?! Just one bind has unknown effects on your core!" James yelled in outrage.
"I know! Before what happened, happened, my binds were released, and there was a leak in my core. Then it happened, and I'm fully healthy." Harry replied.
"Back on that subject, why did you bring up science?" Lily cut in.
"Oh right! In your studies, have you come across Hugh Everett's theory regarding parallel universes?" Harry asked his mother.
She nodded. "Yes. He was the first who proposed the theory that there are multiple worlds parallel to ours, with only a slight difference in each." Her eyes then got wide.
"Wait. You're telling me that there are more worlds out there with just a small change in each?" James asked.
"Yes, darling; for example, there could be a universe where you have red hair and I have black hair. Or one where you're a female and I'm a male. Or even one where I'm a pureblood, and you're not. It would seem that Harry got help from someone from another universe. Is that right, luv?" Lily queried.
"Yes! I'm so happy you got it so quick." Harry sighed in relief.
"She's the smartest witch in the world, Prongslet. I doubt there's much that'll go outside her notice." James enjoyed bragging about how brilliant his wife was, no matter who it was he was bragging to.
The small blush and wide grin she gave him made him love her all the more.
"Ahem! Yes well..." Harry started. It truly made him happy to see his parents so in love with each other.
"Right. So let's see if we can figure out the identity of your savior." Lily said.
Harry just pointed to himself.
"It's another Harry?" James asked.
"Full name." Harry said.
"It was Harrison James Potter?" Lily asked. Then a crack was heard, as Harry winced.
"Harry!" Lily jumped out her seat to check on him, while James also stood.
"I'm alright. I believe that was the fidelius breaking. I can tell you now."
Harry proceeded to tell his parents about his meeting with Harrison.
"So another version of you grew so powerful that he wasn't able to die..." Lily started.
"... and he chose you to pass on his power and knowledge so he can finally pass on." James finished.
They were now in a sitting room. All three were on a couch with Harry in the middle.
"Pretty much. Mad, innit?"
"Well I'm glad that you're safe now, but I wonder what happened to Sirius. Frank and Alice should've been next on the list. We expressly forbade anyone from putting you with the Dursleys." James said.
"Frank and Alice... Longbottom?" Harry asked.
"Yes, luv. Alice is your godmother." Lily answered.
"They were the couple that were across from you at St. Mungos. I glanced at their clipboards at the front of the bed. They've both went insane from the torture curse." Harry said, thoughtfully.
"Oh no! When Voldemort came to kill us, he must've sent people to kill Frank and Alice." James surmised.
"What happened to Remus and Sirius? James, I swear if Remus continued his self pity, then I don't want him anywhere near Harry. We know that Sirius wouldn't shirk on his duty as a godfather, as we saw from Harry's memory, but we still need to find out."
"I'll Floo call Augusta! She'll likely know what we don't." James jumped up to do just that.
"Dad wait! Before we do anything, I'll ask you guys to keep the knowledge of where I got my powers from a secret. Just say it's ancient Potter magic. It's not a lie since it was an ancient Potter that gifted me these powers."
James and Lily looked to each other before shrugging and agreeing.
-YT-
Augusta was in the sitting room in Longbottom Manor.
She was drinking tea spiked with a calming draught as she usually does after visiting her son and daughter-in-law. It saddened her that the Potters were also there.
The Longbottoms and Potters stood side by side for centuries. The fact that Dumbledore, the old fool, wouldn't let her raise Harry, or even tell her where he is, has made her antagonistic towards him.
"Hello? Augusta, are you there?"
Hearing a voice she hadn't heard for years, she spoke up. "James?"
"Augusta! Listen, yes it's me, and all will be explained. Just come over to the Pottery." His head then disappeared from the fireplace.
After briefly believing she had an odd side effect from the potion in her tea, she decided to go. There are only three people who can enter the Pottery and invite others. She threw a bit of Floo powder, then yelled, "The Pottery!"
-YT-
Frank Longbottom didn't know how long he remained in this room. It was his childhood room in Longbottom Manor. He never left due to the door being locked, and so he spent his time just pacing the room.
All of a sudden, the door opened and he heard a voice. It was beautiful and it made him feel warm. He didn't know what it was saying but he moved towards it, out the door. Walking out, it was just a black void.
He heard the voice again, this time a bit stronger, so he kept moving forward. As he advanced, the voice kept getting stronger, so he sprinted towards it.
Then he hears another voice adding to the first, then another, and another. Looking forward, he saw a speck of light. This gave him more energy as he bolted towards it, pushing himself.
The closer he got, the bigger the speck got. The bigger the speck, the clearer he could hear the voices.
"Yes luv, come back!"
"Come on, dad! You can do it!"
"Fight, Frank! Come back to your family!"
Finally making it to the light, he rushed through it, letting the warmth embrace him.
-YT-
Frank jolted awake, but he felt several hands keeping him down.
"Frank, it's ok. Calm down, luv. You're alright." Alice reassured next to him.
"What? Where?" He sputtered out. Looking around, he found himself in the room he shares with his wife in Longbottom manor. His wife laid next to him, his son standing by his side of the bed, the Potters at the foot, and his mother by his son.
He looked at the tear stained eyes of his child and asked out loud, "How long have I been gone?"
"You and Alice were tortured to insanity, Frank, while the Potters were struck with a coma curse of some sort. You all were in a lost for a decade! It's thanks to ancient Potter magicks that you were all healed fully." Augusta explained as she saw Neville was to emotional to respond.
"Is that why I feel so well rested?" He looked to the beaming Potter family. "Thank you for bringing my family back together. House Longbottom is in your debt."
James shook his head seriously. "No, Lord Longbottom. Our Houses have been allies for centuries. Aiding our allies when needed is expected." He then had a mischievous grin on his face. "Now, spend some time with your family, then we'll talk about how we'll reintroduce ourselves to the Wizarding World."
December 1, 1990
The Wizengamot was Wizarding Britain's high court of law and parliament. It predated the Ministry of Magic itself, dating back to the days of the medieval Wizards' Council. Its administrative headquarters were located in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, whilst the trials took place in the dungeons of the lower levels. While courts were in session, members wore plum-coloured robes embroidered with a silver letter W on one side and their House crest on the other.
The Wizengamot schedule a meeting at the first of every month to discuss new laws or repealing old ones. The one to preside these meetings is the Chief Warlock, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.
"I believe that concludes our discussion today. Is there any other matters that needs to be brought to light before this body?" Dumbledore asked as he scanned the room. He's been stressed for over two years after the disappearance of Harry Potter, and the shattering of the ward and bindings he placed on him.
Flashback
It was early morning, and the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore sat in his office, calmly drinking tea, and once again patting himself on the back for managing to foist nearly all the paperwork that he was supposed to do to his Deputy Headmistress.
His good mood was ruined by the crumbling of the trinkets he had that monitored the ward at Privet Drive, and the one tied to Harry's trace. At once, he got up and Floo'd into Arabella Figg's home. She was assigned to watch Harry.
She wasn't even awake when he rushed out her house to the Dursley home.
A simple unlocking charm allowed him to enter their home and found Petunia and Vernon sitting on the floor. They both had tears stains on their faces, but they had calm expressions. 'They must've been hit with a calming spell. They would've been yelling at me about my entering their home uninvited by now.'
He looked into Petunia's eyes and perused her mind. What he found terrified him.
Harry killed them with such casual ease, and they spent time in Hell. He especially didn't like the fact that their torturers were excited at the fact that Dumbledore would be going down there in the future. Then, they were suddenly back in their bodies.
The anger and hatred Harry held in his eyes at the Dursley's scared him almost as much as the knowledge that he's fated to go to Hell.
He quickly got up to go find some way to retrieve Harry. Clearly the bindings he placed on the boy had shattered, and his magic returned with interest. He needed to call the Order together to find him discreetly.
He needed the boy to become his weapon, not the next Dark Lord.
He obliviated the Dursleys of his visit, as per usual, and left.
Flashback end
"If there isn't anything else to add in the session, then I officially-" Dumbledore was interrupted by the doors bursting open in a flourish. The whole body turned towards the commotion, some with annoyance, others with indignation, but they were speechless by who walked in.
Lord James Charlus Potter and Lord Frank Ambrosius Longbottom strolled into the chambers, heads held high, with a gait matching their stations as pureblooded Lords.
"J-james-" Dumbledore began, but was once again interrupted.
"We are in Chambers, Chief Warlock. I demand my proper title be used." Lord Potter spoke strongly.
"M-my apologies, Lord Potter, I meant no offense. I was merely caught by surprise, no doubt like everyone else. May I ask how it is you and Lord Longbottom have made such an miraculous recovery? Have your wives also been cured?" Dumbledore asked, completely baffled at their appearance.
"My wife and I have been cured thanks to ancient Potter magic. The House Potter's current Lord and Lady were first cured then they cured us." Lord Longbottom testified.
"May we know what specific magic was used?" A member of the body probed.
Lord Potter's eyes narrowed dangerously, and his magic pulsed briefly. Finding exactly who spoke in the large crowd of people, he spoke directly to them. "That magic can only be found in the Potter grimoire."
"I-I-I apologize L-lord Potter. That was rude and uncouth of me." The person spoke.
"I will ignore this slight against my House for this instance only." Lord Potter sniffed. "Now, Lord Longbottom and I both came to this Wizengamot session to retake our seats. I have a second reason for being here, though. To simplify, House Potter is most wroth with those in this room."
"What do you mean, Ja-ahem-Lord Potter? What is it that this body has done to warrant this?" Dumbledore asked.
"How about the fact that my brother in all but blood has been thrown into Azkaban without even a trial? Or the fact my son, my heir, has been given to abusive, magic hating, muggles?! HE STILL HAS SCARS ON HIS BLOODY BODY!" Lord Potter roared, his magic flailing wildly, before Lord Longbottom put a calming hand on his shoulder.
"Let's focus on one thing at a time. First let's get Sirius out of his illegal imprisonment, then we'll get to the bottom of who's responsible for hand delivering your son to Hell." Lord Longbottom soothed.
"Lord Potter, Black was the obvious choice for the secret keeper. Everyone knows you two were best friends, so who else could've been chosen?" Another member asked.
"Our secret keeper was Peter Pettigrew. Had any of you demanded a trial for Sirius, like all the Death Eaters got mind you, then you all would've been privy to this knowledge as well as the knowledge that Sirius Black is my son's oath sworn Godfather! It would've been impossible for Sirius to lead Voldemort to my home! But instead of a fair trial, you sheep allowed him to be dumped in Azkaban! 'Oh he's a Black, so he must be evil.' 'Typical. Another Black joining the Dark Lord.' I will state this here and now: if Sirius Black is not freed from his illegal imprisonment, and summarily compensated for his torture in the next two days, then House Potter will empty its vaults in Gringotts, and leave Magical Britain. If a pureblood from one of the most Ancient and Noble Houses can be kidnapped and thrown in Azkaban without a trial, then this community can continue to do so without House Potter present." Lord Potter boomed.
"House Longbottom will be right behind." Lord Longbottom seconded.
It wasn't an idle threat either. Harry had made friends and alliances with different magical governments all over the world. If House Potter and House Longbottom wanted to join one of those communities, then it wouldn't even be any effort. Not to mention the catastrophic effects it would have on the economy if two of the richest houses in the country just decided to up and leave.
"I'm sure there will be no need. Mr. Black will be retrieved immediately, and given the fair trial he was unfortunately denied. Are we all in agreed?" Dumbledore quickly asked. All the members hastily raised their wands in the air, the tips glowing. "Then it will be done." He banged his gavel.
"Is there any other matters that needs to be brought to light before this body?" Dumbledore asked, hoping there wasn't.
"Yes, there is." Lord Potter announced. "The fact that my son was handed over to abusive, magic hating muggles while my wife and I were indisposed. There was a list of capable people we trusted to raise our child in our stead in our Will. We even expressed how he was to never be given to the Dursleys! We would've wanted him to go to an orphanage before he ever went there."
"But Lord Potter, we've been told that he's been living in a castle with a distant Potter relative. There are even several books detailing his life." A member called.
"You mean those utter rubbish books that said he stopped a raging tsunami from destroying a town at the age of four? Or the one where he slew a dragon at six? I have already contacted a team of solicitors to sue the author of those lies as well as the publishing agency that allowed this. Some fool had the audacity to use my underaged heir's name without permission and made a profit off of it." Lord Potter declared. When he and Lily had heard about those books, they were understandably angered.
"Unfortunately, Lord Potter, we do not know how he ended up there. We only knew he lived due to the Quill of Acceptance and the Book of Admittance." Dumbledore began. "As we all know, the precise moment a child first exhibits signs of magic, the Quill floats up out of its inkpot and attempts to inscribe the name of that child upon the pages of the Book. The Book, however, will often snap shut, refusing to be written upon until it receives sufficiently dramatic evidence of magical ability. It was a shock to see Harry Potter's name be in the Book, especially seeing how he was only a year old. So we do not know who could've placed your son in such a deplorable environment." Dumbledore finished in a sad tone.
He had to mentally sigh in relief at the fact that he didn't publicly admit to delivering Harry to the Dursleys, or this could've gone a lot worse. He was genuinely surprised to see Harry's name in the Book, but what he didn't know was that Harry would've died of hypothermia that night had his magic not warmed his body up throughout the night until the Vernon Dursley opened his door to go to work.
Lord Potter huffed in anger. "Fine."
"Is there any other matters that needs to be brought to light before this body?" Dumbledore asked, mentally pleading for there not to be. He almost sighed in relief when no one said anything. "If there isn't anything else to add in this august body of the Wizengamot, then I officially declare this meeting adjourned." He banged his gavel, then immediately retreated out of the Chamber. He needed to rethink his plans with the return of the Potters and Longbottoms.
He thought nothing of the Longbottoms because long exposure to the torture curse causes one's mind to break. There was no cure for that. He had thought about assassinating the Potters, but with all the alert runes, and wards placed in every room of the hospital, he would be caught within seconds.
Now both couples are back, and he had no idea what that meant for the future.
As Dumbledore scurried away, Lord Potter and Lord Longbottom stayed to get reacquainted with their fellow Lords and Ladies.