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Marvolo's POV

It was two hours before Malcolm returned. The dirty blond looked tired but triumphant. The man held a wand that Marvolo knew wasn't his own.

Malcolm said holding it out to him, "I transfigured Mr. Potter's clothes into pajamas and took his wand. He woke up briefly after I healed his wounds but I dosed him with a dreamless sleep. He should stay asleep until tomorrow."

Marvolo placed his chin on his palms as he asked, "Will there be any lasting damage? Are there any potions he will need to take?"

Malcolm replied tiredly, "Several of his bones will have to be vanished and regrown. I can't do that now with how much I've already healed him. He needs to gains some weight as well. Heavy nutrient potions will need to be administered for several weeks. Then lighter nutrient potions for at least six months."

Marvolo nodded and said, "I figured as much. Is there anything else you would recommend?"

Malcolm hesitated then said, "Given what he has been through. I would recommend a mind healer."

Good mind healers were rare in their world. Most of them would rather stuff potions down someone's throat. The ones would treat their patients like human beings had their own clinics. They refused to work for Saint Mungos or if only worked for them for a short time.

There was only two mind healers that he knew of. One was named Maximus from the Davis family. They were a Slytherin or Ravenclaw family. Only recently did they become a respected Pureblood family.

Another was Jason Crabbe. He was the second son of the Crabbe family. Few knew of him unless they went to school together. Both men were part of his select few that were unmarked. It aided in them becoming credible mind healers. Especially when the ministry was looking at everyone from dark and nuetral families.

Both men were good healers and came highly recommended. They helped many of his death eaters. Whether it was due to time in Azkaban or due to killing. Many of the younger members had trouble after their first kill. It was good for them to be able to talk to someone about it.

Making that mental note he said, "I'll consider it. Thank you Malcolm. I'll send word if we have need of you again."

Malcolm gave a short bow as he took his leave. This left Marvolo to his thoughts on how to proceed from there. His best option was to adopt the boy. The paperwork was already filled and ready to go. It required the boy's signature. The likelihood of the boy signing them was slim.

Guardianship had been easier to get ahold of. It didn't require Potter's consent given the proof of abuse. Then there was the fact that he was from the Most Ancient and Noble House of Slytherin. No one wanted to be on his bad side.

Then again using the laws set by the ministry he could file without the other's consent. Things would go easier if he didn't have to fight Potter on every little thing. The boy was incredibly stubborn. Their previous relationship was difficult and one that they would have to work through.

He knew when Potter woke there would be hell to pay. So he went to get rest but not before settin up a ward that would alert him if Potter woke. Then he settled into to sleep a few hours himself.

Marvolo slept for five hours before being awoken to the wards going off. Potter it seemed was awake. Time to face the boy. On his desk were the approved guardianship papers. The ministry worked fast if given the right incentive.

Potter was putting his legs over the side of the bed when the door opened. Glamoured blue eyes met wary green. In the time that Potter had been gone it seemed he learned the meaning of self preservation.

Marvolo said, "Good you're sitting up. I was wondering if you core had refilled enough to regain your strength. How do you feel?"

Instead of answering the questions Potter asked, "Where am I? Who are you?"

It was to be expected. The last thing the knew he was fighting a losing battle and was about to die. It was to be expected that he have questions.

Marvolo replied cocking his head to the side slightly amused, "I guess you would not recognize me like this. For now you may just call me Marvolo. These are for you to read."

A pile of papers were handed to him. Marvolo could see the moment the other realized what they were. It was a good thing he sent them off the day before. Potter otherwise would fight him tooth and nail on the subject.

Evan said, "I'm not signing this. I don't know you or why you wanted to be my guardian. Regardless it's not going to happen."

Marvolo laughed a gentle laugh. This was refreshing from the way his Death Eaters talked to him. Even with the return of his sanity they were weary of him. Weary of saying the wrong thing and being cursed. It would take time to earn back the trust he once had.

Marvolo pulled out a chair from the previously ignored desk. He said, "Well let's start then. You are Harry James Potter. It's been over a month since you disappeared. Not a lot was revealed about why you disappeared. Only that Albus Dumbledore went to your niggle relative's house with another wizard. What they found alarmed them and a search was sent out for you. At the time I was working on getting my Lordship and identity established. One of the conditions of my Lordship is that I must have an heir."

Evan's eyes narrowed at Marvolo. The older man could see the wheels turning. Severus said the boy was slow and an idiot. It appeared that, that wasn't the case.

He knew from his various encounters with the boy he was far from stupid. Just like any Gryffindor he did things without thinking. They were never without a reason. Even plans made on the fly seemed to work better than well planned out ones.

Potter snapped, "I'm not going to be your heir. Sorry not interested in being anyone's puppet. If you'll excuse me I have other places to be. None of which are here."

Potter made to stand when Nagini made her appearance. Marvolo scowled at the sight. He wanted to talk to the boy before she came. There was only one snake like her in the world. No doubt the boy would put two and two together.

As if in answer to his thoughts the boy stepped away. His eyes were blazing green with just a hint of blue. The air in the room began to stir in an unnatural way. Despite just waking up it seemed the boy was ready to fight his way out. By any means possible. He had to stop this before Potter damaged his core.

Marvolo said in a calm tone, "Easy there. If you use any more magic you will damage your core."

Potter answered blue seeping into his green eyes, "Spirit magic does not affect wizard magic. Back off Voldemort. I'm leaving and you cannot take on a contractor alone."

Potter knew that he knew about him being a contractor. It wasn't that hard to discern. Blue seeping into an angry spirit mage was a sign of the contract to the Spirit King of the Wind. Green was for the Spirits of Water.

Marvolo asked calmly unaffected by the air swirling around them angrily, "Where would you go? Legally no one can take you without being charged with kidnapping. The longer I chase you the less likely your godfather getting a trial becomes. I won't have time to work on it chasing you around the globe."

At the mention of Black the air went still. Potter's eyes were wide with fear and hope. Slowly the blue faded until it was just a slight color difference around the edge.

He asked, "Why would you get Sirius a trial? He's on the side of the light and you are evil."

Marvolo answered calmly, "If I was the same man you met in the graveyard you would be right. A few weeks after our encounter I began to change. My old looks returned to me along with my sanity. As you no doubt have realized that my eyes are glamoured. The only part of me that didn't change change was my eyes. With the return of my sanity I found an old law. It allowed me to make a new identity for myself without the actions of the past being used. During the trial I revealed that your godfather was not a Death Eater and that Wormtail is alive. It has taken a lot of convincing but the ministry has agreed to give him a trial. If you work with me I promise that you will be allowed to visit your godfather and friends."

Potter crossed his arms over his chest as he asked, "What would I be required to do? I won't help you in the fight."

Marvolo pinched the bridge of his nose as he said, "I won't expect you to. I have decided to take a more political route. As long as you take care of your room and your heir duties I won't stop you from visiting your godfather."

Confusion filled the boy's green eyes as Potter asked, "Heir duties? What are you talking about?"

Marvolo felt his anger rise as he asked in return, "Dumbledore never told you about your duties as Heir to House of Potter? Nothing to prepare you for when you become Lord Potter on your 17th birthday?"

Potter shook his head. It seemed they had a lot more work to do than Marvolo originally thought. He thought Albus would have given at least some of the duties over. The man was the Regant over the seats as well. The boy could change the Regant. Convincing the boy to do it would be a little tougher.

Potter asked, "When was I supposed to start learning this? What do I need to learn and do?"

The boy was curious now. It was a start.