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Harry Potter
Up Yours Dumbles
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Chapter One
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NOTE: Sorry people i had to re post chapters 01 to the epilogue for some reason ffnet started saying Epilogue was ch 00
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Harry looked at the file and wanted to gulp but instead said, "What do we do first?"
"First we do an abilities and inheritance check, as your mother requested. Then I give you the ring that will make you Lord Potter and head of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter. After that we'll go over your finances and investments then finally we set up a meeting with the Greengrass family so you can meet your intended," Bloodthirst said as he opened the file.
Harry nodded and then paled as Bloodthirst pulled out a sheet of parchment that glowed and a large dagger.
"What's the dagger for?" he asked.
"We need twenty-one drops of blood on the paper to find out your inheritance and abilities. Once we have the blood the wound will heal itself," Blood thirst replied as he handed the dagger to Harry.
"Twenty-one?" Harry replied as he took the dagger and looked at it before slicing his palm.
Harry and Bloodthirst counted the drops of blood as they fell on the parchment. When the last one hit the cut in Harry's palm healed and they watched as writing appeared on the parchment.
In bold writing the words started appearing.
'Abilities Test for Harry James Potter.'
Transfiguration: prodigy (partially blocked)
Charms: prodigy (partially blocked)
Defense: prodigy
100% Natural Occlumency (blocked)
100% Natural Legillimancy (blocked)
Wandless Magic: (blocked)
Silent Magic: (blocked)
Magic Gifts:
Metamorphmagus: (partially blocked)
Parselmouth: (partially blocked)
Familiar Bonds: (Blocked)
Magic is suppressed by 50%
Intelligence is suppressed 60%
Potions in system
Loyalty Potion
Potion of Guilt
Muggle Enraging Potion
Medical Problems
Malnutrition:
Short-sighted:
Stunted Height:
Basilisk venom and Phoenix tears in blood immune to most poisons and snake venom:
Horcrux in scar:
Harry looked at the list and was starting to get pissed at all the blocked abilities and the potions in him.
Reading the list once more, he looked at his account manager and asked, "Bloodthirst who could have blocked all these abilities and given me those potions; and what's a Horcrux?"
The look of anger on the Bloodthirst face almost had Harry running for the exit but he swallowed his fear as he was a Gryffindor so he waited for his account manager to answer him.
Bloodthirst yanked the paper back and quickly read the results and growled. A dagger appeared in his left hand as if by magic and was hurled at the side door. With a thud, the heavy dagger dug into the scared wood and a few seconds later door flew open and another goblin stuck his head in.
Harry listened as Bloodthirst said something in the goblin language and as the door slammed shut after his account manager was finished speaking, and Harry asked, "Sir, what was that about?"
Bloodthirst looked at the small human child and realized how unprepared he really was before answering him in words he would understand, "I am having the ritual chamber prepared in the time room so we can have that abomination removed from your scar," Seeing the confusion on the boys face he clarified what he was talking about. "A horcrux is an abomination that was developed by the Egyptian Pharaohs to cheat death. So long as one survived they couldn't die until they died of old age. But we the Goblins have a way to find them all and send the trapped spirits to their just rewards. We shall remove the one in your scar, and find the others if the fool made more, and destroy them. It's our highest law."
"I see, I wonder if the diary was one in my second year," Harry mumbled.
The sharp hearing of the goblin caught what Lord Potter had said, and he asked, "What diary would this be?"
"In my second year, a student by the name of Ginny Weasley was slipped a diary by Lord Malfoy and it tried to take her over and made her release a thousand year old basilisk in the school. Several people were petrified by its stare before I killed it with a sword through its brain."
The look on Bloodthirst's face was priceless, because not much shocked a goblin; but a twelve year old boy killing a thousand year old basilisk was one of them. The last time one was killed, was two hundred and thirty years before, in what is now called Albania. The parts from that one were running low.
"And what did you do with it?"
Surprised by Bloodthirst's question he asked, "Do with what?"
"The corpse of the Basilisk?"
"It's still in the chamber of secrets," Harry replied.
With a feral grin, Bloodthirst leaned forward and said, "You do know that since you killed it, it's yours to do with as you wish?"
Confused, Harry asked, "What do you mean."
"Do you know how big it was?"
"About thirty meters," Harry replied.
"It would be worth several million galleons to your coffers," Bloodthirst replied as he sat back with another grin, "minus our cut… or I should say my cut."
"How would we go get it? It's not like Dumbledore would allow me to travel to Hogwarts to get it. Besides you'd need a Parselmouth to get into the Chamber of Secrets," Harry replied.
"Do you think you're the only Parselmouth in the world? We have several goblins that speak it. Now can you tell me how to get it? I will have a contract written up on disposition of the corpse."
"Wouldn't it have rotted away?" Harry had to ask as he knew it was two years ago that he killed it as Bloodthirst stood up and went over to a filing cabinet and opened it.
"A beast that size won't start decaying for a long time. Its flesh and blood would be instant death to microscopic organisms until the magic seeped out of the body," Bloodthirst replied as he pulled out sheet of parchment and walked back to the desk where he set it down in front of his client, "This is a standard rendering form, for class fifty creatures. As you can see, we will split the cost 80/20 and you will receive, in addition to the gold, some of the usable items for potions and armor. We will not know how much we will get until we check the market or we can go with a fixed amount. If you wish to go that way, I will offer you from my clan's coffers…" Bloodthirst stopped talking and did some quick arithmancy and then added, "Seven point four three million galleons."
Harry wanted to whistle but instead he said as he thought of his soon to be new family, "Deal. But! I want one million of the galleons divided among the people affected by the snake. Each getting an equal share."
"Agreed. Do you have a list of the people who were affected?" Bloodthirst asked as he turned the form around and started filling it out.
Harry pulled out a fountain pen and a notebook he had in his pocket and started listing each person who had been petrified by the snakes stare and then added Filch for twenty thousand galleons as well for his cat, "One of the people who was affected by the snake was Myrtle Malone now called Moaning Myrtle. She was killed back in the forties. I am not sure if she has any family but I would like you to find out if possible. She was a muggleborn, and Riddle killed her with the snake."
"Who is Riddle?" Bloodthirst asked in confusion.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle is the true name of Voldemort. He changed it because he didn't want anyone to know his father was a muggle, and his mother was a witch," Harry replied and then added, "It's an anagram."
"I see," Bloodthirst said, "Now how do we get to the corpse?"
Harry quickly gave the instructions on how to get to the snake, and the passwords. He asked that they not tell Dumbledore where he was, and was quickly assured that they wouldn't as it was bank business. After going over his assets and business as well as what money had been stolen by Dumbledore over the years out of his trust account he decided to drop it unless Dumbles pushed it. If he did, then full restitution would be demanded. The businesses and properties where he was part or majority owner, surprised him.
They were listed as;
Winery in Malaga, Spain.
Winery in Monte Carlo, Monaco.
Villa in Italy.
15% ownership Scrivenshafts Quill Shop.
Manor in Kent.
Mansion in Monte Carlo, Monaco.
49% ownership Daily Profit.
Manor in Norwhich.
Townhouse in Kennington, London.
Apartment Complex in south London.
Winter Haven house in …. (location unplotable and unknown location)
Philips Fishery, Maine, USA.
Number 56, Hawthorn Row, Lancashire.
William's Villa, Marseilles, France.
10% ownership Obscurus Books.
38% ownership Grunnings Drills, London and Surrey.
10% ownership Gladrags Wizard Wear.
Number 4 Privet Drive.
Potter Manor, Wales.
Potter Cottage, Godrics Hollow.
"I have sent a missive to the Greengrass family to come in," Bloodthirst said, and "I've also sent for people to be your teachers while you're in the chamber."
"Thank you, Bloodthirst," Harry replied as he looked at the list and then the two of them started going over the rest of the files.
"Your ring, my lord," Bloodthirst said as he slid a box across the desk as he closed the last file.
Harry opened the box and looked at the rings. It was gold, and looked heavy. The main ring had a ruby about the size of his thumb embedded in it and the engravings on the band were that of a griffin. Sitting beside it was a female version of the ring with a smaller ruby and besides that was the heir's ring. Picking up the ring that Bloodthirst tapped he slipped the ring on his right index finger he felt magic flow through him and in his mind he heard. 'Hail the new Lord Potter,' and then the voice went silent as the ring fitted itself to his finger.
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North of London, a family was just sitting down to lunch when a Gringotts owl arrived. The father, Lord Cyrus Greengrass, walked over to the stand where the owl settled down and quickly removed the letter tied to its foot. Offering the bird a treat he watched it fly out the open window and turned back to his family. His beautiful wife, Angela was at one end of the table while to his right was his oldest daughter Daphne and to his left was his second daughter Astoria. Sitting in a highchair down by his mother was his two year old son and heir Angus being fed by his mother.
With a smile on his face as he watched his son eat, he sat down and started filling his plate then opened the letter and frowned as he read. Lurching out of his chair he headed for his study where several paintings of his ancestors hung on the wall. Looking at his great grandfathers picture he said, "Great grandfather, what can you tell me about a betrothal contract and Fleamont Potter?"
"Well! There's a name I haven't heard in a long time. It was during our youth. We were both best friends and sorted into Slytherin. We were young Lords full of piss and vinegar and patriotism for our country. Our country had gone to war against Russia, and we entered into the Queen's army. We were soon shown the reality of our folly. The dead were stacked like cordwood, the wounded and able soldiers dying of diseases but we carried on in our duty as Englishman and more died in foolish maneuvers or from the freezing cold of winter due to the loss of the HMS Prince which was carrying a cargo of winter clothing that was desperately needed, but we carried on. During the war, my best friend Fleamont saved my life when I was about to be run through and then I returned the favor after he was almost overrun by coming to his aid. We decided to draw up a contract to unite our families but alas, we both had sons until now. So tell me. How is young Mr. Potter? Well respected, I hope, as I remembered you saying that he had defeated your dorky lord that had been terrorizing you all?"
Cyrus rubbed his face and looked at the grinning picture before replying, "He's the laughing stock of the Wizard World. Last month he won the Tri Wizard Tournament and supposedly was kidnapped with another person. The other person was killed and he said that the Dark Lord had returned. No one can return from the dead."
"Not true grandson. I can think of one way right now," the painting said.
"Huh? What?" Cyrus asked in confusion.
"Horcruxs."
"What is or Horcruxs?"
"A horcruxs is very dark magic; they will keep a wizard alive even if his body is destroyed so he or she can regain a new body. Herpo the Foul supposedly made one but the biggest users were the Egyptians. If and I say 'If' he made them, and the goblins find out, they will be pissed. One of their wars back in the fifteenth century was because one wizard stored his in his vault and it took over one of the goblins and started a war inside the nation as well with the wizard world. Several hundred vaults were plundered by the goblins and that's why we have never dwelled into the dark arts and kept most of our money out of the bank."
"Thank you, grandfather, you have given me much to think of," Cyrus said as he headed back to the dining room and his family.
"You're welcome grandson," the painting said and then went silent.
Angela watched as her husband came back into the room and asked, "Is everything ok?"
"Yes and no," Cyrus said as he sat down, "After lunch we have to go to Gringotts."
"Why?" Angela asked.
"Well it seems a marriage contract has been enacted for Daphne…"
"WHAT!" the usually quiet girl snapped out in surprise.
"DAPHNE!" Angela snapped, "Decorum."
The beautiful blond blushed and replied, "Sorry, Mother."
"That's ok, but please don't do it again. You upset Angus," she said as she picked up the two year old and held the crying baby.
Angela looked at her husband and demanded, "Explain. When was it written, and by whom? It better not have been you!"
Taking a bite of his food he quickly chewed and swallowed as he organized his thoughts, "It wasn't by me. It is over a hundred and forty years old. It seems back in the 1850s my great grandfather went to war for the monarchy along with his best friend. They were sent to Russia during the Crimean War. Grandfather Albert said they were full of piss and vinegar and patriotism for 'Queen Victory.' His words," he quickly added at the look on his wife's face for his profanity, "During the war he saved his best friends life, who then returned the favor. When they returned home after the war, they wrote up a contract between the two houses and hoped to unite them, but only males had been born until Daphne. Why it's come forward now, I don't know…"
"Who was it that written up by, father. Whom shall own me?" Daphne asked in anger and then said, "Please don't say it was the ferret."
Seeing the confusion on her father's face she quickly said, "Malfoy."
"Oh, heck no! I wouldn't write up a contract with that family for all their gold in Gringotts. No, it was written by Fleamont Potter. You'll be marrying the Heir, Harry Potter, the future Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter."
"My life is ruined," Daphne cried out as she ran from the room.
"Lovely," Angela said as she stood up and followed her oldest while carrying her youngest.
"Good job, Father," Astoria said with a snicker.
"I didn't do it," Cyrus replied as he started eating his meal.
"Maybe not! But remember he's a Gryffindor and we're Slytherin," Astoria said as she wiped her mouth and followed after her mother and sister.
Cyrus sighed as he sat back in his chair and thought of his youngest daughters words. With a silent nod to himself he had to agree with her but maybe it was what the young lord needed on his side as he remembered Dorea Potter nee Black had been a Slytherin and Charles a Gryffindor. So it could work, as it had worked before.
Wiping his mouth, Cyrus stood up. He headed for the living room and called an elf, "Mimi."
With a pop a female elf arrived and asked, "Master call Mimi?"
"Yes, Mimi. Please notify my wife and children I'm waiting by the floo so we can go to Gringotts," Cyrus ordered.
With a nod of her head which caused the long ears to flop Mimi vanished with another pop. The first to arrive was his wife and son, followed by Astoria. It took Daphne fifteen more minutes to arrive and that was after he had to send Mimi once again.
"We're flooing to the store, and then we'll walk to Gringotts. Daphne, you will behave," Cyrus said as he looked at his daughter.
"Yes, Father," Daphne replied as her facial expression went stony.
One by one, the family flooed to Greengrass imports, and then started walking towards the bank. They were halfway there when Cyrus muttered.
"Bugger me. It's Malfoy."
"Cyrus!" Angela hissed as she caught sight of the man coming towards them.
"Cyrus! I need to speak with you," Lucius said as he came face to face with a man he wanted to propose a betrothal to for his daughter.
"I am busy. I have some important work at Gringotts. Maybe later, Lucius," Cyrus replied.
"Oh, of course," Lucius said as he nodded to the family before walking away.
"Arrogant ponce," Cyrus mumbled as the family started walking again.
The family of five went up the marble steps and into the bank owned by the goblins. Going to the nearest empty teller he leaned in and whispered, "Cyrus Greengrass and family here to see Bloodthirst. I have a missive from him," he said as he laid the scroll on the counter.
Taking the scroll the goblin quickly read it, "I will let Bloodthirst know you're here. Please wait over there," the goblin said as he handed the scroll back and pointed to the far wall by a blue door.
Cyrus led his family to the designated spot and turned and looked at Daphne, "Daph, don't blame Harry for this. If you want to blame anyone, blame your great grandfather. Even I didn't know about it."
Daphne looked at her father's face and then slowly nodded, "I will, Father."
Cyrus wrapped his daughter and a hug and held her for a minute until a cough caught his attention. Looking to his right he saw the door was open.
"Please follow me to Bloodthirst," the goblin teller ordered.
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Bloodthirst watched as Lord Potter opened the betrothal contract and he watched as the magic of the contract flowed into the young lord's body and another segment flew through the door to find his intended. He had just looked down at some more paperwork and had to immediately look up at the knock and snarled out, "Enter."
The door opened and one of the tellers was standing there, "My lord, the Greengrasses are here."
"Please show them to my office, teller Ripshaw," Bloodthirst ordered.
"As you command," Ripshaw replied and closed the door.
"Well, Harry, are you ready?"
Harry gulped and replied, "No; but as I have no choice in this, I'd better get ready."
Bloodthirst laughed as there was a knock on the door. The door opened and in came the Greengrass family at his urging. He was amused when Harry stood up and turned to the family. Bloodthirst could see the underlying fear, but was impressed when Harry faced it like a warrior.
Bloodthirst stood up and said, "Welcome, Lord Greengrass. May I present Harry James Potter, the thirty-sixth Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter. Lord Potter, meet Lord Cyrus Greengrass the twenty-eighth Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Greengrass and his family."
Cyrus nodded his head and Harry replied with the nod as he stepped forward, "Lord Potter, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"The same, Lord Greengrass," Harry said as he offered his hand in friendship.
"Lord Potter, may I be honored to introduce my wife Angela, my heir Angus and my daughters Astoria and your future wife, Daphne Ophelia Greengrass."
Remembering his deportment that Aunt Petunia beat into him and Dudley as they were growing up, he stepped forward and took Mrs. Greengrasses hand and kissed the knuckles, "Charmed, my Lady Greengrass," and then did the same for Astoria and then stopped in front of Daphne. He had to admit, she was beautiful.
"Miss Greengrass, it's an honor and I see where you get your beauty," Harry watched as Daphne's left eyebrow rose and then a blush as she nodded back. He added, "Miss Greengrass, I am sorry about this. If I had my way I'd destroy the contract, but it's unbreakable or so says my account manager."
"Then why are you bringing it forward now?" Daphne asked.
"Because if we don't marry before October 31st of this year, then the both of us will lose our magic due to the contract. As for me, I could live without it being muggle raised; but I don't think you could handle losing your magic and trying to live as a muggle or possibly die. So for you I'll make it work. If you will allow me to," Harry replied and then reached out as the girl started to faint and guided her to a chair.
"You'd do this for me?" she asked as she looked up into his green eyes.
"I'd do this for any girl in that situation," Harry said.
"Thank you, but why di… Why the rush?"
"Because we have one year from the day they declared me an adult during the Tri-Wizard Tournament, to marry. If we don't, then the consequences come forth," Harry said.
"What do you mean declared you an adult," Cyrus asked in confusion.
"Lord Greengrass, when I was forced to compete in the tournament meant for students who were 'of age,' I was declared 'of age' by the Chief of the Wizengamot, the Supreme Mugwump of the ICW, the three heads of the leading European Magical Schools, the head of the Sports and Games Division, and the Department of International Magical Cooperation. Therefore, I must be an adult," Harry replied.
"Lord Potter is correct," Bloodthirst said as he sat back down after gesturing for the Greengrasses to sit.
"I see," Cyrus said and then asked, "What are your plans? Besides keeping my daughter alive, that is."
"Sir, did you believe what I said after I came back with Cedric's body?"
"Yes, and that's why I am afraid. My grandfather's portrait told me of a way he could have stayed alive," Cyrus said.
Harry reached over to the desk and picked up the letter his mother had written him. Turning, he offered it to the man and said, "My mother wrote this back in 1981. Please read it."
Cyrus looked at the letter and then took it. He slowly read it and his skin flushed as he looked up at the boy. Handing the letter to his wife he ran his fingers through his hair, "By the Goddess, she foresaw this."
Turning to his daughters he said, "Daphne, please don't fight us on this. Astoria, I'm sorry but you'll be going to Salem next year. Daphne, you need… No, I will talk to Lord Davis and talk with him to get his daughter out of Hogwarts for her safety. You, Daphne will be going into the Goblin's 'timeless' rooms. You'll be there for a fifteen days with Lord Potter. During that time you will get training you'll need and help teach Lord Potter what an heir should have known if he had been raised by a pureblood family. Both of you when you come out will marry and head to the colonies to start a new life. As your mother said Lord Potter this is not your war it's ours but you children must be safe first. We'll let you know when it's safe to return."
"I don't understand, Father," Daphne said.
"Read this," Angela replied as she handed the letter to her oldest.
Daphne took the letter and started reading. As she read her left eyebrow rose and she looked up at Harry as she finished, "My lord, we shall be doing as your mother requested," turning she looked at her father and added, "It shall be as you command, Father. I'll be teaching my new husband the pureblood etiquette he will need in his life."
Harry let the breath he had been holding out and then replied, "Thank you, Daphne," before turning to Bloodthirst, "As soon as Daphne retrieves her belongings, and I retrieve the items from my mother's vault, we'll be ready to enter the timeless chambers."
"Bloodthirst, may I call our elf?" Cyrus asked.
"You may, my lord," Bloodthirst replied.
"Mimi!" Cyrus said and with a pop the little elf appeared.
"You called, Master?"
"Yes. Go home and pack up all Daphne's belongings and go the library and get the Heirs library, it is in two trunks. Bring them back here when you're finished," Cyrus ordered.
"As you command, Master," Mimi said and with a pop vanished.
Before Harry could ask anything Bloodthirst started speaking, "As soon as your elf returns, I'll have Lord Potter taken to his mother's vault. There he can retrieve the items needed and I'll escort you all to the chamber where you can say your farewells to your daughter and Lord Potter. Once they enter, the chamber will activate and during the next fifteen days that they spend in there, fifteen months will go by. When they come out, they can get married in Gretna Green. This will be legal because even though Mr. Potter is only fourteen, when he comes out he will be sixteen and so will Miss Greengrass. We will adjust their birth certificates to show this," seeing the confusion on Lord Greengrasses face he said, "Birth certificates are what they mean. It's a muggle form of identification saying where they were born, when and what time. We will also issue green cards, a form of identification for the United States, and passports so they can enter the country in the muggle way. We plan to fly them from the United Kingdom to a destination in the United States. From there, they then can travel to where they need to go."
"See to the plans then, Bloodthirst," Cyrus said as Mimi popped back in with four trunks.
"Here are Mistress Daphne's possessions and the Heir's library, Master."
"Thank you, Mimi that will be all," Cyrus said and the little elf popped away.
Bloodthirst shrunk the trunks, and handed them to Daphne who slipped them into her pocket as they headed to the door, "Please follow me."
The six humans followed the goblin out a side door, and were seated in carts. The carts took them down to the vaults. The ride took five minutes and when they climbed out of the carts they were in front of a door that had a lily engraved on it.
Bloodthirst slid his finger down the center of the door and smoke billowed out of a crack that formed. Then the vault door opened.
"Lord Potter, you may enter."
Harry looked at the door and then at Daphne, "Will you come in with me?"
"Of course, my lord," Daphne replied and the two of them entered the chamber.
To the right of the door was a pile of galleons that went up to their waist. To their left was an empty bookshelf and directly in front of them were three large steamer trunks, with a letter on top.
Harry walked over to the trunks and picked up the letter. It was covered in a fine layer of dust but he could make out his name on it. Opening it he started reading.
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My dearest son,
If you're reading this then what I saw in my vision has come to pass. These three trunks contain the items I told you about in my last letter, plus several hundred books and notes on magic. There are also a dozen photo albums of pictures of our family and friends. The blue trunk is yours, and the green is Daphne's. The books and notes with a few other items are in the black trunk. Touch your wand to the crest on each trunk and say 'shrink' and they will shrink down so you can place them in your pocket.
You may wonder why I never told anyone and the reason was when I tried to tell James and Sirius I wasn't able to say anything but once Sirius left and James and I were alone I was able to tell James. He tried to tell Sirius and instead of saying what he wanted suddenly they were talking Quidditch teams. So some type of magic was preventing us from talking about what we needed to say and the only thing we could think of was that if we didn't die, Voldemort wouldn't. Son, I'm so sorry.
Remember, Son, that we love you and want you to have a full life. This war is not your responsibly. Your responsibility is to the young woman standing at your side, and to your future children.
Daphne, please take of my baby, he's all I have left that I call family.
Live well my son and future daughter.
Your loving mother.
Lily.
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Shrinking the trunks, Harry slipped them in his pocket. The two headed back outside, and the door sealed behind them. Stepping into the carts where the Greengrasses and Bloodthirst waited he said, "We're ready, Bloodthirst."
With a nod the goblin put the carts in motion and they headed deeper into the warren of tunnels. After a fifteen minute journey they came to a stop outside of a pair of bronze doors covered in golden runes. Torches were lit, casting flickering shadows across the platform as they stepped out. Bloodthirst went to the door and banged on it. The door opened and another goblin came out.
"We're ready, Account Manager Bloodthirst."
"Good," turning he looked at the humans and said, "Say your goodbyes and then I'll take you back to the surface."
Harry watched as the Greengrasses hugged Daphne and then was surprised when Angela pulled him into a hug followed by a man hug from Cyrus. Two year old Angus grabbed Harry's glasses. Astoria laughed as she pulled them out of his little hands and gave them back to Harry.
"Take care of my sister," Astoria said as she gave a hug that would have rivaled one of Hermione's.
"I will," Harry replied as he hugged the girl back.
The two stood there as the Greengrasses entered the cart and it took off. Turning back to the door, they saw the goblin waiting for them. They both took a breath and then Harry picked up his backpack and they headed inside the chamber. The door sealed and they watched the goblin cut his hand and swipe it down the center of the doors and the runes lit up then he stepped to the left of the doors and swiped his hand through a single rune that Daphne said was the number fifteen.
"We are now under time dilatation. The frame of time is for fifteen months. When we leave only fifteen days will have gone by. Follow me to your quarters, where you can prepare for dinner. We will meet up for dinner where I'll introduce you to your five instructors, who will be teaching you Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, Runes, Herbology, Arithmancy, DADA, Muggle studies. Enchanting I'll be teaching you in about five months I hope. Before that, I'll be teaching you both estate management so you can handle your finances," the goblin said as they walked and he pointed out and said what each door was. Coming to a closed door, he pushed it open and they stepped into a sitting room. The room was marbled with a roaring fireplace on one wall with a pair of desks on another. A couch and love seat were placed where they faced the fireplace at an angle with a large furred skin between them. The furniture was of dark wood and bright colors for the cloth to offset them. The walls had portraits of outdoor scenes hanging on the walls. There was a pair of doors that were in the walls. One of the doors was between the two desks and a large double door directly across from them.
"That," pointing to the doors between the desks, "is a bathroom," as he walked across the room to the double doors and pushed them open, "This is your bedroom and there is a bathroom inside as well."
Harry blushed as he realized there was only one bed and it was a king size.
"Shouldn't we have two beds?" Harry asked.
Before the goblin could say anything, Daphne did, "We're betrothed, my lord. We will be sharing; but I warn you, we will not be having sex before the marriage," and she wanted to laugh as Harry turned bright red.
The goblin nodded and headed for the door out of the room, "Dinner is at six. It is now four. I'll expect you both to be there," he said as he stepped out and closed the door.
Harry looked at Daphne and then walked to the bed where he set the pack down and then pulled the three trunks out. Placing them against one of the walls he enlarged them while Daphne did the same with her trunks. The library ones she carried into the other room and placed it against the wall near the desks and activated it to resize. Inside the bedroom, Harry was putting his clothes away in the dresser and armoire that was on the right side of the room. Daphne came in and started on her clothes and soon everything was put away. By the time they finished it was nearing six so they decided to head to the dining room early.
Harry offered his arm to Daphne and the two headed back down the hall and stopped at the door that was labeled dining room. With a deep breath the two pushed the door opened and stepped inside. A long table, able to seat around twenty people was in the room. At one end of the hall was another door that was slightly open, and the smell of food cooking was coming from it. There was no one else in the room as of yet so Harry guided Daphne to the table and pulled out a chair for her.
"Not that one, Harry," she said and pointed to the one next to the end of the table and Harry quickly pulled it out and she sat down. Harry was about to sit on her side and she shook her head, "That one, Harry. You are a Lord. You sit at the head of the table."
Harry sat down at the end of the table and they talked until the door opened and the goblin came in that had shown them their rooms.
"Ahhh Lord Potter, you're on time," the goblin said He tapped the table and it shrunk down so it was big enough for eight instead of twenty. The other chairs floated to the wall and he sat down across from Harry.
"Well, Daphne said you should always be a little early when dealing with your race so we came early," Harry replied.
"She is knowledgeable in our ways. As I did not introduce myself I will now. My name is Thorncrusher."
"A pleasure…" Harry was about to say more when the door opened again and five humans came in and Harry turned pale at the sight of the red head.
"Harry?" William Weasley said as he looked at his brother's best friend.
"Hi, Bill," Harry replied.
"What are you doing here?" Bill asked as he sat down.
"It will be explained, Curse Breaker Weasley," Thorncrusher said as the rest of the humans sat down, "Lord Potter, Miss Greengrass, these are the rest of your tutors. Curse Breaker Weasley will be teaching you both Runes and Arithmancy," he said as he gestured to Bill and then continued, "Mrs. Lanlock here will be teaching you Potions, Herbology and Muggle Studies. She is an American muggleborn Potion mistress. Mr. Dwight is your transfiguration teacher and Mr. Brindle is your Charms teacher. Mrs. Holmes will be teaching you DADA, and is a healer as well. As you know, I'll be teaching you both Estate Management and Enchanting."
As Thorncrusher introduced each person they nodded their heads. After everyone nodded and spoke to Harry and Daphne, food appeared on the table and they started eating. The conversation was light and was on whatever subjects they liked. Mrs. Lanlock frowned at the words Lord Potter said about Potions and swore by the time she was finished, the boy would love it.
"Lord Potter, I will see you and Daphne at eight in the infirmary, where I'll be giving you both a checkup," Mrs. Holmes said as dinner wound down.
"Yes, Ma'am," Harry replied as Daphne nodded her head.
Harry and Daphne watched as everyone left but Bill and Thorncrusher.
"Lord Potter, you're schedules for training are on your desks. Please be prepared to start right after your checkups unless something comes up," Thorncrusher said as he stood up and left the room.
Bill waited until the door closed before turning to Harry, "Ok Harry what is going on? Why are you here and not at your aunts?"
Harry looked at the oldest Weasley and then replied, "How much will you report to Dumbles once we're out of here?"
"Nothing, due to my oaths," Bill replied.
Harry pulled the letter out and slid it across to the man. Bill picked up the letter and started reading and then he whistled, "Oh, man! I don't envy you when mum and Ginny find out. Nor Ron, with his temper."
Harry snorted and replied, "Like I care what that bloody traitor says."
Bill looked up at Harry's words and was about to ask when Harry spoke again.
"Ron has backstabbed me for the last time! Last year, when he wouldn't believe I didn't enter my name, and that I didn't want to compete; he turned the whole house against me. So fuck him!" Harry snapped in anger. "Sorry Daphne,"
"I don't blame you, My Lord," Daphne replied as she remembered how all four houses had turned on Harry, and then added, "I still don't see how he was the one you'd miss most during the second task."
Harry smirked, "I know! It pissed off Dumbles that I didn't rescue him but rescued Fleur's sister instead. I still say my argument was sound that he was Krum's thing he'd miss the most, since he is a rabid fan of his."
Bill started laughing as he stood up and handed the letter back, "I'll see you two tomorrow, have a good night."
Harry escorted Daphne back to their quarters and both headed for the desks and read their schedules.
"It's doable, but we will be very busy," Daphne said.
Harry nodded his head and watched as Daphne headed for the bedroom, "I'm going to get ready for bed. You should too, My Lord."
Harry blushed but followed his future wife after looking at the clock and seeing it was almost nine. Quickly gathering some sleeping clothes, he waited for Daphne to come out of the bathroom and then went in, changed and brushed his teeth. Going back to the bedroom, he noticed that the fireplace had a crackling fire in it. He walked around the bed and slid in next to Daphne who leaned over and for the first time kissed him on the lips. Before she could get settled in bed, he gave her his first gift from his pack. It was a gold journal and a silver fountain pen. Once he explained what they were for she smiled that lit up her face and kissed him again. With a wave of her hand, she turned the lamps down and settled into the bed. The would both spend a few minutes writing in the journal before blowing on the last page to dry them before closing them and placing them on the nightstands on either side of the bed and then Daphne gave him another kiss that curled his toes.
"Good night, My Lord," she said.
Harry sat there stunned as he touched his lips and then looked down at Daphne before settling in beside her, "Good night, Daphne; and you can call me Harry."
"Thank you, Harry," and with a sigh she and Harry fell asleep.
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Final Edit By TeNderLoin
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Harry Potter™ is a registered trademark and copyright (©) of J.K. Rowlings and all that crap. The only thing mine is the idea and several characters. Everything else is hers including all the money... Damn wish they'd share.