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Harry Potter
Up Yours Dumbles
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Chapter Two
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Harry yawned and felt a weight on his chest. Looking down he could make out Daphne's blond hair as she used his chest as a pillow. He then looked around the room and then picked up his wand off the end table. He did a tempus spell and saw it was a little after six. Dismissing the spell he lay there with his arm around Daphne and thought of the last twenty-four hours and how his life had changed.
"Good morning, Harry," Daphne mumbled as she rolled back onto her side of the bed and sat up.
"Good morning, Daphne. Sleep well?" Harry asked.
"Yes, I did," replied with a smirk, "I had a very comfortable pillow."
Harry smiled and then leaned over and kissed her cheek before climbing out of bed and heading into the bathroom where he peed. Washing his face and brushing his teeth he was surprised when Daphne walked in with her clothes and started undressing.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Harry stammered.
"I am going to take a shower," Daphne replied.
She was watching him and realized she was going to give him a treat.
"Let me leave," Harry said as he quickly rinsed his mouth and headed for the door.
"Harry," Daphne said with smirk on her face as she held the top of her gown closed and then released it.
Harry stopped and turned around and saw that she had dropped her dressing gown. He spun around quickly and he heard her musical laugh as he went through the door, blushing as brightly as a ripe tomato.
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Devon Blackshire checked the paper and frowned. In three articles there were comments about Harry Potter. Pulling a highlighter his wife had given him he highlighted each article for the lawsuit that would be filed against the Daily Prophet. In the last four days since Lord Potter and his intended had gone under time dilation there had been nine articles slandering one of their majority owners. Filing the papers with the others he wrote up his report for Bloodthirst and his recommendations. Placing the files together he walked down the hall to Bloodthirst's office and knocked.
"Enter," came from the other side and he opened the door and stepped in.
"Account Manager Bloodthirst, I have my report on the slander of Lord Potter by the Daily Prophet," Devon reported.
Bloodthirst took the report and started reading it. With a nod he said, "Serve them."
"As you command, Sir," Devon replied as he opened the door and went back to his office and picked up the file.
Five minutes later saw Devon opening the door to the paper and he went inside. Behind a desk sat a woman he didn't know but knew she was a secretary for the paper.
Going up to her he said, "Good afternoon. I am here on the orders of your majority shareholder. I'd like to see Barnabas Cuffe."
"Yeah, sure you are," the woman said as she popped her gum.
Leaning on the desk, he whispered, "Miss, I suggest you get Cuffe if you want to keep your job."
The woman looked at the man with a half blown bubble and then she stood up and went through the door behind her.
Devon waited and five minutes later the woman was back, "Mr. Cuffe will see you."
"Good," Devon replied and followed the woman to the back and up a set of stairs to a door that said 'Chief Editor, Barnabas Cuffe ESQ.' on it.
Going through the door he saw Cuffe and Rita Skeeter and he snarled at the woman, "Get out!"
"Now see here! You can't tell her to leave," Cuffe snapped out.
"She gets out of here or I'll have her crushed like a bug," Devon snarled in anger and Rita blanched, grabbed her quill and paper and fled the room.
Slamming the door, Devon pulled out his wand and cast several detection spells that picked up two recording charms and a listing charm. Quickly deactivating them he turned back to the man and snapped out, "Are you bloody stupid to piss off your majority owner, or do you even know who it is?"
Cuffe looked pissed as he snapped out, "Of course I know. The ministry owns the most shares and…"
"No, they don't own the most shares. The most shares are owned by a Most Ancient and Noble House at forty-nine percent. Congratulations, you pissed off the Heir of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter. Now what are you going to do?" Devon demanded.
"Impossible! They only own twenty percen…"
"Over the last thirteen years, as shares came onto the market, Account Manager Bloodthirst bought them up for the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter, on the orders of the late Lord James Potter. Now, I ask what are you going to do? Are you going to continue to slander the Heir of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter, or are you going to defend the house and not print slander against the heir? Decide now, so we know whether to fire your arse," Devon demanded.
Barnabas paled under the assault and nodded his head, "We will stop… but what do we do about the ministry when they demand we print something about Heir Potter?"
"You tell them the majority owner ordered you to cease printing slander against the Heir of Potter. If you print something tell them you need to see a pensive memory of the said item they want printed. Just so you know, Heir Potter has never spoken with anyone on how he feels about anything, including all the lies that Rita printed during the tournament. You don't need to mention that he is the owner. Just say that the owner is a Most Ancient and Noble House. Cite that you're under oath if you have too. Now as to Rita, we know she is an unregistered Animagus and her form is a water beetle. Keep her under control, or we will," Devon said as he turned and left the sweating man behind him. Storming passed Rita he headed back to the bank to report to Bloodthirst.
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Harry stood at his dresser and looked at the ring box sitting on top. Opening it he flashed back to the day before and his conversation about the rings.
"Lord Potter, I would suggest for now putting on the Heir's ring that way the protections around your home where your aunt lives won't fall. After you marry and come back you switch the rings, putting the Lord's ring on. Then we'll send you one month back in time. The protections will fall but you will still have the month to get out of the UK.
Harry looked at the three rings and then picked up the smaller ring and slid it on his index finger and he felt the warmth of the magic of the old ring flow through his body and a voice welcoming him as the heir.
Snapping the ring box closed he slid it into the top drawer and then changed his clothes as he waited for Daphne so they could go to breakfast. Daphne came out twenty minutes later looking breathtaking. Taking her arm they walked back to the dining room where they found Mrs. Holmes and Mrs. Lanlock talking and eating.
"Good morning," Harry said as he helped Daphne sit and then slid in beside her.
"Good Morning, Lord Potter, Miss Greengrass," both replied as they went back to eating and talking.
As soon as they were finished eating they followed Mrs. Holmes to the infirmary where the exam was going to take place. Bill and Thorncrusher were waiting for them. A block of granite that was the large as a single bed was in the center of the room covered in silver runes.
"Good morning, Harry, Daphne," Bill said as Thorncrusher grunted and took a sip of his drink.
"Morning," the two replied as Mrs. Holmes started talking.
"Lord Potter, I have the results of your abilities test that Account Manager Bloodthirst did on you. With the help of Miss Greengrass, Mr. Weasley and Thorncrusher we will remove the Horcrux first out of your scar and then the blocks on your magic. I will then do a complete physical on you and assign you potions that you will take every day until I discontinue them. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am," Harry replied and then asked, "What do you need me to do?"
Hanging him a loincloth she said, "I need you to strip, and put this on. Then come back in here and lay on the runic bed."
Harry took the cloth behind the screen that Mrs. Holmes had pointed to and removed all his clothes. It took a few minutes for him to figure out how to tie the loin cloth and with a blush he stepped out from behind the screen and he was looking right at Daphne and saw the shock on her face but it was Bill who said anything.
"Merlin's bloody ball sack Harry. What the hell, happened to you?"
"English enough, Bill? As to what happened to my so loving muggle family," Harry said as he sat on the runic bed and then laid down. He was looking at Daphne and he saw the tears at the corner of her eyes, "It's ok."
Daphne shook her head and replied, "No its not. No one should be treated the way you have been."
Harry reached out and squeezed her hand as Thorncrusher stepped over holding a bowl in his hand.
"Lord Potter, I am going to be painting some runes on your body so we can remove the horcrux from you. It will take about fifteen minutes with the help of Curse breaker Weasley. When finished, Miss Greengrass will lay her hands together on your chest over your heart while Weasley will stand at your head with his hands holding your head still. I'll be at your feet holding them while I chant the removal curse. We will then direct the curse into a prepared item and that item will be used to find the others. Do you have any questions?"
"How long will it take?" Harry asked.
"About an hour. Sometimes more, sometimes less. We shall see," Thorncrusher replied.
"Then let's do this," Harry said and Bill and Thorncrusher started painting runes on his body.
The runes were a made from a silverish mixture that kind of looked like unicorn blood, and he would have been right if he had known. It was freely given blood meant for this one thing: to destroy horcruxs. Unicorns are the personification of light as the horcruxs are for the dark. The runes started at his feet and went up his legs to his belly, to his chest down both arms and hands which were in rope loops that ran under the bed. More runes were painted on his neck, face and forehead and then they were finished. Mrs. Holmes positioned Daphne's hands over his heart and then stepped to the wall and sat in one of office chairs while Bill and Thorncrusher took their places.
"Miss Greengrass, whatever you do. Don't let go," Thorncrusher said and before he started chanting Harry noticed runes on Daphne's arms as well.
Pain. That was all Harry knew for the next seventy minutes as they fought to pull the horcrux out of his scar. Pain so severe that his body arched up off the bed even with Daphne's hands pressed to his chest trying to hold him down. Then with a final bout of excruciating pain, his body dropped back to the bed and the foreign soul was yanked out of his skull and deposited inside the goblin made compass that was going to be used to point to the rest of Tom Riddle's soul anchors.
During the whole time, tears were running down Daphne's face. Not because she loved him; but because of the pain he was going through. When it was finished she almost collapsed but Bill caught her and helped her to a chair. He handed her a pepper up potion. As the steam came out of her ears, Mrs. Holmes moved in and was working on a very magically depleted Lord Potter. Within minutes, his energy was going up as the healer fed him pepper ups and then Thorncrusher and Bill moved back in and started removing the bindings on Lord Potter's magic because being magically depleted it wouldn't hurt as much. After another fifteen minutes both curse breakers had collapsed in chairs at either end of the runic bed where they two took the pepper up potions to rebuild their energy.
"Will he be ok?" Daphne asked.
"He will be fine Miss Greengrass. All he needs now is rest. In a few minutes we will have him transported back to your rooms, where he can rest and recover," Thorncrusher replied.
"I don't know about you, Master Thorncrusher but I am to bed," Bill Weasley said as he stood up and headed for the door.
"As am I, Master Weasley," Thorncrusher replied as he climbed to his feet and followed.
"Tappy," Mrs. Holmes called out and an elf appeared.
"You called, Mrs. Holmesie?" the elf asked.
"Yes, please transport Lord Potter to his bed for me," Mrs. Holmes ordered and then turned to Daphne and waved her wand over the young lady, "Miss Greengrass, I suggest you get some sleep. You're energy levels are just as low as Lord Potters."
Standing up, Daphne felt weak but she replied, "I think I will."
Daphne walked to her suite keeping her hand on the wall and was soon in the bedroom. Harry was under the covers gently snoring. She was glad that he wasn't very loud, even as exhausted as he was. Going to her side of the bed she slid under the covers and checked on Harry and saw he was in his pajamas and all the runes were gone and that's when she noticed the ones that had been on her arms were gone as well. Settling down with her head on his chest she listened to his heartbeat and then knew no more as sleep took her.
Eight hours later an elf popped in and woke the two up. Handing them a vial each, she said, "Mrs. Holmesie said you were to drink these and come to dinner."
"Thank you, we will be right there," Daphne said as she shook Harry awake and handed the potion to him.
Harry pressed his hand to his head and mumbled, "Did anyone get the plates of that lorry?" as something was pressed into his hand.
Looking down in his hand he saw a vial and opened it and then downed it. He felt the familiar feeling of steam come from his ears and his body seemed to respond to the potion.
"Ahhh that's better," he said as he looked around and then asked, "Did it work?"
"It did, Harry; but you screamed in so much pain! I thought it was going to kill you then you lurched upwards in the middle of your body, this black mist came out of your scar and was sucked into something the goblins had by your head. Thorncrusher said it was gone and then they removed all the blocks on your magic," Daphne replied and then she hugged her future husband
Harry wrapped his arms around Daphne and just held her as she cried. Her thin frame shook in his arms so he started running his hand up and down her back as he whispered that he was ok and everything would be better now. Eventually the tears subsided and she released him so he did the same.
"I need to clean up. I'm a mess… I'm always a mess if I cry," Daphne said as she went towards the bathroom.
"Daphne, you're not a mess. You're as pretty as the day I first saw you four years ago at your sorting.
Daphne turned and smiled, "Thank you."
He watched as the door closed and he then started changing into his regular clothes. Ten minutes later the bathroom door opened and Daphne came out wearing a bathrobe and quickly picked out clean clothes to wear. She put on a pastel blouse and skirt that highlighted her eyes and then he offered her his arm and they headed towards the dining room to eat dinner.
They walked in and took the seats they had sat at the day before, and everyone asked how they were feeling. They replied that they were both fine but still tired. Then Mrs. Holmes pulled her wand out and did a few diagnostics on the two teens. She informed Daphne she should be back to full strength by morning but it would be another thirty-six hours, minimum, until Harry would be. After eating a full meal as suggested the two retired to their rooms and opened the trunks that Harry's mother had left them. Inside two of them were strangely made helmets that kind of looked like Norman Crusader helmet with a small bowl on the crown. Both were covered in runes on the inside and out. Also in the trunks were hundreds of vials of memories along with a pair of books. One listed what each memory was and the other was a small book on how to use the helmets. The third trunk contained a huge library of magical books covering all the subjects taught at Hogwarts and then some! Things like enchanting, healing, magical painting and many more. There were also two very large vials about the size of quart mason jars. They were labeled as the memories of Lily and James Potter to be poured on their portraits at Winter Haven. The house that James and Lily had set up as their retreat was located in Alaska, and would be their home once they left the United Kingdom.
Harry and Daphne looked at the list of memories and saw that they were numbered. So picking up the helmets they slipped them on and sat on the loveseat and faced each other as the book said. Harry took the vial from Daphne and poured it into the small cup on the top of the helmet and then let her do the same to his. They then both closed their eyes and their mind was inside the memory.
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Memory
Harry and Daphne blinked their eyes and they found themselves standing in a room. As they watched a door opened and Lily and James Potter walked into the room and sat on the couch facing them.
"Harry, Daphne, thank you for doing as I asked. I know it's left you lots of questions on your part, and a little anger on Daphne's being engaged to our son. Daphne, I want to say I am so sorry your choice was taken away from you by your grandfather and Harry's but remember this, Harry is not to blame. You should have grown up together but Dumbledore sealed our will which would have made your parents his guardian. You would have had three more years to get to know each other but with what happened during the tri-wizard tournament that has accelerated the marriage of you two," Lily said.
"Harry, from what your mother has seen. That young lady sitting next to you is special, treat her right. In the trunk you'll find all the journals of House Potter. Read them. Study them. Learn from them. They will get you both far and life. The trunk also contains all the books for the heir to learn all he needs to know about how to run the house. Harry, Daphne, this is not your war. Please, by the Goddess, stay out of it! Stay safe, and don't believe Dumbledore when he mentions a prophecy about you and Voldemort. It was given by a hack and a fraud," James said.
"My darling boy, how I wish I was there to say those words. Stay safe, live a long life and give me… No give us lots of grandchildren. Never forget us," Lily said as she wiped a tear away from her cheek.
"Harry before we let you go I am sure you saw the two large bottles of memories. When you get to Winter Haven, you will find a portrait of each of us and a larger one between them that is empty. Pour the memories on each picture, just make sure you pour my memories on mine," James said with a grin and then added, "Tap the picture with your wand after you pour the memories on, and say, 'hauriendum animatum imago' which in English means animate image. This will allow the picture to absorb and animate the memories. It will take about thirty days before they soak up enough ambient magic before they become fully awake. These memories were taken up to the morning of the day we died and then once we died one of our elves put them in the trunk and deposited the trunks in your mother's vault as he was ordered to do. Goodbye, my son, and live well."
Harry and Daphne felt the magic of the helmets recede and they found themselves looking at each other. Carefully removing the helmets they poured the memories back into the vials and restored them.
"That was interesting," Harry said as he looked at the vial, and then added, "They really loved me."
"Yes, they did. Never forget that. We're going to do as they asked. Get out of the UK and live the life they wanted us to," Daphne replied and then leaned over and hugged her fiancée.
Harry returned the hug, and then a massive yawn came out of him. He apologized as Daphne stood up and dragged him into the bedroom where they readied for bed. Ten minutes later they were sound asleep.
The next morning had Daphne back to full power and Harry still dragging. After a quick meal, they headed back to their room where Daphne sent Harry back to bed as she sorted through her belongings. She woke Harry for lunch. Aterwards, they used the helmets to see the second memory which was given by Nicolas Flamel on magical theory. The three hour long lecture gave both of the teen's new insights about magic and how it worked. Dinner was a chore for both of them as they answered questions on their schooling which had the foreign taught tutors livid at the appalling lack of knowledge taught at was what was supposed to be the 'premier school of magic,' or so said Dumbledore. One thing which was determined, was that by the time they left time dilation, both would be ready to take the ICW standard OWLs in the United States and with the way they would be taught, their NEWTS the following year if they followed the guidelines as they had been laid out.
After dinner, Harry crashed while Daphne read a romance novel written by a famous witch. Mimi had packed all her books as well as her belongings, so even though she had read them all before she would be able to have some leisure reading, not like she was able to at Hogwarts because of her head of house. She was still pissed that he had burned the twelve books she had brought with her the first year. That was another thing that annoyed her, his attitude towards her intended. It started in their first class and him asking OWL and NEWT questions of him.
Morning found Harry up before Daphne and dressed. He was going through the books from the third trunk when Daphne came out. He stood and gave her a peck on the cheek, wishing her good morning. Both headed for breakfast where Mrs. Holmes did another check on both of them. It shocked her when she found Harry was at full strength. A schedule for their training was laid out as follows:
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Monday: Morning Transfiguration, Afternoon Charms
Tuesday: Morning Herbology, Afternoon Potions
Wednesday: Morning Arithmancy, Afternoon DADA
Thursday: Morning Muggle Studies, Afternoon Estate Management/Enchanting
Friday: Morning Astronomy, Afternoon Self-study/Homework
Saturday: Morning Self-Study, Afternoon Homework
Sunday: Day off
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Both of them looked at the list and then Harry asked, "Who will be teaching us Astronomy?"
"I will," Bill said as he looked up from his breakfast, "I have an O NEWT in the subject."
"But how will you teach it? We're way underground? How come only two subjects a day?" Daphne asked.
"One of the room's ceilings is set up to show the night sky from different Gringotts locations. We will be able to use that to keep you up to date on the course. It's similar to what the great hall's ceiling is like, but we will be able to use it at any time due to the magic of the room, As to only two subjects the classes will run from 8am to 12 and 1 to 5 each day so basically you will be doing four classes a day," Bill replied as he took a sip of his coffee.
"Thank you, Bill;" Harry replied and then said to Daphne, "It's going to be a busy fifteen months. I think if we do any assigned homework right away, then afterwards we can do a pensive memory before we retire."
"I agree. Those pensive helmets your mother designed are amazing," Daphne said.
"Pensive helmets?" Bill asked in confusion.
Harry turned back to Bill and replied, "Yes, they're a set of helmets covered in runes. They kind of look like the old crusader helmets that the crusaders wore in the holy land during the wars back in the twelfth century I think it was. On top of the helmet is a small bowl that you pour the memory into and then you watch it as well as learn anything in the memory. Yesterday we watched a three hour memory of Nicolas Flamel on magical theory. It was amazing."
"Can I see them?" Bill asked and then the rest of the tutors asked as well.
"Sure let me go get them, I'll meet you in the lounge room," Harry replied and left the dining room.
Everyone headed for the lounge and was sitting waiting when Harry came back in with the trunks shrunken in his hand. He set them down, enlarged them and opened them and handed the helmets to the teachers.
Bill whistled as he examined the runes on the helmet while Thorncrusher looked at the one he was holding. He then passed the helmet to his colleague as he took the book that Harry held out to him. With a quick wave of his wand he made copies of the book and handed them out for everyone to examine, as the helmets made their way around the room. Mrs. Lanlock was looking at the list of memories. She was surprised at the topics, as she was a muggleborn from the United States.
"If you learn all this, you're going to be able to do almost anything in the mundane, or the magical world."
"That's what we were thinking. But to be honest, some of it scares me. Why should I know how to shoot a rifle or pistol? I don't want to shoot anyone. Their illegal here in the UK," Harry replied.
"Yes, here. But in the states, it's one of our rights being a citizen of the country. It'sthe second amendments to the constitution of the United States of America. From what we were briefed, you both will have citizenship once you finish inside here," Mrs. Lanlock said.
"Besides, guns are not just for killing humans. A lot of people use them for hunting, home defense and just for fun shooting. My father is in law enforcement in Portland, Oregon, but is an avid hunter and loves to target shoot," the healer replied.
"I see," Harry said, and then wondered if Voldemort could be taken out with a gun.
The conversations ran half the day, and then Harry and Daphne left to take the trunks back to their rooms. There they spent time going over the third and fourth memory which dealt with Runes and Arithmancy. By the time they were finished, Harry had a basic start on the third year level in both subjects. He and Daphne talked about them because Daphne had taken both as her electives, too. Dinner came and went, and Daphne started tutoring Harry in the two subjects using her third year books. Harry excelled at arithmancy because of his former mundane math classes and it was one of the ones he was good at but couldn't show it. He would lie in his cupboard going over math problems in his head. Runes were a lot harder for him because it was a basically a foreign language. It wasn't that it was a new language but that there were multiple ones all dealing in the same subject. Harry determined that he was going to do well in the tutoring by Daphne and teaching by Bill in the subject. He wished he had at least taken arithmancy in third year instead of listening to Ron and he wondered why he did. Many things with Ron had him confused, but he was over it as he would never trust Ron again. His biggest regret was Hermione. She had tried to stick with him but the peer pressure from the house really devastated her, forcing her to turn her back on him.
That night as they slept, memories started filtering back to him as the ritual that had removed the bindings on him also destroyed the memory charms that had been cast on him. When he woke up the next morning he was seething in anger at Dumbledore at what had been done to him.
Harry talked with Bill and he suggested that both of them learn Occlumency, and said that Mrs. Holmes knew the subject and probably had books on it. That's when Daphne said she knew it and had the books in her trunk. Harry wanted to sigh in frustration, but one look into Bill and Daphne's faces he nodded his head and added it to the things he would need to learn. The rest of Sunday flew by with both of them learning more via the helmets and when they went to bed early that night on the suggestion of Bill because the following day was the start of their new life.
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Edit By TeNderLoin
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