Back on Grimauld Place in the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix a red haired woman was having another bad day. She hadn't had any peace or luck since Harry Potter had stepped into the house a month or so ago. She suspected the House elf to be behind it, but having no proof and being on a short leash by her husband, she couldn't do anything without getting into an even worse situation. The woman had been steaming in anger ever since the black haired teenager displayed his first disrespect when he didn't do what she told him to do. The woman was cooking dinner while muttering curses under her breath aimed at the boy.
What Molly Weasley didn't know was that she was being watched by the Black Family's House elf. The magical servant of the ancient family was angry with the deceiving woman he had been putting her back into her place with the help of the magic filled house. Sadly the current Lord of the House was none the wiser to the deceit against him and his Heir. The old elf had realized that everyone who stands on their side gets a target mark on their back. He was scared he will lose his current Lord because they had been plotting against him since they came to the House. He and the House had been gathering evidence against them ever since their plotting became evident to them.
Upstairs in a red and gold room two males were sitting on the bed beside each other. Sirius Black was paying great attention to his friend's Remus Lupin's words as he gave him the new informations he had gathered from the werewolves.
"Mordon's pack is great in numbers and strength, but they said they wouldn't side with Dumbledore because after the first war they were promised a forest where they could live in peace away from others without the Ministry of Magic trying to break them in to fall into line with them as something less than them." explained the blonde haired man. "And to tell you the truth after he told me everything that had happened to them since the first fall of You-Know-Who even though they sided with Dumbledore I can't scorn them. They had been belittled, robed and used as example of how bad werewolves are. The worst is there had been instances where their children were kidnapped only to be returned after they had been senselessly beaten."
The black haired pureblood nodded his head deep in thought. He had tasked his friend and only real confidant to look into things for him. The werewolf had gathered all the information that was relevant to every question and so far the news he had been able to give the animagus were grim at best and stomach turning at worst. The ex-prisoner had shared his suspicion of Dumbledore's less than clear intentions about the things he claimed and tasked the other Marauder with looking into every individual case personally. He had told Lupin to approach these people and talk to them face to face and then with the help of a couple of loyal attorneys the Black Lord had pointed out to him he was to delve into official files to back up or throw off every claim. So far every one of them had been the dark truth. "So our werewolf friends had been tricked, betrayed, used and cast aside like they were no more than tools that he had no need for." grumbled the Lord. His anger ignited his magic that had only been used for transformation for long years, making his eyes glow.
"Yes!" nodded the now golden eyed man. The usually calm man's other side was right under the surface growling angrily with every injustice they had discovered since the beginning of the last summer.
"We need an ally." said the black haired male. "Someone who cannot be bribed and wouldn't betray us no matter what." he thought for some time then an idea came to him. "Kreacher." he called.
The House elf popped into the warded room with ease then bowed to his Lord. "Yes Master?"
"Your loyalty still lies with the Black Family, right?"
"Yes Master, Kreacher is only loyal to Black Family and Lord." answered the elf seriously. He wanted his Lord to know he has his complete loyalty. The old elf had been surprised when he heard his Lord let out a sigh of relief. "Is there something wrong Master?"
"Yes, there is Kreacher." began the dog Animagus resignedly. "You know I opened the Black Family House up for my guests, but we have been suspicious of some of the things they did so we began to look into it. As it turns out they had been planning my untimely and early demise for some time now. I don't know if they had been targeting Harry too or if his position as my Heir protected him somewhat. What we uncovered so far had been anything, but good. It seems that Dumbledore and Molly are trying to set up a marriage contract for Harry and Ginny, but to be able to push it through they need me six feet under first." here he stopped to take a deep breath and give the elf time to take it all in for a couple of moments. "We have been talking to people, who on Dumbledore's side in the first war and most of them had been used as tools and they had been thrown aside since their usefulness to the Headmaster had ended. So far everyone we talked to had denied to follow Dumbledore, but they would follow us no matter what for we have been the only ones who gave them the time of the day by talking to them civilly, but that's not enough. We need the Black Family lawyers help in cementing our cases so no one can dismiss them and sadly our allies and Remus himself would be sent away if he tried anything."
The magical servant listened patiently until his Lord stopped talking then he asked his question. "What can Kreacher do to help Master?" he had uttered that question timidly for he had never had a good, deep bond with his current Master like he had with the late Master Regulus so he had been paved when the man suddenly gave him one big hug. It shocked him so much that he had not been able to react to his Lord.
"I'm sorry Kreacher." said the Lord of the House embarrassedly. "I couldn't control myself."
"It is alright Master. Master is Lord of House Master makes the rules."
The rebellious man smiled warmly at the elf then he got to the point he had been slowly getting to. "I need your help in contacting our lawyers and setting them to begin working on our cases and I will need your help to give them all the information we discover on the way. It would be too suspicious for Dumbledore and his lackeys if Remus visited them too many times. I need you to supervise them and get back to me with everything they discover and to know when we have a fool proof case for any of them." after he got to the end of his explanation he stopped to wait for his House elf's reaction.
The old servant couldn't believe his luck. His Master had been aware of the danger and had been working against it for some time now. Master isn't stupid realized the elf Master just plays stupid with this realization the elf nodded his head. "Kreacher helps Master."
"Thank you!" whispered the emotional man then he cleared his throat. "I will call you later when we put together everything we know so far then I will tell you who you need to give it."
"Yes Master." and with that the elf popped out of the room to go back to making the red haired woman's day as bad as he could without anyone being suspicious of him having anything to do with it.
Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his office eating lemon drops while he was penning the marriage contract he wanted to put in before the Potter boy came back from the summer vacation after his current school year, but before he could sign it he had to make sure Sirius Black dies before the end of term for it needs some time to push through the legal papers in Gringotts to become the Boy-Who-Lived' magical guardian. He had tried before but the goblins told him rather gleefully that he has no right to do so for the boy has legal guardian and as long as they are alive he has no room to ask for it. He had hoped for Black's death since then, but the damn pureblood had been quit resilient. He was sure his latest plan will come to fruition and he will have the boy under his control soon enough.
The old wizard was not afraid of the black haired man for he had never been smart enough to see through the manipulations so he will not see it now either. The only problem currently posed to the plan was the werewolf. He had always been careful around the damn creature, but for the past year or so he had been suspicious of him and his motives. He had been avoiding him and the people loyal to him. It had been worrying for he had no idea what he was thinking for no one could use Legilimence on werewolves for the wolf part of them protects their mind from even the strongest of attacks without anyone getting in and then the worst part is that the wolf part forces its way into the attackers mind and lets the human part look around for information that's why there was none who would try to read a werewolf's mind.
The Headmaster turned back to the contract he had been writing for some time now. He had to make sure it was fool proof because there was no way he wanted the boy to deny the money he wants to claim from the Potter wealth for himself. He won't take everything, just half of it, the other half will be in Miss Ginevra's hand for they couldn't let the boy have control over it.
In the Gryffindor tower most of the red clad students had been walking on eggshells since the Opening Feast where a serious and deep running power play began to take place between two of their Housemates. It was hard on them for everyone who took a clear side even just once had been forced to stand by that side so most of them tried to hold their heads down and avoid the fractions. They had even came up with names for the sides to be able to tell them apart without having to call names. The first one which is led by a trio, namely Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter had been dubbed Political fraction. The second is led by Ron and Ginny Weasley and they dubbed that Vicious fraction for they had been attacking everyone, who's against them because they can do it without getting caught. They had cursed the Headmaster many times since the beginning of the school year for giving the red haired boy a Prefect badge.
A small group of boys were standing before the stairs leading up to the dormitories. They were about to walk up when someone shouted from behind them. "Get down!" they instinctively threw themselves to the ground only to feel the breeze of something flying over their heads then they heard a loud shattering. Looking up they saw a broken vase lying on the ground in front of them. Then they heard the commotion coming their way.
Harry Potter was having a really bad day right now. He had woke up with a nausea which sent him to the bathroom where he promptly threw up until there was nothing left in his stomach. He had been having a hard time again with keeping his food down. Neville had to physically help him this morning with getting dressed. Then he had to force the breakfast down before he had to go to classes. He had DADA today and Umbridge tried to rile him up again. She hadn't been successful, but it had been tiring not reacting to her openly disrespecting him and his family. Luckily Neville hadn't left his side and made sure he was calm and collected. Then after surviving that class and lunch the two youngest Weasley had come at him again to try to break his friendship with Neville and Hermione. Their arguing got to the point where Ginny physically threw a vase across the Gryffindor common room nearly hitting a couple of boys.
Hermione, who had seen it too had taken it upon herself to make order again. Her wand was out in her hand in a matter of seconds. "Petrificus Totalus!" shouted the Prefect. "I've enough of your attitude Ginny." growled the frizzy haired girl. "We're going to McGonnagall." Before the girl could lift the younger up with her wand the other Weasley had to say his two knuts too.
"You're not taking my sister anywhere!"
"Yes, I am. She had been acting violently, her actions could have hurt someone." answered the girl with a steely voice.
"I'm going to come with you." grumbled the red haired boy then so softly that the other three didn't hear he whispered to his sister. "I will get you out of this."