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A Blue Starred Sky

Chapter 2

Date: 4, August 2008 Entry Number: 193 Location: France (Maybe Paris?) Sewers

I remember, how not that long ago I could look up at the sky at night and watch the stars. Now, well, now it's just pitch black. Complete darkness is all that I can see when I look up now. It's depressing.

Mione says that it will be like this for roughly another fifteen years. I'm not sure how she does it. Looking at everything from a logical side, I mean. I've been told that I could be over emotional before by Dora. But I took it as her teasing me. Now? Well, I know it's only those two that's keeping me sane. That's not stopping me from falling apart.

Which reminds me. Alastor received word from France that Gabrielle Delacour is planning on joining the order. I'm not really sure how to face her, last time we spoke she broke down crying at Fleur's funeral, I mean, we all did. Fleur, Veela or not, was an amazing person who I could use many words to describe, and none would be negative. Add to that that the last four Weasleys died, and it's a day very few of us like to think of.

Doras still teaching me how to use sharp objects. Apparently, my talent as a Black really was unscratched because it turned into a real bonding experience for the two of us. Hermione still claims its barbaric, even if I know she really wanted to try using Gryffindor's sword at least once. The only reason I might agree with it being Barbaric is because Alastor and Filius started teaching me as well. Never ask a war veteran and a part goblin to teach you how to use sharp objects. If I thought Alastor was a slave driver before then now...honestly? Its terrefying how much it can hurt, even if there are clear results.

Apart from the usual battles with death eaters nothing major has really happened. Oh, there is some progress in our studies of the Dark arts. According to Daphne, it was a signature spell of Grindelwalds called 'Protego Diabolica'. While I have no intention of using dark arts with the exception of emergencies, I can openly claim that it's a spell that I intended to make my own after making it less of a fire hell spell.

As for our hiding place? Well, we've had better. After the Burrow we tried to use wards, but hiding and moving is the best defence. Even if I hate the sewers. At least we have air cleaning spells including those for the smell.

The temperature seems to have slightly dropped, this will probably be the worst Christmas yet. I still remember my first...well, the second Christmas with Mione if you don't count the one when I was less than one. We exchanged books, 'How to plan an essay' I think it was called, of course, I gave Mione a Hogwarts History rare edition. I swear by this point she has them all.

I think Susan just started telling another story of her Aunt's many heroics, I'm not keen on missing them so I'll leave the entry here. Sirius? I don't know if you can see me with all the lack of light down here, but I want you to know that I love you. I never got the chance to say how much it meant to me that you were willing to take me in and be my father figure...even if it later turned out to be that you were actually my father. Mischief managed I guess?

I never was much of a pranker...sorry Sirius...

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Having reached the conclusion that he was in fact, gender fluid, he moved his attention to probably much more important matters such as preventing the end of all life forms on the planet.

Not for the last time he was so glad that they had agreed that breaking in was a definite bad idea. Years of developing his sensibility to magic allowed him to know full well that, even if they did manage to break in, they would need the strength of at least a dragon to get out. That's how magically powerful the wards were.

Sighing not for the first time he moved his now dark blue fringe from his forehead as he walked towards Gringotts. His crystal blue eyes darted slightly anxiously as he remembered the last time he had walked this particular location. 2023 was it? He wasn't really sure. Even occlumency couldn't keep count of the time when he didn't look for months.

Composing himself he walked towards the gates, bowing slightly to each guard before continuing leaving slightly surprised goblins behind. Filius and Ragnok had taught him enough for him to know that respect was of huge importance for the goblin nation. They kind of had a give what you give idea of working.

''Good day guardian. May your enemies blood be spilled and gold fall into your vaults. If it pleases Gringotts, I wish to speak with King Ragnok as soon as he is available." Harry started explaining until the Goblin raised his eyebrow at the demand. "Please inform him that it involves the Potter, Black, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw vaults. I also wish to deposit a million galleons or so of my own for both investing and stock." He finished with a slightly amused smile. The best way to get things done with Goblins was either through money or friendship, the later being much harder to gain.

He nodded as his skin turned slightly pale before turning around and calling for one of the goblins. "He will take you right now to meet his majesty. I hope for your own neck that you speak the truth."

He followed him as they walked through a series of halls each more confusing than the previous one before reaching two grand doors, which slowly opened to an over-glorified desk.

"It has been years since a human has been foolish enough to summon the king of the goblins" The goblin said as he looked up from his desk.

"Its good to see you again King Ragnok" He said in amusement as the goblins eyebrow was raised in confusion"

"While I may be old I do not recall ever meeting you, and believe me. I do not forget the face of a client." He said before his face showed an expression of shock when Harry raised his left arm showing one of his rings. "How?" He almost stuttered.

"Tell me Ragnok. How familiar are you with dimensional time travel?" Harry asked enjoying every second of the Goblins expression.

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Almost eight hours later, a tired but satisfied Harry walked out of Diagon Ally into muggle London to get himself some lunch. He had told the king his story in less than an hour, but his reaction was still vivid in his own memory as if it had just happened.

"Demons?" The goblin asked with a tone not quite recognisable to Harry.

"Unfortunately" He answered.

"Up to what class?"

"He was foolish enough to go up to the tenth"

The goblins said something in his own language. He didn't need to understand to know he had sworn.

Demons were classified into eleven classes. One to four usually travelled in packs, and as long it wasn't a huge pack they were fairly easy to deal with as long as you could use magic. Class five to nine were dangerous but could be slain. That being said they required careful planning and analyzing to defeat. Class ten, well even Voldemort hadn't been foolish enough to summon another one

From what he had learnt, class eleven was the king of demons, and all-powerful to the point that it would be a miracle to survive even a glance at him. Class ten were the seven generals, and they answered to no one but their king. It was how Mione had died, battling one of those demons to a draw where they both were killed, not that demons were alive to start with, but Mione wasn't a witch to mess with. She had torn the one-kilometre tall demon apart molecule by molecule before succumbing from blood lose combined with both poison and magical fatigue, not to mention the injuries she had received.

Dora and even himself had often joked how she would make an awesome Dark Lady. Neither of them had realised how close to the truth they had been. The only attribute she really lacked was the killing, torturing and, well practically everything, but she had been terrifying on that battleground and even he, Master of Death, probably would have died, or just scraped the dead-line.

Shaking his head he ordered his meal trying to remember the smiling Hermione that he loved. He was going to change that fate here, and he needed to concentrate. He had already started setting up the stage to what would occur this year.

As he ate quietly rain started to fall on the window he was sitting next to. It had been cloudy ever since he had gotten here, but the view of clean, non-deadly rain was surprisingly relaxing compared to what he was used to. -Just another reason to keep on fighting - He thought slightly more happily.

She was now both legally and magically Violet Liliac Ravenclaw, Lady of the ancient house of Ravenclaw and heir to the ancient and noble house of Black. At least on paper that is. As in quite literally on paper, since her blood had officially written her as Lord. It seemed like she was actually having some form of luck for once.

In reality, she was Lord of Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Potter and Black, alongside being an honorary member of quite some few other houses such as Longbottom, Greengrass and Bones. Of course, the first thing he had done when he had gotten the paperwork sorted out created a trust bank for both Lily and Rose. The goblins would simply claim that there was a potter rule of family members receiving a trust fund if there wasn't a Patriarch for X number of years. Which wasn't lying, since he had added that rule just after making Rose his heir.

As for his name? Well, Mione and Dora had used Violet years ago...to come? Anyway, it was a name with a sentimental value, alongside Liliac that represented Spring, a new beginning and somewhat honoured his mother. He was still annoyed with James for not having bothered spending ONE HOUR to make sure that his wife and daughter had a safe and secure life.

Now he needed to sort out his resources, ignoring the fact that he had spent almost ten million on stocks for what was to come. He definitely needed new clothes. Female or not he hadn't gone shopping for over a decade, leaving most of his clothes in somewhat of a destroyed state with the number of times he had fought in them.

Tomorrow he would write a letter to Amelia Bones to finish setting up the stage before he started to build up different resources for the war to come.
Letting out a stresses breath he looked out of the window realising that the sky had started clearing out allowing the knight sky to be visible from the balcony. She hadn't seen such a beautiful night sky since...what? Almost thirty years ago?

Yes, this world Is definitely still worth fighting for.