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A Blue Starred Sky

Chapter 5

Date: 23 December 2022 Entry Number: 353 Location: Britain, Hogwarts grounds

He let out an almost inhuman scream as he cut the last one down. The lights disappearing from the artificial figure's eyes before him as it fell into two separate halves.

"We finished setting up the initial wards Harry, thought next time you really shouldn't scream in a fit of craziness, I might just mistake you for a Black" Narcissa commented in amusement as Harry leaned on the embedded blade.

"Sorry, force of habit" He apologised, but she had already turned her head, looking at the slightly damaged castle in front of them.

"Never thought I'd ever set foot here again." She said in a slightly distracted tone, something that was incredibly rare from the former Malfoy.

"I know what you mean, even now I'm still feeling the magic accepting me. Almost like I'm returning home" He said wistfully as she nodded in understanding.

"While I'm nowhere near as sensitive, or for that matter recognised by Hogwarts, I can also feel a similar sensation. I'm honestly curious as to what reformed the inactive wards."

"Want to find out?" Harry asked her as she raised an eyebrow.

"Should I fetch Luna and Gabrielle?"

"Not yet, while I don't want us to become too relaxed I think we've earnt ourself's some rest."

"That's good to hear" A familiar dream-like voice said as it's source skipped down the pathway."I was starting to really reach my limit."

"Sor-" He started saying, but was interrupted by the younger women.

"It's okay" She said bluntly looking at him directly in the eye."I know you wouldn't work us to the limit if it wasn't necessary." She said kindly. "Thought you may have slightly gone overbored." She said looking at the surrounding ground, with a slightly amused tone.

There were heaps of metallic bodies, most humanoid, some few much bigger, and usually more powerful. Honestly? He had gone slightly overbored. But his magic had been like a volcano, excited to see Hogwarts after over two decades.

"What is it? Pick on little Harry day?" He said as he rubbed the top of her head in an affectionate manner, effectively messing the already mess she had.

Narcissa decided not to comment on the action. Such an occurrence had become common between the two. Harry was the eldest brother that would spoil her rotten, and Luna was the younger sister that could easily destroy half a country if you messed with her brother. It was actually greatly amusing to watch, and she was slightly jealous. Not that she would say it out loud. She was more than happy to take up the strict Aunt that she played a part of, even if she was fairly certain that only Dobby half believed it. That bull of feather's belonging to Harry even had the audacity to land on her head whenever she went overbored with the act.

"While I'm not sure about the day, you definitely are little" She said doing exactly the same action that he had done to Luna" While not feminine, after fifth year he had grown to be greatly androgynous, reaching just over her neck in height.

"Rub it in why don't you" He said in an adorable pout...as long as you ignored the huge sword that was now in his left hand. But such oddities were something she was accustomed to.

"Hey! You three hurry up! I'm starving, and I don't care what Dobby sais. You get her in one minute or I'm eating without you!" Gabrielle shouted from the top of the hill just passed the entrance of the castle.

"We going now! Don't you dare touch that food before we get there!" Luna shouted back just as childish as the younger women, running up the hill as the two 'Adult's' of the group followed with equal amusement.

"You can run as well Harry" Narcissa commented.

"Hey!" Harry said indignantly, even if he was worried that they would eat all the food. It had happened before.

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"Thank you for making it so soon Violet." Amelia said to the almost 14-year-old girl in front of her.

"No problem. I was the one that asked you to look into this after all." She commented but Amelia simply shook her head as they both sat down.

"No, the law clearly states that we can not hold someone without evidence for more than two weeks. And it is, in fact, punishable with two decades in Azkaban if you send someone to Azkaban without a trial for more than three days with exception to wartime. Under our own laws, the hole ministry should be there." She said as she let out a sigh.

"Let me guess.'Absolutely not Amelia! It would destroy my perfect image if word got out that Black when there without a trial. It's fine anyway, he was you know whos right-hand man, even though we never actually had any evidence apart from the summer that he was the Potters secret keeper and that he's a black. Now run alone so that I can get bribed by Malfoy or some other Death eater that was obviously imperiused' or something like that." Violet commented in a slight monotone manner as Amelia groaned.

"While not so direct, yes, that is pretty much what he said. My hands are in fact tied up. I'll get fired if I try to reopen the file." She commented in great annoyance towards the minister.

"Pity, while expected I was really hoping we could get him out legally. Oh well. Which reminds me, how's the Quidditch cup security going?"

"Slow, but I'm at least having some progress there. I had to make it so it seemed like a practice course for new graduates. I'm hoping that Alastor's protege will make the difference." Amelia said to herself as she rubbed her templates, not realising Violet's momentarily tensed body.

"I see, hopefully, it will make the necessary difference." Harry said in a slight emotionless tone.

"I hope it does, Fudge forced Alastor to retire last year. The best Auror in decades is too expensive so the fool kicks him out. Arg!" Amelia complained in annoyance. Harry could sympathise, being a leader was stressful, especially with few people.

"Hows Susan doing?" He asked curiously, immediately cheering the women up.

"She's been going through catalogue after catalogue for the ball. I swear it fills like just yesterday that she could hardly walk straight, and now I have to chase after half the school to make sure that they keep they hands off her." She said with a slightly dangerous glint in her eyes as she was lost in probably very dangerous though not suitable for the head of the DMLE.

"That reminds me" He said as he pulled a folder that Amelia noted was practically leaking magic, had it been almost anyone else she would have stunned them, but this particular person was one of the few that had gained he trust, and in the time span of a week to boot. "In here are the name of every death eater, their own ideas in the war, and those that weren't so keen on taking part. I also wrote reports on the Auror's and who thought what and did what during the war." She said as she passed the folder to Amelia.

"Let a drop of blood fall on it and you'll be the only one that can see that content." She said as Violet made an example with her own finger, allowing some few drops to fall from the small cut as a faint glow was emitted from the inside. She noted that the slightly poking outlines moved almost like gears opening to a key, moments later returning to its original form.

"You are aware that blood magic is illegal, right?" Amelia commented.

"Not if it's family magic"

"...huh? But that only wo-"

"I Violet Liliac Ravenclaw, honorary member of the House of Bones, by the former Lady of the house, Susan Bones, offer this as tribute for the current scion of the Ancient and Noble House of Bones" Violet said in an amused tone as Amelia simply stared at the folder. She was getting used to the teenagers almost insane antics. At least it was a change from the layers of corruption, bribery and manipulations she usually had to deal with it.

Without even commenting she dropped the drops of blood on the envelope, reacting the same way it did to Harry's blood. She carefully opened the folder as she allowed the pages to fall in quick succession.

"This is amazing" She finally breathed out.

"I thought you would find it useful. The first hundred and something pages a solely of people you can trust. While the next hundred and fifty people are either those that you will be able to trust or simply are in it to gain something. The rest is death eater's, they allies, friendships, political goals, crimes, and more." She said as Amelia eyed it as some expensive stake.

"I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." Amelia said happily as she started reading through each page.

Knowing that she wouldn't get any other form of interaction from the women. She stood up and bid her goodbyes before leaving. She faintly heard a half hum from the elder women who hardly paid attention. To preoccupied with the treasure chest she had just received. Then again, if the people you've been chasing for years suddenly have every secret spillet on your table then you probably do become slightly obsessive. Violet could understand that feeling. She really could.

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"You know. If you wanted to take over the world I don't think it would be an impossible task. And Gringotts wouldn't mind supporting a competent warrior, especially with a huge profit that you would achieve." The king of the goblins said admiring the work that Violet had spent the first few days working on.

"I have no interest in world domination. Too much paperwork, not to mention dictators always die because someone close to them poisoned they drink. No, a lady of an ancient house knows for its intelligence linked to the madhouse of the Blacks is much easier to live in." Violet said barely paying attention to the king standing behind her as she drew the sketch on the paper in front of her.

While not finished, Yamato's separate half had been moulded back together the old fashion way. She had then started shielding the machinery from magic before coating it with protective wards and charms. The hull was mostly done, but since she was breaking into Azkaban tonight she decided to be at full power rather than get caught because she didn't take her job seriously.

"I expected you to hire muggles to work on it. Not do it yourself. I admit, I find myself surprised that you also share the art of creation." He commented, moving every few seconds from looking at the plans to observing the ship.

Violet snorted in amusement."No. There isn't a single muggle that I'd hire capable of the job that wouldn't recognise this beauty. A pity that the higher-ups didn't get the chance to properly use her."

"Oh?" The goblin asked curiously.

"I'm no expert in her history. But I know that had she taken part in World war one instead of world war two, she would have completely dominated the sea. As it is, she was put into service when the air was where the battle took place. Add to that that they hardly had the fuel to power her and were reluctant to send her since it would be a massive blow to morale, and she pretty much became a floating hotel."

"But?" The goblin asked knowing that there was a point to the story.

"It was a combination of bad timing and bad luck."

"The Imperial Japanese Navy's organise a suicide, last resort mission codenamed Operation Ten-Go used pretty much everything they had left. They were losing and were massively outnumbered. Unfortunately, their enemies decoded their message, learning Yamato's position." She shook her hand at the whole thought of the war, as much as she admired Japanese culture, every country had they moments when they completely messed up.

"Honestly? The main problem was that they were sent in the middle of the day, in the middle of the sea, with hardly any air support. And that was they downfall, 280 bomber and torpedo bombers. The battle lasted just over fifteen minutes, but it was a bloodbath. Her top speed was slightly reduced, however, a huge number of her anti-aircraft weapons were destroyed, sharply curtailing her effectiveness."

"The second attack was ten minutes later, a coordinated strike. She was completely Overwhelmed by the number of targets, with practically no anti-aircraft guns. Her speed was reduced by half and she was immediately engaged in a third attack, she was hit by bombs, torpedos, mines, you name it and she was taking it head-on. It's why she's known as one of the greatest naval legends."

"Don't get me wrong. I believe the Japanese were on the wrong side, but that doesn't stop me from admiring three thousand men going against impossible odds who knew they were going to die for their homeland. Even if I disagree with a huge majority of their actions" She said as she put the pencil down, sighing as she looked at the huge, half-constructed ship in front of her.

"I feel that there's more to this story." He commented as she nodded.

"I can relate. I've lost count how many times I was on that beauty, for hours running from her left to right fighting demons the size of buildings, automatons boarding the place as we fought to make sure they didn't disable the engines. As we desperately fought, trusting the ones inside to fix the hull. Honestly, there were times when I thought it was it, and some traitorous part of me was fine with it, I would die on my home, with my family, fighting side by side in what we believed in. Ironically the Death Eaters never worked out what we were using to travel. Pureblood idiocy I say. I probably will never fight for my life onboard of Yamato again, but it doesn't mean that she has memories that have made me almost obsess over her."

"By the way, I found something in you vault that might interest you, he said placing the carefully wrapped package on the table. Leaving not soon after, leaving the not so young girl to open it.

Of course, he already knew her reaction to the find, which was why he had left moments later. It was against his own code to see a warrior at their weakest.

And his prediction proved to be correct. His adept hearing could hear her sobs as she affectionately hugged the pure white egg as if her life depended on it.

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Pure-blooded supremacist idiocy. Walking through the cold stone floor of Azkaban Violet ignored the few, half-hearted reaction's people showed her. Not that they would recognise her. She was wearing clothes that couldn't be linked to her, namely robes, and had her hood covering most of her face. Add that it was difficult to see in the always dark stoned prison and she was almost a ghost in the half-insane rock.

She momentarily wondered if the dementors were the cause of the bad weather, since they had eventually reached roughly five hundred thousand in population before they had managed to figure out how to harm them. The constant storm in the sea had started at roughly the same time, so it was possible.

Purebloods, for some reason unknown to her, but she guessed money, had decided to leave the hole place to Dementors, not a single human that wasn't a prisoner to stop her. It had been the first thing Amelia had changed after his fifth year, and one of the few actions they had been able to take before she was murdered. The Dementors lurking the outside walls ignored her, probably smelling they own kinds blood on her. To them, she was an anomaly, something that could harm them, and as long as she didn't attack them, they would stay wary of her but would definitely attack the second she lowered her extensive occlumency shield's. And did they almost slipped her grasp when she saw the only person she had considered her father.

Well, he was her father, but that was a headache that she couldn't be bothered to go through again. Minerva had been very amused after she had slipped into her Scottish swearing face for the first few hours talking about her favourite ex-students idiocy. Violet could really sympathise with Minerva's suffering whenever she thought of the Marauders.

"Sirius Black?" She asked in an unrecognisable voice. Mione's voice altering charms to compete with tonks natural one.

He looked much worse than what he remembered, but he had escaped for over half a year by the time they had met.

"Hmmm" He commented clearly not paying attention.

"Sirius" No response.

"Padfoot?" While that did get some form of response, it was incoherent.

A slight annoyance passed his face as he put up a silencing charm. This man had already caused him a colossal headache with the blood adoption discovery, a small amount of revenge was justified, right?

"Padfoot, quick, McGonagall found out who covered her office with catnip, she's coming after us!"

The effect was comical. The man-child let out a yelp as he jumped up in panic clearly not expecting to find black stones instead of the castle that he had probably just visualised.

As he spotted her, he sent her a glare. "That wasn't funny" He commented.

"It's what you get for ignoring me when I'm trying to bust you out." She commented unimpressed, love him or not he could sometimes get on her nerves.

"Don't want to leave, I deserve to be here" He commented as she left a breath of annoyance out. She had expected him to be difficult.

"Oh? And why do you deserve to be here?" She asked in fake curiousness.

"I'm guilty of letting my brother die. I deserve to rot in hell, but Azkaban comes close."

"Oh? So you told the Potter's where they lived? Murdered James Potter before taking Voldermort to Lily Potter and let him send the killing curse towards you goddaughter." He hit the right mark because in a second Sirius was holding a bar in each hand glaring with a crazy gleam in his eyes.

"I'd never do that" He roared.

"Brilliant, so you leaving with me" She said cheerfully. Sirius blinked, and did so again.

"Didn't you hear me, I deserve to-"

"So you saying you don't care about you goddaughter?" She interrupted.

"Of course I do, but-"

"You do realise Lupin has cut all contact's. Leaving an economically poor Lily to take care of her daughter, and that the purebloods keep getting close to getting Rose's guardianship, you know, the 'imperiosed' ones like Lucius Malfoy, or worse, the Lestrange family." She finished as fear struck into his eyes. Narcissa had told him what had been the cause of Bellatrix insanity.

"You can get me out of here?"

"If we leave now, you'll be out of here in roughly 12 minutes" She said cheerfully as he looked thoughtful for a second before nodding.

"I'll do it."

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"Was that necessary?" He said moments after landing in her sitting room.

"I was trained by Alastor? You know, the man that says there's no such thing as too careful?" She said explaining her 23 apparition's into different sides of the country, three including France, and two in Spain. - It's not paranoia when you have a Dark Lord with Demons, psychopathic murderers and Automatons with deadly sharp blades after you head.-

"That makes sense, so much sense..." He groaned in clear understanding. His attention was caught when the stranger in front of him removed the cloak, leaving a teenage girl wearing jeans, a shirt and jacket standing in front of him.

"So a sixteen-year-old broke me out of Azkaban. Yep, I've finally lost it."

"Actually I'm fourteen nearly fifteen."

"So why did you break me out of Azkaban." The man said rubbing his templates.

"Gee, why would I want to break out my innocent father out of the hellhole. I don't know? Make a guess."

"Oy! It's a reasonable question, I may have been in there for years, but...I don't...think...that..." He stopped talking as he registered what she said."WHAT? FATHER?"

"Yes, you know, the male parent?" She said rolling her eyes.

"That- no, I mean..."

He never finished that incoherent sentence as he lost consciousness. Violet sighed as she wandlessly caught him, levitating him into one of the guest room's while hitting him with every cleaning charm she knew. After leaving in the sewers for almost a month that was an extensive list.

All the while Sirius last thought was that he should have listened to Lily back in fifth year when she told him to stop falling around. It had come back to bite him in the oddest way as well.

Sighing, Violet walked outside into the finished circle. In the middle laid the pure white egg as it absorbed the moonlight in itself. He had recognised it immediately. His beautiful, lovable owl was calling him from inside. He hoped and hoped that his familiar would be able to reincarnate, and she had, his brilliant familiar had.

Hedwig, by all rights, was her own species, with Caladrius and possibly Phoenix blood in her. The possibility of reincarnation would have been high if it hadn't been for the fact the flow of magic itself by the time she had died had completely been unstabilized.

Brought out of thought, his brilliant white familiar let out a cry as the egg started to crack, letting out a pure white glow. Closing his eyes from the brightness, he felt a sudden weight on his head that he had sorely missed, even when it had once been so much heavier once upon a time.

She embraced the mostly owl who affectionately rubbed her head on his as she broke down into tears.