Hey everyone,
I would like to answer Wishfull-Star's question on what other movies will be brought up and who else will be summoned. Harry did say there had been a movie day at the end of every month and I already talked about how the whole "release date" thing in regards to Disney movies is - for the most part - irrelevant and non-existent, so multiple Disney movies have been watched over the years he was at school. This makes the options practically – endless.
As for summons, I more or less plan to have them all be done – bar Cloud. So yes, Genie, Dumbo, Mushu and Stitch. I have my reservations about Chicken Little, Peter Pan and Tinker Bell, though the latter of the three might be fun, but Cloud – sorry, he's more of a KH I & II character than a summon, so no, not happening. Though I do have a few plans for Harry to learn when it comes to summons, though those plans can't come true just yet. Why? Cause the objects Harry needs - need to take a little back and forth first.
Hint, hint,
Venquine1990
Chapter 15
Rights And Truths
28th of January 1996
Destiny's Haven
Sirius' POV
"This is going to be impossible. Harry has believed himself an orphan for years. I can't just go and tell him just like this that his mother is still alive. Let alone the fact that I have known this for more than 24 hours. Harry already has trust issues, I can't take the idea that I will be one of the people who only worsen those issues."
All these thoughts go through my mind and make me wish Simba was still here as I want for the boy to have a strong body to lean against and draw comfort from when he hears the actual truth, yet at the same time, do I steel my resolve, knowing that it's now or never and that I will only feel worse the longer I procrastinate this.
And so, while hating how Riku had made that comment about London, yet not knowing what it meant and so asking about it, but also wishing he had been a little clearer on what he had heard, do I take the book from the boy, the boy himself giving me a warm smile as he must notice my discomfort before I start the next chapter.
Chapter 5 Diagon Alley … my cupboard.
"You had actually forgotten that you had switched rooms?" Riku asks, but Harry shrugs and says: "It was more that I kind of thought the same thing the first day after I got my new room. The thoughts just returned to me, because it was one of the first times in a long while since something good had happened to me."
This makes me hate the Dursleys even more and then Harry sighs and says: "I know Dumbledore is ignorant of it and that others would rather constantly deny anything bad happening to their hero, but I can count all the good events in my life with the Dursleys on two – maybe three – hands. And most of them are of the last 5 years."
This alone makes me quickly charm the book to be held open by magic and grab it with one hand while using my other to wrap a warm arm around my son, my worries for his response to the truth still very strong, but not stronger than my need to make him forget about his dark past, the boy smiling at me before I read on.
There was … the sofa.
"You know, this makes me wonder how he behaves when an owl delivers the paper at his hut instead of the Great Hall." I can't help but wonder and my son and his boyfriend nod, but then Harry says: "Heh, Hagrid stopped his subscription last year Christmas." And while I cannot blame the big guy for this decision, do I read on.
"What?""He … strange-looking coins.
"Can we see them?" Riku asks and Harry, still with his form under my arm, reaches into the pocket of his new jeans before he shows them a set of golden, silver and bronze coins and he says: "Hagrid explained me how the system worked when we reached Gringotts." And while the others nod and I cringe slightly, do I read on.
"Give him … learn magic."
"You and Sora will have a lot to learn when it comes to your actual family fortunes, kiddo. Trust me, the Potters are a lot, but they are not in the Top 10 Richest Wizarding Families of the last 5 centuries without good reason – though the Blacks have definitely been their rivals for some of the spots every few generations."
I then add in, not just to start my sons' history lessons, but also to make the upcoming revelation a little easier for me to handle and Riku asks: "How exactly does a family get into this Top 10, Sirius?" And I answer: "If they've been alive for 6 to 700 years and have at least 34.5 million in total in either shares, profits or vault properties."
"Wait – how much?" The three then ask me, making me look at my youngest with shock and I ask: "You've never been given a report on your total finances? Not even yearly reports like – Oh, wait, right." The others look at me curiously, but I say: "Gringotts." And while they look unsettled, do they nod as I read on.
"Don't worry … cake, neither."
"Was any of it still good?" I can't help but ask and Harry shrugs as he says: "A few of the sausages had actually landed into the fire when the Dursleys fled to the other room and the cake had been left near the window, which wasn't locked right, so the rain soiled it, but the rest was still good." To which I read on, feeling concerned.
"Wizards have … maybe Hogwarts.
Yet the minute I read this, does Harry roll his eyes in disbelief, making Sora and Riku share a worried glance while I look at my youngest with the same sense of concern and Harry says: "The year you returned, dad, that's all I'm saying." And while hating it, do I still give my son right as that year was not safe before I read on.
As a … me, see."
This makes me feel even more concerned and I say: "I can get that Hagrid seemed like the only one who could have reached you last night seeing the storm, but wouldn't it have been better if Albus had send Hagrid to take you to the Leaky Cauldron and then have Minerva or Filius waiting to take you from there?"
But then Harry gives me new reason to worry for my son's education and future as he says: "I'd rather have Professor Sprout or an elective teacher, really." And while I worry what happened between my son and his head of House or even the Head of Ravenclaw, do I decide not to report this until I know more and just read on.
"Got everythin'? … got yeh."
At this I turn to my son and say: "Remind me to ask Albus to let Hagrid give me back my motorbike." This shocks the boy and he asks: "He still has it?" To which I shrug and say: "With everything that happened, I kind of forgot it existed. Didn't remember it until we read about it." This makes the three boys laugh and I read on.
They settled … the page.
This alone reminds me of everything that has been happening since last June and while I have been keeping it to myself most of the time since that Hospital Wing event, do I still feel kind of grateful to Albus as his orders to stay at London have kept me from becoming an abusive stalker of the Minister several times now.
Yet at the same time, does it make me look at my son, both very proud of how he has decided to organize students together to learn actual Defense Against the Dark Arts as well as worried that my fifteen-year-old son believes he is to be the leader of the opposition to someone as powerful as the Minister for Magic.
However, while Harry smiles at me, do I then feel Riku's gaze on me and the look I see in his eyes reminds me of what I told Albus earlier this morning and with the reminder that, if it all comes down to it, I can take my family somewhere safe, do I send the silver-haired lad a grateful smile before I return my focus to my reading.
"There's a … was one.
"And taking an Assistant who has only been working at the Ministry – at a Department that doesn't even cooperate with the other Departments all that closely – does not help, let alone the fact that, other than a bit of a blow to his ego and reputation, Percy never really did get punished for not reporting trouble with his superiors.
He let his ego get the better of him, because his highest of superiors suddenly wanted him to take their place, which really should have been a sign to everyone else that something was wrong with Crouch right from the start, and when it gets proven that he was in way over his head – he gets a promotion others can only dream of?"
Harry ends with disbelief sounding through his voice and I can't help but ask: "You really aren't as loyal to House Weasley as some people might think, are you?" To which the boy shrugs and says: "I'm at least not as blind to their faults as most of the world is to those of Fudge." And while this makes sense, do I read on.
So he … the country."
"And their main focus should be that they got in office thanks to the people who actually work for them, if you ask me." Harry mutters and while I can only hope that the message of Harry being Destiny's new apprentice will get Fudge to reconsider his ideas about my son, do I decide not to focus on this topic as I read on.
"Why?""Why? … we go."
Here I shake my head as it reminds me of something even Remus himself doesn't remember and Sora asks: "What? Is he bad with pets?" I shake my head and say: "No, it's just that this paragraph reminds me of a wild night I had during the last war." The other three look at each other uneasily and I decide to ease their concerns as I say:
"Not that kind of wild night, boys. No, Hagrid, Remus and I had just finished a mission for London and we decided to celebrate a job well done with a good bottle of Fire-whiskey back at my place. Only, one bottle became many and – well, let's just say that the switch isn't the only thing I never told Remus about."
The kids still look unsettled and Harry asks: "What happened, dad?" And while I still wonder how I convinced the half-giant to give up on his crazy plan all those years ago, do I say: "Let me say this, kiddo. Hagrid can find a lot in his jacket, but nevermore will he find his collar and line." Shocking my son as I read on.
They had … name tags
"Are they for real?" Sora asks and Harry answers: "It's not for the teachers. The dorms have a united washing bag and the name tags helps the cleaning staff know in which trunk to put the clean cloths." His older brother looks shocked at this and while I have no doubt he called House Elves the staff thanks to Hermione, do I read on.
COURSE BOOKS … Quentin Trimble
"You know, Hagrid did help me buy a trunk that can hold books and stuff for my entire school career, so – I think I still have at least some of my books from first year. Maybe when we have a break next time, I can go over the material with you guys and we can see if you can use it as well. As a catch up for the years we all missed."
Harry then says and while my heart soars at how caring the boy is for his sibling and sibling's boyfriend, regardless of how he has been treated himself by his older family, does Riku nod and say: "We'd like that. Maybe after your entrance to Hogwarts." My youngest nods, while my eldest looks excited and I read on.
OTHER EQUIPMENT … with shops.
"You didn't go with him, did you?" Sora asks and Harry puts a hand behind his head, actually making Riku's eyes widen and make the silver-haired boy turn between his boyfriend and his boyfriend's brother as Harry says: "No, I did see the Out of Order sign, Hagrid just didn't get that." And with the boys nodding, do I read on.
Hagrid was … knees buckle.
"And this would have been the perfect place and time for either a teacher or one of Jamie's friends to come out and take you off of Hagrid, so he can take care of that so-called other job Hagrid gave him." I mutter softly and Harry sighs as he says: "If only that was what had happened." Making me read on with great trepidation.
"Good Lord," … an honor."
"This – just cannot end well." Riku says and the dark tone of his voice really worries me, yet Sora hugs him close with eyes that shine bright with worry for his younger brother and while Riku's face is a mask of concern and trepidation does he pull my brown-haired elder son close against his side as I read on, agreeing with him.
He hurried … was beaming.
"Hagrid, wrong move." I then mutter and Harry sighs as he says: "You know, I really care for Hagrid and all, but – well, he does often make decisions that he thinks aren't all that bad, that he knows he won't have trouble with or that he thinks will improve things, but – well, they don't." The boy sighs in the end and I say:
"Harry, I can get your loyalty to Hagrid, especially now that I know that he was the first to show you the world where you were supposed to grow up in, but – Hagrid is just such a simple-minded kind of guy – he's a loyal follower of Albus and the Order and a good Caretaker, but that's pretty much where his qualities end.
And – I don't mean this disrespectful, because I am grateful that it helped you back at the end of your third, but – he really should not have put a class of Third years around something even I would not bring out in Care of Magical Creatures until either the end of fourth or sometime this year." The boy sighs and I read on.
Then there … Dedalus Diggle."
"Wow, it sounds as if he lived in The Islands while they lived in Agrabah or something. Not as if he lived in a world that was only one doorway away from them." Sora then growls and I love how, after only one described meeting between his brother and his brother's fame, my eldest already hates his sibling's fame and fans.
"The story of my life, Sora. Everyone loves the title Boy-Who-Lived, but the boy behind that is nothing to them but a living duffle bag they can throw around, whether vocally or otherwise, however they please. Trust me, you'll see plenty of this in the coming year, second and even last and this year. Only in third was I spared this kind of treatment."
This, in itself, further convinces me of what I discussed with Albus at the end of our meeting and while I really hope that there will be enough in the books that I can convince Harry to at least stay here until the end of his Fifth and get some work done on the magical World, do I still focus back on the task at hand as I read on.
"I've seen … laughed nervously.
"To be honest, I would actually like some regular, decent Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons for once. I mean, one teacher who could barely speak, another that thought his fame bigger than mine, the third – no offence – was too obsessed with animals, the fourth was paranoid and a nut and the last – it's Umbridge."
This makes Sora and Riku share a shocked look, obviously not having expected that Harry would hate anyone just for who they are, yet while I remember that my son seems to be fighting some personal battle with the woman that I hope he will tell me of soon enough, do I decide to distract him from his anger as I continue reading.
"You'll be … usually tremblin'."
At this I shake my head and say: "Hagrid, if you knew he was famous and new to this world, why didn't you think of playing a more leading, representing role to Harry as his escort? You just gave the Wizarding world permission to use Harry's fame however they wished. You should have been more assertive there, really."
And while even Harry seems to agree with me, does he also still seem to have trouble accepting that others have bad things to say about the man and I wrap an arm around my son as I whisper: "Harry think, your friendship and loyalty – or your self-pride and future?" And while the boy seems troubled, but accepting, do I read on.
"Is he … trash can.
"You know, I think that is just the poor guy's fatal flaw. I mean, the more I hear of him, the more I like him, but he seems so – I don't know, simple minded? He reminds me of how I was before all of my journeys. Heck, he reminds me of myself before I started desiring the outside world." Sora then says and Riku nods as he says:
"He definitely has his finer points; loyalty, a lot of knowledge about both Harry as well as his past and parents, a lot of good relations with various people, obviously – but he sees life in such a much more simple, the sky is blue and that's it kind of life. It almost seems as if he has trouble seeing that a blue sky can have clouds in it.
He just has his beliefs, listens to his orders and seems to ignore the things that might require deeper thought, more subtlety or things that might require more than just a single act or set of thoughts. Hey, I'm not saying he's stupid, he's just the kind of guy that prefers the simple life, is all." And by now has he calmed Harry's anger.
I had definitely felt my son getting angry while the two in front of me had tried giving their opinions of the guy, but by the end does the boy sigh and say: "I'll admit, he's no Malfoy or a member of High Society or anything, but – Hagrid being a constant is just what makes me loyal to him, you know?" The boys nod and I read on.
"Three up … they're mad…"
At this, though I am pretty sure I already know the answer, do I more or less want to ask if Hagrid explained the things about the cauldrons and everything else Harry must have looked at, but both because I recognize the woman and because I'm sure Harry's had it with Hagrid nit-picking, do I just continue my reading.
A low, … fastest ever –"
This part makes a warm, happy smile grow on my face as I still love that I got to give something of equal greatness to my son for the first Christmas I was able to be back in his life for and then suddenly it seems as if Lady Destiny agrees with me as a bright light shines in front of Harry before his Firebolt falls in his lap.
Seventh floor boys dorm
Same time, same say
Fred and George Weasley are lucky beyond words that they have a free hour after their Defense Against the Dark Arts class as it helps them recover from the torment that is their DADA teacher, yet at the current moment, neither boys are thinking of this as their eyes are wide and their laps are full of one Cleansweep each.
"Our brooms?""Given back to us?" They each ask, quite shocked, but not enough to fall out of their instinctual dual speech and then they turn to each other and ask the question that is on both their minds: "Does Harry have his too?" And the warm feeling that is not theirs, makes them smile and say: "Thank you, milady."
Umbridge's Office
"You can stop your search, woman." The same ever-changing woman as that Umbridge saw in the memory shown to her by Albus Dumbledore the previous evening says while Umbridge is besides herself with rage and confusion over the sudden disappearance of the three brooms, having ransacked her office already.
She then turns to the great deity, who is actually glaring at her, the ever-changing color of the eyes scaring the pink-dressed woman, even while the changes of color does nothing to the fire of anger that actually burns within the gaze and then the woman says: "Your actions were uncouth and I have undone them.
Do not try to get back what does not belong to you. You may think you have power, but rights to ownership, you do not. And yes, I will make certain Amelia Bones knows of this as well. Also – I would change writing equipment, if I were you." And the childish tone that the deity vanishes with scares Umbridge more than her anger.
Back in the room
Sora and Riku have their eyes wide as they see my first Christmas present to my son in years, yet the shock that is on Harry's own face worries me and then the incredible voice of Lady Destiny speaks and says: "Power by rules, she may have had. Right of ownership, she did not. Have fun and practice hard, youngest of my children."
And while amazed that Harry has won over the heart of an actual deity enough she calls him her child, do I worry for what she says as well and ask: "What did that mean?" And Harry cringes as he says: "Let's just say, I let my Inner Lion out at the wrong time and Umbridge took advantage of it. I'm – actually banned from Quidditch."
This shocks me senseless, even though I do remember Minerva raving and ranting about something Umbridge had done at the end of the First Quidditch Match this year, yet I had never expected this. Yet at the same time does it make me understand why Lady Destiny decided to intervene as I hug him close and say:
"I get it, son, and I get why Lady Destiny gave you back your broom. You said you were banned from Quidditch, but being banned from Quidditch is not the same as being banned from flying. If you had been given a Flying ban, Umbridge would have had the right to take you your broom. She didn't so she lost that right."
"A little late, maybe, and definitely something Minerva could have used against her ages ago, but still. Better late than never." Goes through my mind and while Harry smiles at me before he focuses on his broom and the other boys and while he does, do I make a quick side note of this on my parchment before I continue reading.
There were … said Hagrid.
And with those three words do I feel all of the tension I have felt since telling the boys I would reveal the meaning behind Albus' hidden message once Harry would reach Gringotts come back and Harry says: "Let's just wait till Hagrid has his mission done." And while grateful for the chance to prepare myself a little more, do I read on.
They had … treasure there.
"That is actually a rhyme created by a whole set of Ancient Families. They were allowed this honor when the Goblins realized that their vaults had been gathering gold for more than a century. Four families got that honor before the Goblins believed their rhyme to be complete." I happily tell the boys and Sora asks:
"The Potters and Blacks too?" I nod, happy to hear him sound proud of the names and say: "Along with the Abbotts and the Macmillan house. Funnily enough, it was the Abbotts that made up the last part, but then again – Eramus MacMillan was definitely known for his ruthlessness to his kids back in his day, so yeah."
This makes the other three boys all look at each other, Sora and Riku amazed whereas Harry looks shocked to hear all of this and then I smile at the eldest of them and say: "However, it was the Longbottom's who actually forged the doors that have that whole riddle engraved in them. And that was almost 250 years ago now."
Riku looks shocked to hear this and I smile as I say: "Yes, Gringotts may have been founded by a Goblin and there may have been quite a few two to three dozen Goblin wars since and before its founding, but those five families will always be respected by the Goblin Nation." And while this makes the boys smile, do I read on.
"Like I … Potter's safe."
This alone makes me want to comment, but the fact that, sometime during this visit, I will have to reveal the truth to my son makes me hold back as it just doesn't feel right, as if there will be something in this reading that will help me stop procrastinating in such a way I won't have to feel worse and so I focus on reading on.
"You have … and thirteen."
This turns Harry looking a little uneasy, proving he knows exactly what is in said vault, while Sora and Riku share a worried look before Riku asks: "Now?" But I shake my head and say: "I feel it will be soon, just – trust me." And as if the three of them can sense how hard this is for me, do they nod, making me read on smiling.
The goblin … yeh that."
"Then having him do it while escorting the son of – what he knew – was at least one of the Marauders really just wasn't the right decision to make." Goes through my mind, knowing darn well that Harry being the son of two only makes the whole thing even worse and while I worry for my son and this so-called secret, do I read on.
Griphook held … and floor.
"Wow, that whole tunnel reminds me of the route I had to take when I wanted to go and talk to Hades to give Herc a break in all the monsters he kept sending his way." Sora says and while I don't know whether to believe if this Hades is the God of the Underworld that I believe him to be – and hoping he isn't – do I read on.
"I never … smiled Hagrid.
"And not just that – though it – it won't be me that will show you all that the Potter Line has to give you." And with that, while hoping that Harry won't be too mad with me and fearing I might have just lost my son due to my own secrecy for over 24 hours, do I drop the bombshell of the secret Albus confided in me this morning.
Riku seems confused, though I can tell that even he is onto how this relates to the message he heard earlier today, Sora looks shocked, obviously understanding exactly what it is I am saying without using the actual words, yet I keep my eyes on him as I just don't want to see Harry's reaction – that is until I feel him hugging me.
I look at my son and he whispers: "I had my suspicions since the end of the last chapter. He's still alive, isn't he? That's how you survived after he – wait, how did he survive that?" And with that, while my heart feels as if the weight of Hogwarts just got relieved from it, do I explain the whole thing to my son.
How it had been James who had come to me in my dreams the night we were brought here, how he explained me about the fatal flaw in our plan, how he had made use of Lily's expertise in Charms and Potions and how he had actually been offered the position of teacher at a school more secretive than Hogwarts upon Graduation.
"And now, because it's not unusual for teachers and other workers of Campbrina High to actually be people who supposedly died in battle, did your mum safely return to Gringotts and through Bill – back to London, where he gave the signal for Lily to come back as well, which is what Albus meant with his message this morning."
I end my explanation and Harry has tears in his eyes, some of them streaming down his face, while others actually touch the tips of his super-large and loving smile and after he wipes his whole face from the streaming tears, does he ask the one question I am hoping will be given a positive answer soon enough as he asks:
"Can mum come here too? I mean, maybe only like Lea did and only temporarily, but – do you think it could be possible, dad?" And then, as if Destiny is still close to us and wants to answer his childish excitement, do I feel as if moving away from my son and when I do so, does something absolutely incredible happen.
The presence that appears between us might indeed be just as transparent as Lea had been just yesterday and he may seem obvious to the world around him as he seems to be leaning against the backrest of a couch of his own, but the presence now between us is definitely my messy-haired, black-haired beloved, James Potter.
The long-gone Lord of the Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter seems to only need a minute to realize that he actually has a change in company as he looks around and the minute his eyes land on me, do they widen before, with a motion of my head, he looks to his other side, his eyes tearing up when he sees our son.
And though he is but a spiritual representation of himself, does he spread his arms around us and though the touch feels warm and loving, but no less fleeting and ghostly than if he were to be Nearly Headless Nick or the Grey Lady, do we still move ourselves closer to his presence before a soft, caring voice asks:
"Mum?" And when James looks up, do the tears that were showing in his eyes drop from his lids as he sees Sora standing before us, one arm wrapped around himself and the other having its hand lost in the wild mane that is his messy brown hair, but it is mostly the goofy smile that is on his face that proves how self-conscious my son is.
James stands up, his ghostly presence lingering with us a little longer than it should seeing his movement and while he seems to feel as if he is dreaming as he moves closer to his son, does he move incredibly quick once in touching range of the boy and the next thing we all see – is mother and son reunited after 17 years.
The sight of this; of these two members of a family that has been through so many separations throughout the years, makes my heart feel as if everything Azkaban has ever done to it is finally been undone; as if all the guilt and hardship I have carried on my shoulders have been taken off just by this single sight.
Yet, just like with Lea, does Destiny prove to us that Sora, Riku, Harry and I are the only ones she wants to have here for the reading as the spirit of my beloved disappears just like he appeared. At this does Sora move his arms so that he is now hugging himself, yet all three of us move instantly and embrace him in return.
"He will be back, he just deserved to know you were alright, just like you deserved to see him alive and well. Once you have your next break, will I bring them both, fully formed, back to the other room. However, that break cannot last for more than one hour, understand that." The voice of Destiny then sounds from all around us.
This makes me wonder temporarily if the Mighty Lady means Lily and James, but then feel the presence of my son and realize she must be talking about Lea instead, yet this matters nothing to me as I am just happy; happy to have my family in my arms and to soon have my partner back with me as well, if only for a short time.
For a little while longer do we all keep standing like this, Sora in the middle between me, Riku and Harry and while I love to have my sons and future son in law in my arms, do I then initiate the separation as I pull back and after we all share an excited and happy smile with each other do I return back to my reading.
All Harry's … under London.
"And that is just your Trust Vault." I then say, the happy glee over having reunited with my mate and the excitement over the prospect of a 2nd reunion with my mate coming up sounding through my voice and I go on: "The Potters actually already had enough treasures owned to their name at the Founding to fill four other vaults."
This shocks Harry and I shrug as I ask: "What? Gringotts wasn't Founded until 1474 and the Potters are centuries older than that. Of course, like all other Ancient Families, did they keep at least their most ancient and personal of family treasures close to their person and laws against stealing these were brought up long before the Founding.
And trust me, seeing how the Rights of Conquest have been at least 4 to 500 years older than Gringotts, those laws were necessary and the Ancient Families were always smart enough to emigrate to other parts of either England or, if needed, Europe if these laws were threatened by being removed – though the Potters never did the second.
The Blacks, the Bones, the Lovegoods, the Malfoys and even the Prewetts and the Lestranges all have emigrated the country if they felt it necessary, yet families like the Potters, the Longbottoms, the Abbotts and the Goyle's usually used Family Magic to hide themselves away until the laws were returned to the system."
The others look at me shocked and I smile as I say: "Let me put it this way, kids. My own mum may have completely turned me against my Family and all it stood for in her eyes, but the prospect of being a Father and with that the person to teach my kids the lessons of the family inspired me to learn everything that was necessary.
And the funny thing was, when I looked hard and deep enough, I found so many things about my own and other ancient families that Dear old mum would have never taught me that I again – for the first time in more than a decade – felt proud to be the Eldest Son of the Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Black."
This makes the three of them smile at me, Harry's eyes alight with amazement ever since I started explaining this little bit of family history and then I say: "My family may have been holding onto a very Dark reputation for the last several generations, but I am a Black and I am proud of everything else as well."
And while this makes Sora send a very proud smile at Riku, which I for some reason feel has more to do with the boy's own control over Darkness and the fact that they share a bond than his pride over being part of the House I just described and while I too am happy with the bond I see before me, do I then continue reading.
Hagrid helped … no keyhole.
This alone makes me shake my head and I say: "He really should have let you visit your Family Accountant while he went and got that item. It would have given you a chance to –." But then Harry reminds me of all that has happened in the last few years as he strongly says: "They wouldn't have helped me, dad."
I look at the boy and he says: "They may not have known, but their magic would have recognized that I was an Heir who could never become a Lord. They would not have helped me, unless they got my mum's permission and seeing how my mum was believed gone –." The boy ends, yet I still nod at him before I continue reading.
"Stand back," … the floor.
"Wow, it may be an item, but it reminds me of Aladdin." Sora says and then Harry asks: "You know him too?" Sora looks shocked and Harry says: "School movie day, remember?" To which the boy nods and Riku says: "It sure is interesting finding out which movies to you are worlds for us." And I nod at this before reading on.
Hagrid picked … feeling nervous.
At this I shake my head, yet my elation over the reunion I have had and soon will have with my whole family make me feel too lit up with bliss to really get annoyed over this – at least not to the level I am sure Molly would have reached and while I wonder how the woman and my mate are reacting to each other, do I read on.
Madam Malkin … in somehow."
This alone is enough to make me know exactly who it is my son is meeting and I mutter: "Wow, so he was feeling high and mighty of himself even before he tried getting that poor thing executed. And yes, I know all about that, son, Remus told me the whole story after you helped me." Harry nods, looking annoyed and I read on.
Harry was … wouldn't you?"
"Then you and Tonks should never meet, because she is the fiercest Hufflepuff House member and defender I have ever met. Then again, seeing how she has been fighting to bring power to her last name instead of her first for all this time – I doubt Draco would stand a chance." This saying makes Harry laugh as I read on.
"Mmm," said … come in.
"Wow, so that inquiry was long enough for Hagrid to get to the Leaky Cauldron, get ice cream and get back there?" Sora asks and Harry, obviously agitated with hearing about his school rival, tries to draw joy out of his own statement as he says: "No, he stopped halfway through at the ice cream parlor." Before I read on.
"That's Hagrid," … his bed."
"Seeing who your father is and how he treats his actual helpers – I wonder who the savage is here, Malfoy. At least Hagrid wouldn't think of using false donations to build up a farce of a reputation. He – he may be simple minded, but he has never been cruel or harsh when being honest – unlike some other people."
Harry snarls and I can't help the comment: "I am so glad you're experiencing the wilder sides of your Kitsune Heritage here and not in front of that boy. Doubt even daddy dearest would have been able to keep him together if that had happened." And while I worry for the savage glee that shines from my son at this, do I read on.
"I think … at all.
"And that was something pretty similar to what set me off and made me lose my broom earlier in the year." Harry then growls with a feral touch added to his voice and while I wonder if the possible imminent arrival of his mate – or perhaps the early meeting with – is making my son get closer to his Inner Kitsune, do I read on.
"But they … you mean."
"You know, that is the one thing about all this Pureblood Propaganda that I never got. If Purebloods hate Muggleborns so much, why not just change the title and its definition. Make it all more magical referencing. It would definitely appeal to the Muggleborns, would make them feel more at home and – less likely to feel homesick."
This alone shocks me and I ask: "Like – like what?" And while Harry looks contemplative, does he then say: "I don't know – 1st Gen Pureblood or something? I mean, if two Muggleborns fall for each other and have a kid, wouldn't that make their kid a Halfblood? And if that Halfblood had a kid with another, wouldn't the offspring be –?"
And while – again – feeling as if everything the Purebloods have ever tried to get their goals accomplished was done all wrong – making me just want to bash my forehead against their Manor walls – do I also make sure to write everything my son and I are discussing down as I say: "A Pureblood, yeah. It would.
In fact, if it weren't for the grandparents of the Halfblood indeed being Muggle, the Halfblood could even be considered a Pureblood and yes, I do get that the whole thing sounds a little idealistic – I mean, who can control if a Muggleborn falls for a fellow one or Pureblood – but bloody hell, kiddo, you really make them sound silly."
At this Harry turns a little red and he says: "I know love can't be controlled – if it were I'm sure I'd have fallen for half the female student population already just because they love my fame – thank goodness for small mercies – but even just changing two of the three titles of blood types in our world can get us all just – so very far.
And if Muggleborns feel more welcome, less hated for where they themselves come from and more accepted to learn about our stuff, they won't get as homesick as I'm sure most of them do, seeing the incredibly growing difference between our worlds and – well, the less they feel homesick, the more they'll accept our customs.
Although having someone explain Magical History like you have been doing instead of all the ridiculous Goblin Wars Binns keeps hampering about might be a good first step in the right direction as well." The boy then adds and while I look up shocked from realizing I wrote that down as well, do I then laugh as I read on.
"I really … surname, anyway?"
"Wait, if all those Old Families are so proud of their magical History – then why does it sound as if they're adamant to keep that to themselves?" Sora asks and Harry and I share a short look before we chorus: "Blame the Stature of Secrecy." Our voices monotone and filled with personal disbelief before I continue reading.
But before … about Quidditch!"
"Great, Hagrid just turned into the blonde boy." Riku growls, but then Harry snarls at him and while Riku looks shocked, do I say: "Trust me, those two you just mentioned clash way too often for that to ever be true." And while the boy keeps his startled eyes on my youngest, does he nod in acceptance as I go and read on.
"Don't make … a sister!"
"How those two are related, I will never know." I think to myself, part of me wishing it could be Lily who will come with James, but then I realize the potential of the woman explaining everything to the Order while James is here with us and while this latter part makes for my old excitement to return to my heart, do I read on.
"So what … duffers, but –"
At this, for the first time since the first and second Muggle chapter, does the happy mood disappear out of my son as he lowers his head with clear pain and while I can only hope that the reunion with his mother and mate can help him move on a little more, do I pull the poor, grieving boy closer against my person as I read on.
"I bet … was one."
"Hmph, that may be true, but I definitely learned of a fair few who weren't." Harry then says, yet he doesn't raise his head from where it lies on his chest and while I hate how the boy is experiencing his hormones and his coming of age when it comes to his inheritance at the same time, do I just squeeze his arm before I read on.
"Vol-, sorry … that level."
"Fred and George actually got me that book. They're still holding onto it, but they promised they would give it to me once I came off age. I told them to keep it longer as it would look suspicious if those spells found their way to the three of them right the next day." Harry whistles as he says this and I laugh and read on.
Hagrid wouldn't … birthday present."
At this Hedwig, who has been keeping to herself and the Owl Stand next to the fireplace in the left wall for most of the reading – and who had been silently soaring over our heads when we had our family hug earlier – happily hoots to make her presence known again and while happy with this knowledge, do I read on.
Harry felt … forward to.
And apparently, so do Sora and Riku as the both of them lean forward in their seats, the two of them almost breaking the other's hand as they grasp onto each other with their fingers interlinked and then Harry says: "Relax guys, me getting the right wand took a while." And while this intrigues me and disappoints the two, do I read on.
The last … charm work."
This shocks me and I can't help but say: "Wow. I mean, I know you never knew about your actual parentage, but I never imagined that the Glamour would even fool Olivander's Mage Sight." This shocks and also confuses my son, yet I suddenly notice how the chapter seems to be reaching its end and hurriedly read on.
Mr. Ollivander … bit creepy.
"Mage sight." I think to myself and I have no doubt that my son is also identifying it under a name he must be totally obvious about and while I wonder if I could get him interested in this – and through it other obscure forms of magic – do I have no doubt that the boy will soon be asking me about it and while scheming, do I read.
"Your father, … wasn't it?"
"Wow, that is one strong bit of Mage Sight. Unless I'm mistaken Hagrid is at least fifty years old, so that Olivander has enough Mage Sight and Photographic memory to recite such a thing after so many years." And while I had been thinking all of this, do I still whistle in admiration, the others nodding with me as I read on.
"It was, … the walls.
"Wow, you were right. That did sound as if it took an endless amount of time." Sora says and Riku mutters: "Not to mention amount of wands. Kind of wonder if he was relying on the difference between wood types or the kind of animal he kept using." And while Harry seems to try and remember this himself, do I read on.
Hagrid whooped … that scar."
This both shocks the two boys in front of me and reminds me of the annoying meeting I had with Dumbledore only shortly after Harry came back from the Graveyard half a year ago in June and while I still hate how the headmaster convinced me of that one – and worry over what it cost Harry – do I ignore this fact and read on.
"Yes, thirteen-and-a-half … but great."
"He should be expecting great things from my brother because he is the son of two powerful families, not because his wand is linked to some murderer." Sora snaps, but Harry rolls his eyes and says: "I wish the world did that instead of expecting madness out of me because of a title." And while he grumbles at the end, do I read on.
Harry shivered … strange, somehow.
"I know how that felt. When I first stepped foot in Traverse Town, I didn't know what to think of it. Then again, I still sometimes get that feeling when I find a new spot in one of the worlds I like visiting and I haven't done that in – wow, half a year now." And while my son seems amazed that so much time has passed, do I read on.
"You all right, … parents died."
And this effectively does the one thing even parting with James, Draco's arrogance and Olivander's dark message couldn't accomplish as the happiness that had been lingering around us like an aura vanishes and while the other two boys seek their comfort by coming over and leaning against our legs, do I read the final bit.
Hagrid leaned … of fact."
Here Harry sighs and while I can tell that what the boy is about to do is very hard on him, do I still feel proud as he says: "As much as I love and care for Hagrid, I would have felt better if he had somehow helped me fight against the way people wanted to single me out for my fame, if only for a bit. It would have made so much things easier."
And while this again reminds me of how he had hinted at the year we are reading about, as well as the other ones – the last two making sense to me because of the Tournament and Umbridge – do I still worry more for the tone of voice my son uses at the end than the implications his words could imply as I pull him closer and read the last bit.
Hagrid helped … had gone.
And with that do I close the book, all of us sagging down as we feel as if we've just had the adventure of a lifetime and then Harry asks: "How long did that take?" And I look at the watch I found on my nightstand earlier this morning, my eyes widening as I mutter: "Three full hours." Shocking the other three boys with me.
"Does that mean that – we break now – or later?" Sora asks, the way he halts in his questions proving he really wants to break now, yet probably feels unsure of physically meeting with a man he only found out was his actual mother not even 48 hours ago, yet the only answer I can give him is: "I'm – not sure, son."
Hey everyone,
So there really weren't that many changes made to this chapter. Just a small change to the part where Sirius "knows" that Harry's hand was scarred and I made Destiny's statements in Italics like I have been doing since I started editing this. To be honest, I really don't know why I didn't do it sooner, they're statements coming from an all-powerful being.
Anyway, so next chapter will have either Lea and James meeting or the chapter that features the Weasleys. I just want to say; the whole thing with Harry, the twins, Umbridge and the brooms – totally unexpected. And the whole First-Generation Pureblood is something DZ2 came up with, so all honor goes to him for that.
THANKS THERE, PALL,
Venquine1990
