AN: Just to let you guys know, if you are going to flame my fanfic because you don't like what I'm doing. Don't read it. Why would you read something you don't like, makes no sense at all.
Also about the tagging flamer, how about you research about tagging... Maybe, you might learn something. I already know not to tag a person just because I'm bashing them, I am not stupid. I am very intelligent and know what I'm talking about. If you really want to ask who is a child, how about you look at yourself. You could have easily ignored what I said in the last chapter. The only reason I am ranting about this, mainly because you need to learn the different between Construction Criticism and Flaming.
But again... I will repeat what I said already... Ron is tagged because he is crucial to part of the plot. Seeing as my 'summary' said it started with Ron and Harry meeting with Draco at the Slytherin Common under Polyjuice potion. And I didn't have to use a single cuss word or vulgarity. Which you have used several... who's the better person? That's rhetorical by the way... I don't need to use vulgar language to make a point. That's what the English language is for.
The main point is, that yes you did flame me. You are not being respectful, you are NOT trying to help. You want something to complain about. That is all that is... That is called FLAMING. You are hating on how I am writing my fanfic because you don't like it. And I can say you are acting like an immature child who doesn't get their way, so you whine about it.
And don't call anyone 'Honey', including me. You don't know me, you are not dating me. You know nothing about me. So DON'T use any familiarity with me.
And in case you didn't know, Constructive Criticism is someone suggesting how to make my fanfiction better, it could be that they notice I'm using a word over excessively and to find other words to use. Or have other ideas I can use to make it more interesting. But they are always valid and well-reasoned.
AN: (Continued) Sorry about that, that review really upset me and I wanted to address it. To everyone else, I am glad you have enjoyed this fanfic so far. It has been taking sufficient time out of my schedule. And you guys are the only reason I won't delay posting the next chapter. Though I have plenty of reason to do just that. Though I will warn you updates will be slower as I have started up my new semester at College two weeks ago while working full time. I will update when I can.
~NicoDiAngeloLover7
Serpent Lies in Crimson – Chapter 8 - Secrets Uncovered
Football was an interesting sport Harry decided. The sport had been played with one ball, though Dean had explained the rules. The boys didn't really try to score any points, considering they didn't know any spells how to transfigure or conjure a net goal yet. So, it was more of a competition on who could steal the ball the most. At the beginning Neville lasted a while before he sat down on the grass. It was more of a competition between Harry and Dean as Seamus soon joined Neville on the grass. It was a little weird to play on the ground instead of the air.
Harry was a little nervous, tomorrow was the start of Easter break and he hadn't heard anything from Zabini yet. The silent comfort he received was that Hermione was going to spend the weekend at her parent's house. Professor McGonagall had arranged a Floo Network to Diagon Alley and she would take the Knight Bus to her home. That had been his main worry, Hermione was too smart and observant. So, Harry knew she wouldn't know about his absence, providing the boys didn't mention his that small detail. Neville had debated on visiting his grandmother during the holidays to keep her a little company but decided it would be best to see her after their second year was over. Dean and Seamus were both staying as well. Harry had a hidden suspicion that Dean and Seamus were only staying to keep Harry company and attempting to protect him from the glares and comments. Though Harry hadn't spotted Ron wandering about, he imagined he would have stayed at Hogwarts. Considering that the Weasley Twins were staying during the Easter break. Though that could be because they rather avoid their mother, not that Harry could blame them for that.
Though the Potter heir wasn't sure if he should be thankful for the piles of homework these past two weeks. That had definitely helped pass the time and didn't give him a change to think on how the meeting at Gringotts was going to go. Though it was nice to know that there was one professor that was on his side. Speaking of that one professor, Harry realized there was only two people besides himself that knew he had collapsed per say. Perhaps the meeting at the bank would reveal some answers to questions that couldn't be answered.
That brought Harry back to the Library, it was mostly empty considering break was starting tomorrow. Though most of the students were probably in their Common Room or the Great Hall or had already been through the arrangements of being home. They weren't going to use the Hogwarts Express, so the use of Portkeys, Floo, and the Knight Bus were being used. The Gryffindor thought it was safe to assume that Blaise would meet him in the Library. Considering that the room they had always met in, was just a few feet away from him. It was barely after breakfast, so maybe Harry had been a little impatient.
It was when Harry's back was to the secret entrance did a hand cover his mouth and he was yanked back into the secluded room. The Gryffindor didn't have much of a reaction until he was released and aimed his wand at his supposedly 'kidnapper…'
Harry's wand faltered when he realized it was Zabini who was smirking at him while leaning against one of the walls.
"Why the bloody hell made you think that was a good idea!?" Harry basically shouted.
Zabini never moved from his spot as he shrugged his shoulders, "you should have been more aware of your surroundings. After all you are talking to a Slytherin."
Harry just groaned, "you make that sounds as if being a Slytherin is a bad thing."
The Slytherin let out a small laugh, "most would agree with that. Not very typical of a Gryffindor."
Harry rolled his eyes but couldn't help but being excited. "So that means you got the… Portkey?"
Blaise just raised an eyebrow, so maybe he needed to explain how a Portkey worked.
"How much do you know about a Portkey, Potter?"
Harry looked a little embarrassed but didn't answer.
"So, basically nothing at all…" Blaise huffed. "A portkey can be anything, a robe, watch, but usually inanimate objects. There's a spell we use to make one. International portkeys are harder to get, typically it requires a license. Now Portkeys can be activated by a keyword or automatically. When it's activated, you basically teleport from one place to another. Its like using Floo Powder without the use of a Fireplace," Blaise had to internally cringe at using the term 'teleport.'
Harry looked a little miffed at the Slytherin's response, but he knew he couldn't take it to heart. Zabini wasn't saying it to be insulting to him. He imagined it was just because he was pissed at his Magical Guardian and the people around him. But the Gryffindor just hoped that using this 'portkey' was more enjoyable than using Floo. He rather avoid making another trip to Borgin and Burkes if he could help it or avoid using Floo in general.
"And to answer your question, my mother sent me the Portkey that will get us to Gringotts. My mother will meet us there. She will be a big asset to have and she's going to make sure this meeting won't meet Dumbledore's ears."
Harry gulped, he didn't expect to meet Blaise's mother quite this early or even at all. And he's heard of some of the stories from his housemates going on about the 'Black Widow.' Though it was debatable on how true some of those stories were. Though Blaise didn't speak much about his mother, but he could tell the Slytherin was protective and cared for her.
"Now a few things you should know before going to Gringotts," Blaise began. "The Goblins will do a few tests, which will require drops of your blood. I have blood replenishing potions as a precaution."
The Gryffindor started to look nervous at the mention that his blood was needed.
"Relax, Potter. Blood is the best way to identify yourself and prevents anyone from saying that they are 'the Harry Potter.' Blood is also the strongest force to use to find out what magics you hold and if there is any being used against you."
"Used against me? How?" was Harry's curious response.
"Could be a variety of things, there could be blocks on your magic or your mind. Love potions, manipulation magics, compulsion spells, any of those," Blaise named off.
Harry froze for a minute, 'blocks on the mind,' was that the reason behind the headaches that were beginning to be frequent?
"So, are you going to tell me why you needed a Pain Relief Potion?" Zabini inquired.
Harry bit his lip softly, "I have a feeling you'll find out why at Gringotts…"
The Slytherin nodded, "if I don't find out there, I will demand an answer why later. That was an extremely strong potion."
"Noted," the Gryffindor mumbled. "Anything else I should know?"
"Hmm, we have about an hour before the Portkey activates. Probably the first thing you need to know it's very important to acknowledge a Goblin that is dealing business with you. If you don't know their name, it's best to acknowledge them as Master Goblin. That is their proper title as it was given to them by their ancestors. They are very powerful creatures and it shows them their due respect. There are different positions that each Goblin holds, with the Head Master Goblin being at top. Account managers aren't as important as the Head Master Goblin, but they do hold a high position," Blaise explained.
Harry had his full attention on Blaise. This was the first time he was hearing about common courtesies given to the Goblins at Gringotts.
"Now, there is a common phrase we say to Goblins. They are devious creatures of course. So, it's best to stick to the basics. 'May your gold ever flow.' A possible response you would get would be, 'may your enemies bleed at your feet.' This is showing we respect their customs. Though most won't go as far as this, another way to earn a Goblin's respect is to learn their own language, which is called Gobbledegook."
"Gobbledegook? Do you know it?" Harry asked.
Zabini nodded, "I do, it's very useful to know and it keeps from others from eavesdropping on sensitive conversations."
Harry's eyes were wide, "would I eventually learn the language?"
The Slytherin looked to be in thought for a moment, "I would like you to learn the language. Could be very beneficial for you as the Heir of the House of Potter."
"How do you know I'm already an Heir?"
"One, you are the last Potter alive, despite that you don't have your Heir ring yet. You earn the title at birth. Though it will be a few years before you can earn the title or Lord. Though you may be an exception being the last magical relative," Zabini elaborated.
"Why do you say it like that?" Harry asked.
The Slytherin raised an eyebrow.
Harry blushed in embarrassment, "You know, Heir of Potter?"
"It's common respect. Let's say I just ran into you in Diagon Alley, as a greeting I would say. Heir Potter. Like you would say Heir Zabini to me. That is just more formal and respectful. Now those that are Lord or Lady of a house is something different. Take my mother for example, she is known as Lady Zabini. Now, as friends you wouldn't need to be as formal. But, you'll get this formal greeting at Gringotts.
"Oh…" Harry mumbled. "Who would teach me the Goblin's language?"
"It's Gobbledegook, Harry. And I be the one who will teach you," Blaise corrected.
Harry almost gapped at Zabini, that was the first time the Slytherin referred to him by his first name, instead of his last. He was so shocked he almost didn't catch what Blaise had said.
"You will?" Harry was flabbergasted.
"Of course, after all you're under the protection of the House of Zabini," Blaise smirked.
"Uhhh, okay…" Harry mumbled, unsure what Zabini meant by that.
Blaise hid a smile, the Gryffindor in front of him didn't even realize the significance behind his words.
"Ummmm…" Harry started to stutter. "When do you plan to start teaching me Gobbledegook?"
Zabini looked thoughtful, "well today is focused on meeting with the Goblins. Maybe in a few weeks or so until end of term. Then probably continue when term resumes in September."
The Potter heir blinked a couple times, he of course knew that Blaise wasn't going to start teaching a new language today. But the thought of learning a new language that Hermione probably didn't even know was intriguing. Though there was a small hope that Zabini may invite him to his home as an excuse to get away from the Dursleys.
"Well the Portkey is about to activate, and I think you're ready," Blaise commented as he whispered tempus under his breath.
Harry's eyes went wide, "Really!? You think so?"
Blaise snorted, "well, you're not ready to go by your lonesome. That much is obvious. But you know enough, and we can fill in for the stuff you aren't as knowledgeable about. But you won't intentionally insult a goblin and that was the main priority. You are at a bit of a disadvantage but, I believe you will learn quickly about the customs. Though, I personally would have preferred to instruct you for a few more months, but this is unavoidable."
Harry just nodded, he honestly couldn't think of a reply. Though a small smile broke his face, Zabini basically handed him a compliment. It was obvious enough that the Slytherin hated Gryffindors, but it was like he had confidence that Harry could pull this off. It almost made Harry want to be able to impress Blaise, of course not to the extent of showing off like his friend, Hermione would. Harry knew that a scowl would immediately form, and he had no intent to prove that Malfoy was right. He wanted to prove to Blaise that he could be a suitable heir to his house, despite the fact that he knew he had a lot to learn.
"Grasp my shoulder," Blaise instructed, tearing Harry out of his thoughts.
The Potter heir did as the Slytherin said as the boy whispered a phrase in another language. Gobbledegook, perhaps? Harry wasn't quite sure since he never heard the language.
The floor suddenly disappeared under both boy's feet as they were transported to Gringotts in Diagon Alley.
Harry almost stumbled and would have landed flat on his face if not for the grip he had on Blaise who was standing straight up.
"Hmm, little bit a practice will do you good," Blaise muttered quietly.
Harry had to shake his head a bit to ease the queasiness he felt. Assuming it was from feeling like he was shoved in a tube. "Where are we?"
"Private chambers for apparition and portkeys inside Gringotts. Come on, we need to speak to the Head Goblin, my mother should be there already. But you need to request a private chamber for what we need to discuss," Blaise explained as he ushered Harry out of the spacious room.
The young Potter nodded as he tried to gaze at the room and the hallways, never have been down the corridor before, naturally the raven was curious.
Not too soon was the two in front of the main desk as if they had strolled through the main entrance. Though Blaise noticed his mother wasn't in sight quite yet, most likely she used a portkey later than them.
Blaise was then whispering in Harry's ear what he should say as the goblin before them was working on paperwork. The tone was nervous, but it somehow came out strong. "Master goblin, I wish to speak to the House of Potter's Head Account Manager."
Harry's form was a little stiff and nervous as the goblin peeked above his papers to look down at the two boys. The tiny creature huffed at them, though he looked a little intrigued.
"We are only dealing with clients today. I don't have the time to deal with teenage wizards trying to pull the will over our gold." The goblin then turned back to his paperwork.
Blaise's eyes narrowed while silently seething as Harry stood their awkwardly. What were they supposed to do if the goblin basically turned them away? It was then that Harry stared at Blaise in shock.
The 12-year-old Italian boy had started to speak in the Goblin's native tongue, Gobbledegook.
"I would rethink that decision, Master Goblin. After all, we can just take our business elsewhere. And to think how much you would lose…" Blaise left off as he subtly flashed his Heir ring.
Harry didn't think the goblin's eyes could have gotten any wider when Blaise started speaking this… other language. Gobbledegook if the reaction from the goblin was any indicator. He was proven wrong when he noticed Blaise had moved his right hand a little bit and noticed a flash of silver, it was a ring. What type of ring, Harry wasn't quite sure.
The goblin could be seen struggling for words, "my deepest apologies Heir Zabini. You are always welcome at Gringotts. I was unaware I would be seeing you this evening."
Blaise's eyes flashed for a moment before relaxing and spoke in English, "I will be having a word with the Head Goblin while I'm here."
If the goblin hadn't already looked nervous, Harry would describe the look as frightened.
That was when Blaise had switched back to Gobbledegook and Harry was confused again. "And I believe we asked to speak to the House of Potter's Head Account Manager."
"I'm sorry, Heir Zabini. But only the Heir, Lord, or a descendant of the Potter's can request to speak with their Accounts Manager," the goblin replied if not a bit nervous.
Harry nervously looked at Blaise, wondering if he was going to mention him or not. What the Gryffindor didn't notice was a small ward to prevent eavesdroppers.
"This will no reach other ears, or the consequences with the Head Master Goblin won't compare to this. The 'young wizard' you so called, is Harry Potter. Apparent heir to the House of Potter," Blaise snipped.
"Mr. Potter then would be allowed to speak to the Account Manager, but you aren't authorized to be with him," the goblin said hesitantly.
"'Heir' Potter is under the Protection of the House of Zabini, I believe I do have a right to be there," snarked Blaise.
Harry would have laughed at the gobsmacked expression on the goblin, had the situation not been as serious. That was before he almost jumped out of his skin, not noticing the woman that apparently appeared next to him.
The woman was extremely beautiful and seemed to carry the same skin tone as Blaise. Her long black hair seemed to cascade down her back as she wore Satin emerald robes with silver embroiled along the seams. There seemed to be a crest embroiled on the front of the robes while wearing what looked to be expensive earrings and necklace.
Harry noticed she was standing straight and almost looked bored. Though the Gryffindor warily glanced at supposedly, Blaise's mom, the Black Widow.
"I believe a private chamber would be suitable for this conversation. I would recommend summoning the Head Master Goblin, as this is a matter of utter importance," her tone was cold and her eyes calculating.
"Of course, Lady Zabini. Heir Zabini and Mr. Potter, please follow me," the goblin bit out before leading away to a room.
Though Harry didn't see it, there was burning anger in both Zabini's eyes at the blunt disrespect towards him. It was one thing to mistakenly think the young Harry wasn't an heir. But to knowingly dismiss the information twice was an insult.
Once in the private chambers and in front of the Head Master Goblin did Blaise's mom speak.
"Head Master Goblin," she bowed her head in respect. "I requested to speak to you about Heir Potter's fortune with his Head Account Manager. Though this confrontation could have been prevented if not for the disrespect your goblin has shown to Heir Potter, my son, and myself."
The Head Master Goblin was sitting at the desk in the spacious office surrounded by contracts and paperwork as he looked at the Italian woman.
"My deepest apologies, Lady Zabini. I will see that corrected immediately. As I will be attending that, I will have Gordrick escort you to a private chamber, so you can discuss the needed details with the Potter's Head of Accounts Manager, Ridoric. I hope that you, Heir Potter, and Heir Zabini enjoy your visit to Gringotts as I correct this."
"My thanks, Head Master Goblin. And may your gold ever flow," Lady Zabini nodded her head as if in a bow.
"And may your enemies bleed under your feet."
It was as the trio were walking out of the office that Harry whispered to Blaise, "what will happen to that goblin?"
"Beheading," Blaise admitted softly.
Harry almost stopped in his tracks. "What…. why?" He was so shocked, was it that serious of an offense?
"You must understand, Harry. You are a very powerful wizard and by not calling you Heir is a very serious offense. If someone is unaware, that is one thing, but to knowingly do it twice is twice the crime. It is a custom with Goblins and wizarding tradition, beheading is the punishment. That goblin knew what his punishment was going to be, and he did it anyways. Especially knowing that you are under our protection," Blaise explained as they walked down the corridor.
"Ohhh," Harry mumbled. "Under your protection? What does that mean? You said it once at Hogwarts."
"I will explain it to you later, but first we need to talk to your Head Account Manager over the House of Potter and perform some tests about how much you do have. And if needed, cleansing rituals," the Slytherin answered as they entered a door to the right.
"Cleansing rituals?" Harry squeaked.
"Only if necessary," Blaise answered.
"That's not very reassuring…" Harry muttered.
"Wasn't supposed to be," Blaise smirked.
"Bloody Slytherins," Harry muttered under his breath.
That was when Harry realized he was in front of another goblin that had a devious grin.
"Heir Potter, I am Ridoric. I am your Head Account Manager over the House of Potter. Any properties, fortune, artifacts, vaults; I am responsible over."
Harry just stared shocked at the goblin who was standing a few feet away.
"Heir Potter needs to do some heritage and blood tests for tampering and list of properties of inheritance," Lady Zabini cut in, knowing the young boy wouldn't know what to ask.
"Of course, Lady Zabini. Heir Potter, if you would go over to that table. I would like some samples of your blood to prevent any tampering that may be done," the goblin directed.
The Gryffindor walked over to the long wooden table that held a small silver, metallic bowl and a gold infused dagger. The sight had made Harry gulp nervously.
"I'm going to need three drops of your blood for the heritage test, Heir Potter."
"Just gently prick your finger on the blade, the blade will do the rest," Blaise whispered in Harry's ear.
It was like a numbing sensation as Harry watched the necessary drops of blood fall in the silver bowl.
There was a roll of parchment linked to the bowl. The parchment began to unroll as words formed.
Harrison James Potter-Black
Blood: Pure
Mother: Lillian Rose Potter (née Evans) (née Shafiq)
30 January 1960 – 31 October 1981
Will: Sealed
Blood: Pure
Father: James Charles Potter
27 March 1960 – 31 October 1981
Will: Sealed
Blood: Pure
Godfather: Sirius Orion Black
Godmother: Alice Longbottom
Magical Guardian: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Abilities:
Metamorphmagus – 95% blocked (By Albus Dumbledore)
Parseltongue – 100% (Block broken) (By Albus Dumbledore)
Parselmagic – 100% blocked (By Albus Dumbledore)
Wandless Magic – 90% blocked (By Albus Dumbledore)
Animagi – 90% blocked (By Albus Dumbledore)
Accidental Magic – 60% blocked (By Albus Dumbledore)
Natural Healing – 40% blocked (By Albus Dumbledore)
Occlumency – 100% blocked (By Albus Dumbledore)
Legilimency – 100% blocked (By Albus Dumbledore)
Dark Magic Affinity – 100% blocked (By Albus Dumbledore)
Magics:
Compulsion Charms: aversion to Dark Magic, hatred for Slytherins, Heroism inducer, loyalty to Ronald Weasley, infatuation with Ginerva Weasley, loyalty to Molly Weasley. (Cast by Albus Dumbledore)
Tracking Charms: Glasses, Nimbus 2000, Hogwarts Trunk, Wand, Owl
Oblivatations/Memory Modifications – Ages 1, 5, 11, 12.
Horcrux (By Tom M. Riddle)
Blood Wards (By Albus Dumbledore)
Ward Restrictors – Restrictors based around 4 Privet Drive (By Albus Dumbledore)
The self inking quill had finally finished, and Harry just blankly stared at the parchment. He knew what some of it meant, though the rest let him in a stage of confusion. But one thing was for certain. His mother wasn't a Mudblood, he was a Pureblood, the Headmaster was his Magical Guardian. And it was apparent that the school's precious headmaster had been warping his memory or even his mind for years! And that fact alone disturbed the Gryffindor in so many ways that he couldn't even describe. But what had made Harry the angriest was about his natural healing ability, he knew he had it as it saved his life more times than he could remember. It was the fact that Dumbledore tried to block it and would have unknowingly killed him, or maybe he already knew what he was doing and just didn't care…
Had the room all four of them were in, not been warded, Harry's emotions would have been enough to produce significant damage.
Though Harry didn't know what to think about that Ron's and his friendship was faked and the woman that he started to look up to as a mother, was all set up on purpose. Course there was that thing about the Weasley's youngest daughter, and just the thought was gross in itself. Then, there was the fact that his prized possessions were being tracked, specifically him. Other than that, Harry was wary to look at Blaise and his mother, not sure what reactions what he would see. The Gryffindor knew he had to been gaping upon first look at the parchment. He secretly hoped that the two would be able to fill in the blank spots that he was missing.
At first glance, Harry couldn't see any anger, but realized that Blaise was seething. Lady Zabini's eyes were flashing with anger, and that was the only indicator of her temper. The Potter Heir wasn't sure if he should feel happy or glad for someone to be angry on his behalf. Especially for a woman that seemed to be cool and collected at first glance.
"What does this all mean?" was Harry's hesitant question.
The question brought a set of twin eyes to Harry and their expressions softened a little. Despite the anger that showed, there was no point of focusing that except to the person of blame. But there needed to be additional plans set in motion. How long that would take… that would be up for debate.
"Heir Potter, I promise some of this will be explained. Though it may be best to give your blood for your properties and fortune before we do so," Lady Zabini spoke. Though the tone was more formal, mainly because she didn't know much about the 'Boy-Who-Lived', besides what her son had told her.
Harry silently nodded, not sure if he could speak again at the moment.
"Heir Potter, I will need another 4 drops of your blood with this dagger, if you will," Ridoric spoke with a grin.
Harry followed his words as another parchment started to unravel and words appeared.
He didn't bother read the beginning, assuming it would have his name information like the inheritance test.
Trust Fund – 687: 57,867 Galleons
62,688 Sickles
42,654 Knuts
Family Vaults – 698, 764, 654, 655. 656
6,545,965,965,444 Galleons
2,716,874,516,456 Sickles
465,481,389,156 Knuts
Ancestral Vaults – 556, 445, 544, 644, 566. 421
Properties: Godric's Hallow (desecrated illegally), Ravenclaw's Castle, Slytherin's Cavern, Shafiq's Manor, Peverell Grounds, Potter Manor, Black's Library, Searave's Cottage, unplottable, unplottable, unplottable, unplottable, unplottable, Lemonbirds Dum House, Winter Woods Home.
Harry had glanced over more over the parchment, the main information he was looking at was his family's fortune. He felt like he was gapping, like he couldn't believe what he saw. That didn't count how much the vaults below the Potter fortune had. Going all the way to the single digits, mainly for the Gryffindor, Slytherin, and Ravenclaw vaults. It held also the fortune about Black's, Shafiq, Peverell vaults. It was hard to think about how much he had total, considering the other vaults held 10 times as much or more.
"Why does the Ancestral Vaults not show any galleons like the others?" Harry asked.
"Ancestral Vaults hold heirlooms, artifacts, and grimoires, they do not hold any money unlike your Trust and Family Vaults," Blaise explained.
"Ohh…" Harry mumbled, not wanting to focus much on how much he had in money and land, he asked another question. "What about everything on the other piece of parchment? The Inheritance stuff?"
"I will go over more about your vaults and properties at a later date," Lady Zabini said to the Potter Heir. Today is more about your inheritance that you should have had access to years ago."
Harry grimly nodded as Blaise started speaking.
"One thing, we know for certain. You are a Pure-Blood, Harry. Blood can't lie. I believe your mother must have been adopted. I always heard stories where the Noble House of Shafiq believed one of their daughters had been killed. It was more of she was probably kidnapped and placed where a muggle family adopted her, and she took the name Evans."
"Wizengamot, will not look at this kindly, it is one crime if one parent was a muggle and the other a wizard or witch. But to purposely neglect the honor of your Houses and to do that to a Pureblood, it's unspeakable…." Lady Zabini commented.
Harry's eyes went wide, "How would you know if it was on purpose, Lady Zabini?" Harry asked.
The Gryffindor got a sharp look, "a register is always made for every student that goes through Hogwarts and goes through the Ministry of Magic. Doing this, their blood status is reported. It is not impossible to hide a witch or wizard's blood status. But it is extremely difficult. I imagine Lady Potter had a test done, if not done by deceased Lord Potter's insistence. The only way it wouldn't come out was if by another person's insistence. So, unless the test was done at Gringotts, the test would come up as if Lady Potter was born an Evans, not a Shafiq, which is her honor. Hence the official documents would be sent to the Ministry of Magic. It is possible that the documents may have been sent, but Hogwarts' deemed Headmaster, could place a hold on them as Chief Warlock of Wizengamot."
Blaise answered Harry's unanswered question, "You already know the Ministry of Magic is our government. Wizengamot is our law system within the Ministry. Say you broke a major law in our world and are above the age of maturity, you may be placed in an entire court session with Wizengamot. Usually Amelia Bones, Head of Law Enforcement would over see the case. Though the Chief Warlock would also preside over the court and holds majority of votes. Usually those under the age of maturity has a smaller session, though most concerns are with accidental magic. As for the register, it's like in the Muggle World how they identify everyone there."
Harry nodded in understanding, "Something I am curious about. I've been getting these headaches a lot, some more worse than others. I expected to have a major one honestly, enough to knock me out…"
Blaise's eyes lit up in understanding, "the blocks. This room wards all kinds of magic. It must be the blocks on you, the room is preventing those headaches was reacting to this information. Depending on what the block is for, I would imagine it's to prevent you from finding out about your inheritance. The closer you get, the worse the headaches will be. We already know that you have memory modifications, it must be something you came across or remembered. The time I gave you the potion, what started that?"
Harry had to think for a minute before answering, "Professor Flitwick was telling me about my parents. But it wasn't until he mentioned Sirius Black and how he didn't think it seemed right that he was imprisoned in Azkaban."
Blaise looked thoughtful as his mother studied Heir Potter.
"That would make sense…" she muttered softly.
"What makes you say that, mother?" Blaise glanced back.
"Sirius Black was best friends with deceased, Lord Potter. You would think they were brothers. I was very doubtful when Sirius Black was imprisoned. The crimes against him were not logical. I imagine Heir Potter may have remembered something when he was younger that may prove this," Lady Zabini elaborated.
"Even if I remembered, how would that help?" Harry asked.
Lady Zabini looked unimpressed, "Your name holds a lot of power and influence, Heir Potter. So, let us say theoretically, that Sirius Black was innocent and didn't do anything the Wizengamot claims he did. What if that information was repeated in your own home and it is somewhere in your memory? The same memory that our 'dear Headmaster' modified. Why this would matter… Sirius Black is your godfather, he has legal claim to you if something should have happened to your parents."
"And if he is innocent… I would have never gone to the Dursleys…" Harry whispered to himself.
"Dursleys? I don't recognize that name?" Lady Zabini asked.
Harry bit his lip nervously, "you probably wouldn't, Lady Zabini. They are muggles."
Lady Zabini stared at Harry critically, "disgusting creatures," she muttered. "Explain to me, Heir Potter, why you happened to be placed with muggles and not with Wizard kind?"
"They are my only living relatives," Harry answered weakly as if repeating what he'd been told by Dumbledore. "That's what Dumbledore told me. Where else would I go?"
"Meddling old coot," Lady Zabini muttered. "I would recommend looking at the Potter tapestry. But those 'muggles' are not your only relatives. Not only are you a Potter by blood, but you are also a Black. There are still Blacks around, Narcissa and Andromeda are two prime examples. And we will be going over late Lady and Lord Potter's Wills."
Lady Zabini looked over at the goblin at the desk critically, who discretely nodded his head. He may not have been in charge over the Ancient and Noble House of Zabini, but he would be a fool to deny the request especially when Heir Potter is currently under their protection.
Harry brightened up at the thought of possible relatives besides the Dursleys. Then he suddenly thought of something, "if Sirius Black is my godfather, how come Alice didn't raise me if she's my Godmother."
Blaise glanced at his mother warily, the Zabini Heir didn't even know what to Lady and Lord Longbottom. All his mother had said was that something happened to them that they would never recover from.
Lady Zabini gave a cold look, "I am not going to give details. But something happened to their family and they were unable to. I will explain later, but you are too young of age."
The Potter wanted to protest but held his tongue when he saw Blaise's look.
"Now, my son and heir does not even know the exact details of the Noble House of Longbottom. Though you are both Heirs, you are only at the age of twelve. Moving on from the subject of appointed god parents. Blocks on your abilities… We are now aware that you are a Metamorphmagus, an ability that's been inherited by the Ancient and Noble House of Black. And the fact you have the ability to become an Animagus," Lady Zabini's tone was strict and almost cold.
Harry was lost for a moment, something that Blaise soon filled in. But the Potter heir's expression brightened a little bit at the knowledge that Neville was an Heir to a Noble house.
"Being a Metamorphmagus means you are able to change what you look like. Make your hair long or short, color of your hair or eyes. It's like taking the Polyjuice Potion, but instead of taking a potion, a person is born with the ability. But like with an ability, you have to learn to train and control it."
The Gryffindor looked thoughtful for a moment, he remembered when he was able to regrow his hair when his Aunt Petunia cut his hair. Maybe that was what Blaise meant.
"What about the Animagus bit?" Harry asked.
"It's a process you will learn in Transfiguration. Basically, it is the ability to transform yourself into a form of a creature. The creature is predetermined, there is a spell that pulls you into a trance to see what form you'll take. They don't recommend attempting the process until you are 16 or of age at minimum. There are witches and wizards who aren't compatible to be animagi. You are compatible, but Dumbledore thought he would place a block on that ability," Blaise explained with a bit of anger at the end.
Harry felt like he could only gap, for what reason did Dumbledore have to block his magic? To keep him weak? He felt like he should feel anger, but it was like he was too shocked to feel anything. And without the power of the block in place, his mind provided a brief glimpse of a black dog and some type of deer with antlers.
"What did you see?" Blaise asked when Harry opened his eyes.
Harry didn't realize his eyes had even closed, "something about a black dog and some sort of deer with antlers."
"It's a possibility that they were two Animagus, though the politically correct term would be stag not deer with antlers. Could be members of your family or your family's friends. Your mind is trying to fight the memory block and with the nullifying effects of the room, there's no resistance," Blaise noted.
"Ohhh…" Harry mumbled.
"What about that Occulane thing and that Luminancy or whatever it's called," Harry asked.
Blaise almost rolled his eyes, "For one, it is called Occlumency and Legilimency. They are mind arts, one is to read your mind and the other shields your mind. Dumbledore will be facing some serious repercussions to daring to block those abilities."
"Why is it that serious?"
"To place a block on abilities with mind magic can make a person go insane. Even a person who has no affinity for the skill, it still protects the mind. Too much exposure to Legilimency with a block on Occlumency will also cause insanity as it shreds the mind apart. It's already a serious offense in general, to place it on someone from an Ancient or Noble house is ten times the offense," Blaise's tone was serious as his eyebrow twitched.
"I'm going to have to get that cleansing ritual, aren't I?" Harry hesitantly asked.
"There's no avoiding it, we have to get those blocks removed. There is the worry if there were memory modifications when you are still 12. You will be getting your Heir ring today, it will protect your mind and stop further blocks."
"Won't that make Dumbledore suspicious, if a block doesn't work on me?"
"No, any type of scan he could do will show the block still there, even after a cleansing ritual. Only the official documents will show the true result. And no goblin would ever want to help Dumbledore with that, after what happened today. Even if Dumbledore tried to cast another block on you, it would show on his scan, but the ring won't let it take hold. Heir and Lord rings are extremely powerful, even if you just held a Family Signet Ring."
"What is the different in an Heir ring or that Signet ring?" Harry asked.
"Well you can't just give an Heir ring to anyone in the family, tradition to give it to the eldest unless they are unworthy of the title. Same thing goes to the Lord ring, its specifically for the head of the family. A signet ring holds the same protections, but it doesn't have to be specifically to the Heir or Lord."
"What about the Parselmagic, thing?" Harry asked as he looked down at the first parchment.
"Well you already know that you can speak Parseltongue. Parselmagic is even more powerful than regular magic. For one the magic has been passed down since the original founders. Let us say, for example, if you did a charm, only you or another Parselmouth could cancel it. As the counter curse would have to be done in that same language. Finite would not be enough. What most don't realize, Parselmagic isn't a dark art, it's mostly used for healing centuries ago. There is the myth that Parselmagic was used to tame dragons, as most dragons can be descended from serpents. You'll probably need a teacher who's versed in Parselmagic, though…" Blaise left off, knowing there was only one other Parseltongue and it was a debate if he was actually alive or not.
"Hmmm, there may be one problem, if the ritual goes well. The Ward restrictors should vanish, though I doubt the Blood Wards have worked at all. But that Horcrux has to go, that will be one of the main priorities," Lady Zabini almost muttered to herself.
"What exactly does both those wards do?" Harry asked.
"The ward restrictor is simple enough to explain. It can be placed around an area to prevent a person or an animal for escaping around a certain area. It can be set for a period of time, depends how powerful the magic used is."
Lady Zabini didn't need to explain any further, Harry understood what she meant. That Dumbledore had placed a ward his house that would prevent him from escaping if he tried. In other words, to be kept prisoner with a family that hated him.
"As for the Blood wards, for a person that proclaims himself to be light. That is a very dark ritual," Lady Zabini snorted.
"How is it dark?"
"Any ritual that involves blood does give the impression it is dark. But Blood wards usually require for blood to be spilt. And if a person isn't careful, the lure of the magic can corrupt a person. The blood has to be cleansed or it will try to rotten your blood with black pus. A witch or wizard has to have a very strong will and magic to even think about attempting Dark magic. Not because it is evil, but mainly because of how much energy and emotion has to be in the spell. Something you will learn as you go through Hogwarts. Now, some have an affinity for the art and the spells are easier. But that will make lighter spells more difficult to cast, unless their core is grey. But every witch and wizard have an affinity for each type of magic."
"Huh…" Harry muttered. Though he knew he didn't understand everything that Blaise's mom was saying. But her explanations were helping him grasp the idea. As he still wasn't sure what she meant by Horcrux, after all it was on the first parchment. But the rest of the information made more sense than having words that he didn't understand.
"Master Goblin, Ridoric, is there an antechamber for a Cleansing Ritual?" Lady Zabini directed her attention back at the Potter's Head Accounts' Master Goblin.
"There is one available, Lady Zabini. I will direct these documents to Heir Potter after he claims on the Heir Ring," Ridoric stated.
"Make that redirection to the Zabini Estate in Italy. I believe there is a mail redirecting charm to send all of Heir Potter's to Albus Dumbledore instead of directly to its intendant."
"That can be arranged, Lady Zabini. Now if you will all follow me."
The antechamber was only down the hall, the room was bare except for the silver, pure crystals that were placed around the room on the floor made of Carrara glass marble. There was no table or paperwork in sight.
"These crystals radiate pure magic, specifically crafted by Goblins and infused with their magic. So only they can touch or pick up one of those crystals. It is very powerful magic and can wipe any interfering dark or light magic. And all the additional magic is extracts can't leave the barrier line. But, only you can go past the crystals boundary," Blaise whispered in Harry's ear.
The Potter heir looked at Blaise's nervously before stepping inside the crystal's boundaries to the center of the room.
Lady Zabini discretely nodded at Ridoric before the goblin went around the chamber and lightly touch each crystal. As the goblin touched the crystals, they lit up with an illuminating white flash. Each crystal directing to the center of the room with the largest crystal on the ceiling. It was when all ten crystals hit the main one did the main crystal absorb all of the energy and hit Harry head on and lit up the entire room with bright, white light.
The Gryffindor crumpled to the ground as the magic began to extract all the interfering magics.
Lady Zabini observed coldly as her son watched with bated breath.
Blaise had never had to undergo the ritual himself, but he knew it was excruciating as the magic would force all the extra magic out of you. Almost like it was trying to peel the very skin off your body or continuously being held under the Cruciatus Curse. The Zabini Heir didn't know much about the torture curse, only that prolonged exposure induced insanity. That was as much as his mother would say about that Unforgivable Curse.
The bright, white light prevented anyone from really seeing what was happening inside the magical barrier. There inside the barrier, was Harry Potter lying on the floor with his mouth gaped as if silently screaming.
Harry couldn't explain what it felt like to have the extra magic extracted from him. All he knew it was worse than anything his uncle could have used against him. It felt like he was screaming, but no noise escaped his mouth. It was almost like every part of his body was hurting as memories shot through his mind and he couldn't tell what hurt anymore as he fell unconscious.
It had to be another half hour before the main crystal finally powered down and the Zabini's could see Harry's still form on the floor. Ridoric walked past the barriers and hovered his hand over the Potter's Heir while whispering some words in Gobbledegook.
Harry's eyes fluttered open and had to wince when he tried to move.
A few more words were whispered in Gobbledegook. "A temporary energy supplement. Heir Potter's energy will return shortly," Ridoric explained. "It will be enough, so he can claim the Heir ring and later claim the Lord Ring if applicable."
Harry slowly nodded his head, it was a bit disorienting to be in pain and it suddenly gone.
"If you all will follow me, I can summon the Heir ring in my office," Ridoric stated as he glanced over to the Potter Heir before leaving the Ritual Antechamber.
To Harry it felt like he was going through a maze in order to reach Ridoric's office. It was corridor after corridor, with a series of going left and right and back and forth.
Once in the office, Harry's attention went straight to the wooden box that seemed to have runes carved into.
Ridoric went behind his desk to handle the wooden box as words were whispered in his native language. Sliding the box open did two rings appear on the red, velvet leather. "One of these rings is the House of Potter's Heir ring and the other is the House of Black's Heir ring. In due time will you be able to claim the Lord rings."
Harry exhaled as he stared at both rings. The one on the left had a silver band, with a deep red background with the letter 'P' in the center. The ring on the right also had a silver band, but instead of red, it was a deep violet with the letter 'B' in the center. Both rings seemed to carry a wave of power in them.
"The coat of arms won't be on heir rings, only on the Lord's Ring," Blaise explained as Harry continued to gaze inside the wooden box.
Harry nodded as Blaise spoke before looking back at him when he continued talking.
"Your Potter Heir ring will go on your right hand, on your ring finger. The Black heir ring will go on your right hand, on your pinky finger," Blaise instructed.
Harry slowly picked up the Potter heir ring before sliding it on his ring finger on his right hand. He felt a rush of warm flow over him as the magic reenergized him. It was after Harry felt the effects wear off that he picked up the Black's heir ring. He placed it on the correct finger, it held the same rush of warm that the Potter heir ring had. And then noticed that both rings resized to fit his fingers.
"Wow…" the Gryffindor muttered as he viewed both rings on his right hand.
Lady Zabini nodded in approval. "The rings have a concealment charm added to them, so anyone that you want the rings to be concealed from, including the Headmaster. It can be activated by your thoughts, if you want them shown. You have to actively think to that person to see the rings, because they have to be added into that ward."
Harry grinned at the thought.
"I would like Heir Potter-Black to do one more test. Can we fetch the Inheritance documents and see if they self-updated," Lady Zabini turned her attention from the Gryffindor to the Master Head Account's Goblin.
"Of course, Lady Zabini," Ridoric commented before snapping his fingers. The parchments appeared in his hands before handing them to Lady Zabini.
"This is adequate. Your blocks have been removed as well as the compulsions, modifications, and tracking charms. Though we are running short on time before your presence will be missed at Hogwarts," Lady Zabini said to Harry before turning back to Ridoric.
"I want late Lady and Lord Potter's wills unsealed and sent to my estate. I will reconvene here with Heir Potter-Black at a later time. There are some matters I must attend to."
Ridoric wasn't surprised by the request, it wasn't in the nature of doing things concerning of Gringotts. But it had been done before and it had already angered him that Albus Dumbledore had sealed the documents. But without the Potter's heir and future Lord to request it unsealed, the matter was left unsaid. And it was within the Headmaster's power to seal the documents being the Potter Heir's magical guardian. Though it was suspicious that the old coot was his guardian, Ridoric believed it was done illegally.
"It will be done, Lady Zabini," Ridoric said with a grin.
Lady Zabini smirked, "May your enemies always bleed underneath your feet, Master Head Goblin."
"And may your gold always flow," Ridoric replied with a small nod of the head.
Lady Zabini turned her attention back to her Heir and Heir Potter-Black. "I will be using the apparition chambers; your portkey will key back to Hogwarts. I will send a letter soon."
Blaise had given a firm nod before grasping Harry's arm and whispering a phrase before touching the portkey.
It was just like when Harry had portkeyed earlier that day, almost stumbling in an effort to remain upright.
"Not as bad as the first time," Blaise noted with amusement. "Now we don't have much time, but since we know you regained some memories. Though I am unsure of how many, I would advise to not look in the Headmaster's eyes or Professor Snape for that matter."
Harry had to take a moment to regain his senses before muttering, "bloody hell…" under his breath. Afterwards did he raise an eyebrow at the Slytherin, "what's wrong with looking at them in the eye."
"Quite a vulgar tongue," Blaise remarked. "We already told you what Legilimency is, the Headmaster is very proficient with the art as is Slytherin's Head of House."
Harry looked alarmed at the information sunk in, "so… I just don't look them in the eye?"
"Correct, Legilimency requires eye contact. Until you learn Occlumency, avoid looking them in the eye," Blaise continued on.
The Gryffindor relaxed a little bit as he ignored Blaise's first comment, "okay… when would I start learning then? Since you already mentioned learning the Goblin's language."
Blaise had to think for a minute, "it would be more of a priority of learning Occlumency over learning Gobbledegook."
Harry looked disappointed for a minute before he noticed Blaise's scowl. "Right… open book… sorry, Zabini."
The Slytherin rolled his eyes before muttering, "Bloody Gryffindors." Then he spoke again, "you will learn how to speak Gobbledegook, but I rather know you can protect your mind than learn another language. Your heir rings will help shield your mind, but you need to learn the art to strengthen them."
"Makes sense," Harry muttered to himself before realizing what room they were back in. "We're back in the Library's secret room…"
"That much is obvious," Blaise droned.
Harry glared at Blaise half-heartedly.
"A Portkey can be tied to a specific location, since we portkeyed out of this room, that's where our returning destination will be unless it is modified."
The Gryffindor nodded before a wave of nausea hit him. He almost had to lean against the nearest wall. He had to regain his footing for a moment before shaking his head.
The Slytherin in front of the Potter Heir grew an expression of concern. "Repressed memories," he guessed.
Harry could barely nod as his mind almost felt like it was splitting. Then suddenly, he began to feel the easing magic effects of his two Heir rings relieving the pain. But it felt like he had all the missing pieces beginning to fill in. More images were appearing in his mind, flying through his mind like a muggle movie.
There were glimpses of flaming red hair, a snake behind a glass, a black and shaggy dog, and a flash of green light. It wasn't much but it was more than he had before. And he knew he had part of a memory of his mother, remembering back to what she supposedly looked like in the Mirror of Erised. The young Potter wasn't sure if that was what his mother really looked like or not. But pieces were coming together and told him it was.
Blaise looked relieved, "you'll receive your missing memories piece by piece in order to not overwhelm you mind. Your Heir rings will help as they enforce a protection over your mind."
Harry's terrified look eased up, knowing that he wouldn't have another of those black outs because of a memory block. And regaining those memories wouldn't hurt too much was another secret relief.
"When will the first Occlumency lesson be?" was Harry's curious tone.
"Considering that classes are starting back up tomorrow, I'll give it a few days to a week. I'll owl you a date and we'll convene in here. I'll explain further details then," Blaise decided before taking his leave back to the Slytherin dormitories. It was almost time for dinner.
Harry grinned at that, more than excited to know he was going to learn a new skill. Though he was a little disappointed that he couldn't get some tips today before having to head back to Gryffindor Tower. Though upon learning what time it was, Harry almost had to double back and look again before realizing it wasn't lying. He had been gone for almost the entire day, it was no surprise that Lady Zabini had noted to continue up with the meeting at a later time. Though Blaise's mom seemed satisfied what was accomplished today. Harry couldn't say he blamed her, the main reason Blaise had wanted Harry to go was get his Heir rings and that 'cleansing ritual.' The Gryffindor had to shudder for a second in remembrance. That pain had been unbearable, and he had no wish for a second performance. Though, he almost wished he could have learned what was in his parents wills today, but at least the wills would be unsealed. Which was another to add to the list of grievances against the Headmaster.
Harry didn't know where to begin about his growing anger towards Albus Dumbledore. He originally thought that man was the greatest thing to happen to the wizarding world that he was a part of. But ever since he started talking to Blaise and had some things revealed. That ideal was slipping further and further away. The first thing was about the Dursleys and being required to return each summer. Despite that he had gone to Dumbledore before the summer to request to stay at Hogwarts. A memory that had just resurfaced to his mind. He remembered telling the Headmaster on how neglectful his relatives were and Dumbledore basically brushed him aside, claiming that he was just simply exaggerating. He didn't know many curses, but he wanted to curse that man. Then there was the fact about the modifications to his mind and obscuring his memories with all those blocks on his magic to purposely make him weak. Like he was trying to see if he would…
Harry had to cut himself off on that thought, 'was all Dumbledore trying to do was make him die?' The headmaster had put a compulsion on him to be more heroic than try to hide in the shadows like he would want to. The Fiasco with the Sorcerer's Stone was a prime example. Wanting to get away from those train of thoughts to ponder on later, he recalled that basically Ron's friendship was all faked and basically the headmaster was going to force him to like the Weasley's youngest sister. That thought almost make him sick. The Gryffindor knew that the headmaster probably did more, how much more he didn't know and he wasn't sure he wanted to know just yet. He was already disgusted with Just with this amount of information and hoped that he never saw that man anytime soon. Though, there was a sinking feeling that something would happen, and he would be forced to have a confrontation with the last person he wanted to think about.
The Potter Heir shook his head to try to get rid of that thought. Maybe he was getting some of Blaise's wariness of everyone, especially with everything he now knew. Harry almost had to laugh, 'a Lion with Snake traits…' With that, Harry finally left the secret room and out of the library to the Great Hall to catch dinner before a possible interrogation. Though he knew that those three would only be concerned where he went off to and not accusing like Ron was.
Harry didn't really know what to think as he was eating in the Great Hall. It seemed nobody really noticed his absence unless you counted the stray suspicious looks from Hufflepuff, still claiming that he had petrified Justin. The Gryffindor did get some curious looks from his three friends, as Hermione wasn't supposed to be back until the morning as the only class that day would be in the evening. The looks were more out of concern and he knew they would probably talk in the dorm afterwards. So, seeing as he was starving from not able to have anything all day besides breakfast, he ignored the looks as he ate, though with more decency than Ron.
It was after dinner that brought Harry to his currently conversation.
"What's going on Harry, we haven't seen you all day?" Dean asked as he perched on the end of his bed.
There was nobody else in the 2nd year boy's dormitory besides those four boys as Ron was still in the Great Hall eating. Seamus was currently on his bed, though on his stomach while Neville was sitting at the edge of his. Harry wound up sitting at the wooden desk besides his bed.
The Potter Heir grew a surprised look, he was surprised that the three before him tried to find him. Ron would have given up after the first try or two. Though he knew Hermione was more determined if she was trying to find him. Again, he was silently thankful the girl had been visiting her parents for the very short break. Knowing full and well that Hermione would have grilled him for information as soon as she found him. And with all his emotions running in turmoil, it wouldn't be long for Hermione to figure out something was wrong.
"Sorry about that guys, I had honestly wanted some time alone from the entire school. The Slytherin's aren't as bad seeing as they seem to be the only ones that believe I'm not the heir. But the other three houses seem to think I want all the mu—muggleborns dead in the school. I don't know, maybe it's weird or irrational… but it's like I almost expect you guys to abandon me like the rest of the school has…" Harry admitted.
Neville looked shocked for a minute, "We'd never do that to you, Harry!"
"We're not Ron, Harry," Seamus added softly. "I can't say we know what you're going through, because I be lying."
"What we're trying to say is, we're your friends Harry. So, we can understand that there are times you need space. But you don't have to go at it alone, mate." Dean said with a hesitant smile.
Harry grinned back at them, "I appreciate that guys, I promise I'll keep it in mind."
"And besides, Ron is an idiot for thinking you're the Heir of Slytherin," Dean commented.
"And a prat," Seamus added.
The last comment got a laugh out of everyone seeing as Seamus tried to keep a serious expression before he cracked a grin.
"Well you aren't wrong on that one," Harry laughed.
