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The sky glows
I see it shining when my eyes close
I hear your warnings but we both know
I'm gonna look at it again
Don't wait, Don't wait
The road is now a sudden sea
And suddenly, you're deep enough
To lay your armor down
To lay your armor down
To lay your armor down
Don't Wait by Dashboard Confessional
Chapter 8
It was the next morning after the event in the kitchen. Harry was in his room still in his bed watching the now cut out picture of Hermione. He couldn't stop staring at it; she looked so beautiful with her wide smile.
Harry went to kitchen to get a quick morning snack. As he entered the kitchen he saw Jean making a sandwich
"Good morning Harry" she said as he sat down at the kitchen table. "Here's a sandwich, I sensed you were hungry."
"G'moring Aunt Jean" said Harry taking a bite out of his sandwich. "You know, you don't always have to make me food."
"Yeah I know but I like to make you food" said Jean smiling at him as he ate "It's not everyday when your nephew comes out of prison looking starving out of his mind."
"Does it look like I am unhealthy now Aunt Jean?" said a smirking Harry flexing his muscles which caused Jean to roll her eyes.
Harry laughed before Jean went into a serious manner.
"Harry I wanted to ask you something" said Jean.
"Shoot" said Harry noticing the seriousness in her voice.
"Now since your magical powers are finally freed" she said as Harry nodded for her to continue "maybe you would want to go to the North American Ministry for a trial so we can claim your innocence." (E/N: The North American Ministry was a joint idea because I am from the United States and the author is from Canada. Hey Raquel, football and basketball are better than hockeyJ. A/N: You wish Tom .)
"Wait, what do you mean North American Ministry? Wouldn't it just be the United States Ministry since we are in the U.S.?" asked Harry confused.
"Well there is the United States Ministry; in fact it's connected to the North American Ministry. You see there is a reason why there is a North American Ministry?" said Jean.
"What are they Aunt Jean" asked Harry interested.
"Well first off all of the 21 North American countries have their own Ministry of Magic and their own Minister of Magic. Are you with me so far?" asked Jean.
Harry nodded. He could tell his Aunt was going into her teacher mode.
"The reason there is a North American Ministry is because early on when the countries were settled and became free nations the wizarding community in each country though it would be best if they formed an alliance with the other countries in North America. The reasons are because it would help protect their borders by having a helping hand from a neighbourhood country, not to mention the benefit each wizarding economy would have from the alliance, and many other reasons that I won't get into now. So that was why the alliance was formed and that is why there is a North American Ministry" said Jean.
"So why is the North American Ministry located in the United States?" asked Harry.
"It's because was the first territory turned country to set up a wizarding community which is Salem, also the United States has the largest wizarding community out of all the countries so that and is also has the largest economy, so those are a couple of reasons. Another reason is that Salem is the central point to which all wizards and witches living in North America go to teleport or use other means of transportation to go to any other country that is not in North America, they do this because this way it's the only way that wizards can get in and out of the continent and it is highly protected" said Jean.
(A/N: Good political and geographical explanation Tom. E/N: Thanks Raquel, I am not in advanced political science classes for nothing. Hell, I was even thinking about becoming a politician. A/N: Why did you decide against it? E/N: I decided I just had too much heart lmao J. A/N: Ugh! I knew there was a joke in there somewhere.)
"Oh, okay then. So do you mean claim my innocence for North America or the world?" he asked before his eye went wide.
"The world" she said as he thought about it for a moment.
"Where is the ministry?" he asked.
"Massachusetts, the Salem school of Witchcraft and Wizardry is there too" she said as a smile lit his face.
"Well then what are we waiting for" he said as he quickly finished his sandwich before he used super speed to clean his dishes. After he finished the dishes he sped to his room and changed his clothes as fast as he could then rushed back to the kitchen, he was now in faded jeans with his blue stripped long sleeved dress shirt on and a grey shirt underneath it.
"Let's go" said Harry putting on his brown leather jacket to go outside.
"Good, your ready to go now" said Jean who Harry finally noticed she was dressed up to. "I have already asked the ministry for a meeting."
"What!" said Harry his eyes wide. "What if they put me in Azkaban when I get there? Did you even think before you asked for a trial Aunt Jean?"
"Before you go psycho on me, I didn't need to think before asking to have a trial for you" she said as confusion crossed Harry's face. "What you have to realize Harry is that most wizards and witches from other countries particularly North American wizards and witches disagree with you trial back in London, everyone thinks you got an unfair trial."
"So you are telling me that wizards and witches here believe me?" he asked with disbelief.
"Most of them" she said as they headed to the garage "some other wizards and witches aren't sure what to believe for they keep contact with the British ministry which is in real shambles right now."
"Don't I know it" said Harry as they entered the garage and headed toward a car. "Wait, how are we getting to Massachusetts?"
"Oh! Right" she said grabbing hold of his hand. "Don't let go."
In an instant, Harry immediately felt the tug behind his navel just before he landed hard on the ground.
"Is that how apparation really feels like?" he said getting up off the floor.
"If you keep on doing it, you will get used to it" she said as they walked out an alleyway they apparated to.
"Where exactly are we?" said Harry as they walked in front of an old building.
"Veneficus terminus" she said as they entered the building. "It's the entrance to Salem Alley."
"Oh" he said as a great swift of alcohol mixed with sweat filled his nostrils, the place was full of people "God it smells!"
"Yeah, this place hasn't changed one bit" she said as they tried to get passed the bunch of people to get to a room that was at the back. As they finally entered the room, a spring of memories filled Harry's mind, the room looked just like the entrance at the Leaky Cauldron; a brick wall. Jean took out her wand and tapped a few bricks like Hagrid did back when Harry was 12. As the wall parted Harry gasped, Salem Alley looked nothing like Diagon Alley.
"It looks just like a regular muggle street" he said as they entered the Alley. It in fact looked like downtown New York or Boston with out the skyscrapers, no akward shaped buildings, and no traffic jams stretching back as far as the eye can see. The only thing is that the names and stuff inside and outside the stores. There was a book shop, a pet shop, a Quidditch shop, and many more all with strange names at things
'Oh the memories' thought Harry as they walked down the crowded Alley or street as Jean called it.
"So the ministry is here in Salem Alley?" he asked as they passed a place called Gringotts before he stopped.
"Yup, its just down the street" she said before she noticed he had stopped walking "what is it?"
"Gringotts" said Harry giving her a confused look. "I thought there was only one of them."
"There is but this is a teleporter to the United States side of Gringotts" she said as Harry turned to look at the white building, then turned around in confusion.
"Wait, what do you mean by the United State's side of Gringotts?" asked Harry interested.
"Well every country has their own side of Gringotts. Let me ask you this, have you ever been in a magical tent Harry, how it's much bigger inside than it is outside?" asked Jean, Harry nodded. "Well Gringotts is one of the if not the largest versions of that in the world and what you see from the outside of Grigotts is much bigger in reality. Now the reason each country has their own side of Gringotts is for several reasons. One is to save time and energy. This way it is easier for not only the goblins but the wizards and witches as well because the lines aren't nearly as big as it would be if the bank wasn't separated and the time taken to get in and out of Gringotts is extensively shorter than it would be if Gringotts wasn't split into sections. The second reason is to prevent confrontations between people of different countries if the countries mentioned are having a conflict. Finally, it is for protection reasons because nobody outside of your own country is able to get into another countries section so you don't have to worry about dark wizards or others using the other countries teleporters to escape the country illegally. Do you understand?" asked Jean.
Harry nodded as they started to walk to the ministry, once they finally reached it Harry's stomach did flip flops; he didn't want to go back to Azkaban
'But Aunt Jean said that there is a chance that you can get freed' thought Harry as they entered the very large building. Once inside, Harry raised his eyes brows at the small room they entered. The room was completely white, there was a small desk in the middle of the room that had a hole large enough to put your wand in and a speaker above the hole. Jean walked up the desk and stuck her wand in the hole. Harry was about to ask Jean where the were before a woman's voice cut him off.
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic" said the voice as Harry walked up to stand beside Jean "what is you purpose here?"
"We are here for a trial" said Jean.
"What are your names please?" asked the voice.
"Jean Evans and Harry Potter" said Jean as Harry looked at her curiously
"Thank you for visiting the Ministry of Magic" said the voice "you may proceed"
As Jean put back her wand a door suddenly appeared behind the desk
"Aunt Jean why did you use Evans for your last name instead of your married name Summers, or even the name you used to go under Grey?" asked Harry as they both headed toward the door.
"Because they wouldn't notice that I'm Lily's sister or married even if they traced my wand" she said as Harry nodded before opening the door.
"We are heading to the United States Ministry of Magic because are meeting is with the Minister of Magic of the United States" said Jean.
"I thought we were having the meeting in the North American Ministry of Magic" said Harry.
"No, meeting there are usually meetings of all the Ministers of Magic and also used as the place where representatives of all the North American countries settle international conflicts within North America" said Jean as they walked trough a hallway that separated the United States Ministry of Magic from the North American Ministry of Magic. Once at the door Harry opened it for Jean and when she went inside he entered as well.
Harry gasped, inside the atrium was very gorgeous; there was a long and splendid hall, with a highly polished marble floor. The ceiling seemed to have a dome shape to it, it also was very high and there were pictures of baby angels up in the sky, and it was engraved also with constantly changing golden symbols. The walls are paneled, and lined with fireplaces and there was also a very large fountain right in the middle of the large hall.
"Wow" he said as Jean nodded. "It's so big."
"Yeah but its no match to Britians ministry" she said as they walked to one of the service lifts.
"Why?"
"Well the hall is way much bigger, the fountain is way different; it has a wizard, a witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house-elf" she said as they reached one of the lifts, they waited a little while for the lift to the tenth floor. Finally, once there the lift opened and a bunch of wizards and witches exited the lift all giving him and Jean weird looks especially Jean. Once all of the wizards and witches exited the lift Jean and Harry entered the lift along with a wizard and witch. As the lift door closed Harry noticed the walls were made of mirrors, he looked at his and Jeans clothes, they were both wearing muggle clothes.
'Maybe that's one reason they were staring at us' thought Harry as he looked at Jean through the mirror. 'Maybe they were staring at Aunt Jean so much because she resembles mum so much.'
Harry was broken out his thoughts when the wizard cleared his throat
"You must be Harry Potter" he said as Harry and Jean turned toward him; he was a short skinny man, he seemed to be in his late thirties, he had brown hair and brown eyes. The woman however was much taller than him; she seemed to be in her late twenties, she had blond hair and had brown eyes also. "My name is Allen Corvin and this here is Melinda Stanford."
"I assure you, you should not be afraid" said Melinda "The North American trials are much fairer than those Britain's; we at least let the suspect tell us their side of the story."
"Thank you for you encouragement" said Jean smiling before the lifts finally opened.
"It was finally nice to meet Mr. Potter" said Allen as they four of them exited the lift before Melinda and Allen headed down the hall.
"Huh and they didn't recognize me" said Jean folding her arms across her chest.
"Did you want them to?" said Harry smirking as they followed Allen and Melinda.
"No"
"Well there you go" said Harry before he felt someone smack him on the head. "Hey!"
"Oh come on, it's not like you can feel that Harry" Jean said quietly.
"Well yeah but it's the fact that you did it" said Harry faking being hurt but could help smiling.
Jean laughed before they arrived at the door that held Harry's fate.
"Are you sure you want to do this Harry" said Jean seriousness crossing her features. "I mean we still have time to back out of this."
"Are you kidding? I've been dying to kick Dumbledore's ass and this way I am one step closer!" said Harry as Jean gave him another serious look before Harry sighed. "Yeah let's just get this over with."
She nodded before opening the door. Harry's stomach made another flip flop as they entered the room. It looked just like the court room in Britain's ministry; the only thing is that the wizards and witches sitting on the benches weren't wearing the purple Wizengamot robes but ordinary muggle dressing clothes which seemed oddly weird for Harry
"Please Mr. Potter and Ms. Evans have a seat" said and elderly man that looked like to be in his early fifties; he had black hair that was greying at the temples and amber-brown eyes. "My name is William Elander, I am the Minister of Magic of the United States."
"Nice to meet you sir" said Harry as him and Jean took their seat before Harry noticed that there wasn't any chains on his seat; he smiled at that.
"Ms. Evans or should I say Ms. Grey, it is a pleasure to meet" said William smiling at Jean. "I'm so sorry about your loss."
"Thank you minister and it is a pleasure to meet you too" she said as William clicked his tongue.
"Please call me by my first name or last name" he said with a wave of his hand "the sound of 'minister' or 'sir' makes me feel old"
"But you are old sir-I mean William" said the woman next to him
"Pish, posh what ever" said the William as everyone laughed. "Now Mr. Potter you are hear for another trial to claim you innocence in the death of Cedric Diggory correct?"
Harry nodded as he continued.
"Well then Mr. Potter if it wouldn't be any trouble could you please give us a brief summary of your fourth school year and the day you were sentenced to Azkaban?"
"Sure" said Harry relieved that he actually got a chance to tell his side of the story. "Well before the school year my ex-friends took me to the Quidditch World Cup..."
15 Minutes Later
"Well Mr. Potter, I'm shocked that about Albus Dumbledore's actions" said William after Harry had told him what had happened in his fourth year at Hogwarts leaving out the information about him being an alien.
"Not as much as I am" muttered Harry disgusted about having to talk about the traitor.
"So Peter Pettigrew, who is known to have killed at least 12 people, took your wand and killed Cedric Diggory with it?" asked a man sitting far back.
"Yes" said a now annoyed Harry.
"Well then" said Melinda; the woman who Harry and Jean met in the elevator "that unfortunately isn't good enough evidence for you to claim your innocence Harry."
"Yeah I know that" said Harry playing with the hem of his shirt while getting more and more frustrated. "Does that mean I have no chance at all to be free?"
"Well no" said William "we still got other ideas and more questions."
"Like what?" asked Jean, anxiety clear in her voice.
"Well we could look at Harry's past though a penseive" said Allen as William nodded.
"Yes, good idea Corvin" said William as he conjured a penseive. "Damian would you please pass this to Mr. Potter."
A man in the corner of the room took the pensive from William.
"You know how to use right?" Damian asked walking toward them as Harry nodded.
'Why can't I just show it to him telepathically?' said Harry in Jeans head
'Well you don't want them to find out you are a mutant do you?' replied Jean as Damian handed Harry the pensive.
'No'
"But I need a wand" said Harry as Damian walked back to his spot in the corner.
"Oh yes Ms. Grey will you please lend Harry you wand?" said William as Jean nodded before handing Harry her wand. Harry put the tip of the wand on his temple before he muttered a spell he heard Dumbledore say to take out the memories from his mind before silver liquid came out of his temple. After he put the silver liquid in the pensive Damian walked over and took the pensive from Harry and passed it to William.
"Thank you Mr. Potter" said William smiling at Harry "now if you will excuse me, I need to have a look in the past."
William dipped his head in the silver continents and got sucked in. They all waited for a few minutes before he came back out.
"Well, it seems that Fudge, has gotten me very disappointed with him. Why they don't impeach him is beyond me" said William. "I'm sorry that you had a year wasted for you Mr. Potter" said William sadly.
"Does this mean that I'm freed?" asked Harry with anxiety written all over his face.
"Yes Mr. Potter" said William smiling as a huge sigh of relief came from both Jean and Harry. "Mr. Potter, you are now free to go live on with your life without any fears of the ministry arresting you again."
"Thank you so much Mr. Elander" said Harry smiling. "But what if they do try to arrest me again?"
"Okay, how about I write a document that proves you were declared innocent and I will have myself and as many Minister's of Magic in North America sign it as well. How about that?" said William.
"Thank you again Mr. Elander" said Jean as everyone got up from there seats.
"Mr. Elander can I ask you something?" asked Harry as he walked up the minister.
"Go ahead Mr. Potter" said William as they headed out of the court room.
"Well I was wondering if I could finish my magical exams" said Harry as Jean and William looked at him with wide eyes. "You know, finish my NEWTS."
"Are you sure Harry?" asked Jean as they stopped in front of the lift before Harry nodded.
"Yeah I'm sure" said Harry as the lifts opened before they entered it.
"Alright then" said William. "It may take you awhile though Mr. Potter, to learn everything from fifth year to the seventh year."
"That's not a problem Mr. Elander" said Harry with a smile. "I'm a fast learner."
"Well then if you're a fast learner-"
"Very fast"
"-then I will give you a month" finished William as the lifts opened.
"A month" said Harry bewildered. "Isn't that a bit too long? How about a week?"
"A week?" said William with wide eyes. "Are you sure Mr. Potter? A normal 7th year student can't even learn how to use a Patronus charm properly in a week."
"I did" said Harry as William nodded.
"Alright then Mr. Potter" said William shaking Harry's hand. "A week it is then."
"It was very nice to meet you Mr. Elander" said Jean shaking his hand.
"My pleasure" said William as he walked off but stopped and turned around. "Oh yes Mr. Potter, if you want you can go to Gringott's to check out some money if you need any."
Harry nodded as both he and Jean headed out the ministry.
"I feel so much better now" said Harry as they both smiled broadly.
"So Harry do you want to go check out some money from Gringott's?" asked Jean as they stopped again in front of the large white building.
"Hell yeah" said Harry as they walked toward the entrance, he raised his hand to turn the door knob but stopped his hand in midair. "Wait you said that once you are teleported, we will be in a separate section than the one in Great Britain right, because I don't want to deal with them right now?" asked Harry.
"Yes Harry now stop being so paranoid and open the door" she said as he turned the door knob and as he entered he immediately felt a tug at his navel and before he knew it he was standing in front of a large hallway that looked exactly like Gringott's Bank looked in Great Britain. He took a step forward his mouth slightly open just as Jean came up from behind him
"Cool ain't it?" she asked as they walked toward one of the goblins.
"Yeah" said Harry "it looks exactly the same as Great Britain's version."
"Basically, now would you hurry and walk toward a damn goblin?!"
"Alright, alright" said Harry as they reached a goblins desk. "Hello there."
Harry raised an eye brow noticing the goblin didn't hear him.
Harry tried again and when nothing happened Harry got annoyed and decided to bang on the desk with his fist. Thankfully he didn't hit the desk hard enough to break the desk but it did make the goblin notice them.
"Ah Mr. Potter, sorry about that I am a little hard of hearing, we were wondering when you were going to come back" said the goblin cracking a slight grin. "My name is Bentworth, I was the goblin who took you to your family vault back before you were taken to Azkaban."
"Oh well nice to meet you Bentworth" said Harry as the goblin stood from his seat and walked down the desk to stand in front of Jean and Harry.
"Hello there Ms. Evans" said Bentworth shaking Jean's hand then Harry's hand.
"Hello Bentworth" she said.
"Please come this way" said the goblin walking towards a door in the back of the large hall beckoning Harry and Jean to follow him. "We have some business to attend to, I have some very disturbing news to tell you."
'What do you think the bad news is Aunt Jean?' said Harry telepathically to Jean.
'I don't know' she responded as they entered a small room with a large desk in the middle with two chairs for Harry and Jean to sit.
"Please take a seat" said Bentworth taking a seat himself in a chair in front of them high enough so he could see them.
"Well what is the problem?" asked Jean after she and Harry took there seat.
"Well I'm afraid that more than half you money Mr. Potter has been taken from the vault your parents set up for you until you are of age and able to take control of the Potter vault" said Bentworth.
"WHAT!" yelled Jean and Harry in unison both standing up from there chairs as the lamp on the desk exploded and some of the stuff started to shake.
"Please can you sit back down" said Bentworth worriedly as the pair sat back down. "I'm sure this is a great shock to the both of you but you need to refrain from being angry."
"I will tell you what Bentworth, I usually don't get very angry about most stuff and I don't usually take my frustration out on things but if you don't tell me what's going on now this room will soon become nothing but rubble and dust do I make myself clear?!" said an infuriated Harry who's eyes were glowing.
Bentworth swallowed nervously and nodded shakily. Goblins aren't usually afraid of anything but this young man scared the shit out of Bentworth because he seemed to radiate power.
After a few minutes of calming down, everything stopped shaking.
"I am very sorry about this problem, we-"
"I don't give a damn about your apology!" said Harry his face still red. "I just want to know who the fuck took my money and why?!"
"Harry!" said Jean shocked about Harrys choice of words but he ignored her.
"Well Mr Potter and Ms. Evans, if you didn't know Albus Dumbledore has the advantage of claiming your money and properties because he was signed on the will as one of the people who would be able to live in you houses and be able to withdraw or deposit any amount of your money from the account and properties your parents gave you before you were of age."
"That son of a bitch" said Harry quietly but anger clear in his voice; Jean could tell he was doing his best to contain any anger before he broke anything again.
"Why would he do that? Take money that doesn't even belong to him" asked Jean as tears of anger formed in her eyes.
"He is using the money for his own uses, we do not know what but we are trying to find out" said Bentworth sympathetically as Jean and Harry began to shake of anger.
"The Order of the Phoenix" she said softly but Harry heard her.
"The Order of what?" he asked turning towards her.
"The Order of the Phoenix" she said as a confused look crossed Harry features "It's an organization that is against Voldemort and the Death Eaters"
"So that's what he has been using the other mansion your parents left you for" said Bentworth understanding everything now. "He has been using it for the Order."
"Wait there is another house that's in use?" said Jean leaning forward on the desk.
"Yes it's the Potter farm house that was apparently supposed to be a summer house for you and your guardian Sirius, it is being used by the Weasleys" said Bentworth as Harry started to take deep breaths. "They have been living there since a month after you were sentenced to Azkaban."
"Great!" said Harry flinging his arms in the air "two of my homes that i didn't know of till now are being used by the two groups of people I now hate the most!"
Jean sighed, she didn't want to hear anything more about the unknown use of Harry's and her belongings
"I'm terribly sorry about this" said Bentworth.
"Why didn't you sign him off the will?" asked Harry who now was tired and extremely pissed off from all of the unfortunate information he and Jean had been given.
"It is not in our line to sign him off the will" said Bentworth as Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose. Suddenly Jean remembered something.
"Wait! Did you say that Dumbledore was signed on the will?" asked Jean making sure she heard right.
"Well yes, why?" asked Bentworth.
"I am asking because that jackass Dumbledore was never signed to Lily and James's will!" said an increasingly upset Jean.
"What?!" asked Harry and Bentworth simultaneously.
"I was the only one signed in the will that had any right to take anything out of Harry's vault. Sirius and Remus refused but Lily made me sign because she wanted only those close to have access besides Harry in case something happens!" said a very angry Jean. Harry looked over at his aunt noticing that he has never seen her this angry.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but do you have proof?" asked Bentworth nervously.
"Of course I do! I brought it with me just in case" said Jean as she took a folded up piece of parchment out of her coat pocket and handed it to Bentworth. "I can't believe that son of a bitch did this! When I get my hands on I swear to God I am going to make sure he never walks again!" said Jean, who's anger by this time was about to erupt.
"Just remember Aunt Jean, I called first dibs on kicking that manipulative asshole Dumbledore's ass first. You can kick his ass after me" said Harry.
"That's reasonable" said Jean, still on second away from completely losing her temper.
Meanwhile Bentworth was looking over the document that proved Jean was right. Suddenly he looked up with an angry look on this face.
"How did this happen" asked Bentworth upset that Gringotts didn't know this sooner.
Jean was thinking for a minute or so and then it came to her. She shot out of her seat and started pacing the room. At this point her anger had reached maximum level and papers and books were flying around.
"I remember! I know how that ass did it! He knew that I didn't want the money and that I would never take anything out because I usually try to separate myself from the wizarding world because it reminds me to much of Lily. I remember exactly what happened he told me in that ever present grandfatherly voice that he would take the will to Gringotts to keep it on file because he claimed to know it was too hard for me to go and I agreed so I gave him the will. That jackass must have switched my signature with his! It's a damn good thing that Lily and James was smart enough to make me a copy otherwise I would have to drag his sorry ass back here so I could force him to admit to you that he switched the signatures and I seriously don't know if would be able to make it here before I killed him! I can't believe that bastard used my depression to get the will away from me so he could use it to benefit himself!" said Jean, who at this point was floating in the air, her eyes were glowing, and she was in full Phoenix mode.
(E/N: I know the cussing is everywhere in this scene but come on! Everybody cusses a lot when their ranting and if you're denying it you're lying. I am the one who is doing all the rants because I am the king of going on rants. A/N: All hail the Rant King! Long live the King J!)
As much as Harry found his Aunt Jean cussing funny he needed to stop her before she destroys Gringotts. Harry grabbed Jeans arm tightly and pulled her down from the air, then he did the best thing he could think of that might calm her down, he hugged her tight.
"Aunt Jean, you need to calm down. Don't worry we will get our revenge on that manipulative bastard, just please calm down. I really don't want to have to pay to rebuild Gringotts" said Harry smiling. Jean lifted her head up from Harry's chest looked up and smiled, than got on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek.
"Thanks Harry" said Jean.
"No problem Aunt Jean" said Harry. Both Harry and Jean went back to their seats.
"This is outrageous! Nobody makes a fool of Gringotts or the goblin kingdom just as Dumbledore has done! There will be penalites and punishment for this! First we take cut off their access to your vault away. Second we will take the Potter Mansion and the Potter farmhouse back from them and give them back to you, then we will force them to give back anything they took and if they don't have it anymore or they broke it even if it's just a drinking glass you will be able to charge them any amount of money as payback Mr. Potter. Also every cent that was taken from them from this vault will be paid back in full or they will be forced to sell everything they own to you Mr. Potter along with working off their debt until it's completely paid off. They will pay for this! Nobody tries to pull a fast one on Gringotts or the goblin race! When you two are done with Dumbledore is there any chance you can send him here? If so he will learn that muggle and wizarding torture is nothing compared to goblin torture" said an angry Bentworth.
"How about we hold off on part of those punishments Bentworth" said Harry shocking both his aunt and the goblin.
"Why do you want to do that Harry?" asked a confused Jean. She looked up at her nephew and noticed he had a mischievous grin on his face.
"Oh by all means, cut their access to my vault but don't take anything away from them yet. Let them freak out a little over what's going on. Then when I deliver the news to them personally it will be the first part of my revenge because I want to see the looks on their faces" said a smirking Harry. Jean smiled and Bentworth gave a toothy grin.
"So lets sign them off" said Harry as Bentworth nodded as he opened a drawer in the desk and took out a sheet of paper.
"Alright then" he said sliding the paper in front of Harry and Jean. "I'll need you both to sign this, it is an acception form that lets anyone you don't want to have access to you money be signed off and there will be no way they will be able to get money out."
They both nodded before they both signed the paper before they slid it back in front of Bentworth.
"Thank you" he said before he tapped his finger lightly on the paper before it started to glow a gold-yellow type of colour before it vanished with a small pop. "Now only you and Ms. Evans are able to get inside your vault Mr. Potter. Would you like to look at the will?" asked Bentworth, and when they nodded he handed to them then continued. "Also, since Ms. Evans is here you are able to go to your parents vault Mr. Potter" said Bentworth.
"Wait, why am I only able to get into my parents vault when I'm seventeen? I thought I inherit everything when I am legally an adult in the wizarding world, that's what it says on the will and I am a legal adult in the wizarding world so what's up?" asked Harry confused.
"You would be a legal adult in England, but since you were technically born in the United States you aren't yet because in the United states wizards and witches don't become legal adults until the age of eighteen. They are allowed however to perform magic, but will be monitored closely and aren't allowed to use defensive spells unless it's self defence" said Bentorth.
"Well that's not so bad Harry, your eighteenth birthday is in the summer so it isn't that big of a deal" said Jean.
"You're right, it's not that big of a deal" said Harry.
"Also, nobody is allowed to enter the Potter vault unless you are there and give permission because it will only open for a member of the Potter family. Trust me; Albus Dumbledore has tried to manipulating into asking if there is another way in. I always knew there was something bad about him" said Bentworth.
"Once the rest of the wizarding relizes that the better off they will be" said Harry.
"So do you which vault do you want to go to first?" asked Bentworth.
"How about my vault and then my parents vault?" said Harry.
"As you wish. Also Mr. Potter, when you do turn of age there is another vault that you have access as well as other things such as more properties, but that will be explained when you come back to Gringotts when you are 18" said Bentworth.
"No problem" said Harry wondering just how much his parents left him.
The cart ride was over fast and soon they were in front of vault 30087. Harry, Jean, and Bentworth all got out of the cart and Bentworth opened the vault door. As the vault door fully opened Harry gasped, more than half of the money in the vault was gone. He could see most of the walls where before he couldn't see any part of the walls. It wasn't like Harry needed the money, but he was angry because the money that was taken were from his parents pockets not Dumbledore's.
"I'll wait out here" said Bentworth as Jean and Harry entered the vault. "If you two need anything just call me."
"My God" said Harry as he walked up to the space ship he was brought to earth with.
"Is that-"
"Yes" said Harry cutting her off as Harry ran his fingers on the unusually smooth surface. "I was brought here to earth on this ship."
"Wow" she said as she also ran her fingers on the smooth black surface. As Jean was looking at the ship Harry noticed the black never-ending bag that he took to hold the letter and the hologram. He picked up the bag and opened it, he saw the letter and the hologram.
"I am ready to go, are you ready Aunt Jean?" asked Harry. When she nodded they left the vault and got back into the cart. "Okay Bentworth we are ready to go to the Potter vault please."
Once again, in no time at all they were there.
"Here we are" said Bentworth standing in front of the large iron gate with a 'P' symbol and 2 lions on each side of it above it. Harry walked up to the gate and put his hand on the handle. When he opened the iron gate and then the vault door Harry and Jean looked around in utter shock of the vastness and splendour surrounding the vault.
While Jean looked around Harry walked over to the jade table and opened the first drawer; inside had a penseive, he put it in the bag. He did the same thing for every drawer except for the drawer that that he could feel contained kryptonite. He stopped when he opened the fourth drawer that had a bunch of letters; he took all of them and put it in the bag. When he opened the fourth drawer, he gasped inside were red and blue blankets that Harry was probably wrapped in when he came to earth. He picked them up with great care as Jean came up behind him.
"Is that the blankets you were wrapped in?" she asked as she felt the fabric which had a very unusual feeling to it.
"I guess so" said Harry as he put it in the never ending bag before Bentworth came in the vault.
"Mr Potter, Ms. Evans I forgot to tell you something" said Bentworth as he walked toward a wall that had weird carvings in it. "This wall here is a secret door that holds the most very important family artefacts of the Potter family."
Jean and Harry walked up to the wall, curiousness written all over their face.
"How do you open it?" asked Jean as she fingered the carvings.
"Well Mr Potter you have to put your hands in each of these spaces" said Bentworth pointing to a space on the wall that looked large enough to press you hand on to. Harry pressed his palms on each of the spaces before each hand started glow; one gold and one red before the wall started to split in half.
After the wall had fully opened, both Jean and Harry gasped; inside the hidden door was very large, there were paintings of couples going down to the 10th century, there was a fireplace far back in the room that was not lit, there was a large book case between two paintings, and a very large table in the middle of the room that had a chair right behind it.
"This room was where you fathers, Mr. Potter spent most of his time here" said Bentworth as they entered the large room. "It is connected to every living Potters house, you are lucky that it only opens to a Potter's command since the Weasley and the Order are using two of your homes."
Harry and Jean nodded as they looked at the paintings. The men all seemed to look the same, they wore glasses, they had black messy hair and they had brilliant hazel eyes. Although, the woman seemed to look nothing alike
'Maybe the men were all Potters' thought Harry.
"Whoa!" he said as he looked at he first painting of a man who was wearing old fashioned royal clothes; he had black messy hair, hazel eyes and round glasses. The woman had brown hair; she had blue eyes and she also wore old fashion royal clothes, under the picture was two names: Thomas Orlando Potter and Amanda Sylvia Potter (A/N: Look Alpha, i'm being nice, so i'm writing the first Potters after you and you girlfriend lmao! E/N: Thanks, I appreciate it. Although I'm not ready to go down the aisle just yetJ.)
As Harry looked at the paintings, noticed the paintings were not moving.
"Hey Aunt Jean why aren't the paintings not moving" asked Harry as he came to a painting from 1800's.
"I don't know" she said as she stopped dead in her tracks in front of the last painting. "Harry come over here quick!"
Harry immediately went over beside Jean before he gasped; it was a painting of his parents, they were dressed in sophisticated dressing clothes. His father and mother looked just like the pictures he used to have but in the painting they both looked really beautiful and handsome.
"Oh my god" said Harry before sighing.
"They look so good together don't they?" said Jean as tear formed in her eyes.
"Its okay Aunt Jean" said Harry reassuringly, putting left arm around her shoulders to comfort her.
"No its not okay Harry" said Jean facing and looking up at him. "I felt so lost when I found out that my twin sister, who was my best friend, was killed along with James and you but when I found out that you were alive I was ecstatic. If anything would happen to you Harry, I don't know what I would do"
"But I'm here aren't I?" said Harry hugging his aunt and godmother "and I'm not going anywhere."
(X)
After Jean and Harry left the secret vault, Bentworth gave them a magical card that can be used to buy anything they wanted in both the magical and muggle world. After they left Gringott's, they browsed around Salem Alley before they came upon the pet shop called 'Madame Maliene's Magical Monsters.'
"Hey can we go in there?" asked Harry pointing to the shop
"Harry I don't think that the mutants at school aren't going to be very happy with you and a magical pet" said Jean as Harry rolled his eyes.
"Not if I take care of the pet" said Harry as he walked toward the store.
"Harry!" Jean called out but found it no use so she followed him in the shop, once inside she shrieked as a white bird came her way, she ducked just in time as it hit the glass door behind her
"Jesus Christ!" she said as the shop keeper; an middle-aged man picked up the white bird.
"I'm terribly sorry miss" he said as he struggled with the white bird that was trying to get free from his grasp "it's this owl here, she's quite a creature...say, do you want to buy her?"
"Uh I don't think so" she said as she walked passed the shop keeper missing the annoyed expression on his face. "Harry where are you?"
"I'm back here" he said as Jean followed his voice. Once she found him, she saw him looking at sleeping owls in their cages
"Don't tell me you want to buy an owl?" she ased putting her hands on her hips as he smirked at her
"Oh yes please do buy one" said the shop keeper walking up to them with the white owl still in his hands struggling to break free. "We have many different types of owls; barn owls, burrowing owls..."
As the shop keeper kept on naming different owl species, Harry ignored him because he was transfixed on the struggling owl in his hands. He gasped as he noticed which owl she was; Hedwig!
"So what owl do you want young man" asked the shop keeper as Harry pointed to Hedwig in his hands.
"That one you're holding" said Harry as Jean looked at him incredulously.
"You have got to be joking" she said as he shook his head.
"No I'm not" he said as the shop keeper passed the white owl to Harry; as soon as she was passed to Harry she calmed down and climbed up his shoulder and bit his earlobe affectionately. "I want Hedwig."
"Hedwig?" asked the shop keeper and Jean in unison.
"Yeah she was my owl before I got sentenced to Azkaban" said Harry.
"Oh" chorused the shop keeper and Jean.
"So how much is the whole entire owl package?" asked Harry as they trio headed to the counter.
"It is 9 galleons, 5 sickles and 1 knut" said the shop keeper before tallying up Hedwig, a cage for her and some bird seeds.
"Alright" said Harry taking out his magical credit card and handed it to the shop keeper before he swiped it.
"Thank you" said the shop keeper handing the card back to Harry. "That bird of your is quite a feisty one"
"Thank you sir" said Harry as he and Jean walked out the store before Hedwig let out a happy 'hoot' knowing she was going home with her master.
"Say Aunt Jean how do you think Hedwig knew I was here in America?" asked Harry looking through the cage smiling at Hedwig.
"Honestly I don't know" she said as they reached the exit for Salem Alley "Maybe she sensed your magical powers when we took down the blockage in you mind and so she came here to America."
"Yeah but how did she pick up my magical powers?" asked Harry as they exited Salem Alley back into the brick room.
"Every owl can pick up their master's magical powers Harry" said Jean as they entered the now half empty bar.
(HP)
Hermione Granger couldn't believe how her life had come to be. Harry Potter her best friend was thought to be a murderer, her parents were just murdered by Death Eaters, her friendship with the Weasleys seemed to be over and now she had to go live with them.
'Heaven help me' she thought as she walked up to the very large farm mansion. As she knocked on the door she contemplated how the Weasley's had gotten the money to buy the gigantic farm mansion; Ginny had stated that her dad had hit it big with the ministry and got double money on his pay check, so he bought a new house in the country that didn't have a house in sight for miles which was a good thing for the older Weasley boys to play Quidditch.
It had been only three days when her parents were murdered by Death Eaters, she had nightmares every single night; her eyes were bloodshot red from crying and she had bags under her eyes. She sighed as she knocked on the door again, she waited a few more minutes before she raised her closed fist to knock the large door again but it opened up before she could touch it. There standing in front of Hermione was Molly Weasley, she engulfed in a great big hug
"Oh Hermione dear, I'm so sorry about your parents" she said hugging Hermione. "Oh if only the aurors had arrived at you house sooner."
"Mrs. Weasley...I can't breathe" said Hermione who was turning purple.
"Oh I'm sorry dear" said Mrs. Weasley letting Hermione go "please come in."
As Hermione stepped in the house she gasped of how huge the entrance hall was; there was a spiral staircase going around and around to every floor until it reached the attic (A/N: If any of you have seen Jumanji, please think of that part of the house like the one in Jumanji) with a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The hall was also dressed up with Christmas decorations; Hermione could see the living room had a very large Christmas tree.
"Gaston!" called Mrs. Weasley before a man who looked like to be in his early forties came racing out of the living room wearing a tuxedo; he had neat brown hair, light blue eyes and he also had an annoyed expression on his face.
"Yes ma'am" said Gaston through his teeth.
"Gaston could you please take Hermione Granger's suitcase upstairs for me please" said Mrs. Weasley sounding sickly sweet making a shiver go up both Gaston's and Hermione's spine "and while you are at it could you please show her around the house."
"Yes ma'am" said Gaston again bowing slightly before Mrs. Weasley smiled and headed out to the kitchen probably to make dinner.
"Well Ms. Granger it is a pleasure to meet you" said Gaston bowing slightly again. "My name is Gaston Millian."
"Nice to meet you Gaston" said Hermione shaking his hand. "But please don't call me Ms. Granger call me Hermione and you don't have to bow."
"Well thank you Hermione...its Hermione right?" asked Gaston as Hermione nodded. "Yes okay, thank you Hermione. Now come on and let me help you get your stuff to your room."
"Oh thank you" said Hermione as he took out his wand from his pocket and muttered a spell before Hermione's luggage started to levitate in the air before Gaston beckoned her to follow him up the stairs.
"I'm sorry about your parents" said Gaston as they started up the stairs.
"Please I don't want yours or anybody's pity" said Hermione sighing.
"Oh I'm sorry" said Gaston as Hermione looked around the hall as they continued up the stairs. "I can relate to you, my parents were also killed when I was young."
"By Death Eaters?" she asked as he looked at her with a slight glint of sadness in his eyes.
"No" he said turning away from her "by the the remaining Nazis who wanted revenge way after the holocaust, yes I'm Jewish."
"Oh, so you a muggle-born?" she asked looking at him with wide eyes as he nodded. "I'm a muggle-born too."
"Well I guess that our first thing in common Hermione" said Gaston smiling at her as she smiled back at him. "Our enemies are the one that killed out parents."
They were silent as they continued up the stairs; soon Hermione had gotten tired of walking up the stairs so she had stopped climbing. Gaston noticing this had stopped climbing himself as he grinned at her.
"Tired?" he asked as she nodded sitting down on the stairs before he came back down and sat down beside her. "Don't worry, you will get used to going up and down these killer stairs."
"Thanks Gaston" said Hermione smiling at him grateful she had made a friend in the large house. They were silent like that for a while relaxing as Hermione took in the sights of the large house
"Magnificent isn't it and it isn't even the Weasley home" said Gaston suddenly as Hermione turned to look at him with a curious look.
"What do you mean this isn't the Weasleys home?" asked Hermione raising an eyebrow.
"This isn't the Weasley's house, Mr. Weasley didn't buy it with his money" said Gaston.
"How do you know of all this?" she asked as he sighed.
"Hermione I may be a middle-aged man but I am not stupid" he said as he got back up. "You see I have been working here in this house way before the Weasleys showed up."
"Well then who lived here before the Weasley's?" asked Hermione also getting before they continued up the stairs.
"The Potters" said Gaston as Hermione gasped.
"The Potter's! You mean as in Lily and James Potter?" she asked her with hanging open as they stopped again.
"Yes Hermione" said Gaston nodding. "This is the Potter farm."
"How did they buy it?" she asked
"They didn't" he said as they continued climbing, she was about to ask him how they were living here in the Potter farm if it isn't theirs but Gaston seemed to have read her mind. "Dumbledore has access to the Harry's vault and the homes they have left him that they can get to so he said that the Weasleys could use this house while the Order of the Phoenix used another one of the Potter homes."
As they reached the next floor Gaston headed out toward one of the doors near the stairs and opened it.
"Here's you room" he said as they entered the large room; the walls were electric blue, there was a bed in the middle of the room, a dresser in the corner of the room, a large window that was overseeing the large field of snow covered ground, and there was two doors; one leading to a bathroom and one to a walk-in closet.
"You're lucky" he said as Hermione looked around the room thinking about how Ginny had lied to her about the house and how could Dumbledore let the Weasley's live in Harry's home. "This is one of the special rooms of the house, this room belonged to our little Harry Potter."
Hermione whipped her towards Gaston seeing he was smirking at her shocked expression.
"This was Harry's room?" she asked as she looked back around the room noticing some dusty pictures of Harry and his parents on the dresser that was in the corner of the room.
"Yes it was when he was a baby" said Gaston as Hermione picked up a picture with Harry when he was a little boy. "You miss him don't you?"
"Huh?" she said turning towards Gaston, a little bit of tears in her eyes.
"You miss Harry, I know you knew him" he said as she nodded.
"Wait how do you know we are friends?" she asked as Gaston walked up to stand beside her to look at the pictures.
"The Dailey Prophet, you know that article that the one and only Rita Skeeter wrote" he said chuckling as Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Oh yes" said Hermione shaking her head "don't tell me you believed all that stuff?"
"Oh no! I think the Dailey Prophet is complete crap" he said as Hermione laughed for the first time in three days. "So do you want to see the rest of the mansion?"
"Yes of course" said Hermione as they headed out of the door. "So how did you know the Potter's?"
"Well when my parents were murdered James and Lily took me in; they were like a surrogate father and mother to me. They said I could have a job working for them in there homes wherever they go except on there auror missions. When I found out that Lily was pregnant, I actually felt as if I was going to be a big brother to little Harry. I was so excited when he was born; he was such a good little boy...that's one of the reasons why I think that Harry is innocent."
"You think he's innocent?" she asked as he nodded. "Finally another person who agrees with me!"
(HP)
Gaston had shown Hermione every single room in the mansion, and mind you there were many of them. They were about 12 bedrooms, 5 bathrooms, a gym in the basement, a large library much Hermione's delight, a living room, a dinning room, a kitchen, a game room (Gaston had told Hermione when Sirius came over, he had spend a lot of time in that room), and a dancing hall. He also showed her the barn that kept all the animals, but the weird thing he had showed her was a wall that had strange markings on it; Gaston said that there was a secret room behind the wall that could only be opened by a Potter. He also told her that James had spent a lot of time in that room.
After he had showed her around the mansion, Gaston helped Hermione unpack her stuff. Just as they finished Mrs. Weasley called them down for dinner.
"Oh God" Hermione muttered as they walked down the stairs.
"Don't be so nervous" said Gaston knowing why she was so nervous. Hermione just glared at him. "They are going to treat you nicely, trust me."
"Are you kidding me" she said as she glared at him. "They are gong to torture me because I believe Harry is innocent."
"Well not while I'm there" he said as she smiled at him. "Besides they have already have gone down my throat about how I also believe Harry is innocent."
"Thanks Gaston" said Hermione. "You are so nice."
"Don't thank me for being nice" said Gaston as the reached the bottom of the stairs. "You should thank James and Lily for making me nice."
Hermione just nodded as they entered the dinning room, inside were all the Weasley's; Mrs and Mr. Weasley, Ron, Ginny, Fred, George, Percy, Bill, and Charlie.
"Ah Hermione welcome to the Weasley mansion" said Mr. Weasley coming up to her and shook her hand.
"Hello Mr. Weasley" said Hermione faking a smile before sitting down beside Ginny and Gaston who also took a seat.
"So Hermione is it true what Ginny said, that you are the one who slapped Ron."
Hermione turned her head to face Ron who was sitting next to Bill
"Shut up Bill" said Ron as his ears went red
"Awwww is little Ron shy" said Fred and George in unison mimicking a baby's voice.
"Shut up!" said Ron a little more forcefully.
"Boys I don't want you all to fight when we have a guest in the house" said Mr. Weasley as Mrs. Wesley came in the dinning room with trays full of food levitating in the air.
"Ah yes the food has arrived" said Charlie as Fred, George and Bill nodded in agreement eyeing the food that was set on the table, as Mrs. Weasley sat down everyone started to grab food and pilled them on there plates.
As they ate, Hermione felt uncomfortable as everyone was in a deep discussion except for her and Gaston; they were eating quietly as if they were outsiders on the wrong side of the track. They were after all so called betrayers of the Weasley family and to most of the other wizards and witches who thought Harry Potter a murderer.
A/N: Finally! Do you readers realize that my fingers are about to melt off my hand! Jokes ha-ha, anyways I hope you all liked this chapter, I worked really hard on it an I told my mom that I wanted to not go t o the movies for my b-day (Yup It was my birthday on Thursday, a very boring birthday too...it didn't hit me yet that I'm a year older now lol) so i can stay home and finish he damn chapter. You are all so lucky I am very dedicated to this story or else I would of stopped writing like i did to two other stories of mine...Okay enough ranting lol.
Please review this story, it would mean a lot to me if you did please (big puppy dog eyes) PLEASE!!!!
P.S Oh yeah if some of you are wondering from the chapter 7, Hermione and her parents went on to vacation to a small village for Christmas...its not some mini town, its a village that's on the west side of London. Oh and another thing; veneficus terminus means 'Magic's End'
E/N: For those who want to know the 21 countries in North America are the United States, Canada, Antigua and Barbuda, Cuba, Bahamas, Barbados, Costa Rica, Dominica, Dominican Republic, El Salvador, Grenada, Guatemala, Haiti, Honduras, Jamaica, Mexico, Nicaragua, Panama, Saint Kitts and Nevis, Saint Lucia, and Saint Vincent and the Grenadines