Long shift at work. Very. Very. Very long shift. I felt like I was dying, smiling for six hours. Anyways, loving the reviews. Beyond loving. And I would like to take the lovely time to thank two reviewers for some excellent thoughts, ideas and characters. So. Thank you FinallyNotGuest, as well as psychoyoshi79. I love you all, but these two had given me some excellent ideas and thoughts to use.
So. Relationship possibilities are now between Susan, Tonks and Luna. And, I should warn you, Luna is slightly saner, and Tonks is a little more different.
So yeah. Currently watching the Black and White Walking Dead episode (squeal).
Read, and review.
The guests of Sirius's hospitality seemed to dance endlessly on egg shells, paranoid of upsetting the Boy Who Lived, and Neville.
Neville himself had immediately stormed into an empty room and slammed the door shut, leaving Ron, Hermione and Ginny to try and coax him out of his room, leaving the angered shouting to fill the house. Harry, however, remained locked in his room for a week, leaving briefly to shower and get food that Tonks would drag him down for.
It had been a long week, Molly scrubbing down every surface, dragging along the Trio of three (Ron, Hermione and Ginny), and leaving George and Fred to read through the notes that Harry had slipped to them under the table as he ate whatever had been placed before him. He hadn't needed to worry about any compulsive potions, as he had been given enough antidotes and other potions to cancel out any effect, and if that hadn't been enough, Tonks had taken it upon herself to wave her wand carefully over his meal and check for anything. When he had mentioned it to her, she had shrugged and said, "Be a shame if they had you strung up and dancing to their tune."
He had been just about to slip through the hallway and into his room when he was picked up by the arms and carried off. He caught sight of the identical red headed and allowed them to carry him off as if he was some prize, until he was safe inside the room the two were sleeping in.
"I'm assuming you wanted me?" Harry asked, leaning against the wall. Amongst the three was a rather large desk filled with potion bottles, cauldrons and jars full of ingredients that even he couldn't recognize.
"You, my dear chap," George began, dropping down on the bed to the far right.
"Are correct! Because who wouldn't want you and your good looks?" Fred continued, playing his part.
"Though, I must say Forge, I do have better looks than he does, no offense dear Harry,"
"And I, my dear Gred, must insist that those looks look better upon my very own face, thank you very much."
Before the other twin could pick up after that comment, Harry spoke up. "I'm positive you didn't drag me up here for me to listen to you two rave about your good looks. Though, I must say, I pull off the better looks slightly more than either of you can."
"Full of yourself, aren't you mate?" Fred winked.
"But, however. You are indeed correct. We have words to speak, and you have just the right set of ears to listen." George finished.
"Continue," He nodded, sitting down on the offered chair.
"We would like to apologize for the git attempting to break into your room, as well as the rather poor behaviour of our family."
"We would also like to extend our deepest gratitude and thanks for the notes you have bestowed upon us."
"And, with that being said, would like to extend the olive branch of friendship, and hope that you know that we, loyal, responsible and mature beings, would be delighted to be there for you, and to watch your back." The twin said, speaking the ancient words of Pure Blooded traditions. Those words had been around for centuries, creating bonds of a strong and unbreakable friendship.
Thinking it over, Harry allowed a brief smile. "I'd be happy to accept that branch of friendship, and would also like the two of you to know that I too would be delighted to return that gesture." Pausing, he grinned a little wider. "And I'm no fool. The moment I believe that you two are mature, or even responsible is the day I have lost my common sense."
The two grinned manically at him and before he could move, two pillows were chucked at his head before he could even move.
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"You have gone too far Albus!" Came the rather loud and angry shout of a female, hidden from sight by a rather large, heavy oak door. Harry had been walking past, trying to find the twins or Tonks when he had heard her, and had paused mid step and decided he might as well stick around. He still had a bone to pick with the old man, and hoped to see his wrinkled face by the time the mystery woman was done with him. The voices were slightly muffled, and he strained to hear them, even with his hearing aids in.
"Amelia, it is alright. The boy is safe and sound here, surely you see this?" Albus tried to calm her. "No harm has been done."
Swearing heavily in what he knew was French, the woman continued. "The Russians want your bloody head on a stake for what you have done. The Spanish are set to go to war for this family, and the French and the Germans are planning invasions, leaving the American and Canadian Government planning your assassination. And Lestrange's Aunt is already putting on arms, if to retrieve him. But no. You have been blackmailing them all, and if that wasn't enough, you place dark magic on the boy to ensure he would never leave, and no one could remove him without harming him? No. You are going to ensure a new World War." Amelia raged.
"His name is not Lestrange. He is Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived."
"He is more than just a name, Albus. When are you going to understand that this is no longer for the greater good? He is a fourteen year old boy who has lived with his parents and extended family, who was forced from his home."
"We saved him from disaster. His parents were convicts."
"No. The Ministry gave them freedom after they willingly gave us a list of contacts that were even darker than they were, and gave us money to track them down and bring them to justice. We allowed them to leave Magical Britain and live their lives. You had no right to do this to them!"
"He would have been safest with his true relatives with the blood wards placed around him, Amelia. Surely you know that not even Petunia could refuse a child."
"Surely you know that Blood Wards are one of the worst defences. They can be broken under a strong attack."
"That has no matter now. The boy is safe now. He is fine and happy now."
Laughing bitterly, the woman shot back. "My Auror has been watching over him and has found him to be the exact opposite."
"Who is this?"
"Tonks? The one you forced to join your silly group. You told her if she didn't, you would bring down her and any chance she had at reaching higher ranks. You seem to have this outrageous idea that you have enough power to prevent one of my best from reaching new opportunities."
"I thought she may have benefited from it."
"You place her guarding silly homes where you think disaster will strike."
"Voldermort will rise."
"This is why I would appreciate having my employees ready and prepared, not guarding your 'valuable' locations."
"This will help train them for the day when they pick up wands to face the darkest of the dark."
"You spent the last war fighting with stunners, which would essentially put them down for five minutes, while a number of their curses would have put anyone of us out for good."
"But we won,"
"Because of the love of a mother for her child."
"Now, now. We have no reason to be squabbling about the past. What has been done has been done."
"Don't think I won't let the Triwizard Tournament go."
"I thought we settled that discussion already, Amelia."
"No. I remember telling you to cancel it, and you telling me it would strengthen better interrelationships. But, please. Explain to me how a completion for eternal glory will create global relationships? I still remember my days, watching them. There was no such thing as interrelationships."
"You seem to forget we were supposed to be moving on, haven't you?"
"Albus. You are a manipulative bastard. You think for one moment I am going to abide by you and Fudge locking the remaining Lestrange's in Azkaban, you are more senile than anyone ever thought."
"What has been done has been done." Albus paused. "Sherbet Lemon?"
Harry collapsed. He fell to his knees, and felt cold and suddenly very, very alone.
His parents were currently residing in Azkaban, the worst place in the entire world, and Albus had practically delivered them there gift wrapped himself. He felt that he himself were also currently there, feeling like a Dementers was in front of him and sucking his soul out. He vaguely heard the door slam open, to see a woman with a monocle looking down on him, before his world tumbled to the side and everything faded away.
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"He put them in Azkaban?" Tonks roared. Her self-control was slipping away faster than Amelia had expected it to, revealed by the rapid change of coloured hair.
"He did it before I could even state the facts and the truth." Amelia told her favourite Auror gravely. She hadn't been expecting the boy to hear the news, something they had attempted to keep hush hush.
They were now safe inside one of the many studies, with the Twins gathered on two chairs with their eyes unmoving from the silent boy who sat their silently, without moving, without speaking. Tonks Had dragged the two of them there, and immediately locked the door before anyone else could slip by. After rapidly firing off silencing spells, it had left the four of them gathered around the boy.
"That Bastard!"
"Tonks, get a hold of you. We have a job to do. I am currently up to my neck in messages from foreign Governments demanding the release of the Lestranges, and am trying to have the three released from prison."
"What do you need me to do?" She demanded.
"The Triwizard Cup is arriving at Hogwarts. This situation is going to take time and patience, and I cannot oversee the Tournament. What I need is for you to go and fill in for me. Typically, I would choose someone with higher ranking, but now, things have changed." Pausing, Amelia sighed. "I never thought I would ever have to resort to this."
"Resort to what?" Tonks asked, trying to stop the constant blur of changing colours.
"I need you to enter Harry."
"Bloody hell I won't! Those things have killed people in the past. I'm not letting Harry get killed over some stupid game."
"I know. But, if an under aged wizard or witch is chosen for the Tournament, he or she automatically become legally adults, and are seen of age in the Ministry's eyes. When I was a student, many third and fourth years attempted to become chosen for the sake of it. By the first task, the magic on that cuff will begin to fade, and by the second, it will be depleted by half of its previous magic. By the third, the cuff loses its entire magic."
"I understand that, but the risk?"
"He's been highly trained in defense, and other branches of magic. His Aunt is Rose Lestrange, or as you might call her, Rose Victorian Blif."
The stunned silence was all that came from the metamorph. Rose was her biggest hero and had inspired her to take up law enforcement, and hopefully one day join Spanish Pure Blood Femme Squad.
"Please Tonks?" Fred begged.
"If you don't put his name in, he'll find another way." George finished.
"Or we'll do it for him." Fred added as if an afterthought.
"You're not old enough." Tonks scowled.
"With us on his side, and our brains, we'll get him in there one way or another." George shot back.
"You won't need to. I'll do it." Tonks declared before she was assaulted by a rather fierce hug from Harry, who had broken out of his state.
"Please. I need my family back."
"Harry, I will do everything I can to get you in there." Tonks swore.
"And I will do everything I can to start the movement of retrieving your parents." Amelia added.
A familiar glint was in his eyes now. Harry was back. He was back with more determination than ever, and was prepared to go to hell if it meant saving his family.
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And that, my dear chaps, was another chapter. So Amelia has been added to it, and following will be Susan of course. And, I am going to twist in Moody (the fake one). Also, speaking of Mr. Paranoid. In the first chapter Harry mentioned getting slammed in a wall by Moody? Wasn't thinking. Yeah. So. Ignore than. For now, he hasn't met Mr. Tall, Dark, and Constant Vigilance.
Next chapter will take place on the train, of course. And whom shall he meet? Give me names people.
And also, please note. My definition of Grey is different from others. I love reading about others, but please don't dislike how I see the Grey factor working. To me, it means border lining illegal and legal, and trying to create justice with the intent that whoever gets hurt, or killed-gets hurt or killed.
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