AN: Wow, this chapter was long. Okay, as promised, we have dealing with Dursley's, Dumbledore, and Weasels. Longer AN at the end.

Chapter Seven

Hogwarts- Last Day of Term

It had been about a week since Harry and Hermione had found out about the youngest pair of Weasley's plots to woo them with potions. They had bypassed the normal stages of grief and had settled quite firmly between anger and acceptance. Harry had desperately looked for some way that this could be a mistake, but had finally realized it was true. At least three members of his favorite family were deceiving him. He could only pray that it wasn't more. He didn't think he could take it.

Hermione, on the other hand, hadn't bothered trying to see if it was a misunderstanding. She knew it was true. She wasn't surprised, simply switching between sadness and rage. She knew that Ron was jealous over everything that Harry had, but she hadn't realized how deeply that jealousy had run until Sirius told her what he had heard.

Over the last week, the Golden Couple, as Neville and Luna took to calling them when there was no red hair around, took to pretending nothing was any different. It had been hard, but they did it. Luckily, Sirius had brought the potion detectors before Hermione was released from the Hospital Wing, and she was now able to safely take the neutralizer potion so they could eat without arousing suspicion among Ginny and Ron.

Of course, that's not to say that they were having an easy time of it. Far from it, in fact. At least seven times a day Hermione or Luna had to stop one of the boys from attacking Ron.

Weighing equally heavy on Harry's mind was the deception of Dumbledore. The day Hermione was to be released from the Hospital Wing, Sirius paid the duo a visit, looking every inch his namesake.

~~Flashback~~

Sirius walked into the Hospital Wing, having just come from Gringotts, where he had been reviewing the records for the Potter accounts. What he had found was upsetting, to say the least. His emotion was plain on his face, for Harry took one look at him and asked what was wrong.

Sirius sighed. He knew the Headmaster had been manipulating his godson's life since Lily and James had dies, but he had never imagined this. "Pup, I just came from Gringotts. I was going over the History of the Potter accounts."

Harry looked interested and slightly confused, "Did you find something bad?"
Sirius took a deep breath before continuing. "Yes. Since you we replace with the Dursley's, Dumbledore has made regular withdrawals from your vault. He was your magical guardian, and so was able to. He was paying the Dursley's what equals £5000 a month. He's also been skimming your vaults to fund the Order. Honestly, it barely put a dent in your balance, and the interest made it up within 12 hours of each withdrawal, but it was still being done."

Harry sat in shock. The Dursley's had been paid for his care? They had gotten £5000 a month and had actually complained about how much he cost them? Dumbledore was using his money to fund the Order without letting him know? He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before asking, "What was he using the money he took for the Order on?"

"We don't know yet. We can find out when he takes Veritaserum after the Order meeting after term. I also went through the rest of your inheritance. Do you want to hear it now?

Harry nodded and Sirius continued as Harry reached over and gripped Hermione's hand for support.

"You won quite a few properties. The house in Godric's Hollow, obviously, A cottage in Hogsmeade, Potter Manor in Southern Wales, A villa in Nice and one in Lyon, and…" Here Sirius paused for dramatic effect, a smirk appearing on his face, "A house in Little Whinging, Surrey and a fairly large home in Southend-on-Sea."

Harry paused while this information sank in. "Are you telling me I own the Dursley's House, and the place where Marge lives?"

Sirius' smirk widened. "Yup. Also, Marge hasn't paid rent on the property for the whole time she's lived there. It was originally Lily's, left to her by her parent's. You also own controlling interest in Grunnings, as well as 1/3 of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. You own 10% of Flourish and Blotts, and 25% of the Apothecary in Diagon Alley. So, what do you want to do?"

A smirk that matched Sirius' appeared on Harry's face. Even Hermione looked eager at the prospect of revenge on the Dursley's. Harry sat back and thought about how to use this information to reap revenge for the 14 years of starvation, mental and physical abuses, and neglect that he had endured.

"Send a letter to them telling them they don't need to pick me up from King's Cross, we will meet at Number 4, and tell them to be sure Marge is there as well. Nice Guy Harry has left the building."

~~End Flashback~~

But for now, packing was finished, and they were on the train headed for London. Sirius had taken Harry's and Hermione's trunks and Crookshanks and sent them on ahead, and Hedwig was flying on ahead as well, as she would prefer that to being in her cage. The Dursley's had been informed not to pick Harry up, and had sent back confirmation that Marge would be there for whatever meeting they were going to have. Sirius would be picking Harry up at King's Cross, and they would then apparate to Surrey, after Harry changed, of course. The last week Sirius had been investigating everything to do with the Dursley's, as well as getting Harry to submit his memories of the Dursleys to Amelia Bones. He had more than enough dirt on them to get them to do what he wanted.

Harry, Hermione, Luna and Neville passed the journey by sleeping. This way, they would not have to engage the Weasley's in conversation, and they were already exhausted from keeping up the charade for the last week of term. After Dumbledore had seen then in the Hospital Wing, he had only approached Harry one other time, to inform him of the Order meeting, and to tell him he had ordered every member of the Weasley Family to be there, for business to be discussed after the meeting was over. Sirius had already purchased Veritaserum, and Dumbledore had taken an Unbreakable Vow to not ingest anything that would interfere with it. They all needed their sleep; it was going to be a busy couple of days.

Ron and Ginny were both highly annoyed. Despite the fact that they had been lacing harry and Hermione's food with the potions for over a week, they didn't appear to be taking effect. They knew they had been taking the potions, because they ate right in front of them. They had taken to lacing the food directly, after finding out Dobby was removing the laced food before it could reach the targets. This, of course, infuriated the pair to no end, though for different reasons.

Ginny had grown up hearing fairy tales about Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived. She'd been rocked to sleep to the sounds of her mother telling her of the baby's heroic defeat of the most feared Dark Lord of the century. She also heard of the Potter Family's "Famous" love of red-haired women, and how the famous hero wasn't but a year older than she. As Ginny grew older, she became increasingly enamored with the fairy tale and entertained daydreams of becoming the next Mrs. Potter. She had been overjoyed when Ron had written home that Harry had become his friend. Even at the tender age of ten she was plotting ways to ensnare the hero.

Then he spent a part of the summer before his Second Year at her home. At first, Ginny had found it hard to be in the same room as him. Slowly though, the youngest Weasley saw that Harry Potter was less than they larger than life hero she had grown up hearing about, and more the typical 12 year old boy., and so Ginny's crush slowly began to dissipate.

All may have been well, if not for the diary.

She had been possessed off and on for over ten months, and Harry saved her. He saved her from Voldemort, and from the Basilisk. He really was the hero of the stories! She had also heard young Draco Malfoy complaining about the Potter fortune and how it should go to a proper pureblood family, like his, instead of staying with a pathetic half-blood. A little research showed her that the Malfoy fortune looked like pocket Knuts compared to the Potter Fortune. Ginny's target at that moment changed from just the Boy-Who-Lived. It was not the very rich Boy-Who-Lived. No matter what it took, she would be Mrs. Potter.

Ron, on the other hand, was much simpler. During their first year, Ron's friendship was true. He wasn't the sidekick of the Boy-Who-Lived., not in his mind anyway. To Ron Weasley, he was simply the best mate of Harry Potter. But jealousy wormed its way into the redhead's mind and heart that summer at Gringotts. When Ron and his brother's rescued Harry from the Dursley's that year, Ron felt sympathy and anger at how Harry was treated. Once he saw the amount of Galleons in Harry's trust vault, though, jealousy reared its ugly head.

Harry had more gold in his vault than Ron had ever seen! By itself, this small jealousy was harmless, and was quickly squashed, especially once Ron realized how generous Harry was to his friends. But then Third Year came and Harry wasn't even reprimanded or given a warning for blowing up his Aunt Marge. The anger and jealousy was harder to get rid of this time, but he managed well enough.

Until the Tri-Wizard. The night Harry's name came out of the Goblet of fire was the night friendship disappeared and jealousy took over. Fame, fortune and prestige, Ron wanted all of these things, but Harry Bloody Potter had it all, and had it handed to him! He eventually became friends with Harry again, but the jealousy remained. The anger remained. He was no long Ron Weasley, Best Mate to Harry Potter. He was Ron Weasley, boy who would be better than Harry Potter one day.

Ron also noticed that Harry and Hermione were developing feelings for one another and his ire grew. Ron didn't have any feelings for Hermione. He had toyed with the idea of dating her in Third Year, but realized they were too different. Then, Hermione started growing into her looks. She went from an awkward teenager to a beautiful young woman, and Ron noticed. When he was sure than Harry had feelings for her, Ron decided to act. He would have Hermione Granger. She would be his prize, the one thing he could lord over The Boy-Who-Lived. She would be the one thing he had that Harry wanted, no matter it took. Simple greed and jealousy destroyed a friendship.

Of course, neither of them could do more than silently seethe to themselves, lest one of the sleeping passengers overhear them. And so the six-hour train ride passed mostly in silence.

About an hour outside of London, the others woke up. Ron, never being the image of patience, immediately spoke. "Hey, Herms, why don't you come over to The Burrow right away, instead of heading to your parent's place?"

Everyone present noticed Ron referring to it as "her parent's" rather than "home". Hermione looked at Ron as though he were a disgusting bug she was about to squish and spoke in a voice of ice-cold rage, "Ronald, my name is Hermione, not Herms. My parents are closing up the house and selling their practice and I will be going home" She places heavy emphasis on the word home, "To help them."

It was Ginny who spoke next, with genuine curiosity, as her and Ron hadn't heard anything of these plans. "Why are they doing that?"

"Oh, it's too dangerous for them to stay there. Voldemort knows I'm one of Harry's best friends, and so is likely to go after them. Sirius offered to let us all stay at Grimmauld Place. We'll be there in a couple of days, at the most."

Ron and Ginny were livid upon hearing this, though they tried very hard to keep their anger off their faces. Ron said, "Well, it's still being used as Headquarters, right? Mum will probably have us staying there like last summer again."

Harry was the one who replied, "I don't think so. I know there's an Order meeting tomorrow, but after that, Sirius is having the Fidelius redone with a new Secret-Keeper. Besides, Luna and her Dad are staying as well, and Neville and his Gran might. There won't be any more room."

The youngest Weasley's exchanged a glance. It hadn't escaped their notice that they were being excluded, though they didn't think it was intentional. Ginny spoke next, "Yeah, Mum told us that Dumbledore wants all our family there for something after the meeting. She didn't know what though, only that she was surprised that he wanted everyone there. Maybe you and Hermione could come home later in the summer?"
There it was again. The Weasley's referring to the Burrow as Harry and Hermione's home as well. This time it was Harry that gave them a disdainful look. "Ginny, I'll have company throughout the summer. People will be staying in my home. I'm not going to be rude and spend time somewhere else. As for Hermione, well, it's up to her parents."

Ginny crossed her arms and sulked. She just couldn't figure out why the potions weren't working. She'd have to tell her Mum and they would figure out a way to increase the dosage at The Burrow. Granger's parents were muggles, and so could be forced to let her come along.

The train pulled into King's Cross and they all exited onto the Platform. The first thing Harry saw was Sirius being talked at my Molly Weasley. As they got closer, they could hear what she was saying. "…really should come to The Burrow, Sirius, or we could stay with you. You really have no idea how to take care of a child, even an easy one like Harry, and I'm quite sure Harry would wants to have Ron and Ginny there, so we'll talk after tomorrow's…"

Sirius saw Harry and the kids coming and cut off Mrs. Weasley. "Harry! Hermione, your parents are over there." Sirius pointed. Hermione smiled and waved at her parents before saying "I'll see you in a couple of days then, Sirius. Bye, everyone." and hurrying off to join them without a second glance, much to the annoyance of Ron. Sirius waved his wand over Harry's hand me downs, and they were transfigured into a nice black pinstripe suit, with a red silk button down shirt and a black tie. "Well, then, Pup, are you ready to go talk to your Aunt and Uncle?" Sirius appeared innocent, but one could see the glint in his eyes. He was obviously looking forward to the talk with the Dursley's as much as Harry was.

Harry smiled and nodded. "Ready when you are Sirius. Luna, we'll come pick you and your dad up tomorrow night, okay?"

"Okay, Harry. I look forward to it. I hope you don't have any Wrackspurts in your home, but don't worry if you do, I know how to get rid of them."

Harry smiled "Sure thing, Luna. Neville, send me an owl with what you want to do, 'kay?"
"No problem Harry." Luna kissed Harry's cheek and Neville shook Harry's hand; they both nodded to the Weasley's, barely able to contain their smirks at Ginny's obvious anger, and then left.

Mrs. Weasley stepped forward and crushed Harry in a hug. Even a month ago he would have welcomed it, now all he wanted to do is push her away and scream at her. Still he endured, even offering a tight smile when she finally let go. "We'll see you tomorrow, dear, after the Order Meeting, all right?"

"Okay, Mrs. Weasley, I'll see you all then. Later, guys."

Harry and Sirius left the platform as quickly as they could, aware that the family was following them. Harry glanced back quickly and saw Ginny talking to her mother, looking furious, and Ron looking sulky.

They made it into an alleyway next to the station and Sirius looked at Harry. "Ok, Pup. Hold onto my arm very tightly. I'm going to apparate us to Mrs. Figg's place." Harry did as he was told and Sirius turned on the spot. Harry hated it, it felt like he was being pressed in at from all sides, but before he could register it, they were standing in the cat-smelling, mismatched living room of Mrs. Figg, Harry's squib neighbor.

The first thing harry noticed as that there were many packed up boxes in the room, and even more in the part of the kitchen he could see. He turned to the lady who had been his primary babysitter until he started Hogwarts and asked, "Are you moving?"

Mrs. Figg smiled and nodded. "Dumbledore put me here to keep an eye on you, but now you're off to live with Sirius, so I'm not needed here anymore. I'm moving back to my mother's home in Bristol. Hopefully the war won't find me there. Now go on and deal with those horrid relatives of yours. Good luck to you, Harry."

Harry smiled. The squib was one of the few people he had fond memories of on Privet Drive. He hugged her quickly and he and Sirius headed towards Number 4. "Sirius, you have all the papers, right? Of all the money, and the properties, and the custody forms?"

"Don't worry, Harry. I have them. Do you know how you're going to deal with them?"
Harry smiled. It was a decidedly evil smile. "Yup, I know exactly what I'm going to do." He said as he raised his hand to knock.

The door was answered in seconds by Petunia Dursley, who looked furious, but ushered them inside. They entered the sitting room, where Marge and Vernon were. Vernon saw Harry and started yelling, "You insolent brat!! How dare you…" He didn't get any farther than that, as Sirius silenced him. Marge paled. Now, most wizards would tell you that the Dursley's were muggles. They weren't. They were squibs. Marge and Vernon were the children of the Donderland Family, a pureblood family almost as old as the Blacks and the Potters. Unlike the rest of the pureblood population, however, the Donderland's did marry first cousins, brothers and sisters, and this finally resulted in squibs. Ashamed and furious, they cast the children out as soon as they were old enough to fend for themselves. Marge was 16 when this happened, and it had been left to her to care for herself, and 9 year old Vernon. Marge knew exactly what Harry was, and who he was, and hated him for it. Now, however, she was afraid.

Harry glared at Vernon and Marge, and gestured roughly for Petunia to sit. "We have quite a few things to discuss today, family." The sneer on the last word was obvious. "First, allow me to introduce my Godfather, Sirius Black. I'll be leaving with him today." Harry took forms from Sirius and placed them on the table in front of Vernon and Petunia. "Sirius, Unsilence Uncle Vernon please. But if he can't behave, then stun him." Sirius removed the silencing charm, and Vernon sat in his chair, his face the most magnificent shade of puce it had been in a while. "Sign these. They are custody papers."

Vernon sneered, "No. You're not going anywhere, Boy. And when your Godfather leaves, I'll make sure you never leave again!"

If Vernon was expecting Harry to be afraid, he was sorely disappointed. "Uncle, I was hoping you'd say that. Let me explain something to you. The Wizarding world…"

SMACK

As Harry said the word "wizard", Vernon had vaulted from his chair and smacked Harry so hard he went sprawling from his seat. In a flash, Sirius had placed all three adults in Body Binds, leaving only their heads free. He helped Harry back onto his chair, and Harry continued, "How nice. More evidence. Now, as I was saying. The Wizarding world has ways to view the memories of people. I've submitted to my government, every memory of every violent act I've suffered through here. They're not happy about that. Sign or I'll have you arrested."

Vernon scowled. "Fine. We'll sign your ruddy forms."

At Harry's nod, Sirius released the Body Bind on Petunia and she signed, then Vernon. Vernon was placed back in the body bind, though Petunia wasn't.

"Excellent! Now, onto other business. I was recently informed that I own quite a few properties." All three Dursley's paled. They knew Harry had been the rightful owner of the homes they were living in and now could remove them. Vernon had planned on forcing Harry to right a Will leaving everything to them and then killing him, but that wasn't going to happen now. "I see you realize the implications of this. Good." Harry pulled a piece of paper from the files he had and nodded to Sirius to release the Body Binds on Marge and Vernon. He then slid the paper over to Marge. "Marge, you have a choice. You can either pay nearly 15 years of back rent, or you can vacate my property within two weeks. Be warned, any damage to the property will be billed to you. Either way, I will be inspecting the property in five days. So, what will you do? So you have the nearly £160,000 that back rent would be?"

Marge glared at the boy. She should have been able to scare him into meekness, but obviously that wasn't going to work now. She signed the Eviction notice and said, hatred tinting her words "I'll be out within two weeks." With that, she stomped upstairs to gather her things to head home.

Harry looked at his Aunt and Uncle. When he spoke, his voice was even colder than it had ever been. "I know you've been getting paid £5000 a month for the time I've been living with you. I own this house. I own controlling interest in Grunnings. Sirius has visited with the board and was informed that they only reason you, Vernon, still have a job at all is because it's in the contract for the company that only a Potter can fire you. I know that £5000 has gone towards all of the amenities that you enjoy. They vacations in Majorca. The new cars. Dudley's Smeltings' tuition. All of the toys he gets for Christmas and Birthdays. Well, no more. The money well has dried up, Dear Family. Vernon, on Monday you will be fired. I've been reviewing your performance at Grunnings and it is deplorable. You may or may not be arrested, depending on what the Board of Directors." Vernon paled even further. He was a greedy, greedy man, and had been embezzling funds from Grunnings for over ten years. "Now, Uncle, I'm not totally heartless. I've been told that since last summer's encounter with the Dementors, Dudley has completely turned his life around. His tuition is paid in full until he graduated. I will know if you try and prevent him from attending. Now…this house. You will begin paying rent. £1600 a month, which I'm told is actually very cheap for this area, and a home of this size. Utilities are your own responsibility. Payment is due on the first. Now, since this is registered as a home owned by a Wizard, if you fail to pay on the date due you will be magically ejected and unable to get back inside, except Dudley. One of those forms you signed emancipated Dudley, so call him down please."

Looking terrified, Petunia got up and left the room, returning a few moments later with Dudley, who, surprisingly, smiled upon seeing Harry. He didn't give Harry time to speak as he said "I'm glad you're here. I asked Mrs. Figg what those Dementor things were after you left last summer, and she told me. She also told me what they would do if they had caught us. Thank you. I didn't deserve for you to save me, and you did. I won't waste it, or make you regret it."

Harry smiled as he got up and hugged his cousin. Things were never great between them growing up, but Harry knew Dudley was only regurgitating what his parents did and said. They could start over. "I know you turned your life around. I checked. We need to talk though." Harry quickly went through what had happened. "And so, you're emancipated. That means you're no longer a child in the eyes of the law. Vernon and Petunia can't kick you out, because I own the house. They have to pay rent, but you don't. If they're treating how they treated me, I'll know immediately and take action. Your tuition at Smeltings is paid up and after that we'll talk and see what we want to do then. If you need me, just call out Dobby and he'll come. He's a House Elf, so he looks…strange, but don't worry, he won't harm you. Feel free to spend some time with us this summer, just owl us."

Dudley looked amazed. He had treated his cousin like something less than human and he was forgiven, and given a chance that he would have lost otherwise. Grateful didn't begin to describe it. He nodded, unable to speak, but Harry understood. He turned back to his Aunt and Uncle and nodded. "If you need me for whatever reason, do the same. However, if you attempt to injure Dobby, he will fight back, and can use magic with no reprisals. I will see you all on the first. There are wards placed around the property that will keep you safe, that I had placed last night while you were sleeping. No violence can be done towards another living creature in this house." Shaking Dudley's hand and smiling, Harry grasped Sirius's arm and they disapparated to Grimmauld Place.

The Burrow

Ginny sat at the table drumming her fingers on the wood impatiently. "Mum, the potions aren't working! It's been a week and Granger and my Harry are closer than ever! How am I supposed to get my hands on the Potter Vaults if the Potions won't work?"

Molly Weasley rolled her eyes at the whining tone of her only daughter's voice. Many would be appalled if they knew what part she played in her youngest children's duplicity, but she didn't care. When Arthur and she had been in school, the Weasley's were a rich family. Not as rich as the Malfoy's, but well off enough. She had thought that Arthur was the heir to the family and so gave him a potion to get him to lust after her and marry her. She had grown up a Prewitt, rich and influential. Many saw the marriage between Molly and Arthur as a boon to both families. Then the Death Eater's had come and burned everything they owned. Grandpa Weasley hadn't trusted the Goblins, so he kept his money in a vault in the basement of his home. The Death Eater's took most of it, and what was left was spent on their children. Molly was bitter now. She wanted the riches back, she wanted the influence, and the only way to get that was for her Ginny to snag the Potter boy. She hadn't cared a whit about Ron wanting Hermione, but he had discovered their plan and threatened to tell if they didn't help him get the mudblood as well. They had to be careful. If any of the other family members found out, they would be in serious trouble.

Now Sirius Black had been pardoned, and had custody of Harry. That just would not do. He had to be at the Burrow to be dosed, not at Grimmauld Place.

The impending meeting with the Order also had Molly on edge. Albus had never asked for the whole family to be there. The only one of her children in the Order was Bill and Charlie. Albus knew Percy wouldn't be there, but he wanted the rest. Was he going to ask them to join the Order? The thought crossed her mind very briefly that he somehow knew about the potions, but that was impossible, they had all been very, very careful. Ginny was still whining about Potter not noticing her and finally Molly had had enough.

"Ginevra, just be quiet! We will fix it; don't worry, just for the love of Merlin stop whining already!"

After that, the two women sat down to plan some more.

Grimmauld Place

The Next Day

Harry, Hermione, Luna, Ron, Fred, George and Ginny all sat in the drawing room of 12 Grimmauld Place, waiting for the end of the Order meeting. Harry, Hermione and Sirius had gone over the plan so many times they knew it by heart. The plan was to cast compulsion charms on a tea set, and have Dobby serve tea. The tea would be laced with Veritaserum, and the Weasley's and Dumbledore would drink it, and they could know for sure what was going on, and who knew about it.

The meeting ended, and Sirius and Lupin led Molly, Arthur, Bill, Charlie and Dumbledore into the drawing room. Dobby popped in and immediately served the tea. The Weasleys all started drinking and then Dumbledore drank. Dumbledore smiled at everyone present and looked around. "I'm sure you're wondering why we're all here, and why I've asked the Children to be here especially. Well, honestly, it was Harry's idea. Harry, if you could?"

Now this Veritaserum was Ministry Grade. Amelia Bones had supplied it after being sworn to secrecy. It forced the drinker to tell the truth until an antidote was administered, or for 72 hours, whichever happened first. The one under the influence was fully aware of their surroundings at all times, and there was no glass eye effect. Harry took a breath and looked around before beginning. This was harder than he thought it would be.

"A little over a week ago, Ron and Ginny were overheard in a corridor at Hogwarts talking about dosing Hermione and I with Amorentia, Abscido and Locutus Fidelitas. They stated they got the potions from Mrs. Weasley. I want to know how far this has gone. The tea you have drunk is laced with Ministry Grade Veritaserum." As Harry spoke, every Weasley face paled, though some for different reasons than others. "I'll start with Mr. Weasley, since he's the head of the Family, is that all right with you sir?"

"Yes, Harry, of course."

"Sirius has a dicta-quill and parchment ready to go, just in case." Harry Nodded at Sirius, who readies the quill and parchment.

"What is your name?"

"Arthur Michael Weasley"

"Were you aware that your children, Ronald and Ginevra, were planning to use potions on myself or any other person?"

"No, I was not."

"Did you know your wife, Molly, was aware of this and aiding them?"

"No, I was not."

"If you had known, would you have condoned their actions?"

"Absolutely not!"

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. It was far from over, but this was a start. He administered the antidote to Arthur and gestured that they would talk later. Arthur nodded and sat off to the side. The questioning had the same results from Bill, Charlie, and the twins. Harry was still hurting, but at least now he knew his faith and love hadn't been totally misplaced. The Innocent members of the Weasley Family sat quietly while Harry questioned Mrs. Weasley.

"What is your name?"

"Molly Ann Weasley."

"Were you aware that your children, Ronald and Ginevra, were planning to use potions on myself or any other person?"

"Yes."

"How were you involved?"

"I was making the potions for them. The ingredients cannot be obtained at Hogwarts and someone may have become suspicious if they were seen brewing them there."

"Were you aware of the effect the potions would have had when mixed together?"

"Yes."

"Did you care?"

"No."

"Why did you do it?"

"I'm tired of being poor. I was a Prewitt, I was rich, and I was influential. The Death Eaters caused us to lose our fortune because Arthur's idiot Grandfather didn't keep his money in the bank. You have more money and influence than you know what to do with, and I wanted it. The only way to get it was to get Ginny to be your wife. I didn't care about Ron getting Granger, but he said he would tell about our plans unless I included him."

"Have you ever used a love potion on anyone else?"

"Yes. I laced Arthur's food with Amorentia to get him to marry me while we were in school."

Harry was disgusted. Sirius and Remus led Molly to the other side of the room, away from her family members. Arthur looked heartbroken. Ron was next. This was going to hurt the worst, he could tell.

"What is your name?"

"Ronald Bilius Weasley."

"Why did you participate in the plan to potion myself and Hermione Granger?"

"You have everything. You have fame, you have money, and you have influence and prestige. You're the headmaster's favorite, you never get in trouble. Ginny wanted you and I knew she would share your wealth with the family. You wanted Hermione but didn't have her, so I was going to use the potions to get her so I could have something you wanted for once. I was going to shag her and leave her for a proper pureblood wife."

Everyone not involved in the plan was shaking with rage. Hermione had to be physically restrained from attacking Ron as Sirius bodily dragged him and threw him next to his mother.

Harry turned to Ginny.

"What is your name?"

"Ginevra Molly Weasley."

"Why did you participate in this plan?"

"We belong together. You saved me. You're rich and I'm a redhead. I wanted your vaults and the only way to get them was to marry you."

"What if this plan hadn't worked?"

"I would have dosed you with a lust potion, shagged you and gotten pregnant. The Old Laws would have forced you to marry me or give me your fortune."

Ginny was placed next to her brother, though gentler. Harry turned to Dumbledore.

"What is your name?"

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

"Were you aware of the potions plot?"

"No, I was not."

"If you had been aware, would you have condoned it?"

"No, I would not have."

Harry nodded, the Headmaster may be manipulative and a thief, but at least he had limits.

"Why have you been taking money from my vaults?"

Dumbledore looked surprised that Harry knew, but the potion compelled him to answer. "Your parent's will stipulates that your guardians would get 1000 Galleons a month as a stipend. This equated into £5000 a month in muggle money. I didn't think you would miss the rest, and the Order needed funding. I should have asked you, but I feared you would demand Order entrance in exchange."

"What were you doing with the money you took for the Order?"

"Part of it went to reimbursing people for lost wages when they were on a mission and forced them to miss work." Dumbledore paused, not wanting to answer the rest, but forced to anyway, "The rest went to pay Severus Snape for spying."

Harry was furious. "You paid him to spy?? With my money? Was Snape aware of where the money came from?"

"Yes."

Harry furiously threw the antidote at Dumbledore and the Potions Weasleys. He turned a livid face back to the Headmaster. "No more. Use your own money to fund the Order and pay your pet Death Eater. You should have told me, I would have helped, but now, you get nothing. I don't know if I will ever trust you after this, Headmaster. I need to think long and hard about returning to Hogwarts in the fall." Dumbledore looked ready to argue, but eventually nodded his acceptance and sat back down. He did still have business here, even if Arthur didn't react the way he suspected he would.

Harry turned to the Innocent Weasleys and spoke. "I'm sorry. I understand if you're angry about being put under Veritaserum without consent, but I had to know."

Arthur hugged Harry briefly. "Do not apologize. We understand, and you did nothing wrong. Are you planning to press charges?"

"Not right yet. Amelia Bones informs me I can within 5 years. Ron and Ginny owe me life debts, and I can use charges to hang over Mrs. Weasley if she tries anything."

"She won't be Mrs. Weasley for long." Arthur stood straight and walked over to his wife of nearly thirty years, and his two youngest children. Molly opened her moth to speak but he held up a hand and she stopped. When Arthur spoke, he sounded angrier than any in the room had ever heard. "Molly, Ronald and Ginevra. You have brought shame on the Weasley name with your actions. You sought to take the free will of a boy who has done nothing but good for our family, and of an innocent young girl. You did this for money and selfish gain. As Head of the Weasley Family, I cast you three out. You are members of House Weasley no more."

There was a flash of magic, pure white, and it struck the three. Magic leaked from them back into Arthur, and from him into each of his children, with a ball leaving, presumably for Percy. "The Weasley Magic has left you and been returned to the Family. Before he died, Frederick Prewitt named me Head of the Prewitt Family, as he no longer had a living Heir. As Head of the Prewitt Family, I cast you out. You are members of House Prewitt no more!" The process was repeated. Arthur looked at the three former members of his family with disgust. "The Prewitt Magic has been returned to the Family." He turned his back to them and walked away.

The three's faces had paled dramatically as they realized what had happened. They were squibs, no, they were worse than squibs, they were muggles. The magic of their families had been stripped from them, and they were muggles now. Even if they remarried into another magical family, which was not likely to happen, as their new status and the reason for it would be published in tomorrow's prophet, they would never get magic again. Each person's magical core was made up of magic passed down from the family through each generation. If a person shamed their family enough, the Head of the family would take the magic back. Squibs, at least, retained a tiny portion of magic, which was why Muggle repelling charms had no effect, and they could see and interact with magical creatures, but they couldn't even do that as they had no trace of magic left. This final step was rarely done because of its permanence, but it had happened to them. They were left with only the clothes on their back, as the wards of the Burrow would reject them and fling them into the street if they attempted entry. They could get a new name, but they would have to petition the Ministry for it, and it would be researched to make sure that there was no history of magic at all in that families line. They were nameless, no one. They were muggles; their children would be muggles, and their children's children, down forever. And it wasn't even over yet.

The three visibly shrank back as Dumbledore stood, surveying them gravely over his spectacles.

"Ronald, Ginevra. As you know, muggles cannot attend Hogwarts. As of this moment, you are officially expelled." It was a formality, since they couldn't even see Hogwarts to get into it, but it had to be done anyway. Sirius led the three out of the house.

Harry was confused. "What was that light? What just happened?"

It was Dumbledore who explained. "When a child is born that has magic, it means that there was magic in their family line somewhere. Magic is passed down from generation to generation, through families. Muggleborns are misnamed. They're actually the children of squibs who had finally built up enough magic to have a magical child. When you marry, your family's magic will pass onto your children, without taking any from you. Through extreme inbreeding, or having their magic bound, some became squibs, and the magic is still passed down, but needs to slowly increase. This can take centuries. It often takes so long that the families forget that they ever had magic. Now what just happened here was different. They weren't turned into Squibs, they were made into Muggles. When a female marries into a family, she keeps her birth families magic, but her husband's family is added to it, making the magical core denser, and enabling her to pass her husband's families magic to future children. She also passes her families magic onto them; at least until magic deems them mature. Millennia ago, researchers discovered this age to be 17, which is why in the Wizarding World, 17 years olds are adults. Until a child is an adult, they also have the magic of their mother's family. Now, when Arthur cast them out, he took back his families magic. That was the light you saw. Now, if Arthur hadn't been named Head of the Prewitt Family, Molly would have automatically reverted to a Prewitt in name and Magic. Since both Ronald and Ginevra are children, they would have as well."

Harry nodded, "But, since Mr. Weasley is Head of The Prewitt Family too, he revoked their right to use that Families magic too, so it was taken away. Now they have no magic to pass down, so they're muggles?"

Dumbledore nodded, "That's right. Even if they were to marry into another family with magic, they'll be muggles, since Magic was removed. Magic is a living thing, with a consciousness almost, and could have decided Arthur was being too harsh and done nothing. But Magic has deemed them unworthy to wield her, and so they'll never have magic again. Neither will any of their direct line."

"Wow." That was Hermione.

"Indeed Miss Granger. It is very rarely done because of its permanent nature, but it does still happen, and when it does, for very good reasons."

Everyone sat in silence for a while, digesting what had happened over the last few hours. Until Harry spoke again, "So many lives had been irrevocably changed, turned upside down, inside out and rearranged. But us, in this room, are closer than ever. We know we can trust each other. Even the Headmaster, to an extent, even if it's not nearly as much as we used to. We are closer, and we are a family, all of us. No matter what happens with Voldemort, we know nothing will tear us apart."

Dumbledore smiled slightly. "You're right, dear boy, of course. I want to apologize. I've done many things in your life that I thought were right and good, but they weren't. If I knew then what I know now, I would do them all differently. But alas, the past is the past. I will do everything I can to aid you in your endeavors, and I swear upon my magic and my very life, that I will be completely forthright with you when it comes to the War and things having to do with you."

Harry nodded. "Thank you, Professor. It doesn't fix everything right away, but it is a start."

"Sirius, are you still willing to allow this place to be used as Headquarters?"

"Yes…but the Secret-Keeper needs to be changed. I would like the Secret-Keeper to be myself."

"That is easily done. Thank you for allowing the Order to use your home. All of you are, of course, permitted to be at the meetings, since Harry will be there, and I know he will inform you all of what goes on. None of you are likely to go on missions, but if you wish to attend, you may."

"Professor, about Professor Snape…"

"Ah yes. He will be informed that his animosity towards you and anyone who resides or visits this house will cease, or his employment will be terminated. To be honest, I've been wary of his loyalties as of late anyway…"

The talks continued throughout the night and well into the early morning hours, when they all finally went to bed, the Fidelius Charm to be redone the following afternoon.

AN: Wow, 16 pages, over 7,000 words. So, as I said before, Dumbledore wasn't evil, just misguided and manipulative. How did you guys like what I did with the Dursley's and Former Weasels? We aren't seeing the last of either, I promise…and yes, I totally made up the name Donderland. I figured that Vernon and Marge being squibs would explain better their hatred of Harry, and Vernon's hatred of magic in general.