Undone
by Healer Pomfrey
All recognizable characters belong to J. K. Rowling, and I am not earning anything by writing this story.
I am not a native speaker of English. Please excuse my mistakes.
COMPLETELY AU! Partly OOC.
It is my story, and I intend to write it the way I want it. If you don't like it, don't read it.
Reviews are very welcome, as they inspire my muse. Thank you very much for the kind feedback on the previous chapter!
"Dumbledore," Fudge said, impatiently refusing a lemon drop, "I wish to award Harry Potter the Order of Merlin first class."
"Harry Potter?" Dumbledore queried in apparent surprise. "May I ask why?"
"For curing the werewolves of course," Fudge replied, and Harry could imagine how he rolled his eyes at the old wizard.
Dumbledore let out a scoff laugh. "Cornelius, I can tell you now that Harry won't accept any award if Professor Snape and Tom Gaunt won't receive the same. They worked on the wolvescure potion together. Harry and Tom searched and translated the recipes, and Professor Snape brewed the potion with Harry's and his children's assistance."
"I can't very well award a former Death Eater the Order of Merlin," Fudge replied, sighing.
"Professor Snape has never been a real Death Eater. He only took the Dark Mark in order to spy for the light side. His wife, Rosie Dumbledore, can confirm this."
"Sorry, you must have told me before, but is she your daughter?" the minister enquired.
"No, she's the daughter of my brother Aberforth," the headmaster explained, pleasantly.
"I wished I could see Fudge's face," Harry blurted out, causing his friends to chuckle.
Dumbledore and Fudge finally decided that the minister should attend the welcoming feast at Hogwarts on the first of September and award the Order of Merlin to the three recipients after the Sorting.
"He didn't even ask us if we want it," Harry said in disbelief, once they had heard the minister take his leave.
Tom let out a snort. "Why would they need to ask us?" he commented. "I'm sure Snape will be as delighted as you and me."
HP
It was on the last day of the summer holidays, when Tom said to Harry and Luna, "Today, I'm going to accompany Regulus and Sirius to the Wizengamot meeting."
"Why?" Harry asked in surprise, knowing that Sirius was taking the Potter seat in addition to his own.
"I want Regulus to take the Gaunt seat," Tom explained. "That stupid bitch is still occupying it ever since Tom Riddle died, but since I'm the heir of the Gaunt family, I want Regulus to take the seat on my behalf."
"Oh, that makes sense," Luna acknowledged.
"Umbitch will be delighted," Harry added, chuckling. "I hope everything goes well."
"Me too," Tom replied, smirking. "Wish me luck."
HP
When Tom, Sirius and Regulus returned to Hogwarts, Harry was told the story of how Umbridge had verbally fought to keep the seat stating that she had inherited it from her late husband. However, she had to give up under the evidence provided by Regulus, which confirmed that Tom was the real heir of the Gaunt family.
"That was fun," Tom added, grinning. "I'm so happy that I'm now betrothed to Hermione. She's an angel compared to Dolores. This new life is so much better than my former life."
HP
The fact that Harry, Tom and Severus Snape received the Order of Merlin first class during the welcoming feast remained the main topic at Hogwarts during the first week of classes.
It was quickly replaced, however, when Dumbledore announced the first Hogsmeade visit of the school year. The ten Wallace third-year students became extremely excited and decided to visit the village as a group and only separate after lunch at The Three Broomsticks, when they would continue roaming the village as couples.
'Thank Merlin we have so nice classmates that it doesn't really matter,' Harry thought, although he could not prevent himself from looking forward to spending some time alone with Luna.
'She's really beautiful,' he thought, when they enjoyed an ice cream sitting on a tree trunk on the playground which Sirius and Remus had shown them once during the holidays. It was a little off the main street, so that the other students did not know about it. Harry and Luna thoroughly enjoyed it, especially as it gave them some privacy in contrary to the crowded main street.
HP
The following months passed uneventfully. All ten Wallace third years had chosen Care of Magical Creatures and Ancient Runes as elective subjects and were very pleased with their choice, especially upon hearing from the twins how their brother Ron struggled through his Divination classes, which he had only taken because his betrothed was teaching it. The class was so ridiculous that he had to go as far as to make up strange dreams for his homework every now and then.
"This Divination class must be complete rubbish." Hermione voiced her opinion.
Luna immediately agreed. "Either you are a Seer or you're not. I don't think that there's a way to learn it," she commented, wearing a confused expression.
"I wished they'd have an Animagus class as elective subject," Tom suddenly spoke up, causing everyone to agree.
"Yes, it would be great, but we don't really need a class," Harry said, coolly. "We can just study by ourselves. We could, for example, practise here in the common room every evening before Rosie comes here. Maybe some of the older students even want to join us."
"That's brilliant," Hermione agreed immediately. "The problem is just…" she let her eyes wander over her classmates, "… does anyone know how it works?"
"Yes," Luna said, simply, giving Harry a dreamy look.
While Harry had recently succeeded transforming his right hand, Luna was just one step behind and could also change her left hand into the paw of a chameguise. Both quickly did the transformation, making the others stare at them in disbelief.
"You have to decide on an animal, intensely study what it looks like, and then you have to try changing your left hand into whatever your animal has instead," Harry explained shortly.
"It might take some time though," Luna added. "We've been practising for two years now."
"Your form is especially difficult though," Gwendolyn spoke up. "I heard my parents speak about it after Mum caught you transforming your left hand. A normal, non magical form is difficult, but a magical animal is more difficult, and a rare magical animal is almost impossible and affords a lot of magic. Not even everyone will be able to transform at all, let alone into a magical animal."
When the third-years spoke with their housemates about the matter later the same day, everyone from the first-years to the seventh-years agreed to join their practice, and the whole house decided to practise every evening right after dinner. To Harry's relief, James Potter promised to teach the Wallace students from William's portrait.
'Thank Merlin Dad is willing to teach them,' Harry thought, absentmindedly observing his roommates head to the dormitory. 'Since Rosie forbade me to even try the transformation, she'd have a fit if I was teaching them.'
"Harry, come quickly," Justin suddenly called down to him. "We have a problem."
HP
"I won't be able to transform at all," Neville quietly told Harry what he had already admitted to Tom, Justin and Blaise in the dormitory.
"And why might that be?" Harry asked in surprise.
"My magic isn't very strong," Neville admitted. "My granny always thought I was a Squib, before I finally received my Hogwarts letter."
"Nonsense," Harry contradicted in a firm voice. "Did you never do accidental magic?"
"Oh I did, sometimes," Neville admitted, "but when my granny gave me my father's wand and tried to teach me spells, it just didn't work."
"Your father's wand?" Tom asked in disbelief. "Don't you have your own wand?"
Neville shook his head. "No. I'm still using my father's. He has a second wand, which he's using now."
"Neville, let's ask Rosie if she can take you to Ollivander's to get your own wand," Harry said in a firm voice. "Come, let's go and ask her." He almost had to drag his hesitating friend out of the dormitory, assuring him that it did not matter that it was after curfew.
And it did not matter indeed. Rosie immediately understood the problem and offered to take Neville to Diagon Alley first thing the following morning.
"I don't have money though," Neville said in a small voice. "I should ask my parents…"
"Just tell Ollivander to take the money from the Potter vault," Harry suggested, giving Rosie a firm nod.
A little more than twelve hours later, a very happy Neville stood in front of Harry. "Harry, it worked. You were right. I can do proper spells and all with my new wand. Thank you so very much."
"You're welcome," Harry replied, feeling extremely happy for his friend.
HP
Just a few weeks before the end of the school year, Harry heard from Hogwarts that Dolores Umbridge had just stepped through the fireplace into Dumbledore's office.
'I wonder what she wants,' he thought, glancing at his wrist watch. 'I still have forty minutes before the beginning of the afternoon classes,' he realised and quickly pulled Luna and Tom with him out of the Great Hall. On the way to the founders' quarters, he filled his best friends in.
"I am sorry Miss Umbridge, but I don't have such a statistic," Dumbledore was just explaining to his visitor, when the friends arrived at the spy room.
"Then you'll surely be able to put one together," Umbridge said. "Otherwise, the ministry really has to supervise Hogwarts."
"I don't understand the necessity to know how many muggleborn students studied at Hogwarts during the last ten years," Dumbledore replied, patiently. "We're glad to have so many muggleborns, as the magical population has really suffered from the last war."
"That doesn't matter, Dumbledore," Umbridge replied, crisply. "I assure you now that I'm going to do something about it."
"Well, maybe that would be a good time to openly admit that you're a half-blood and not a pureblood," Dumbledore said, smirking. "Surprisingly, many muggleborn students have best marks in their classes outranking the purebloods."
Umbridge did not even say good-bye before they heard the fireplace flare.
"Stupid bitch," Tom commented, when the three friends left the spy chamber, unaware that they would hear more of the topic sooner or later.
HP
It was shortly before the end of Harry's third Hogwarts year that word spread that Dolores Umbridge had released a ministry decree stating that muggleborn students had to absolve a test before being allowed into Hogwarts. According to Amelia, who informed everyone about the matter at one of their Sunday evening meetings in Sirius' and Remus' quarters, the decree was supposed to take effect after exactly one year.
"What kind of test is it?" Hermione asked with apparent interest.
Amelia shook her head. "That I'm not privy off, but the ministry is going to develop the test, and it's said to be about all kinds of subjects within the magical world. Topics which probably would be no problem for magically raised children."
"How would these muggleborn children be able to pass a test then?" Tom enquired, seemingly angry.
"Clearly the aim is to keep the muggleborns out of Hogwarts," Snape spoke up, equally upset.
Sirius shook his head. "I don't think that the ministry has the power to force such a thing," he then said. "Harry is the owner of Hogwarts and as such should be able to prevent any interference from the ministry."
Harry looked up in surprise, however, had to admit that his godfather had a point.
"I'll speak with the founders and the headmaster," he promised and added, "Thank you Amelia for alerting us to the problem."
HP
Five days later, Harry penned a letter to the Minister of Magic.
'Dear Minister Fudge,
In my function as the owner of Hogwarts, which I am due to being the heir of the founders, I refuse to acknowledge any power of the Ministry of Magic over Hogwarts. The Ministry of Magic is not to interfere in Hogwarts' matters, and all magical students will be allowed to study at Hogwarts just like during the last one thousand years since the foundation of our school.
Yours sincerely
Lord Harry Potter
Owner of Hogwarts'
It took two months before Harry received a response during the first week of his fourth Hogwarts year.
'Mister Potter,
the Ministry of Magic is not able to recognise you as the owner of Hogwarts, since you're only the heir of four founders out of five. Therefore, the Ministry of Magic will do what is necessary to keep our society pure.
Dolores Umbridge
Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic'
"Stupid bitch," Harry blurted out, handing the letter to Tom.
"Come," Tom replied, rising from his chair. "Let's talk with William."
"What can he do?" Harry asked in desperation. "He's only a portrait, and our time travel potion won't take us back as far as to his own time."
"When was that? The thirteenth century?" Tom asked in apparent amusement, which Harry could simply not understand.
The two fourth-years abandoned their breakfast and hurried back to their common room, where they stood in front of the portrait of their founder and let him in on the whole story.
William patiently listened, before he made up his mind. "That's no problem at all," he then said. "I'll simply make one of you my heir."
Harry and Tom stared at the founder in confusion. "How?" Tom finally asked. "You're only a portrait. How can you make us your heirs?"