Chapter 53 is finally here! A huge thanks to all the reviews, and special thanks to TamiLove for the suggestions. Will definitely take you up on a few of those ;P also a special thank you to Ficaddict2015 for giving me the motivation to finish this chapter with your reviews! I am glad to have such a dedicated reader ^.^
Apologies on delays as always.. Am currently busy planning my wedding for next year :D A lot more work than I had thought, haha.
Enjoy,
Slightly nervous, the blond teen walked over the stone path leading towards the shining front door. He looked over his shoulder just in time to see his friends disapparate again, and took a deep breath as his hand reached up to the doorbell. For the first time in his life, the brass four next to the door seemed to gleam ominously, and the sound of the bell sounded shrill in his ears. He heard other noises starting. His father's bellowing voice, his mother's typical anxious laugh that she only did when she felt uneasy. Heavy footsteps approached the door, and Dudley tried to look as nonchalant as possible, as if he hadn't simply disappeared for a long time.
The door was thrown open, and he saw the pulsing veins on his father's red face that were usually a very bad sign, there to scare off unwelcome late night visitors. But as the first syllable left his dad's mouth, the oncoming stream of swear words was stopped, and the man's eyes widened almost comically. Unlike his parents, who did not seem to have much sense of humour at all, Dudley could at least recognise when something was funny, and if the situation had been different, seeing his father's face go from red to white and the mouth gasp like a fish on dry land, would definitely have counted to his top ten of funny sights. As it was, he just made a vague note in the back of his head to laugh about it later when he was alone in his room.
''Dudley...'' He hadn't known his father could produce such a squeaky sound...
''Hi dad,'' he said, not quite sure what else to do. ''Erhm, I'm back.''
His father just stared at him for a moment, before he was pulled in a hug. ''Thank god,'' he muttered. '' Thank god, you're alive.'' It was the most emotional he'd ever seen his father, and it rather surprised him, as the man was usually not really fond of emotions, thinking it made people weak to show those. He usually preferred to just beat things up, just like Dudley used to when he wanted to vent anything.
He was dragged inside, and his mother, coming out to see what was going on, almost screamed in surprise and ran towards him to envelop him in her thin arms. Dudley awkwardly patted her back, not knowing what he should say. He half-half had a story to tell them of where he'd been, involving a lot of memory loss and getting kidnapped, but the words died at his tongue now he was finally face to face with them. As it turned out though, he didn't need to say much of anything. His mother instantly fussed over him having lost weight and gave him a full plate, effectively postponing any conversation.- She could be right about it, he had to admit. He'd moved a lot more since he'd left home. He'd kept practicing boxing, only now against dummies, while trying to avoid stray spells as the magicians practiced duelling for fun. Still, he thought his mother could also just be overreacting a bit. There was no way a notable difference could be seen after only a month.
It felt odd being here again, especially as this was not exactly what he had planned. He'd gone away to escape, to learn magic and see the new country for himself. He'd wanted to flee from the losing side and be protected. Harry had even told him that he'd find a place for him to stay, and at that time - only a week ago, imagine-, he'd honestly thought that was the best.
But then Cassandra had been there, with whom he'd shared his fears. And then Hadar had joined them, and discussed the most recent politics, and then Alfred, who spoke of courage and putting others in front of yourself. When Harry's letter finally came, Dudley just sent a short note back to thank for the trouble, and with the announcement that he sadly had other business to take care of still. And so, his friend had brought him to the house he'd fled from. Dudley had finally woken up, and saw what a great position he could be in if he stopped hiding behind the backs of others. Just like when he was in the ring, he needed to step into the light and show everyone what he could do.
And it just happened that he could save lives by spying on the largest anti-magic resistance now existent in Britain.
When he had finished his plate, his parents were already talking about how they were amazed he'd been able to escape from evil wizards, and how magic was ruining everything. It seemed they already had their own version of what had happened to him, and when he said he didn't remember much, they went on about memory-altering charms as if they were suddenly experts after pretending for all of their lives that magic did not exist. Before he knew it, they had ushered him upstairs and left him to rest. It had certainly not been what he'd expected, but a lot easier than anything he had imagined.
He thought of what he had to do now. The games that once held his interest lay scattered over his bedroom floor, but he did not feel like taking any of them, or even turning on the telly in his room. He just lay on his bed and thought about how he had wasted his life away and worsened the life of others. A feeling of shame settled in his stomach, and he hoped he could do something against it. it had certainly helped to have met people who finally understood him. He knew he wasn't very intelligent, or good-looking, or nice, and it made him feel good that even so, these people had accepted him and tried to speak to his good sides. He wanted to do his best for them.
Maybe he should pretend to live on as he always had, following his parents' example. Even if they went to resistance meetings, it would be a bit suspicious if he kept asking details about it, especially as his parents hated questions. No, it would be better to convince them that he wanted to come with. The whole 'kidnapped and then escaped from evil witches' story they made up themselves and wanted to believe, he would be able to work to his advantage.
He could barely believe himself that he really was doing this. It was so... not him. He'd always done what was expected of him, everything his parents liked. It was scary to go completely against that, but it was the right thing to do, and that finally meant something to him. He closed his eyes as he lay on his bed, thinking of his friends and thinking of where he wanted to stand in this world.
Harry stood, for the first time, in front of the door with his love's hand on his shoulder. He made a movement with his head to rub his cheek against the hand to calm himself, even though he clutched the drawing materials in his arms tighter.
''Calm down, my dear,'' the man whispered. ''I'm only here to observe. Also, it's not as if I haven't seen it through your mind before''
''I know, but it's still different when you're here in person,'' Harry mumbled. he wondered if it had been a good idea to ask Marvolo to come with. His therapy sessions were usually a private moment, with only Narcissa's soothing voice asking questions as Harry drew and talked. The walls of the room were covered in the art he'd made during the hours spent here, as a reminder of all the topics they had already approached. Once he opened that door, he'd show his love a part of his heart and past that he'd rather keep hidden. Still, it was only fair after Marvolo had shown him all parts of his soul, even going so far as to make a Horcrux with Harry present.
He knew all of the man's dark secrets, both his kind and cruel side, and knew even the details of his past. Now it was time for Marvolo to see everything of him...
You know that I already know it, dear It's all there, in your head. Perhaps that will finally get through if I say it like this.
Harry sighed and leaned back into the other, both physically and mentally. Then, resolutely, he opened the door and walked in. Narcissa was already sitting inside, flipping through some pages, probably her notes of the previous session, she usually did so to be reminded of where they left off.
''Hello Harry, and welcome, my Lord.''
Harry returned the greeting and sat down on his favourite spot, a rather soft couch. Reluctantly, he put the drawing materials on the table for when they would be needed, and he started to nervously tap his fingers against his leg as soon as he did not have anything to hold. Marvolo's pointed stare made him halt abruptly. He didn't even know why he felt so nervous, as if he was having sex for the first time again. Narcissa poured in a cup of tea for him, and he thankfully wrapped his hands around the steaming glass, glad to hold something again.
''Well then, how have you been doing this past time? We haven't spoken for quite a while again.''
''Fine, I guess. Not much change. Have been busy with the team a lot, and reading. Sometimes I miss the battles, you know. Is that weird? So many people died, and I've been wrapped up in involuntary dangers so often, but now there are moment when I miss having my wand in my hand and running for my life.''
''Adrenaline can have a certain addiction. You might just be missing that rush. Is it lessened when you are flying?''
''A bit, yeah, but not too much. I know that during flying, not much can go wrong. I'm good enough on a broom to know I can avoid the bludgers quite easily and won't fall off either. I used to and learnt from that, but now the thrill is out of it a bit as well.''
''Being addicted to danger does not seem a very healthy thing. Even if you can gain that feeling again, through dangerous training or duels, that would affect your physical health and result in something much worse than feeling like you are missing something.''
''What if I can get that feeling back through something else than fighting though? To be honest, I'm going back to Hogwarts soon, together with Ron. Breaking in to see some of my friends again. We plan on not being seen by any of those on the Light side, of course, but it still brings a certain... feeling.''
''It still sounds reckless, but as dying chances are minimal even if you'd be caught, I suppose it would be a good alternative. Anything else you'd like to say on the topic, or something else you want to mention?'' Harry took his time to think about it. It really had been a while since he'd last seen her, but what had all happened in between? He'd visited Charlie, but that wasn't really relevant. Neither was his trip in Peru, he supposed. He'd probably have ranted to her about it if he'd been alone, but he didn't want to embarrass Marvolo. What else... OH.
''Dudley,'' he blurted out. ''I met Dudley.''
Narcissa was instantly even more attentive than usual, leaning forward a bit, her eyes piercing into his. ''Your cousin? How did that happen?''
''He searched me out, actually. Turns out he left his parents because he doesn't agree with them anymore on the whole 'magic is bad' thing. He's even been living with wizards and witches some time. I tried to find a place closer for him to live, but in the end he refused, seems he had some plans of his own. But it was so strange to see Dudley of all people improving in such a way. Still don't know how he reached that point, but I'm very happy for it.''
''What were your feelings when you saw him?'' Narcissa asked. Harry thought about it, almost already reaching for his paper and pencils, but then halting. He could talk about this, he supposed.
''At first suspicion. I thought it might have been a trap. I brought some of my friends though, just in case. As he started explaining, I felt mostly surprised. Well, that's an understatement. Completely baffled would be a better words. And then there was relief... It was like a validation of that it really had been him who was wrong all those years. But he even apologised to me for everything he's done in the past. It was quite a burden off my shoulders. I've loved the magical world since I came here, but there was always that nagging feeling whenever something bad happened. The feeling of that the Dursleys may have been right all along. I know it sounds stupid, but sometimes I really thought that it was me who was bullying them instead of the other way around. My magic inconvenienced them, and even made accidents happen... But now Dudley told me that it's not magic that was at fault, but his parents and he.'' Harry took a deep breath after having that all pour out, and he looked at Narcissa, trying to avoid Marvolo's eyes.
''That must indeed have been a relief. Does that also change your views on our other family members?''
Harry thought about it for a while. It certainly didn't change what they had done, but it made him feel more validated in his fear and hatred towards them. Actually, it made him feel less afraid, less as if he needed their acceptance in the end. It was easier now to focus without feeling guilty, on the rage he felt at memories of him being beaten, starved and used as a slave in that house. ''It changed, yes. I feel freer to hate them.'' If it would have been one of his Gryffindor friends he told this to, even Ron, they probably would not be able to understand him. But Narcissa only nodded in understanding and sipped her tea.
''Hatred is often pushed away or ignored to avoid conflicts, which can be damaging. It is good to admit feeling it, and trying to understand your hatred to the fullest. Would you like to draw it out? and see if there is any change in comparison with your previous art?''
Harry's eyes flickered to the walls again, but did not want to watch for too long, so he would not make it different on purpose. He merely laid out his drawing materials and slid to the floor, nestling into the soft carpet as he picked his colours. It was easy to lose himself, only focusing on the emotions that whirled in his head, memories and images popping up. Words that Dudley had said, memories of Aunt Petunia yelling at him with her shrill voice, Uncle Vernon beating him again for asking questions. Colours flew over the paper beneath his hands, the tip of his pencil now and then ripping the surface.
At last he stilled, out of breath, flexing his now painful fingers. The drawing was very different than what he had made before, he saw. Instead of abstract shapes, it was actually a crude 'realistic' drawing, like a child's. In it, there were three people and a large, shadowed and cloaked figure, that reminded him a bit of a Dementor. Only when he studied it more intensely did he notice it was probably supposed to be Marvolo, hovering right behind the smallest figure, which had two bright green dots for eyes and a brown line in his hand that was most certainly a wand.
The other two were Petunia and Vernon, but instead of angry faces and frighteningly large like they usually were in his childhood memories, they were lying on the ground, red all around them. Harry had to be honest: it both creeped him out and gave a satisfying feeling. Perhaps he should redo this in a more realistic version when he wasn't so emotional.
''A mirror image,'' Marvolo said. When had he moved to the chair behind Harry? ''I have to say that I prefer your other drawings of me.''
''What other drawings?''
''The sketchbook you gave me as a present. You didn't forget about it, did you?''
''Oh, that. That was months ago... I didn't recently think of it anymore, sorry. Too many other things on my mind. I'll make a gruesomely realistic version of this if you want.''
''Yes please, that should be entertaining. Maybe make it into a bedtime storybook. A fairytale of killing Muggles for revenge.''
''Good thing we won't have children.''
''You can never know for certain dear. With you having a heart for the frail and less fortunate members of society, who knows what you will pick off the street.''
''Funny. Here I recall you actually picking up strays. Does Nagini ring a bell? If one of us ever comes home with a random child, I bet it's you.''
''I'll take you up on that one. Well, Narcissa, what do you think of the drawing?''
The woman had observed with completely unmoving silence, her sharp eyes fixed on the paper as it was transformed from a blank slate to a bloodbath. Only during the interaction of Harry with the Dark Lord had she shown any emotion, leaning forward a bit in curiousity at their exchange.
''It certainly seems that most of his fear disappeared, revealing his true wishes for his family. It does rather surprise me, Harry was completely honest with me when he told me in one of the first sessions about not wanting to kill the Dursleys.''
''And I still am,'' the teen said with determination. ''It's a nice fantasy though, and I can finally justify my own want of seeing them hurt, but in the end it will be more damaging to them, and more of a lesson too, to live like they have to now. Live in a world they fear. Their actual deaths would bring nothing.''
''Very mature of you,'' the woman said with a slight smile. ''Even your deepest desires are not necessarily what you need.''
''Unless it's a pair of new socks,'' Harry grinned, thinking back of his first year, where he'd heard a similar line from Dumbledore. Such a different situation it had been though. That had been a time where he'd still believed that Dumbledore held all the answers and had only good intentions in mind. Narcissa threw him an odd look at his comment, but she didn't reply on it, figuring it was an inside joke. Marvolo, however, was not so silent.
And here I had just put the old fool out of mind. Somehow I doubt he really saw socks in that mirror, you know.
Yeah, probably. But I'll never find out, will I? I never knew enough about Dumbledore to know what he actually wanted. I am actually looking forward to reading Skeeter's book about him. Even though we saw all his memories, those were from an outside perspective, so what he was actually thinking during those situations still beats me. And thereby, there were so many that I have a hard time recalling any particular memories. They weren't even all his...
Well, he did have many family problems. He seemed to have gotten quite the shock with his sister. If you ask me, it was her he saw in that mirror, Marvolo commented thoughtfully. Not that I'm an expert on family emotions.
Really? Who would've guessed?
Funny. Now, don't let Narcissa wait much longer. It's about time to end the session anyways, I have some other things to do.
Harry gave him an absent nod and gathered his materials, handing the drawing over to Narcissa. ''I'll find a spot on the wall for it,'' she said. ''Anything else you'd like to discuss?''
''Not right now... have some things to think about after this... Besides, I also have stuff to do. I'll be going away to Hogwarts for a while, to visit some friends and see if any progress is being made by our allies and followers there, so I guess the therapy will have to be put on hold again until I'm back. Will have a lot to talk about after though, I'm sure.''
''To Hogwarts?'' Narcissa asked, an oddly excited tone in her voice. ''Could you... well, it's been hard to reach Draco as post is checked and they would never let my post through as I'm a known follower of the Dark Lord... Do you think you could take a letter...''
''Oh!'' Harry said, surprised, wondering why he hadn't thought of that before. Many Death Eaters had not been able to contact their children, having to hope that they were all doing well, hanging on to the reports of the spies at Hogwarts that ensured their children's safety. Surely many of them would want to get a word of support out to their family. ''Oh, of course! Do you know of anyone else who would want me to take a letter as well? It really wouldn't be a problem to take a few, as long as there are no spells on it or magical items in. I don't really have time to ask everyone personally because I need to prepare, but if you could spread the word around, then I can take some messages when I leave.''
''Of course, I know that for example the Nott family and Ms Zabini would be absolutely delighted. When are you leaving exactly?''
''Had hoped for the day after tomorrow. I don't need to take much, and only one person is coming with me, so there's not much to prepare.''
''I'll go make some floo calls,'' With rushing skirt, Narcissa strode through the room, her steps a lot quicker and lighter than Harry was used to. Despite his dislike for Draco, it was heartwarming to see how much the Malfoys cared about their son. Lucius was also always suddenly distracted when the topic of Draco came up, and went into proud rants that could last up to twenty minutes. It had been very handy for Harry when receiving rather boring lessons from Lucius. Everything was better than dusty etiquette, even talking about Draco.
''We'll be off then, Narcissa. Lovely to have been graced with your presence,'' Marvolo smoothly said, kissing the back of her hand. the woman sank down in a graceful curtsy.
''Likewise, my Lord. I hope that my treating of Harry is acceptable.'' she said, her head still bowed, hands folded loosely in front of her. It made Harry think of an angel statue that one would see on graveyards, made of polished marble.
''It is indeed. It sounds like it will benefit him to continue these sessions.''
I didn't realise you wanted to judge them, just watch, Harry grumbled.
Which was indeed my intention, but it never hurts to praise when followers do a good job. I find it makes them more motivated.
Oh, that was praise? the teen said, amused now. Sorry for not realising.
Shush you. ''I shall see you again soon, Narcissa. And remind Lucius to report to me tomorrow.''
''Of course my Lord. Goodbye Harry.''
Harry gave a vague wave and walked out of the room with his love.
''Thank you for coming. Not sure if it helped or not though, you were a bit ominous.''
''I'm always ominous. I expected you to be used to that by now.''
''True, but in a therapy-setting, it's a bit unsettling to have someone watching you like a hawk.. I don't know. Still thankful that you spent your time on it, of course, but...''
''I understand, you prefer to go alone again from now. I can see why... if I ever would have had therapy, I doubt I would have wanted someone else in the room with me. Just let me know if you're ever in trouble or need help and I'll come when I can. I may not always be the most romantic person, but you can rely on me for protection, Harry.''
''I'm not sure if I want protection per se.. but aid would be nice. I want to be able to take care of myself without relying on you, but if I stumble across something I can't handle alone... I know who to go to.''
''Good.'' Rare wrinkles appeared in the corners of Marvolo's eyes and his hand hovered over Harry shoulder as if unsure whether to place it on or not. In response, the teen slid closer and leaned against the man.
''Let's go home okay? I have to talk to Ron and pack. You can help me sort things out.''
''I'll pass on that one. I need to go to the library and get the old book of Law Enforcement. I was reminded recently of a sub clause in the regulation of underage magic that I want to scrap. It deals with underage wizards and witches not able to perform magic near Muggles, even if these Muggles are related to the magician in question. While magic is free now, I still can't allow underage individuals to use magic when they please out of school'' -Harry coughed nervously- ''So they will need to be in the presence of a parent or guardian. Muggles should be included in that in my opinion as they need to learn how to deal with magic as well, and can encourage their children better. Also, in cases of abuse, the magician can defend themselves against their parents or guardians.''
''You don't think that will be misused? For magical people to use their powers on siblings or parents to terrorise them?'' Harry asked, concerned. ''I mean, I would have loved to practise magic on the Dursleys sometimes and hex them, but in retrospect that would not have been a good idea.''
''The Dursleys are the perfect example why it should be allowed. Remember Harry, magicians are better than Muggles, and will guide the rest of the world towards a better world. Even as children, mages should not be held back from developing themselves, doing homework, and realising their full potential.''
''I suppose.. Just make sure that there will be safeguards in place for the Muggles too, otherwise you'll get a backlash.''
''I already have people working on that... Places for Muggles with magical family members to receive information and counseling. Actually a suggestion of Narcissa, also a reason why I wanted to be here today, to see if she really knows what she is talking about. I was satisfied with the results.''
''I knew you had to have an ulterior motive,'' Harry grinned. ''Very well. I look forward to see how everything turns out.''
''Good,'' the man said as they entered the hallway and walked towards the large fireplace. Marvolo gave Harry a pinch of Floo powder, and the teen hesitantly stepped in the flames, shouting the name of the manor to return home.
The wineglass resonated, producing a shrill sound as a weathered finger trailed the edge, going round and round. Parchment pages were flipped next to it, cracking in the dry air. The sound abruptly stopped as Sirius sat back in his chair, heaving a sigh and lifting up the book he'd been reading, a book he absolutely detested. Gold shimmered on the cover, forming the letters ' Toujours Pur'. He had hoped to never see it again, but sadly it was full of information that was useful in his current situation. It held a list of all related family members and 'pure' families, people who could be very useful. Or very dangerous if they didn't get what they wanted, which was usually either recognition, power or money. So very predictable. Sirius was already sick of the environment he was in, the power plays and false politeness, passive aggression behind closed doors.
It wasn't as if he had much of a choice though. He was Minister of Magic now, and held all the responsibilities that came with the title. More even, because no Minister before him had had to work closely together with the Muggle government, or clean up a war that touched all of Britain, Muggle part included. And Harry had been right in that Sirius was one of the few people who knew how to deal with it, whether he liked it or not.
Speaking of Harry, he still hadn't been able to read his godson's letter. It had arrived this morning, but he'd had too much to do, only taken care of Hedwig a bit and then sent her away again, putting the letter in one of his desk's drawers before continuing what he'd been doing: checking the most recent reform, which lifted the ban on blood magic as long as it was used for healing purposes. In time, he knew, the list would expand under pressure of Voldemort, but healing was as far as he went with that for now. It would help out St Mungo's, but it was still a branch of magic that could be fatal if used incorrectly.
Rummaging through the drawers, he pulled out the envelope. There was no address, not even a name. Instead, Harry had drawn a small paw print where the address should have been. Smiling, Sirius pulled the letter out and unfolded it.
Dear Snuffles,
I hope you're doing well. I haven't heard anything from you in a while, so I guess you're busy. I'm not getting much information about the Ministry because I asked not to be involved too much anymore, but from the bits I did hear, you're in over your head. I'm busy too, but with different things.
Quidditch is going real well, the team is fantastic and learned to work with each other much better since some members were replaced. Apparently one of the Chasers - who couldn't play very well himself actually- kept harassing another Chaser, Emilie, and as such they also clashed in the field. The keeper has also been replaced. It's a shame that Ron already has a job now, because I think he'd have died of happiness if he could play for the Cannons, but Jared Grast is also a good Keeper, and a wonderful team player. Very glad I hired him, he lifts the spirits of the rest of the team.
Other than Quidditch I've been on a trip to Peru with Marvolo. It was fantastic, very interesting, although a bit too luxurious for my taste. Can't really see him in a normal B&B though. That would be a sight... Currently I'm planning a trip to Hogwarts. By the time you get this letter I might already be there, or am just about to leave. I'll be using the good old routes that you and the rest found, of course. Now the map can be dusted off and used for mischief again. Really can't wait to see the rest of my friends. Also have to interact with some Slytherins, sadly. Never did like any of the clique at Hogwarts, but their parents are worrying so I'm bringing letters. Picking those up tomorrow right before I go.
Would really love to see you again. Maybe when I'm back and you're less busy? Maybe we can visit Moony together? I bet he'd love to see some familiar faces. Also not quite sure how much news they get over there. By the way, quick question from Charlie Weasley: do you know what Percy is doing? he should work in the Ministry but his family hasn't heard from him since last summer when he got into a fight with their parents. His brothers are worried.
Oh, and please send a reply with a different owl than Hedwig. She won't like it, but she'd be too easily spotted when flying around Hogwarts. I don't want to arise suspicion.
Take care,
Harry
Sirius smiled and read the letter over and over. It always made his day better when reading one of Harry's letters. He kept all of them stacked away, and occasionally flipped through them. That stack was one of the few things he'd already moved to his new office. Getting up, he walked towards the window and stared down on Muggle London.
The Ministry of Magic was still there, hidden underground, but only the departments that purely dealt with the magical community had stayed behind, such as the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, the Department of Magical Transportation and the Department of Mysteries. Other departments, such as Law enforcement, International cooperation, and even the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes all had to deal with Muggles too now, and had moved to a new building in the heart of London, out in the open.
He still didn't know if it had been the best decision. It was certainly easier, as it was hard for Muggles to access the Ministry of Magic. The only way in that wasn't through floo or apparition, was the visitor's entrance in the phone box, but that had many protection spells on it to make Muggles unaware of it. They could only come in if a magician went with them and led them through the barriers. If those wards had all been dismantled, Muggles would have been able to visit more easily, but it would also be a security leak for anti-magic sympathizers to take advantage of.
A knock on the door made him turn around and quickly walk to his desk to put the letter down. ''Come in,'' he called, sitting down. His assistant entered, a man in his early twenties who always looked a bit nervous, but was reliable through and through. Cyran had previously worked as an intern at administration, and he'd made a good impression on Sirius when he needed a stack of forms filled out. After a few conversations with the guy, Sirius had promoted him, instantly followed by Cyran nearly having a heart attack of happiness. Percy Weasley, who had previously served as Junior Assisstant to Fudge before the man's death, had not been too pleased with someone else taking over his newly-aquired position so soon. However, Sirius did not trust Percy completely. He had rather extremist views when it came to the Ministry, thinking the Ministry always did what was best for the people, and that the end justified the means. For someone who had hated Dumbledore so much that he'd turned his back on his own family, Percy had surprisingly similar views.
Instead, Sirius had given Percy a position again at the Department of International Cooperation, where he'd worked before as well. It was lower than his previous job, but important enough to keep him happy for now. In the meantime Jim Millicer, who was the Head of the department and an old friend of Lupin, kept an eye on him for Sirius and reported any trouble. Sirius wasn't surprised that Percy hadn't contacted his family again. From what he'd heard, there had been very heated discussions, and the man wanted to desperately stay neutral. His parents as well as his brothers had chosen a side. Shame for Percy that the Ministry wasn't exactly neutral either, no matter what he believed.
''Minister,'' Cyran spoke. ''The Italian Minister is here to talk about the refugees coming from Italy.''
''Ah, right... he's a bit early isn't he? Tell him to wait five minutes more before letting him in. I need to gather my notes on that.''
With a nod, Cyran went out again, followed by a stream of upset voices. It appeared that the Italian Minister didn't like to be kept waiting. This was going to be a drag. A few seconds later, when Sirius had the maps he needed in his hands, a loud bang sounded, with nothing but silence after. It was good to know that Cyran could even handle hotheaded politicians. He made a note to raise the man's salary.
''Let's go?''
''Let's,'' Harry answered Ron's enthusiastic question.
It had taken them slightly longer to prepare than anticipated, a day longer to be exact. Ron still had to take care of some plans and instructed two of the younger Death Eaters to handle them further, which had taken some time, considering one of them was Marcus Flint, former Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team. To be honest, Harry wasn't sure why he'd been chosen as a strategist. His strategy in the team had been brute force and foul play, and he was a bit thick-headed in Harry's opinion. According to Ron, he was more intelligent than he looked but just liked violence and cheating.
One other problem had been Shay, who refused to let him go to Hogwarts without a bodyguard, despite the knowledge that another assassin was there, and a few of the teachers were on their side. It posed a problem because the invisibility cloak was not big enough for three people to fit under, especially since Ron had had his growth spurts in fourth year. The only luck was that the Muggles in the assassin's guild, like Shay, had been trained to see through anti-Muggle spells and barriers. As such, there would be no problem for her with the anti-muggle measurements that had been taken with Hogwarts either.
In the end, Harry had practiced the Disillusionment spell, which made her hard to see as well. He'd have to trust her other skills in keeping a low profile to not be seen, because leaving her behind had been out of the question. He'd also had the idea to summon her by the mark he'd given her, but the spell had never worked too well, like he'd seen in the battle of London. Combined with Hogwart's anti-apparition wards, he had no idea how high the chance of success was on that.
Harry had gathered the letters from worried family member of students this morning, and had said his goodbyes to Marvolo as well. Yesterday he'd received a package from the Weasley twins, with all sorts of handy items for free that might help him.
Ron and he stepped out into the garden. It was already mid-May, and several House-elves were working in the flower beds that were in full bloom, a heavy scent perfuming the air. There was no-one available who had the time and skill to apparate three people near Hogwarts, so they had to take the long-way round and take Muggle transportation. Shay couldn't fly as brooms didn't work with her, there was no safe fireplace in Hogsmeade and the Knight's bus was out of order as both Stan Shunpike and Ernie had supported the Light side openly.
Ron had protested heavily as first, but slowly warmed up to the idea when Harry explained it was just like taking the Hogwarts-express. Also, no-one would be able to say anything now if they used magic, because that would go against the regime. A regular taxi was waiting for them, reminding Harry of when he and the Weasleys had taken taxi's to get to King's cross right before the start of his fourth year. The driver, who was looking around in confusion, jumped as the three people walked out of the gate and the wards. To him it must have looked as if they appeared out of thin air.
Harry had decided not to pack too much. They couldn't exactly stay hidden with heavy trunks or pets with them, so he had a few essentials of clothing, money, food and hygiene products in a small rucksack. Ron had even less with him. Only Shay had two bags, but Harry tried to not look at them, as when he'd asked about it, she had loudly and clearly annoyed declared that she was on her period and needed pads with her because she disliked tampons up her.. well. She'd used colourful language that Harry wasn't prepared for, being a guy, gay and not having the slightest clue what women all needed to do.
''Where did you...'' the taxi driver asked, his words dying as Ron used his wand to open the door.
''Lazy-ass'' Harry joked, opening the other by hand. ''You're just using that because Hermione taught us that one.''
''That's not true!'' Ron exclaimed, but his ears reddened nonetheless.
''To King's Cross please,'' Harry spoke. He had decided that taking the train from there was easiest, as a taxi all the way to Scotland would be far too expensive for Ron -who of course didn't want to accept Harry's money again-.
''You're magical,'' the driver said, sounding slightly hesitant.
''They are,'' Shay answered him, pointing at both Harry and Ron with her thumbs. ''I'm not, but I'm still the most dangerous one, so watch it. Also the adult here.''
The driver instantly smiled giddily, not a reaction any of them had expected. ''Don't understand me wrong, I've been reading the news with delight! I think it's absolutely wonderful. My wife was ill from that virus that broke out all through Europe, and it was only thanks to those wonderful people at the magical hospital that she was cured!'' All three of them gave a painful smile, knowing that it had been Marvolo who had released the disease in the first place to better the image of magic when it was miraculously cured after.
''Glad to meet a supporter,'' Harry finally said.
''Hey, weren't you in the Prophet as well?'' the man said, narrowing his eyes. ''Quidditch keeper of the Cannons? I love sports, and suddenly getting a whole new one in the country is absolutely fascinating! I still haven't gotten all details down... What are those black balls made of? They can't really break people's bones right? Also a damn shame there are no games on television, but the newspapers had quite some good shots!''
And so, the trip turned into a far more pleasant one than expected, as Harry and Ron enthusiastically explained all the ins and outs of Quidditch. It was a shame that the ride only took one and a half hour. The driver, whose name also turned out to be Stan -which Harry found quite ironic- gave them his address so they could visit sometime. The teen didn't know yet if he'd actually take up that offer, but it was a nice gesture.
At King's cross, Harry unfolded the map he'd prepared. Hogsmeade was unplottable, but with a bit of common sense and other spell work, Marvolo had been able to pinpoint the general location. The main clue had been the fact that Hogsmeade was almost always snowy, with the exception of high summer. There were very few places, even in the Scottish highlands, that were above the snow line. From there, they'd followed the weather patterns and magic surges.
It was still hard to get to, but considering that Sirius had reached Hogsmeade without any form of traffic, only using his Animagus form, it was going to be easy for them. They could take the train to Inverness, and were then another hour away by bus or taxi from the Muggle village closest to Hogsmeade, Muchraghd. From there, they'd have to walk and do some mountain climbing, but it wasn't impossible to reach by foot.
They got an unpleasant surprise when finding out that the train to Inverness did not leave from King's Cross at all, but from London Euston, so they had to get the tube to that first. Ron had some problems with the ticket machines on the station, earning a few frightened and curious stares from Muggles when he drew his wand again and hammered it on the machine until Harry intervened and helped him. At long last, they sat in the right train on their way to Edinburgh, where they had to switch for the last time. They quickly dived on a four-seat place with a table where they stalled out their lunch. Ron discovered that Harry's backpack had been bigger while his friend had thought of bringing some games like exploding snap, which gave the Muggles next to them quite a stare.
It was unfortunate that he hadn't been able to bring his wizard chess set, but that one had really been too large. A few snacks had fit though, and the whole train probably heard Ron's outcry of happiness when in a chocolate frog he finally found the only card that had missed from his deck since he'd started collecting: Agrippa. Harry still remembered that Ron had told him about that when they were on the Hogwarts express together for the first time. The other card Ron hadn't had yet at that time had been Ptolemy, but he'd found that one in third year, when he'd bought a large amount of chocolate frogs at Honeydukes. Shay was very interested in the cards too, and when both Ron and Harry discovered that they had all of the other cards in the frogs, Shay happily took those as a start of her own collection.
It was really great to be together with Ron like this again, bringing back the old feeling of camaraderie, except this time with Shay instead of Hermione. And while Harry loved to have Hermione with them, she could be annoying at times. Shay, on the other hand, was just... cool. It was that same feeling he'd had when meeting Bill for the first time, another person who couldn't be described any other way. The only negative points about Shay were that she was quite sensitive about some jokes and didn't like to talk about personal matters. Well, and she had a crazy streak that vaguely reminded of Bellatrix sometimes. Not as extreme, but Harry would not like to be her enemy. The knives that always hung from her belt were too sharp and quickly-drawn.
By the time they got to Edinburgh, it was already quite late, and they had missed the last train to Inverness. Having no real other transport, they decided to stay over at a local B&B. They were very thankful that Shay was an adult, because they would not have been able to get a room on their own anyways. The owner of the B&B still looked quite suspicious, because while the woman was of age, she was too young to realistically be the mother of two teens. When Shay got one room and Harry and Ron another though, the owner appeared to be alright with it and didn't ask any further questions. Shay found the whole situation hilarious and kept making jokes about how she still wasn't as old as Harry's real lover. Ron tried to keep out of the situations and studied the phones on the room, asking Harry to show him again how to actually speak into them.
Exhausted, Harry finally rolled on his bed, only his shoes removed, and drifted off to sleep.
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