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A/N: Italics mean letters and articles.
Greengrass Manor
Clyde was running down the stairs hoping that everything was okay. It was Sirius that had called everyone down to the cell they had chosen to use for this experiment. When they arrived down in the old holding area; the collected group found Sirius checking Remus' pulse, and for a split second Clyde though that everything had gone pear-shaped. When Sirius started laughing hysterically, he knew that everything was okay. Sirius was just pointing down at Remus when it hit the others that man had fainted.
"Sirius, that isn't very nice," Irene scolded as Remus regained consciousness.
"Sorry, love, but this is just so unlike him, it's funny." Sirius wiped a tear from his eyes.
"Sure it is, you old flea-bitten mongrel," Remus said with a smile crawling across his face. "It worked…"
"Well, thank you for the observation, Captain Obvious… ouch!" Sirius said as Irene smacked him upside the back of his head.
Everyone else laughed at Sirius' expense.
"Well, at least we have good news to write to the kids about," Martha noted.
"Yes, we do," Clyde agreed as he kissed his wife on the lips.
Great Hall
Harry had not gotten much sleep last night. He had been too worried about Remus and the modified Wolfsbane potion. His betrothed was rubbing his back telling him not to worry about that; the potion would do its job, and that they would have something to celebrate when they returned home for the summer break…aside from the release of the torturous lessons they were receiving from Lockhart. Harry would have loved to cut the man from the staff roster, but the contract the ponce had the old codger signed bound the school itself to hold him until the end of term.
The acting Headmistress was keeping a close eye on this fool of a man. She did not trust (nor did Harry) this man's fascination with his own fame. The fact that Dumbledore had the audacity to sign the contract in blood to the school was aggravating. Now the only way to fire him was if he broke the law. And the way some of the girls were fawning over him Harry prayed (for the girls' sake) that the man wasn't dumb enough to pull what those boys last term tried to do.
The hooting of owls snapped him out of his darker thoughts. The sight of the Greengrass family owl brought a smile to his face. The words on the note addressed to him made his smile nearly blind people.
It worked!
Love,
Aunt Martha
"It worked!" Harry said to his friends.
Tracey swallowed her sausage and eggs before asking. "So he is cured?"
"Yes, and we have enough to truly cure sixty people, but after that others will only have the normal Wolfsbane. So I was thinking of putting out an article." Harry said with a smile on his face.
"What will you tell people?" Hermione asked.
"Just that Nicolas Flamel did this as a reward for saving the stone, and this proves it is just a disease." He took out a quill, ink, and some parchment. "Also, I think it prudent to try to reverse those laws blocking people with the disease from getting jobs, so long as they sign a waiver saying they will be in a safe house during the full moon if they are not one of the sixty who get the cure."
"That almost sounds like segregation Harry," Hermione said with a frown.
"I know, but this is just a rough idea. With Remus' help, Clyde, Irene, and I can work out the final details of the law." After finishing the letter he handed the letter to the waiting owl. "Get this to Uncle Clyde, okay?"
The owl nodded its understanding before taking off.
Headmistress Office
Minerva sat behind the desk going over paperwork. She had found several complaint forms hidden in one of the drawers of the desk; all complaining about Professor Snape's teaching methods. She would make sure that Lord Peverell-Potter saw them. She knew that Dumbledore had been doing everything in his power to protect the greasy-headed potions master. Severus could do no wrong in that old fool's eyes. The fact that only one in ten of Snape's N.E.W.T. class graduated said a lot of things for his teaching methods, but Albus wouldn't hear it. Maybe now that Albus was out the way, she could place him on probation and see if his teaching methods improved. She knew that six months was not a lot of time to get changes pushed through, but with Lord Peverell-Potter suspending the board of governors all she had to do was pass the changes through him.
DADA
Harry was being held down by not only Daphne, but Tracey as well. He wanted to hex this guy's hair off. Who the hell did he think he was? Harry could clearly see from the way he was teaching that he had no idea what he was talking about. Seriously, giving them a quiz on his trials and accomplishments? Harry swore, as soon as Albus got out of Azkaban, he was going to be fired on the spot for employing this dunderhead . The fact that half the class was in a state of awe infuriated him even more. Couldn't they all see he was fraud? Harry swore if this guy was still teaching next year, then he would hire Uncle Moony as a private tutor for him, Daphne, Tracey and Hermione. Harry was pulled from his thoughts by the blonde idiot pulling out a covered cage from behind his desk. Harry hoped there was something in there that could kill the useless moron.
"Now, class, I don't want you to be afraid. While I am here, nothing can harm you in this room. However, when I remove the cover, I ask for you to be very still, as any movement may provoke them."
Harry nearly fell off his chair laughing at what was under the cover. Cornish Pixies! Only thing dangerous about them were their annoying habit of playing pranks on people. Was this guy serious? Harry stood up and packed his bag. He was not going to listen to this moron one second more. Everyone in the class turned to see him walk to the door.
"Mr Potter, where do you think you are going?"
Harry's eyes flashed, and he turned to face the overdressed moron. "Firstly, Lockhart, I am Lord Hogwarts within these walls, and you will address me as such. Secondly, I find your teaching a complete joke. In fact, I think you're a complete fraud and would rather spend my galleons on hiring a private tutor for this subject than having to listen to you. You're just lucky Albus had you down on contract before I issued the new rules. Otherwise, you would have to take an entrance exam; proving that you knew the stuff you were going to be teaching. From this very first lesson, I can see you have no clue. Now, if you'll excuse me I have an owl to send so that I can employ a private tutor for the rest of this year."
Just as Harry had finished, several other students packed their things away including Daphne and Tracey. Hermione, however didn't move and carried on listening. The small group followed Harry towards the school library, so they could talk about what they were going to do for the next couple of months.
Malfoy Manor
Lucius had decided to gather a few of the old crowd to see what they could do to try and stop the Potter brat from destroying everything they had worked for. They all sat around the table in the dining room.
"Potter must be stopped. He is destroying our world piece by piece. Taking down the so called Lord of the Light is one thing, but handing his titles over to a muggleborn is totally unacceptable!" Lucius ranted pounding his fist on the table.
Lord Parkinson huffed, "What do you expect us to do, Lucius? The kid's untouchable. Or did you not read the latest edition of the Prophet? He is the head of two Noble and Ancient houses, plus heir to the Founders. Not to mention, he has been named the Black heir as well. Also, the fact he has the Greengrass, Longbottom, and Bones families on his side. Makes him a formidable force to mess with. I don't like it, Lucius, but our hands are tied. I suggest we keep our heads down and try fighting him where we can through the Wizengamot."
The rest of the group nodded in agreement, which infuriated Lucius more. How could a room of fully grown men be scared of some kid? True, the brat was powerful, but he was also young and inexperienced. Lucius still hadn't forgiven him for his humiliation in the Great Hall, and vowed he would make him regret crossing the house of Malfoy. However, at that very moment, he had no idea that the house of Malfoy was about to take a heavy hit financially.
Gringotts
Sirius sat down in front of his account manager, with an evil grin adorning his face. "Fangtooth, I wish to dissolve the marriages of Malfoy and Lestrange. My cousin has suffered for too long under that bastard's hands. As for Bella, I want her disowned from the family as soon as her marriage is dissolved. Also, I want Andromeda Tonks and her family reinstated."
Fangtooth grinned as he removed several sheets of parchment from his desk, which he placed in front of Lord Black.
"Just sign these, and everything will be taken care of. I assume you want all debts called in from both families?"
Sirius looked up after signing the paperwork and grinned. "Yes, with interest. Let's see how Luci-boy handles losing half his fortune. Oh, and as Malfoy Manor is one of the Black homes, I want it vacated and cleaned out."
Fangtooth stood up and bowed. "Lord Black, it will be done. Is there anything else I can help you with?"
Sirius shook his head and stood up. "No, Fangtooth. Please inform me as soon as the two marriages have been dissolved. Now, if you'll excuse me, I would like to be escorted to my vault to take a look at the lovely jewellery available for my future Lady Black." The man winked as he exited the office.
Greengrass Manor
Remus was sitting in the garden when an owl dropped a letter off onto his lap. Remus opened it and read.
Dear Uncle Moony.
I am so happy to hear that you do not have your furry little problem anymore. However, I am writing to ask if you would consider a position as a private tutor teaching a select group DADA, as the professor we have now has no clue about the stuff he is teaching. Wages are not an issue and accommodation will be provided at Hogwarts. If you're interested, please send a reply back.
Hope you are enjoying your new bit of health, and look forward to hearing from you.
Harry and Daphne
Remus smiled. In truth, he had been getting extremely bored sitting around the manor all day. He picked up a quill and started to pen his reply.
A few weeks later in Azkaban
Albus was pacing around in his cell. He did not like it here. Sure, that was the point of a prison, but this was uncalled for. He had defeated Grindelwald, claimed master of the foul Elder wand, and had helped halt Voldemort's assault on the Magical Britian! He deserved better than this! This was all Potter's fault, and that meddlesome entity Death. If they had gone along with his plans; things would work out perfectly for everyone!
Just thinking about what those two had done over the course of the last ten years and four months of his life made his blood boil. His seat on the Wizengamot stripped, Chief Warlock status taken, no longer Supreme Mugwump, and worst of all the alteration of his chocolate frog card! Honestly, did people really have to read about his "descent into darkness"?
A banging on the cell door caused Albus to focus on the here and now. Standing at the door was Auror Tonks.
"I hope my cousin's cell is treating you well." A smile crossed her face. "Hey, look I am a poet and didn't even know it." She chuckled a little at her small word pun.
"Very cute, Auror Tonks, but is there a reason you're here?" Albus asked coarsely.
"Yes, there is, you crotchety old man." She handed him a rolled up paper. "This article was written a week or so ago. We were in two minds to let you see it. However, when we realized that you couldn't do anything to stop if you tried." Tonks said with a smile.
And with that, she walked away. Albus quickly looked through the paper.
BOY-WHO-LIVED REVALS FLAMEL'S LAST GIFT!
By James McNamara
On Monday this reporter was asked to be at St. Mungo's by Lord Clyde Greengrass; along with thirteen other international reporters in the early morning hours. Lord Greengrass showed up at St. Mungo's with sixty vials of modified Wolfsbane courtesy of the late Nicolas Flamel! Lord Greengrass stated these were gifts from the late noted alchemist to Lord Potter for his assistance in rescuing the Philosopher's Stone from the hands of former Chief Warlock and Supreme Mugwump, Albus Dumbledore. Lord Greengrass would not go into detail how this was done, but he said that the former Leader of the Light was putting it in danger.
Once Flamel had learned of the plight of a friend of the late Lord James Potter, he offered to cure him. They did not reveal this person's name, but they said he had been afflicted with the disease since early childhood. According to Lord Greengrass, Flamel had given them a number of potions before departing with his wife, Perenelle over the Christmas holiday.
When asked how many doses it took to cure the disease, Lord Greengrass' response stunned this reporter. "Mr McNamara, the afflicted need only drink one dose of this potion to be cured."
Due to a small amount of the new potion being available, it is reported that those who are children and have the disease will be treated first. When asked why this was, Lord Greengrass had this to say. "These young witches and wizards are the future of our great world. They should be able to attend school, and do everything any other child is allowed to do. With this cure they won't have to worry about being seen as outcasts in our world anymore."
At present, 15 families have already made inquiries on the new potion. St Mungo's has already confirmed that these 15 families will be the first to receive the new potion. Each child will be kept under observation until the next full moon. If the cure proves successful then one must ask: why have the Flamels kept this secret so long?
Albus threw down the paper in disgust. He should be the one being praised! If only he had done that instead of hide it right away.
"Damn you, Nicolas!"
A/N: Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Again a big thank you to my Beta and proof-reader. HowlnMadHowie, who without I could not continue this great story.