A/N: I'm happy for every feedback and constructive criticism but I will not respect straight out hate or trolls in the comments.

Dixie.f.9: That it can :D

AnnElfwind: Sorry! You will have to wait a bit longer. Where do you believe the wands came from?

ThePhoenixandtheDragon: WOW! Such a long review! I am with you there - I fully believe that Severus gave as good as he got during school. Edgar Bones? Who is that? Haha yeah Lucius will be rewarded in some way ;) Interesting theory on the wands!

randomplotbunny: After everything is done nobody will even remember who Dumbledore was ;) I'm pretty sure there will be a new headmaster but I don't think it will be Severus. ;)

Most of you want Dumbledore prosecuted by both goblins and the Ministry. You will all have to wait a few more days (in the fic) to find out!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling - I just played a bit in her universe.

Thanks to miu-sama95 for prereading, betaing and helping with the storyline ;)

Chapter 30: Headmasters, Goblins and Godfathers

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It was a perfectly normal morning in a perfectly normal street in a perfectly normal town. As it was usual, normal people were just getting ready for their perfectly normal day. Fathers were getting ready to go to their perfectly normal office jobs, mothers were making a normal english breakfast while planning their perfectly normal day while kids slept in, enjoying their first week of summer holiday. Everything was perfectly normal until a soft pop disturbed the neighborhood.

Albus Dumbledore had arrived at the little park at the end of Privet Drive and was making his way to the Dursley's residence at number 3, Privet Drive. He didn't care for stupid muggle attire so he forewent it today, choosing to stride down the street in his bright purple robes that were adorned with stars and moons.

Albus was the Supreme Mugwump of the IWC - no one would dare to accuse him of breaking the Statute of Secrecy and muggles were dumb enough that they wouldn't even notice his clothes anyway.

As he reached the edge of the property he tried to feel the wards again, hoping that he had just been too exhausted yesterday night but there was nothing that would indicate even the tiniest amount of magic had been cast here (except for his own spells).

Albus strolled up to the front door and put his grandfatherly mask on before he knocked. Straight away he could hear footsteps coming from the back of the house. Once the door opened he found himself face to face with the horse faced woman that was the brat's aunt.

"Yes?" She asked with a smile but once she saw his appearance she sneered. "We don't want your kind here!"

"Petunia, dear. I'm sure you know who I am. I just came by to check on Harry."

"Of course I know. You are that headmaster. Freak's not here so get lost."

Albus had to quickly move to block the door Petunia wanted to shove in his face.

"Maybe you should let me inside and explain to me why your ward is not here." He said with a succulent smile. "Before the neighbours see."

That got the expected reaction from the woman and she moved aside to let him into the hallway. Once he was inside she closed the door and turned on him.

"What do you want to know?"

"Where is Harry if he is not here? It is imperative that he stays here each summer."

"Why should I care? He never came here so we thought you finally kept him with your own lot. It's not my problem anymore."

"He is your nephew! Your own flesh and blood! Did you not pick him up from the station?" Albus asked surprised.

"That freak is no blood of mine!" The woman screeched. "We never wanted that thing in our home and we haven't picked it up since that first time. My Dudders had nightmares for weeks so we decided not to do it again. Now get out!"

"Pet? Who is it?" Came the voice of Vernon Dursley from the kitchen.

"One of the freaks. He is leaving NOW!"

"As you wish, Petunia. I am really sorry that you feel that way but rest assured that if anything has happened to Harry it will rest on your shoulders."

Petunia just snorted and opened the door in a clear indication for the headmaster to leave.

With a heavy sigh Albus walked out the door and disapparated straight away. There was nothing left here that could help him in any way.

He materialized in a park in the middle of London again and after stepping over to the other side of the street he waited for Grimmauld Place 12 to come into existence before entering the house.

"Sirius?" He called out, careful with his volume as to not awaken the portrait of Walburga Black.

"In the kitchen!" Came the muffled reply so he made his way there to find the last Black sitting at the table eating breakfast.

"What can I do for you, Albus?" Sirius asked overly cheerful. "Tea?"

"Please."

Albus sat down at the table while Sirius made a fresh pot of tea. The animagus used the time his back was turned towards the headmaster to get his poker face up. It took him longer than it used to but it was already easier than when he first got out of Azkaban.

Once tea was poured and both men were sitting down the older started his inquiry.

"When was the last time you heard from Harry?"
"Just last week. He wrote me after the Tournament finished to tell me he was alright. Why?"

"So he hasn't contacted you since?"

"No. What is the matter, Albus?"

"Did he indicate in any way that he would stay somewhere other than his relatives house this summer?"
"Albus?! What is going on? Where is Harry?!"

"Answer the question, please?"
"NO! He didn't talk about the summer at all. Now tell me where my godson is!"

Sirius voice got louder and while his face still displayed indifference his voice expressed his agitation quite well.

"I don't know. He-... "

"What do you mean you don't know!?" The animagus exploded.

"He never went back to his relatives. The wards fell yesterday night, notifying me of his absence and I have been looking for him ever since."

"You lost my godson! After you promised to keep him safe! Get out!"

"Now, now my boy. I'm sure there is no reason to worry and he is just staying with a classmate."

"I don't care! You lost my pup! GET OUT!"

Before Albus could say anything else to calm the man he found himself disposed outside the wards of Grimmauld Place. The house had thrown him out on his bum which hurt quite a bit now. With an angry huff the headmaster clambered back onto his feet and turned back to number 12 only to find it gone.

Albus stepped closer to where the house should be but it stayed hidden from him. This shouldn't be possible! He had been the one to cast the Fidelius Charm on the property last summer so Black could stay out of sight and out of his plans. Albus should be the only one able to see the house and know of its location now but it was gone.

Albus was pulled out of his thoughts by the happy screams of children in the park behind him and decided that he needed to quiet of his office and a firewhiskey to regroup. Without a backwards glance he apparated back to Hogwarts.

Unbeknownst to him the ancestral home of Sirius Black had long ago accepted him as the rightful Lord of the family. Thus the house had reacted to his outpour of magic, dumping Dumbledore outside and changing the wards. Grimmauld Place had been the Black's home for many years and their protections were some of the most fierce the Goblins had ever seen.

There had actually been no need for Albus to cast the Fidelius but Sirius let him because a Black never showed his hand early in the game. Not even a Gryffindor Black. Lord Black had known for a long time that it was the headmaster's fault that he never had a trial and was sent to Azkaban in the first place.

Sirius didn't know what kind of game the old fool was playing but he was for sure not going to go along with it this time. He played once and look where it got him.

Not far away but a bit later in the day a goblin sat back from his desk with a self satisfied smirk on his face. Griphook had been sifting through the Potter accounts since the family of Lords had left his office yesterday and he was finally done. Once more was he thankful not to be a mere wizard.

In comparison to them goblins had much better endurance. They only needed to sleep a few hours every few days so Griphook had actually worked through the night to gather all the evidence as fast as possible. In front of him was the fruit of his labour, a five centimetre thick folder full with incriminating evidence against the old goat that believed himself better than anyone.

Finally the goblins and all other creatures as well would get at least a bit of justice. For all his talking about integrating creatures into society he never lifted a finger to change anything.

With another evil smirk Griphook made copies of his findings before leaving his office. His first stop was at the goblin king's office where he left a copy with the secretary. Next he deposited one in the main Potter vault before dropping another in Lord Potter's magical mailing box. Last but not least he made his way personally to the Ministry. Goblins from Gringotts very seldom came here personally especially if it concerned bank business but Griphook felt it important to give all of his findings to Ms. Boned personally.

It took him some time but once he found the Lady he handed over the folder and told her where to find him before leaving again.

A slightly surprised Amelia went back to her office and started looking through the folder and what she found disturbed her greatly. She knew she would have to tread carefully with this but she promised herself to get justice for the boy.

Coming to a decision she quickly packed up what she needed and hurried out of her office. On her way through her department she picked up her two most loyal aurors that were surely not in Dumbledore's pocket.

'Kingsley! Tonks! With me!" She ordered, not even stopping to see if they would follow her.

She had a lot to do before the next Wizengamot meeting on Saturday where she planned to bring all of this forward.

The three wizards soon left the walls of the Ministry behind them and before either auror could start asking questions Amelia grabbed them both and side along apparated them into her home.

"I need an oath of secrecy from both of you." Was the first thing she said to them.

"Henry Prince - Slytherin! Get over here right now!" The Potions Master screamed once he was able to draw air into his lungs again.

"Uh - oh…" Harry mumbled when he heard his father's shout. He turned his broom around and when he looked at the adults he was surprised to see his Dad looking even paler than usual and his godfather didn't look much better. It made no sense to Harry that they would object to his flying since he had been doing it since his first year at Hogwarts. Why would it matter now?

Because someone cares now. A voice in his head nagged him. They care.

Harry landed in front of the older wizards since they had decided to get their feet on the ground again.

"What's up?" The teen asked.

"What's up?! You nearly killed yourself and you ask what is up?!" Severus exploded now that he had recovered from his near heart attack. "That was incredible foolish of you, Harry!"

"But Dad! I have been flying this manoeuvre since first year! This is nothing new for me."

"The flying may not be new but this is not your broom. This is a really old broom and you had no idea if it would hold!"

"What!? Sirius even checked them! Right, Sirius?"

"Pup. I only checked if they were flyable. That is not the same as being able to withstand these stunts. That was really dangerous."

"Since when are you on Dad's side?!" Harry was getting frustrated. He didn't understand why they were both so agitated. "Nothing happened!"

"But it could have, Snitch!" Severus finally admitted and before his son had a chance to reply he pulled him into a bone crushing hug and whispered into his son's ear. "I was so scared. Don't do that to me again."

Once Severus released him he was pulled into another hug by Sirius.

"Please only do these things on your good broom, pup."

"Alright, alright. I promise to only do the more daring stunts on my Firebolt."

"Thanks, son. What do you think of hot chocolate in front of the fireplace? I think I need it after that shock."

"Sounds great!" Sirius agreed with Severus (while shuddering on the inside) and together they pulled the teen away from the pitch.

Once back inside they found that the house elves had been very diligent. It looked a lot homier than it had done a few hours earlier and after a quick call to Pippy they were all relaxing in the family sitting room with big mugs of hot chocolate. Sirius and Severus had spiked their mugs with a shot of firewhiskey to settle their nerves.

They were all enjoying the quiet when Sirius suddenly remembered his early morning visitor.

"With all the excitement I nearly forgot to tell you!" He suddenly exclaimed, startling the other two out of their own thoughts.

"What did you forget, mutt?"

"Dombledork dropped by this morning looking for you, Harry."

"Interesting." Severus muttered. "Did he say why?"

"He didn't say much but I found out that the wards at Privet Drive must have fallen."

"There were wards?" Harry interrupted curiously.

"Of course! Why do you think you always had to go back there?" Sirius asked confused.

"Whenever I asked he just said that I was protected there through my mother's sacrifice."

"That deceiving old fool." Severus ranted. "They were blood wards. I researched them quite thoroughly this year and I found out that to sustain them there needs to be if not love at least acceptance in between the persons. Since your aunt never accepted you and you never saw that house as you home I bet they were pretty weak already. Your see this house as your home so the feeble wards left in Privet Drive lost their last power."

"Sounds plausible." The animagus agreed (again). "Anyway I got angry and the Black wards reacted and threw him out."

Harry couldn't contain his laughter once he saw the smug smirk on his godfather's face. He looked as if he had just pulled off a really good prank.

"Won't he be able to get back in?" The Potions Master asked curiously.

"Not a chance. The wards on Grimmauld Place are some of the strongest and most vicious the goblins have ever seen - or so they say. They only listen to who they feel is worthy of being the head of house."

"So they listen to you?" Harry asked.

"Yep. Actually they have listened to me for years. Even though my mother blasted me off the family tapestry the house of Black still accepted me and the wards shifted to me once my father died."

"Wait a second!" Severus interrupted. "You mean that the Black magic never accepted Walburga as head of the family?"

Sirius' self satisfied grin was answer enough but he still elaborated to give Harry a better understanding of family magic.

"Nope. Otherwise I would have been disowned for sure. She knew that the family's magic had chosen me over her and Regulus and she couldn't do or say a thing because I could have had her evicted in the matter of seconds without even going there. I never had the need to pick up the Lordship ring because the family magic already followed me."

"What do the rings have to do with family magic?" The teen was now utterly confused.

"Before the rings there was no easy way to declare an heir. Everyone in the next generation could be tie rightful heir. Even the nieces and nephews of the current Lord. The Lords decided to procure a Lordship ring that was infused with the family magic. Thus they were better connected to the magic itself but they also only had to educate their chosen heir. Usually that meant the firstborn son of the Lord would be trained and when he was deemed ready he would take over as the head of the family."

"Oh… So it is no problem that I only connected with the family magics through the rings? Although I don't feel much different than before."

"Son, I believe that the family magics had already deemed you as worthy years ago. Not only are you the last of each line but you are also very powerful." Severus carefully expressed his beliefs.

"Cool!" Was Harry's only comment and before they could discuss it any further the door opened and Marvolo looked in on them.

"Good evening everybody. Pippy just informed me that dinner is ready."

As if on cue Harry's stomach grumbled and they all laughed as they made their way to the table.

The four wizards spent an amicable evening together, first during dinner and also afterwards in the sitting room. Harry excitedly told Marvolo about the brooms and at hearing of his son's stunt he also paled drastically. In his mind he rethought his idea of letting Harry test all the brooms he had found.

When the teenager nodded off for the second time on Severus shoulder he decided it was time for his son to go to bed.

After unsuccessfully trying to wake the boy once again Severus gave up and simply stood up with his son in his arms. Even at 15 years Harry was still far too light. Marvolo still sent a featherlight charm at his son and was rewarded with a grateful smile from his husband.

Once Severus had left the room Sirius scrutinized the wizard in front of him intensely, the smile that had been present all evening had been replaced by the hard look of a pureblood. After a few minutes of uncomfortable staring he broke the silence.

"I know who you are."

"And who might that be?" Marvolo asked with a smirk.

"Voldemort. I don't know what you did or how you did it but I know it's you."

"You would be correct in your assumption. My alias is Lord Voldemort. But officially I am Lord Marvolo Cadmus Slytherin."

"I don't care. I don't want you near my godson." Sirius declared.

"Voldemort will never come near Harry, I promise. But I am Severus' husband which makes me his stepfather. He also agreed to be my heir."

Sirius wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug look from the other's face but he contained his anger.

"You better keep him away. Why would he agree to that?"

"We made a deal. I needed a heir that spoke Parsel and he wanted you free. Harry agreed to be my heir of I handed Pettigrew over to the Ministry."

"He WHAT?!"

"He made a very Slytherin deal. You should be proud of him. He saw the corner I was in and used it as best as he could. Pettigrew will be captured by aurors tomorrow night. I needed a bit of time to plan it all out."

It was quiet for a moment while Sirius processed all of this now information. Once it had registered that he would be a free man in a few days he couldn't keep the smile off his face.

"My genius pup!"

Marvolo handed him a glass of firewhiskey and held his own up to a toast.

"To Harry. Our snake in lion's clothing."

"To Harry." Sirius agreed before staring Marvolo down once last time. "If you ever hurt him you will wish you had never been born."

TBC

30 Chapters! Thank you all so much for your comments, faves and views! When I had the idea I never thought I would sit here writing chapter 30 with no end in sight!

Do you think Amelia will be able to pin Dumbledore down in a matter of days? Or will it take her longer?

First posted on: 15. October 2017

Next update planned: 29. October 2017