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"You aren't legally a Black!" yelled Sirius after her. Galatea turned quickly knocking her son to the ground.
"What did you just say to me?" shouted Galatea pulling her wand from its holster. Many people turned to watch, now this was the grand confrontation they were waiting for.
"I never married Margaretta. The slag just went and got up the duff with you." Said Sirius smugly. He was hit with an impedimenta jinx by Persephone before Galatea could do anything.
"Don't ever speak that way about my mother or my sister you-you bad person!" yelled Persephone. Galatea rolled her eyes as many people began to laugh. Sirius didn't want to hurt Persephone; she may have been a Pettigrew but she was still a child. Luckily people were coming to stop this. Verbal confrontation were fine but physical confrontations were crossing the line.
"Bad person? Honestly sister, that was the best you could think of?" asked Galatea. She looked over and Addie was talking some official looking people. Sirius crashed to the ground when the curse was removed.
"I'm not good under pressure, alright?" said Persephone sarcastically. Galatea trained her wand on Sirius as he attempted to get up. With the other hand she gave Persephone her shoulder bag.
"Show him the court papers." Said Galatea simply. The rage she felt was subsiding. She had to be calm because Timothy was watching. It was difficult sometimes restraining herself but she had a son to think about. He was very impressionable.
"You carry those around with you?" asked Portia as she broke away from her mother. Addie had gone to see them let out Peter and sort things out financially. That was quite a few galleons but there was more where that came from. She was going to have to get that solid gold toothbrush next year it looked like.
"I knew they'd come in handy one day." Said Galatea. Persephone handed them to Sirius and he read them quickly. The jest of it was that he was incarcerated, his brother and father were dead, and she was the last of the main line. It also helped that her mother was a Pettigrew and he suspected that she had done some sort of bribery to get Galatea this.
"I'll disown you!" said Sirius. Galatea looked like she wanted to shake the man senseless but Portia did it for her. Lucky, childless Portia.
"Shut up and get out of here before I shove my want so far up your arse that you spit dragon heartstring and yew." Said Portia as she tried to shake Sirius and simultaneously look around for her parents. Unfortunately the crowd had gotten rather thick.
"This is a joke." Said Sirius as he easily got her off of him. Portia kicked him in the shins and he had to remind himself that she was a child. Even if she did look like Peter and act like that crazy wife of his he had to be good, not hurt her, and get Harry.
"No, I'm quite serious." Said Galatea. Portia and Persephone began to snicker but were silenced with a look from Galatea.
"He's Sirius, mummy. You're Galatea." Said Timothy helpfully. Galatea chuckled and patted his hair. Sirius stared bewildered at that child. He looked even worse up close. Not that he had anything against half breeds.
"It's funny when he says it." Muttered Portia. Galatea was about to tell her that Timothy was a child and therefore everything he said was cute and funny but then Sirius Black chose to put both feet in his mouth.
"What the bloody hell is that?" said Sirius flicking timothy's long, pointed ear. Timothy batted his hand away as a hush descended over the room. Sirius had chosen to point out the elephant in the room and now he was gonna get stomped.
"My perfectly legitimate son." Said Galatea showing him he wedding ring. It was too jewel incrusted to be real but it was. Galatea hated it now. When she had selected it she had been going through an ostentatious, even for a Pettigrew, phase. Now it looked like she was trying to hard but she had never gotten around to getting a new one.
"No, I mean what is he?" asked Sirius. Now Galatea was getting mad again. A few people decided to take a step or two back. Insulting a woman's child, no matter how strange it looked, was never a good idea.
"You stared and asked before. Hell, you saw him throughout the entire trial. He's obviously part fey and my heir." Said Galatea showing him the heirs ring that was attached to Timothy's finger. It wouldn't come off until he either had headship of the house of Black, died, or was disowned. Galatea also showed her had ring which was also almost permanently attached. Good thing it was black onyx, it went with everything.
"I'm taking Harry Potter. I was named his guardian in James and Lily's will." Said Sirius getting off the subject of her son. That was a battle for another day. Harry and the rat came first. He'd get Harry back and they'd hunt the rat together. Harry knew all of Peter's hiding places, it would be easy.
"You will not." Said Galatea in the case closed sort of voice that only a mother could perfect. Sirius looked at her for a moment. This was his daughter but he felt nothing. Well, almost nothing. What he felt was a sort of annoyance for her. He hadn't seen nor thought of her in years so as far as he was concerned this was a strange woman, barely out of childhood if she was three in 1981 as the documents said, who was taking his god son away. And she was on Peter's side too. She was just as dark as the rest of his family.
"I will and you won't stand in my way you bastard." Said Sirius. Galatea paused for a moment and then did the thing a society woman was to do and slapped Sirius Black clear across the face.
"I see Peter and Addie. Portia, Persephone take your leave and get home. School starts for you soon and you need to prepare. Take Timothy with you, I have some legalities to discuss with my…genetic donor." Said Galatea. She grabbed Sirius by the arm and went to see her barrister. She needed to sort this out now. She needed to sort out where'd he'd live and how much access to her money he'd have. She decided that he could have the million galleons, money was an object but Harry was a dear friend and an unwanted admirer.
"Where are we going." Said Sirius not hurt that Galatea had called him a genetic donor instead of a father. Galatea ignored him and blew Timothy a kiss as he left the Ministry with the Pettigrews. She was going to miss the little guy even if it was for as few hours.
"Oh yes. My Crouch, a moment?" asked Galatea as she let go of Sirius and caught up with Barty Crouch.
"Yes?" said Barty Crouch not wanting to deal with these people. A Death Eater had walked because of the meddling incompetence of Albus Dumbledore which didn't put him in the best of moods and now the bastard head of the Back family was bothering him. Blood didn't matter to him that much but it was obvious from what he had seen that bribery was probably involved. He had never seen someone from an illegitimate union gain headship of a noble and ancient house just by getting married… and to a fey in the muggle world no less.
"Where is Harry Potter I will be collecting him before the day's end." Said Galatea attempting to sound friendly and pleasant. She could see that he was upset and she didn't blame him. Form what she had read he was very tough on anything he perceived as being dark after that fiasco with his son.
"He is at the Hogwarts infirmary under the watch of Albus Dumbledore. You'll have to speak to him about getting Harry out." Said Crouch as he left without a further word. Galatea shook her head. Of course, hide him away in some unplottable place until she gave in to Sirius Black's crazy demands. If he wanted Harry Potter then he'd get Harry Potter but on her terms.
"You will send word to Albus Dumbledore that you will be collecting Harry Potter and taking him to one of our ancestral homes until I can find more suitable lodgings for us." Said Galatea getting a piece of paper and a fountain pen out from her shoulder bag. Sirius Black looked at these things. Honestly, did the man expect her to carry around quills and bottles of ink everywhere?
"You're just giving me Harry?" asked Sirius Black. He wondered if the rumors about the Pettigrew family feeblemindedness were true. Galatea shook her head.
"You get me and my son as well. Don't argue this, it's the best you will get." Said Galatea forcing the paper and pen into his hands. A brilliant invention was sweeping Remordere; the anabaric talking machine. It was a telephone that ran on the magic safe if not expensive and unstable anabaric energy and could transport your voice to another place on Remordere. It had been around for a while but it was now affordable. She wondered why these wizards didn't have such inventions. Oh well, let them live in the middle ages.
"Alright." Said Sirius after a bit of thought. If he was near them he'd be near Peter and then he'd just have to catch him off guard and kill him. He wasn't going to be convicted so death would have to do. He wanted to use a dementor but he had no idea how to get his hands on one so he'd have to settle for tortured to death. Yes, torture would work. Galatea was happy that he had agreed without putting up a fight and she didn't even care why he was being so agreeable all of a sudden. She would have liked to keep them in a Pettigrew house but she had to keep Peter safe. She was saddened to leave them but all birds must learn to fly away at some point.
Harry thrashed as he came out from an artificial sleep. He had dreamt of a house with a raggedy man who stuck his tongue out a lot, a giant snake that ate a muggle gardener, and a demon baby. Must have been an absinthe flashback. Ok, muggle absinthe from now on. He got up and found that he was dressed and cleaned. His things were tiny and stacked up on an end table and a nurse was hovering over something. His glasses were even on and cleaned. Ok, this was too strange. He tried to get up and found that his muscles hurt. He wondered how long he had been laying there.
"Harry my boy, you're up." Said Dumbledore. Harry hadn't seen him sitting in the corner, he had been too busy trying to make heads of tails of his situation. He was cleaned and his things were stacked but that was after pissing off one of the most important and powerful wizards around then being but into the awful artificial sleep. That was before the strange dream though, he's have to ask about that when he got home. If he got home.
"I want to go home." Said Harry sourly. Dumbledore sighed and came over with some pumpkin juice. Harry drank it down quickly, only then realizing how parched he was.
"You'll be happy to know that a home has been found for you." Said Dumbledore. That did nothing to erase the angry looked that seemed to permeate Harry's face. Harry didn't want to deal with this insanity, he wanted to go home to his sort of family.'
"I have a home." Said Harry. Dumbledore patted Harry on the back and Harry jerked away from his hand. Only his father was allowed to do that. Dumbledore didn't let Harry know how much that hurt him. Not as if Harry would care.
"You'll be staying with Sirius Black and his family. I'll be taking you to their home until they can, how did they say it, find a place worth someone of their social status." Said Dumbledore as he helped Harry up. The next few minutes passed Harry by like blur. He wouldn't be seeing them ever again. Ever. He felt cold, like someone had jammed an icepick into him. He couldn't even feel enough through his grief to be mad. He was led through the school and then apparated to what appeared to be a muggle street. Harry once again had to fight to keep his pumpkin juice down. This knocked him out of his angsty stupor.
"Where am !" asked Harry as he glanced around. Good thing none of the muggles seemed to notice them. Harry could have possibly blended in but Dumbledore stuck out like a peacock in a chicken coup.
"Welcome Harry, to Number Twelve Grimwald Place." Said Dumbledore as he led Harry up the steps of the seemingly disguised house. Harry's spirits were lifted when his one and only Galatea opened the door.