(Harry's pov)
The rest of my summer had been quite busy, but as I sat at the Slytherin table with my girlfriend and friends I felt that it was well worth the hard work.
Just before I left home for Kings Cross I sent the letter that would begin the process of removing Dumbledore's political power.
I can't wait to see what happens when the recipient reads her letter. She had been recommended by Lucius and Sirius for her ability to research anything that would lead to gossip, which is what I am hoping for, and without any money, Dumbledore wouldn't be able to keep anything she finds out of the public eye.
I clapped politely for each new snake, thinking about what would be on the minds of every witch and wizard in the coming weeks.
Daphne, Draco and I made small talk as we waited for dinner and the Start of Year announcements. I had been surprised when one announcement was made.
My father and godfathers best friend, Remus Lupin was the new DADA Professor.
(Ginny's pov)
Nothing seems to be going right for me lately. Starting with my vault, which I was still trying to figure out what happened.
I know that I had money in there, I hadn't used any of my money since the start of my first year. There has been plenty of galleons then, and nobody else has access to the vault besides Mum, since I am still a minor, and she would have told me if she had been in the vault.
Next was the fact that Harry had gone missing when he was supposed to be at the Burrow getting to know me. Dad said that it was possible that he had been with that Azkaban escapee, Sirius Black.
I know that he got acquitted, but I bet he just bribed the Wizengamot. Especially considering that the Headmaster obviously wasn't there.
Next on my list of things not going right, is that I am now at school. Harry is here too, but he isn't even looking my way.
If Black has been with Harry all this time, shouldn't he have taken the Potter heir to Gringotts, at least to check on his estate?
Won't that mean that Harry should know about our marriage contract by now?
So why is he hanging out with that slut and the other snakes? He hasn't even looked my way, let alone spoken to me. How is he supposed to get to know me if he won't spend any time with me?
I watched as the Slytherin Third years left, Harry taking the slutty blondes hand. To a pureblood it's a sign that they are a couple, not that Harry would know that. He probably just wanted to get her up so he could escape.
It's an unwritten tradition for a student to leave from the Start of Year feast with their year mates, even if they don't want to. He probably just wanted to get out of the Great Hall, but didn't want to wait on the dumb snake to get up.
I need to get him alone so I can talk to him. I have to explain how things work in the wizarding world. He needs to know that grabbing a girl's hand like that is inappropriate useless she is your girlfriend, or fiancee, or you are betrothed.
I will let it go this time, since he was raised as a muggle, and therefore clueless about things like this.
The next time, it will be my hand he holds.
(Remus's pov)
I had been surprised when I saw Harry enter the Great Hall. From this distance he looked like a carbon copy of James. Then I saw he look up towards me, and I could see Lily's eyes behind the glasses.
I had been even more surprised when he sat at the Slytherins table. Dumbledore never told me what house he was in, so I just expected him to have followed his parents into Gryffindor, although Lily should have been in Ravenclaw, as brilliant as she was.
I watched the son of my best friends as he talked to his fellow snakes, including a pretty blonde girl that sat beside him.
I decided that I needed to get a chance to formally meet the child I haven't seen in 12 years.
(Daphne's pov)
I still couldn't believe that I had Harry Potter as my betrothed. I was lucky enough to spend a few days in his new home, and meet his Godfather.
To say that I was afraid of the idea of meeting Sirius Black, long-time assumed mass murderer, friend betrayer, and first person to ever escape Azkaban, would be an understatement. I had no idea what to expect of the man my parents always talked about ("Can't believe Black betrayed James, they were practically brothers!" "You mean he was innocent all along! The poor man had to suffer in Azkaban for over a decade, for no reason!")
Sirius was actually quite funny. He would just talk about his days in Hogwarts, and pranks they had pulled, mostly on Slytherins (not that he minds that Harry is a Slytherin or that he is with a Slytherin). He explained that being sorted is Slytherin, or having been in Gryffindor don't mean much in the real world. Employers don't care what house you were in. All they care about our how many OWLs and NEWTs you have.
As we stood up after the dismissal, Harry grabbed my hand, giving it a gentle tug, a sign to anyone who had been raised as a pureblood that we are together. Tracey and Pansy smiled at the gesture, while Draco and Blaise nodded in approval.
I was smirking the whole way to the dorm.
(Random persons pov)
In an office in London, a cunning woman with curly blonde hair and green eyes was reading over a letter that made her grin.
In the letter she was given the biggest job and the best gossip she could ever hope to get. The letter included a few starting points to help her do as much research as she possibly could. The letter also told of a secret benefactor who would be willing to reimburse her if she gave free copies of her finished product for every student in Hogwarts by the time it is completed, spelled to look like normal textbooks. All she had to do was tell a goblin at Gringotts when her work was completed, and they would put the money owed into her personal vault.
"If this is true... this will be the highlight of my career! Oh how I love my job!" She chuckled as she got things set up for her top secret research.
(~~~ pov)
I was hiding in the office of the oh so great Albus Dumbledore, listening in to his conversation with people, including one plump woman with red hair and the voice of a banshee.
"When are you going to go to Gringotts and reopen Ginny and Ron's vaults? We need the money from the Potter vault so we could get the things we need."
"I tried to talk to the goblins. They refuse to reopen the vaults."
"How are we supposed to afford the ingredients to the love potion I need to make so Harry Potter will fall in love with my Ginny?"
"I don't know Molly, perhaps you should sell a few things, or see if your curse breaker son can lend you the money. I need to get control of Harry again so that I have the limited access to the Potter money I had before Black got free."
The woman soon left, and not long after two more red heads entered the room. The old headmaster called them Miss and Mr Weasley, and told them that he had just spoken to their mother about how he was unable to get their vaults reopened.
The girl went on and on about the 'slimy snake that is trying to steal MY Harry from me' While the boy bemoaned the fact that he was supposed to be the Boy Who Lived's best mate, not the bloody blonde ferret.
The siblings left soon after, grumbling about how unfair life was being.
Then just before Albus Dumbledore and his pet bird retired for the night, Albus opened one of the drawers in his desk and pulled out an old journal.
I watched as he wrote in it for a few minutes.
After he left with the Phoenix I transformed into my normal form, albeit invisible, and after making it so that the portraits in the room won't notice me, and the Dumbledore wouldn't come back down, I opened the drawer that housed the journal.
A few complicated spells later, and I left the office, removing all traces that I had ever been there.
When I returned to my office I was surprised to see three thick vanilla envelopes. Each filled with a different story relating to my research on Albus Dumbledore.
Before too long my work will be complete and my finished product will be zooming off the shelves. The gossip that will come from all my hard work will be on the lips of every witch and wizard in Britain for a long time.
(Harry's pov)
The school year was well underway, and with out any major problems yet. Classes were going well, including for once, Defence Against the Dark Arts.
The first lesson started out as a problem, but it was easily resolved.
(Flashback)
"Today we are going to learn about boggarts. Now, can anyone explain what a boggart is?" Professor Lupin asked. He called on Daphne, who was the only person to raise their hand.
"A boggart is a non-being that will shape-shift into a person's worst fear." My girlfriend replied.
He awarded Slytherin 5 points and had taught us the spell that would stop the boggart, he had us practice the wand movements several times before preparing us to face the creature.
I noticed a problem with what he was about to do and raised my hand.
"Do you have a question Mr Potter?" The professor asked.
"I was wondering what the purpose of forcing us to face our fears in front of our classmates? It could distract a student if they are worried about other people knowing their biggest fears. Also what about people who share the same fear. It could distract the student if other people begin to freak out too." I stated, and many students agreed with the statements.
"You bring up some valid points Mr Potter, but what would you suggest I do?"
"I would suggest having us go up against them one at a time, just you and the student, that way the student isn't distracted by their classmates, and you can help the student if needed. It may take a couple classes to get through everyone, but I feel that this might be a better way of handling this lesson.
(Flashback end)
The professor took my advice, and after 2 1/2 classes, everyone had faced the boggart. Many students were very pale and shaken afterwards, but after they relaxed, everyone stated that they felt better when they didn't have to face the boggart in front of an audience.
I looked up from my breakfast as the Malfoy family owl entered the hall with two letters attached to its leg.
One letter was addressed to me. Draco handed me the letter, a confused look on his face.
The note was a cleverly encrypted message from Lucius telling me that it was time for us to send our gifts to our friend.
I smirked as I thought of what was going to happen, hopefully soon.
I was happy when it was announced that this weekend, the week before Halloween, will be the first Hogsmeade weekend of the year. I was glad that Sirius signed my permission slip. I looked over at my beautiful girlfriend who was looking at our schedule today.
"Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me Daphne?" I asked her.
"Are you asking me on a date Mr Potter?" She flirted.
"Only if you're agreeable my lady."
"Then I would be honoured my good sir."