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A/N: thanks for the reviews! Yes, Séraphine's name is derived from the seraphim with six wings and heads. Furthermore, in Hebrew it means 'burning fire.' I thought it apropos since she is a guardian and a survivor. I felt inspired to add a new chapter (amazing what happens when inspiration + time = new FFN chapter, haha!)

Just wanted to add that I am seriously writing down all my GSP errors and I do take into consideration your PMs and reviews regarding suggestions. It's just most of my chapters are no longer live and I Have to resubmit them. So when I'm done with LBR3 is when I'll do it in one fell swoop. Thanks a bunch!

Ch. XXXIII: Home of the Family Dursley

Kreacher glowered at the Home before him.

"You will yield." He said in his low, gravelly voice. "Dumbledore owes you nothing."

The Home shuddered and spilled a series of shadows and shades.

Memories.

Against the walls several shapes appeared. Most were in the form of a young Harry's progression and the Home led Kreacher to find several washed away blood splatters. The majority in the little cupboard under the stairs. Quite a number led to the smallest bedroom. However, there were blood and pain throughout the house except for the Dursleys' bedrooms.

The House-Elf was angry.

Peace. He reminded himself. You're under orders to completing the mission in silence, stealth and spying. You can leave a surprise for the Family Dursley once you leave.

The shapes led Kreacher to every room and he began to note at what age and whom hurt His Heir.

Several devices were armed at hurting His Heir. Yet, it was predominately fists and kicks aimed at his Heir.

But none of it is from what Malthus decreed. He wondered.

Malthus had reported seeing something with his magical serpentine awareness that Their Heir had several blood, bruises, burns, belts and bites* all along Harry's core as a form of muscle memory.

Harry's core retained that a large human bite mark beginning from the blade of his hand and nearly covering all of it. Over Harry's heart were Voldemort-Quirrell's handprint lashing his heart in some sacrificial ritual that never came to pass for soul possession by the once-Dark Lord scratched handprint from Harry's First Year. Multiple lacerations, blood wounds, burns, welts, and a combination of sharp and blunt objects. Most bites were venomous and broken bones predominately over the left side of Harry's body. His back had several deep blood wounds carved into it. The scars constantly reopened by daily life. His 'carvings' remained fresh despite healing a decade ago.

Below Harry's neck were the words 'Lily Killer,' carved from the top of his left shoulder to past his neck toward his right shoulder. Beneath 'Lily Killer,' carved vertically were the words 'Witch's Boy.' Following his spine were the words, 'Serpent's Son,' and on his right shoulder vertically carved were the words 'Demon Child.' At the base of his spine leading below his pants carved horizontally were the words, 'Freak.' Following Harry's right ribs toward the 'V' of his stomach were several bite marks. These bite marks mirrored on his right sight and looked disturbingly symmetrical. Furthermore, the boy's upper thighs had burn marks.

Thankfully, due to Lacie's expertise, much of Harry's wounds faded and he is regaining strength and nutritive aid to undo that damage.

But those wounds didn't all come from this Home. The House-Elf scowled, frustrated.

"Show me who did what and to whom directly." He commanded in High Latin.

Vernon Dursley was the worst in the physical damage. And Dudley no better between the two of his parents taking on the worst of each of them.

It was Petunia Dursley that ruined the child.

Her neglect disturbed him more as Harry clearly tried to seek her for protection and maternal love and guidance as any child would.

How can she favor one child over the one who clearly needs love? Kreacher thought disgustedly. She saw the abuse clear as day and yet…condoned it.

A cold smile appeared on the House-Elf's face.

"Her Ladyship should see to Petunia Dursley…and Lord Sirius should go about the business with the Goblins to legally see to their demise." He remarked to the Home. "As for you," he said making the Home shudder. "Not your fault. I can see you offered more comfort to My Heir than anyone else in the Muggle world." Shrugging, he pulled a large stone to record the Home's memories into it.

"Place all your knowledge in here." He commanded in High Latin. "And be certain to record intent, bias, personality and anything else you can think of."

The Home complied.

Kreacher's pale eyes narrowed.

"There are spies for Dumbledore…but where?" He muttered. The Home led Kreacher to a little room near the backyard.

Vernon's study.

The Home opened the door and led him to a locked filing cabinet.

Snapping his fingers he looked at Vernon's personal papers and finances.

Of interest to the Black House-Elf were several pieces of parchment signed by Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.

He merely made copies of it. Not daring to touch it with his magic directly, knowing Dumbass would have some sort of compulsion spell to it.

However, bribery is apparent.

Deciding he had been there long enough and realizing the time, he spelled the Home to normalcy.

But not without stopping to see the cupboard under the stairs.

Opening it he barely contained the bile rising up in the back of his throat.

This is where my Young Master slept? And ate? And played by himself? He thought hatefully. His eyes flashing black-and-platinum.

Cleaning chemicals remained untouched where Harry slept. Kreacher doubted the Dursleys removed it whenever Harry was thrown into his cupboard or punished.

A dirty, stained small child's mattress remained on the floor and he saw secondhand green army soldiers and a punctured ball in the corner. He almost turned away when he saw some peeling scraps of paper.

Reaching for it, the black heart of one Kreacher, House-Elf to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, squeezed in agony.

A picture of a crying small child indicative of Harry was in the middle.

Two shadows on either side representative of Lily and James Potter.

The words, 'I am a Lily-Killer and a Serpent's Son. I ruin everything I touch and that's why I'm here serving the Dursleys. Maybe I can return to Madame J?'

Another picture had a flying motorcycle in the clouds with Harry riding and a large, shaggy dog watching over him.

"At least we know the identity of the Dark Witch." Kreacher muttered. He tucked in the two-sided picture inside his livery pocket.

Closing his eyes, he Apparated to the House and immediately connected with Her Ladyship via their Servants' link.

The House-Witch froze in mid-sip. Her eyes slowly turning platinum and her battle fangs protruded from her mouth surprising the Gobliness.

"Kreacher has found alarming news." She announced. Quickly she informed Lacie along with using a Dicta-Quill for Sirius' report as Lacie took out her Tappings recorder setting and let the House-Witch explain Kreacher's findings.

Séraphine glanced at the clock. It was close to midnight and she did not want to overstay her welcome.

"When are you going to be officially 'Lady Serena'?" Lacie asked curiously after hearing the House-Witch's inception and showdown with the young Muggleborn witch and discussing various forms of torture the Goblins gave to their enemies for Séraphine's entertainment of ruining Petunia Dursley.

"As soon as I get the contract ready and sent to the Bank…I have to go through a very intense ritual with Lord Sirius." She sighed. "In addition," the House-Witch pulled out a piece of parchment written with the House of Black's letterhead and handed it to Lacie. "Would you be so kind as to pass this along to Lawyer Flameclaw? We're going to need those Magical Guardianship papers made out to Hermione's parents along with herself. I'll also send you a copy of our…marriage certificate."

"So her parents won't be alarmed of a bachelor watching over two children." Lacie observed sagely. "Indeed so," she took the parchment with the list. "Are you alarmed at the prospect of getting married?" The Gobliness asked shrewdly.

"Yes." Séraphine answered. "It's all in the name of the Greater Good for the children. I have to make appearances but it might bring about limitations…I also want to represent our House's and the Goblins' interests." She said meaningfully to Lacie. "I want to have restitution for everything the Bank and you have done for us―something I know Lord Sirius is in full agreement."

Lacie nodded thoughtfully. "We've noticed an uptick in the usual rage against us." She muttered. "No idea why, really."

"We'll find out and do what we can." Séraphine promised, her dark eyes flashing platinum. She stood and took her wine goblet to the kitchen countertop and tucked in her chair.

"You have my personal gratitude, Lacie." Séraphine said sincerely, hesitating.

Lacie smiled at her, showing her teeth. "Anytime, please keep us posted."

Nodding, the House-Witch swirled to the Kitchen.

She noted Kreacher had gone to bed.

Just as well.

Séraphine warded her report and sent it to Sirius' Study. Making her way to the Black Libraries she found the standard Marriage to the House of Black Contract along with a few books listed in the best way to harm Muggles.

It did make her somewhat queasy for the first time in her life.

Scowling at herself she muttered French profanity under her breath as she ignored the truth. It's not like I'll do this to Mistress Hermione.

Reading and reviewing the Black requirements for Marriage she sighed.

"Can't get out of these…I'll have to let Lord Sirius know in the morning."

For now, she would wait and turn one of the guestrooms into her room on the lower floor.

She figured it would be the best room for defense and in the middle between the Kitchen and most of the common rooms for the House.

Tomorrow, I will have to go through Lady Walburga's things and modify them for my needs. The House-Witch thought, making a mental list and sorting through the guestroom's furniture. And then, I'll ask Lord Sirius if I can represent the House and the Goblins on the Wizengamot and ICW as both Black and Potter Regents…this will take a large burden from Lord Sirius so he can focus on spying within the Ministry's Auror Department. We'll need to contact Lady Bones at some point. This way I won't be deemed too private like most Pureblood Ladies and actually assist Lord Sirius directly. I'd get a good pulse on Dumbass and be able to directly influence the Young Master's future in the best possible light.

Satisfied, she drew her plans on parchment and for the next battle plan.

For the House-Witch does not sleep whilst protecting Her Lord, Heir and House.

References:

Obviously, I took the description of Harry's wounds from the first FanFiction story of What do blood, bruises, burns, belts and bites have in common? I needed a refresher course as to what his wounds are. However, I won't go into full detail except for Harry's Childhood (no idea if that's going to be the title or not) as to how Harry sustained them. In part, because this is really Sirius' story and I don't want to get derailed and not continue what needs to be written. I have absolute confidence that this will exceed 40 chapters. However, I have no idea as to how long it lasts. I promise this storyline will end happily and there will be Hermione/Harry shipping and JUSTICE. As for Séraphine and Sirius? That is going to be slower since I don't want to detract from Hermione/Harry's relationship. Furthermore, it is supposed to be painfully awkward for the adults since they're both broken and asymmetrical for each other. However, their goals remain the same for Harry and Hermione's protection.

I haven't forgotten any characters like Ron, the Triwizard Tournament, Halloween or Christmas. It's just a lot of events to cover, and cover well.

Reviews welcome!