AN: yes I know the birds name. I just am phonetically challenged. I do use Spell Checkers and Grammer Checkers. I write to improve these conditions.
27/08/95
09:10
Harry kissed the three blond veela on the check, collected his black case, and followed Hermione onto the Euro-Star Train, to their seat. She tucked her case under her seat, pulled a trashy romance from her inner jacket pocket, and acceptd the paper cup from her mother. Harry tucked his case in, sat, accepted his cup of cooling tea from Dan, and closed his eyes. Having spent three weeks playing love interest to a fledgling Veela he was tired. Hermione sipped her tea, opened her book, and cuddled into Harry's side. Dan and Emma mirrored them from across the table, smirking at the boy's future.
Harry sipped his cuppa, and sighed. Crookshanks was at home down in Hrmione's case, asleep on 'His' ottoman.
Hedwig had decided she would fly to London. Dobby was down in Harry's case, baking scones for the morning tea he was providing while his Human's travelled.
The train shuddered as her brakes released, and she shifted loading to travelling. The shifting of stance was telling that the train was moving.
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In the headmaster's office in a private school in Scotland, an old man was pacing, when a triple spouted silver tea pot started whistling. Almost instantly he was at the shelf. The tea pot emitted three streams of coloured steam. The top spout pipped a white steam, odourless. The middle spout streamed a pale purple steam, a gentle lavender breeze. The spout on the base puffed a green steam that carried a smell of cut grass.
The oldman hummed to himself. "So the boy has returned. I will send for him. But who to send?"
He turned to the Floo, and with a pinch of power vanished into the green flame.
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In the Lord's Study, Black sat with the twins, pouring over the list of items that the boys were crafting. Pogo perked up, then barked, shifted his wings, before he set to grooming.
Sirius frowned at the bird, before he broke into a smile. "Harry is back. Pogo just sensed his Master and Lord. Winky!" Padfoot called the new Black Elf. When Harry had agreed to court Gabirelle, letters carried by Pogo spoke of an Elf that needed a family. A bonus was that she was the Crouch Elf. A 'toe in' to old Barty was the Black was taking better care and use of the Elf. Kreacher was instructing her in House Black Protocol. He was instructed that Blood purity was not as important as Blood potentancy.
"Mister Doggie called." Winkie was wearing her tea-towel dress and wimple.
"Prepare the Lord's Chamber. Master Harry has arrived. Albus will be dragging him here if he has anything to say."
"At once." the elf bobbed her head. "Doggie."
Kreacher had heard Winkie talk about the Master's personal Elf, Dobby, referring to Sirius as 'Dog-Father'. It gave Kreacher a way to disrespect the wizard, but was accepted as reference to his alternate identity. And so Winkie was instructed to refer to Sirius as a dog.
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Bones sat looking over a notice from the Bones' Account Manager. It gave a listing of the contracts that Sue was expected to fulfil if possible.
It had three names on it.
Potter
Peverell
Abbot
She also had the note from Gus, detailing the details of Sue's betrothal to Neville.
A knock sounded as on the home office door.
"Come."
Susan entered, quietly. "You asked for me, Auntie?"
"Yes love." the older witch dropped the note onto her desk. "How goes the courtship with Longbottom?"
The girl licked her lips, "To be honest, he is trying, but Hannah is the better match for him. He has to remind himself that he is wooing the both of us. To further that honesty, it seems that Hannah, though she is trying, does not like sharing her wizard." Sue huffed. "To be honest, after these last three weeks, I am finding my interest in the Heir of Longbottom waning.
"So you would not be too Heartbroken if I told you that you are not only under contract to another House, but as a Consort?" Amelia leaned forward on the desk.
"It would depend on the House." Susan sat up with renewed interest. "And the Wizard."
"Well, my Heir, I am both pleased and sarrowed to have to inform you, that as of your sixteenth birthday you are contractually bound as First Consort to the Heir and Lord of House… Potter." Regent Bones Passed her heir the note from the bank as she crumbled up the note from Gus. "No Idea who your Wife is going to be… but your Wizard, your Husband will be Harry Potter, Lord of House Potter. You are contracted so that only the Lady Potter is above you. And neither House can buy a skip."
Susan blinks in surprise, before smirking. "Looks like I'm going to get to snog Granger and Abbot this year."
"And Abbot?"
"Neville promised." Sue smirked, as she stood. "May I be excused. I have a couple letters to write before I head to Hannaah's"
"Dismissed, but report your findings."
The young witch jogged from the room, smiling.
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It was into a quiet bullpen that the Headmaster found himself delivered. In Fact it was so quiet, that his arrival was noticed, and the man he had come to see met him at the floo.
"Headmaster." the blackman rumbled..
"Ah, Shacklebolt. Just the man I came to see. It seems that the person I was looking for this Summer has Returned." he passed the blackman thee 'lighter', "If you would be so kind…" he turned back to the floo, "Until tonight." and vanished in a plume of green.
The blakman looked at the item in his palm, flicked it open and closed… and again… and again, before nodding, and putting it in his pocket. "Tonks!" when the young woman with bubble gum pink hair arrived, he snorted. And twisted away.
She followed.
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As the two magi-cops touched down in a park across from their destination, they were met by a scruffy librarian type.
"Black said he was back. That you would need me to walk him in." the scruffy man looped his right arm through the girl's left, and waited.
King checked his 'lighter' again, double clicking it open and closed, before …
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They arrived at St Pancras International train station.
"How do you know they are here?" Tonks popped her gum.
"I was able to gauge the speed the boy was travelling when I checked his position. "There is only one thing that moves that fast in England." He nodded at the train drifting into its parked position. "The Euro-star."
Suddenly Lupin twisted around to see a messy headed witch and a dark haired boy exit the bullet train. "Cub!"
As the three Order approached the two teens, a pair of muggles joined them.
"Mister Potter!" Lupin called out as they closed. "Harry!"
The teens exchanged looks, before the Witchling nodded.
"Professor!" Harry turned to look at the scruffy man. "And you are travelling with a new crowd."
"Old Crowd." Moony shifted under the 'Boy's' eye. "New Members."
"And by your successor's advice." Harry shifted the case in his left hand to behind him as his wand dropped into his hand. "What was the Last object you gave me?"
"The last Object?" the Witch with pink hair asked, "Who trained you, Laddy, Moody?"
"Not really." Hermione had taken two stepps to Harry's left, but mimicked him in moving the case out of the way, and drawing her wand. "The Way I heard it, it was an imposter, but he played the role very well."
"Professor, You were asked a Question. I will have your Answer, or I will take you for an imposter yourself." Harry hissed.
"A Large folded Parchment." the wolf-man smirked. "A Zonko item that insulted those who did not know it's secrets."
"And your reason for travelling with them?" Harry's wand trained on the bald blackman, as Hermione shifted to cover the young witch.
"A very concerned Headmaster would like you to come in, before going to school." Lupin sneered. "May I introduce Aurors Kingsly Shacklebolt and Tonks."
"Mother, Father." Hermione spoke softly to the two muggles who were now behind Kingsley. "I would like to join Harry…"
"Do you trust them?" Dan asked softly.
"Them…" Hermione slid her wand away. "Yes. The Headmaster…" She frowned, "I Have Questions, but it would cause less trouble just to go now, and ask later."
"Go." Emma smiled. "Have our things delivered. I think after the month we have had, your Father and I need a day and night to ourselves."
Hermione stepped close to Harry, looping her right into his left. "Alright Copper, you caught us. Take us in."
The pink hair witch laughed, as looped her arm into Lupin's, and Vanished with a loud crack. The Black man clasped a hand on the outer shoulders of the teens, before they too vanished with a crack.
Dan led Emma out into the late summer sunlight as they hailed a black cab, and headed towards St James.
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Susan used her personal owl, a little elf owl she got on her eleventh birthday, to send two official letters to Longbottom Hall. While today's lunch was to be just Hannah and her, Neville was expected to drop by to woo them afterward. As the feathered love of her life winged away with two scrolls tied to her foot, susan checked out her outfit in the mirror, before diving into the floo with a cry of "The Abby"
Sue stepped from the floo into her bff's arms where she hugged and kissed her. "Hey H. got a small problem." she pressed her forehead to Hannah's. "A big piece of news hit me just before I stepped into the floo." She pulled away. "I am contracted to another Lord. In fact I take vows after my next birthday." Hannah gasped, covering her mouth with both hands.
Susan saw the look in her BFF's eyes, and guessed that the Witch had made a late night wish that She could get Neville all to herself somehow. Now She was thinking that she had doomed her BFF to an unwanted life. Fighting to keep her voice and face straight, Susan turned from her Friend…
"I have Already written the Longbottoms, explaining the situation. Normally these things have a Buy a Skip Clause, but both sides have spent all options. The night of my Sixteenth birthday, I am spreading my legs for Milord's use of me." Careful to keep her back to Hannah, "Not to mention what his wife is going to do to me. It is always the nicest ones that are the nastiest when no one is looking."
"What are you saying, Sue?" Hannah asked, horrorifed.
"I am saying that I am the sex-slave and brood-mare of a Lord of the Realm and nothing can be done about it!"
Susan spun to look at her Friend, just as Hannah collapsed crying before the Floo.
"I am so Sorry!" Hannah wailed. "I made a wish…"
"And for that…" Susan grabbed Hannah's hair and pulled her to her feet, "I am taking my due. Aunty knows I am spending the night. I will leave you and Neville to your courting, but night you will be crawling on your knees, begging your Mistress for release. Now to your Bedroom slut, I have a new gift for you."
"Why do you sound so pleased?" Hannah asked, confused.
"Oh." Sue released her and stepped back. "Milord Husband? Harry Potter, Lord of House Potter. On the First, I will be sitting with him on the Express."
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Harry and Hermione landed in a Dog walk on a Street in the Historic Section of London.
Remus pulled a strip of parchment from an inside pocket and handed it to Harry. "Read it. Then think on it."
As the teens did as bid, #12 Grimmauld emerged from hiding.
Harry sighed. "I love Magic."
The two followed Lupin across the street, and up the steps. As the door gave, to his touch, his skin twitched as he passed through the wards.
Harry went next. At first the Wards were cold, like walking through a glacial waterfall, until the 'Cold' reached his Rings. The Gold Band Hummed, and worked to shield him from the 'Cold'… but the Platinum Band spasmed, and the Cold switched to a Warm. Like a wave, spreading out from where he stood, the Townhouse rippled. The Dark-Gloom was driven back, away from the Front door and out the Back door. Now the Darkness was more of a shade than a night. A lack of proper lights more than anything.
The House Sat up straight, like a dog or a war Horse seeing it's Human approaching. Fraying wallpaper patched itself. Joints in the woodworking, tightened up. Plumbing issues solved themselves, and the majority of the Pests scattered out the windows and up the flue.
As Hermione, entering next, smiled as she saw what was behind the door.
Tonks and Kingsly frowned as the warm wards washed over them. They Exchanged looks as they noticed that pieces on the table had just shifted, and knew the Headmaster was playing chess with pieces that were not his.
"Padfoot." Harry set the Case he was Carrying on the Floor, to hug his god-father, only for Hermione to mimic him.
A Pop announced the arrival of Winkie.
Harry smiled. "Winkie. I see that you Serve."
"Winkie does."
"May I?" Harry extended his Hand, as Winkie stepped closer, And his hand settled on her kerchief wimpled head. An anti-pop of sound was unheard, and Winkie stood taller.
"Kreacher." Winkie spoke over her shoulder. An axe nosed Elf appeared in a tea towel loin cloth. "Met Lord Black."
Kreacher sneered as he stared up at the Half-blood. He sniffed, as he closed on the Man. "Master?"
Harry placed his hand on the Elf, not asking him. Knowing that this Elf was a different breed. Where Dobby and Winkie were 'Family', Kreacher was a 'Servant-Minion'. "You Serve. With Pride. Honour. Dignity."
"Master. We have a Thief." Kreacher sneered. "He has Taken."
"Then Take Back." Harry smiled. "If you can not find the Items… call on Dobby." Then his Smile turned nasty. "Next Time the Thief arrives, he does not Leave."
"And the Hollowing Harridan?" The look on the elf's face was almost euphoric.
"My next stop after seeing my bags to my room." Harry nodded.
"Winkie. See the Lord's case to the Lord's Quarters. Include the witch's for now." Black was playing Host.
"Open mine." Hermione unlocked hers. "I need to let one cat out. Might as well let the other out as well." she handed the case to a shocked Winkie.
"You trying to free me?" the horrified Elf asked.
Hermione snorted. "No! I just did not want my case scuffed."
"Winkie." Harry adjusted his cufflinks. "Please know, the only way to be released from service from House Black is for you to personally request it. If I find your service to be inferior, I will find a position that better suits you."
Remus snorted, as Winkie popped away, taking both cases with her. "This way. Quietly." the last with a glare at Tonks. And so they entered into the shady hallway, silently until Tonks tripped over a Troll leg umbrella stand.
A set of unseen curtains snapped open and the twisted face of the Hag painted within let loose with a curse word; "Filth!" Her eyes locked onto Hermione, her mouth opened to spew further verbal abuse when Harry snapped his fingers in her face.
"And who are you?" Lord Black snarled.
"My Mother." Padfoot smirked.
"And not the one Kreacher wants me to see to." Harry nodded. "Kreacher. This Painting will be returned to the Family Gallery when next I pass this way, or I will render it to ash."
"Mistress has commanded that Her Portrait shall hang here, Master."
"Move it, or I will ash it." Harry glared at the Elf. "Only I am allowed to insult my guests."
"As Master commands." The Elf snapped his fingers and the painting vanished.
It was understood why no one had them coming, when Remus had opened the door to the kitchen. Molly had silenced the door. As she was yelling into the floo at Moody's face in the green flame. "... and Albus has yet to find the boy!"
Remus stepped to her side. "Moody, if that is you, collect the crowd. Albus will no doubt be holding a full meeting tonight. No doubt Molly will be cooking, but Black will have yours bottled for you."
Harry, feeling a bit of poking was called for, leaned over Remus's shoulder and smiled at the face in the flames. "I forgot, Sir, Is that Ogdin's Reserve or Polyjuice?"
The scared face sneered. "Good one boy." and floo went dark.
BBlack barked with Laughter as Moony smirked, knowing that Boy had just taken the wolf's joke to the next level as well as confirm the old coot's theories.
Harry, pleased with himself at his prank, failed to notice how close to danger he was. Molly glomped him. One second he was adjusting his cufflinks again, basking in the glow of a good prank… the next he was engulfed in a hug of mammoth proportions.
"OH Harry!" she released him so that he could breath. "Lets get you moved in with Ron, No doubt the two of you have much to catch up on." She tried to herd them to the stairs. "Hermionne dear, we'll put you in with Ginny."
Molly Weasley." Harry twisted out of her grip. "You stand accused of abuse of Guest Rights. Mister Black, do you still hold these charges?"
Sirius crossed his arms. "I do. As I own the house, little I can do without expelling her. I have offered the use this house to the Order as their HeadQuarters. While I thank the woman for her cooking, and the work of her cleaning, I have asked multiple times for her not to throw away or destroy the heirlooms. I have asked time and again for her and her brood to not enter the library until I release it. I have restricted all Order members to the ground floor and the first floor if they are bunking here. I have allowed the Brood to floor two to allow more room for those members who come for a hot meal, a shower, and a kip."
"And her transgressions?" Harry asked.
"She has ordered me about. Not asked, ordered." Sirius sneered. "Almost daily, she has thrown something of value into her bin with the intent to vanish it, incinerate it, or just throw it out like common rubash. I have twice overheard her tell her eldest to, and I quote, 'Purge the Library'."
Harry nodded. "She is a mother of Seven in a time when getting a 'Spare' is tricky. To maintain normalcy she has to Take command. You are such a child half the time…" Harry shook his head. "She is also running this operation. She was given free reign by the one who she thinks is in command here. We will correct that. As to the heirlooms…"
"Kreacher was able to rescue the items from the bin." The axe faced elf leaned around Harry's right knee. "But Thief took them as often as not."
"Will Kreacher be able to handle the recovery by himself… or will he need a younger Elf?"
"Pride says Kreacher can do it…" his short winged ears drooped, "But Honesty say help will be needed."
"Dobby!" a pop and the stiletto nosed elf lean around Harry's right knee. "When we are done here tonight, you will aide Kreacher in retrieving House Black heirlooms."
Dobby nodded as he looked about.
"Now Deary, don't you worry about some nic-naks that got themselves lost." Molly tried to brush off the loss of items of Black heritage."
Harry frowned at her. "In that case, Kreacher, replace all missing items from our house with those of House Prewit found at the Burrow."
Molly went red in the face. "Why…"
"They are just items that just went missing..." Harry sneered at her. "Kreature. Find the Black items first, I will decide when to replace them. Infraction two… willful trespass into Black Domain. That will stop. Ron is on a long walk down a short pier. Ginny at least brought her broom. We will talk more at Dinner."
Harry bowed his shoulder to the two in red. "Aurors Shack, Tonks. Thank you. Please drop the Director a memo that I am back. Please tell her I am going shopping for school supplies tomorrow, just before lunch."
"No need for that, Deary, just give me your key and I will take care of it." Molly held out her hand for the key.
Harry lifted his rings into view. "Mum Weasley, always trying to help the little guy." Harry grinned, "But how are you getting past the blood locks?"
Molly went pale. "Blood Locks?"
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TBC