(AN: I don't own the Potterverse. All rights belong to Mrs Joanne K Rowling. I make no money from this, and I'm certainly not a Red-haired British author born July 31st 1965.)
"Speech"
"Foreign Language"
"Translation of a foreign Language"
'Thoughts'
Spells and Incantations
"Prophecy"
'Non-Verbal Magic'
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§Parselmagic§
Narrator
*Sound Effect*
Written words (Letters, Books, etc.)
Chapter 5: Plans & Surprises
Hermione POV
Thursday, August 1st 1991 9:23 PM, 8 Heathgate, Hampstead Garden Suburb, London, UK
I startled at the sound of tapping on the window. Then I heard a hoot and shot up and squeaked. I looked around confusedly before looking at the living room window, to my surprise I saw Hedwig standing there. Staring at me.
I opened the window. "Oh hello, do you have a letter for us?" I asked, curiously.
Hedwig nodded and dropped the letter before hopping onto my shoulder and tucking her head under her wing.
"Mum, dad, look! Some owl brought us a letter!" I said.
Then I ran to the loveseat and showed it to my parents. Where both my parents were already seated.
"What does it say?" my dad asked as he sipped his tea.
"I don't know how to open it." I said shily whilst blushing.
"May I?" My mum said smiling as she reached over to try and grab it.
She opened it and read it. "Oh! It's from Harry, he says thank you, apparently all is well now. And he has an important matter to discuss with us. He asks if we could meet, and says transport is no problem as he has access to magical transport."
"Shall we invite him for lunch tomorrow then?" my dad asked.
"I'll have to do a few groceries in the morning, but why not?" my mom said. Then she looked at me, "Is that okay for you?"
I nodded rapidly.
My dad looked at the owl still sitting on the windowsill and asked. "Could you take a letter back to Harry?" Hedwig hooted again and seemed to nod, or bob her head.
Meanwhile my mum grabbed some paper and wrote a reply to Harry, she put the letter in an envelope. Then she looked at Hedwig who was still snoozing on my shoulder. "Please bring this to Harry," she said.
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Harry POV
Friday, August 2nd 1991 8:17 AM, The Master Bedroom, Potter Castle, Cumbria, UK
I woke up slowly, sunlight was streaming into the room, the Potter crest was on the wall above a fireplace, I saw a wonderful view through the east window. Of the sun rising over the mountains, it was reflected on the lake on the grounds. They were beautiful. I'd gotten a tour of the castle last night before dinner.
I'd met the Hippogriff colony on the grounds. Apparently they'd been here for many centuries.
"Greyclay!" I called "Please prepare some muggle clothes, and ask Twinkle to have Breakfast ready by 8:45AM."
Then I crawled out of bad and removed my pyjama's. And walked into the bathroom, and saw a giant bath. It looked like it'd fit 3 people. I was wondering how the bathroom fit in the tower, and settled for the answer of magic.
Instead I decided to take a shower. It was wonderful, I felt like it was raining. After I'd dried of I wrapped the towel around my waist and went to the sinks to brush my teeth. I chuckled to myself as I thought back to last night, when I'd come to brush my teeth I'd realised I had neither toothpaste nor toothbrush. I'd sent Greyclay to buy me some of both.
After having brushed my teeth I walked out to my bedroom and saw clothes laid out on my freshly made bed. I put on my underwear, some jeans and a T-shirt then I sat down and put on some socks and shoes. Then I grabbed my hoodie and walked towards the door.
I made my way down the stairs and went to the breakfast room, it was a rather beautiful room with large floor to ceiling windows on one wall. The ceiling had also been enchanted to show the outside sky.
At the head of the table I saw a set of cutlery laid out, next to it there was a copy of today's Daily Prophet, and a Hedwig. I looked at the grandfather clock against the wall and saw it was 8:38 AM.
"Good morning, Hedwig." I said.
She answered, 'Good morning human.'
"Have you got a reply from the Grangers?"
'Of course I do, I didn't write the letter myself did I?' she sassed, then she stuck out her left talon at me.
I smirked. "Jerry!" I called.
When he popped in I said "Please bring me ink, a quill, parchment and some wax and the Potter signate ring."
He did, and I started writing.
Dear Drs Granger,
Thank you for the invitation, it would be my pleasure to come over for lunch today. Shall we say 12:30 PM?
Have a nice morning,
Harry J Potter
PS: I hope I didn't scare you with the letter delivery.
Then I rolled it up, and sealed it. And called for Jerry again. Who promptly appeared with a pop.
"Please make yourself invisible and deliver this to Mr Granger at, 8 Heathgate, London. UK" I asked, at which point my breakfast arrived.
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Hermione POV
Friday, August 2nd 1991 8:46 AM, 8 Heathgate, Hampstead Garden Suburb, London, UK
My parents and I were just finishing breakfast when I heard a pop, and saw a scroll of parchment appear in my father's open hand that was reaching for his cup of tea.
My mom shrieked and I nearly dropped my cup of tea in fright. My dad just looked confused.
"What in God's name was that?" my dad exclaimed.
"Magic." I squeaked, still shocked.
"It's a letter from Harry," my dad said having opened the letter. "He says it'd be his pleasure to come, and he hopes he didn't scare us with the letter delivery."
Then he snorted, "Funny, that one."
"He'll be here at half past noon." My mum said, having snatched the letter from my dad's hands.
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Harry POV
Friday, August 2nd 1991 9:12 AM, Breakfast Room, Potter Castle, Cumbria, UK
I had just finished my breakfast and was sipping my tea when I realised I hadn't read the Daily Prophet yet. Then I pondered something.
"Greyclay!" I called "How come we got a copy of the Daily Prophet?" I asked.
"Potterys bes getting copy of the Prophety every day since 1743 when prophety was founded. It bes an advantage of beings stocky owner." Greyclay said. "We bes keeping all copies in dungeons."
"Thank you. Oh, and Greyclay! Please go buy me a wrist wandholster."
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Harry POV
Friday, August 2nd 1991 12:15 PM, 8 Heathgate, Hamstead Garden Suburb, London, UK
I had been popped in by Jerry 15 minutes early under a muggle notice-me-not charm. I walked around for a bit, looking for a place where I could remove it without risking the Statute of Secrecy. Finally I found a copse of trees behind a grass field and pointed it out to Greyclay. "If I ever ask you to bring me to Hampstead I want you to pop me here under a notice-me-not."
Then I looked around and saw no muggles. "Please remove the notice-me-not," I told Greyclay.
"Thank you, you may go." I said, then I walked towards the Granger residence.
As I walked up the front drive I discreetly used a cleaning charm, and wrinkle smoothing charm. It was rather challenging to do when I was holding a wine bottle and bouquet of flowers to gift the Grangers but I managed. Then I put my wand back in it's holster on my right wrist. I was still getting used to spinning it in my hand and putting it in the holster.
I still had no idea how I was actually managing to put it back in the holster every time. I guessed the answer was magic.
I knocked at the door as I looked myself over. I was wearing navy shorts, a white linen shirt. With an old but magically preserved set of sneakers, and one of my grandpa's watches. I had also magically repaired my glasses.
"Good afternoon, Harry." Doctor Emma Granger smiled as she opened the door.
"Good afternoon, Doctor Granger. It's a pleasure to see you again." Then I handed the flowers and the wine bottle over. "These are for you, and Doctor Granger."
"Thank you, Harry. Please, call me Emma." She said as she led me inside.
She led me into the living room and asked, "What would you like to drink?" She asked as she led me to the back patio where Daniel and Hermione were waiting.
"Some sparkling water please." I said. "Doctor Granger, Miss Granger. It's a pleasure to see you again." I said, as I shook their hands.
"Please, take a seat." Daniel said, pointing to a chair.
They chatted for a bit, I told them a little about what happened at Gringotts. Not about any of my lordships though.
When finally Daniel asked, "What's this business proposition you'd like to talk about?"
"So I'll have to tell a bit of backstory first, I only discovered this the day before yesterday. So stick with me." I said and the Grangers nodded. "The magical government is quite similar to the muggle government. Or well, I should say the muggle government is similar to the magical government."
"From what I can tell in the year 573, Arthur Pendragon was the king of England. He was magical, and sterile. Thus also childless but he knew that his cousin and heir was neither magical nor sterile. He hated magic however. So instead of risking the lives of his fellow magicals he set up a council. Among the families that served him he picked out the 7 magical families. Those families started what you would call the House of Lords, but is known in the magical world as the Wizengamot. They're the legislative body of the magical world. Now a little over half of the seats on said legislative bodies are hereditary." I said. And looked around to see if everyone had understood.
"I've found out that sometimes those magical families have non-magical descendants known as squibs. They're the opposite of muggleborn, people born to magical parents without the ability to do magic. In a lot of families they're kicked out into the muggle world. But they're hardly ever actually disowned. Now a lot of muggleborn are descendents of those squibs, and it has happened on occasion that they can then claim the title, vaults and properties of some extinct families."
Emma frowned "And you think Hermione is a descendant of one of those squibs?" she asked.
"I think it's possible. My mother, Lily Evans descended from the Ancient House of Evans. And I think you, might be a descendant of a squib of the now extinct Ancient and Noble House of Dagworth-Granger."
At this I saw Dan frown. "My Grandfather passed away two years ago. He left his diaries to me. He had one for every year since he was twelve. Hold on let me grab it." Then he left for a moment and came back, holding a diary.
"Here it is." He muttered then he started flipping through the pages. "Aha!" then he began reading out loud.
July 17th 1913
Today I visited Grandfather and Grandmother, something odd happened. At around 2 hours in the afternoon a man knocked on the door. At first I thought he looked like father but shaven, and a little older. Grandfather and he had a whispered argument, I was shocked to hear Grandfather call the unknown man brother. My Great-uncle looks a lot younger than Grandfather. At some point my Grandfather said "I'm a squib. I'm no longer welcome, it's why I changed my name. I am no longer a Dagworth-Granger. Now leave!" It confuses me. I have no idea what a squib is and why grandfather changed his name from Dagworth-Granger to Granger. I don't think grandfather knows I overheard.
I processed the segment of the diary. "Well, I'd say that confirms you being a descendant of House Dagworth-Granger. You should go to Gringotts and ask for an inheritance test."
"Why didn't they offer it at Gringotts if they know it's possible I'm a descendant of a magical house?" Hermione asked, acting as if she didn't already know the answer.
"I have absolutely no idea." I said, also acting oblivious.
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Harry POV
Friday, August 2nd 1991 18:27 PM, Lord's office, Potter Manor, Cumbria, UK
I'd had a wonderful lunch at the Granger residence, when I came home to Potter Manor. I went to the Lord's office and saw an eagle owl sitting at the window. I opened the window and took the letter it handed me. Then it promptly flew away.
I frowned and looked at the seal. It had a crown in the middle, surrounded by a laurel wreath, there was a wolf on the left and a bear on the right. A pair of swords were crossed behind the crown. There was a motto written beneath it. Familia ante omnia.
I opened the letter and read it.
August 2nd 1991, Brussels, Belgium
Heir Potter,
I am Conte David Ménise. You met my brother Richard in your account manager's office at Gringotts. I am the head of the Belgian Branche of Banca de Ménise. I was hoping you could come to our bank to discuss the part of your inheritance that is in our bank.
Would Wednesday August 7th at 10 AM GMT work for you? You can acquire a portkey to our bank at Gringotts London.
Hoping you are well.
Conte David Ménise,
Director of Banca de Ménise Belgium and its subsidiaries
Heir Secondary to The Ducato Belgii
It seemed interesting, so I thought why not. I penned an answering letter.
August 2nd 1991, Potter Manor, England
Conte David Ménise,
Conte Ménise, it would be my pleasure to come to your bank on Wednesday. I shall do as recommended and buy a Portkey at Gringotts.
Hoping you are well.
Lord Harold J Potter
Lord of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter,
Heir Primary to the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black.
Then I rolled it up, sealed it with my sigil. And called Jerry.
"What cans Jerry be doings for master Harry?" He asked excitedly.
"Would you please bring Hedwig here?" I asked.
He popped away and popped back with Hedwig a moment later.
'UNHAND ME YOU SCULLION! DON'T YOU DARE POP ME AROUND LIKE THAT! I WILL PECK YOUR EYES OUT!' I heard Hedwig hoot quite loudly.
"Hey girl, could you take a letter to Belgium for me?" I asked. She looked at me for a moment before whacking me with a wing on the back of the head and answered loudly.
'Of course I can! Just so long as you don't have that elf pop me around! Or I'll poop in your breakfast! Just open a window and call for me. You're my human, I'll know when you need me.' She answered, with a disgruntled tone at first, before she sounded proud.
"Ok, ok. I'm sorry, I won't doubt you again. And I'll make sure the elves don't pop you anymore. The letter is for Conte David Ménise, in Belgium."
Hedwig hooted 'Ooooh, Belgium. I've never been to Belgium. It'd be my utmost pleasure. Bye little human!' then she grabbed the letter and flying away through the open window.
"Cheeky owl." I muttered.
"Harry? You can talk to her?" my dad asked, surprised.
"What? Oh, yeah. I'm a beastspeaker. Didn't I tell you? Dumbledore had a block on it and everything, tried to limit me to snakes only. Worked in the original timeline." I said, annoyed at the fact Dumbledore managed to manipulate me so easily.
Then I grabbed another piece of parchment and wrote a letter to Ragnok.
August 2nd 1991, Potter Manor, England
To The Honourable Account Manager, Prince Ragnok VIII
Account Manager Ragnok, I would like to buy a Portkey to transport me to the Banca De Ménise in Brussels on Wednesday at 9:45 AM. And another Portkey to return me to Gringotts London when my meeting is complete. I am willing to pay extra to ensure no-one outside Gringotts and the Banca De Ménise knows about this.
May your enemies cry at the mention of your name and your vaults overflow with their gold.
Lord Harold J Potter
Lord Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, Potter, Evans
Heir Peverell, Black
Then I sealed it and handed it to Jerry. "Please take this to the office of Account Manager Ragnok VIII at Gringotts, if he his there hand it to his secretary, if he is not there, please leave it on his desk with the crest facing upwards."
Jerry popped away, and I called Greyclay.
"Master Harry calls Greyclay?" he asked.
"Yes, I need to know if there are any Potter Elves with experience with animals." I asked.
"Toby, sir. He bes caring for Hippogryffsies and other animalies Potter families bes having." He answered after thinking for a moment.
"Thank you, Greyclay. Toby!"
"Yes master Harry?" I was slightly shocked at the sight of Toby, he was a bit burlier than the other elves, and his voice was slightly less squeaky. He also had a scar on his left cheek.
"In Devon, there is a House belonging to the Weasley Family. It's called the Burrow. In that house, you will find a rat missing one of the toes on it's right front paw. It'll probably be either in the kitchen on the Ground Floor, in Percy Weasley's room on the second floor or in Ronald Weasley's room on the fifth floor. I want you to go there, catch and stun said rat. And put him in cell 6 in the Dungeons. Don't be seen by anyone or anything."
Then I grabbed the ward ledger and added the name Peter Pettigrew under enemies. Cell 6 was a special cell, it was specially designed for animaguses, airtight and with four different anti-animagus wards. Two of which were from the Potter family grimoire. Once Peter was in there he would be transformed back into his human form and stunned unless I allowed him to wake up.
Then I called Jerry again. "Jerry, could you discreetly get me a copy of the file on Sirius Orion Black III in the Ministry of Magic?"
"Of course master Harry." He said, before popping away.
"If you're going to try and get Sirius freed you should ask Amelia Bones for help. She was his fiancée, and she was also the Head of the Auror office at the DMLE. She could help."
"She's now the Director of the DMLE, and Regent of House Bones." I said as I grabbed another parchment and started writing again.
August 2nd 1991
Madam Bones,
I have irrefutable proof that your fiancé and my godfather Lord Apparent Sirius Orion Black III is not only innocent of all crimes, but never got a trial to begin with. I was hoping that we could attempt to work together to prove his innocence. Please talk about this with no-one, if you will agree to meet me Potter Manor on August 3rd at 11 AM. The flood address is Potter Castle, the password is "Domini Officium."
Hoping you are well,
Harry J Potter
Then I sealed it, and called for Greyclay. "Please deliver this to Amelia Bones, when she is alone."
"Yes Master Harry." He said before popping away.
Then Jerry popped back and said, "It bes delivered master."
I looked out the window and sighed. When Toby popped in "Toby bes catching Ratsy, nobody bes seeings Toby."
"Thank you, Toby. Could you please conjure a copy of the rat that looks like he died of old age and leave it behind where you first found the real rat?" I asked.
"Of course master Harry, Toby bes doings it nows."
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Amelia Bones POV (AN2: Didn't see that one coming did you?)
Friday, August 2nd 1991 18:50 PM, Master Bedroom, The Ossuary, Shropshire, England
I was getting changed before dinner after a long week at work when a House-Elf popped in in front of me. I drew my wand and pointed it at the unknown Elf. It squeaked and raised it's hands.
I saw the crest on his breast, and recognized it as the Potter crest. "What are you doing here, Potter elf?" I asked it, lowering my wand slightly.
"Greyclay bes delivering lettery from master to Amely Bonesy." I only now noticed the roll of parchment in his hand. I presumed the elf was male, considering he was wearing pants. And I knew for a fact female Potter elves all wore skirts or dresses.
"Thank you, please put the letter on the vanity table. And tell your master I've received the letter." I said, lowering my wand a little further.
The elf did as ordered and promptly popped away, probably quite scared.
As I read it I was shocked. Then I started crying, I fell down on my knees and cried, for the man I loved, for the family I could've, should've had, for all the time we'd lost together.
After awhile I opened the small hidden compartment behind a floor to ceiling mirror, it held all my pictures and mementos of my time with Sirius, and most importantly my engagement ring. After Sirius had been arrested and, as I thought at the time found guilty I didn't want to see them anymore, but I couldn't bring myself to destroying or throwing them away. So I put them in there, never to see them again. Until today.
In that moment I vowed to myself that I would do anything to make sure Sirius was freed from Azkaban, even if I had to hire two-dozen mercenaries to break him out so I could go on the run with him.
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Harry POV
Saturday, August 3rd 1991 11:00 AM, Lord's office, Potter Manor, Cumbria, UK
I was standing in my office, waiting for Madam Bones to arrive when the floo chimed, and the fire turned green. Then suddenly a woman popped out. She had red hair, brown eyes and a round face. She looked quite a lot like a brown-eyed Susan Bones.
"Madam Bones, it's a pleasure to make your acquantaince." I said as I air-kissed her hand.
"Heir Potter, thank you for welcoming me to your ancestral home." She said as she curtsied slightly.
"Please, take a seat. I said as I pointed to the two chairs in front of my desk. Would you like something to drink? Tea? Coffee? Water? Butterbeer? Or perhaps something a little stronger?"
"Tea, please." Amelia answered, and before she'd finished saying please a platter with a teapot, two cups, sugar, milk and biscuits appeared.
"I have, eager house-elves." I said as I poured out the tea.
Behind Madam Bones, Charlus Potter's painting smirked slightly as he nodded in approval.
"I suggest we get straight to the point mister Potter." Madam Bones said seriously.
"Ah, a woman after my own heart." I answered.
Then I grabbed a file, and handed it to her. "Exhibit A, Sirius Black's court transcript, straight from the Ministry archives."
"This is empty." She snapped back.
I raised my eyebrows. "Surely Madam Bones, you realise that that in and of itself is evidence something fishy is going on. The innocent Heir Primary of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black being sent to Azkaban without a trial, when the guilty mister Malfoy of the Magical House of Malfoy got a trial, and the opportunity to bribe enough people to get acquitted."
She glared at me and muttered about uppity teenagers.
"Exhibit B. One will of Lord James Charlus Potter and Lady Lily Marie Evans. Stating three things explicitly, firstly, Peter Patrick Pettigrew was the Potter's Secret Keeper. Secondly, Albus Percival Dumbledore was the person who cast the Fidelius Charm, and thus knows who was Secret Keeper. Thirdly, Sirius Orion Black is the Godfather through the Godfather ritual."
"Pretty good evidence." Madam Bones muttered.
"Exhibit C, the Portraits of one James Charlus Potter and one Lily Marie Evans." Then I snapped my fingers and the notice-me-not on their paintings was removed.
"Hello, Amy. How are you? It's been awhile."
She gasped. "Indeed it has, I didn't know you had a portrait made. However whatever you say isn't admissible in court."
"Oh, well in that case. Exhibit C, two." I drew a vial from my pocket. "My memory of watching Dumbledore cast the Fidelius, and Peter Pettigrew telling the secret to Sirius, in Person."
Then I drew another vial from my pocket. "Exhibit D, my memory of Lord Voldemort killing my mother, with Pettigrew entering the room right as she died. Then when Voldemort dies Peter grabs Voldemort's wand, and is about to aim his own wand at me when we hear a crack of apparition, and Peter turns into his unregistered animagus form."
"Wait a minute, how do you remember that?" Regent Bones asked.
"Officially, the Black and Potter family magics aided me in developing basic occlumency. Enough to retrieve the memories." I said.
"And unofficially?" The director of the DMLE questioned with raised eyebrows.
"Off the record, I might entrust the Regent of one of my closest allies with the information that I have an eidetic memory." I smirked.
"And last but not least. The piece the resistance, I give you exhibit E. Also known as Peter Patrick Pettigrew. Tony!" At that Tony popped in dropped a stunned, bound and gagged Peter Pettigrew on the floor and popped away again.
"Ooooh, and not to forget. Exhibit F, dear Peter is not only carrying Voldemort's Dark Mark, and Voldemort's wand." I said with a smile.
"Well bugger me." She exclaimed quietly.
I raised my eyebrows. "If you don't mind, I'll leave that to my dear Godfather for after he's freed."
My male ancestor's paintings in the room burst out laughing whilst Madam Bones blushed.
"Ok so what's the plan?" she asked.
I grabbed a piece of paper, "Collect the evidence, check. Contact madam Bones, check. Give the evidence to Madam Bones, check. Aha! Smile cutely until madam Bones tells me the plan. At which point I can use my considerable influence as the Boy-Who-Lived to make it happen." Then I looked at her and smiled.
"Also, I should tell you. I currently own 28% of the Daily Prophet and I have my account manager working on buying some more. My account manager is so motivated I think I'll have full ownership by the end of next week." I smiled.
"I hope you can get full ownership by August 17th. You see Dumbledore passed a law that no Wizengamot session could be called when there was an ICW meeting. Dumbledore is at the yearly ICW conference in Tokyo until August 17th." Madam Bones answered.
"I'll pass the instructions to my account manager, Madam Bones."
"Call me Amelia, mister Potter." She answered.
"It's Lord Potter, Amelia. But you may call me Harry." I answered cheekily.
Amelia's eyes widened. "How, exactly are you Lord Potter?"
"Didn't you read the will? It states: Once Harold turns eleven he is to be emancipated and declared Lord Potter."
"Would you like to stay for lunch?" I then asked.
"I'd love to, thank you." Amelia answered, smiling.
"Twinkle." I called, and the House-Elf popped in. "Please prepare lunch for two, and set the table on the rooftop terrace."
"Yes, master Harry." she curtsied, and popped away.
"I have an idea. We need to work behind the scenes, leak nothing, make sure no Dumbledore loyalists know our plans. We have Sirius removed from Azkaban, this weekend, when there is little staff at Azkaban. Then we get him treated by trustworthy Healers. And without telling anyone but the people we trust most, we get him and Pettigrew in the courtroom." Amelia said.
"For trustworthy healers I believe there are two options. Either Madam Tonks, she's Sirius' first cousin, she was disowned by the Blacks for marrying a muggleborn. Another option would be the Gringotts Healers, they'll be quite expensive, but also extremely discrete." I told her seriously.
"That's a good idea." the redhead said with narrowed eyes.
"Shall Heir Black contact his account manager then?" I asked.
"You're Heir Black too?" She asked.
"Yup!"
"How? I thought it was Draco Malfoy."
"So does he. However I see three options. First option, Arcturus Black, who fought Grindlewald didn't want a Death Eater's son as Lord Black, and had me declared Heir Secondary before he died. Second option, Sirius had me declared his Heir because he was childless, and didn't want whatever his uncle Alphard had left him to go back to the Black family. Third option, seeing as Pollux Black, Arcturus' older brother was removed from the line of succession, the Black Family Magic recognizes me and Sirius as the only living male descendants of Orion Black I who haven't been removed from the line of succession." I explained.
"Wait, how does that last part work?"
"From what I can tell, Lord Orion Black had four children, two sons and two daughters. His eldest, Pollux was removed from the line of succession. I don't know why. His second child Cassiopeia, never married and to this day has never had any children. His third child Arcturus, had Orion II, and Lucretia. Lucretia has no children, and Orion II had two sons, Sirius and Regulus. And his fourth child Dorea, well. Grandma's hanging on the wall, and I'm her only living descendant."
Amelia turned to Grandma's portrait and smiled. "You're a good teacher Milady."
"Amelia." Said grandma frowned disapprovingly. "You're practically my daughter in law. Lily called me Dorea, and so will you."
"Ok, back to the Sirius business. I think it's a good idea. However, how do we make sure no-one notices Sirius is no longer in Azkaban?" Amelia muttered.
"Greyclay, please get me the Azkaban files." I ordered. I'd gotten Greyclay to grab them earlier. Apparently, we had them lying around, my great-grandfather was an Unspeakable and he'd managed to make a copy of the blueprints of the Hogwarts, Ministry and Azkaban blueprints and wardlists. And somehow tied them together with a protean, so they auto-updated. Apparently being the Head of the Department of Mysteries had its perks.
"I- how did you get those?!" Amelia exclaimed.
"What? The Azkaban files? Oh, they were lying around, I had Greyclay grab them." I said. "Come on." I said and walked towards my desk.
I moved some things aside and spread out the blueprints on them, as well as the ward list.
Then I grabbed Sirius' file. "According to his file Sirius was transported from a ministry holding cell to Azkaban cell M37 on… November 3rd 1981 at 4pm."
"Three hours after he was arrested." Amelia muttered.
"His wand" I said looking through some papers "Is still at the ministry archives. You can return that to him after he's acquitted."
"I have a plan." She said.
"I'm listening."
"I'm going to go to Azkaban and have Sirius removed from his cell and brought to the Ministry holding cells, put only people I trust completely on his guard. Not mad-eye moody, he's an old friend of Dumbledore's. I'd say... Shacklebolt, and Tonks. Tonks is Sirius' first cousin once removed."
"If Fudge discovers and kicks up a fuss, play to his paranoia, tell him you think he's innocent, ask him how Lucius Malfoy or Lord Nott would react to the Lord apparent of one of Great Britain's oldest families was thrown in Azkaban without a trial." I said, proud of what I'd thought up.
"But then why would I do it late at night?" Amelia said.
"Because Dumbledore has contacts everywhere and you didn't want him to find out about Sirius being removed from Azkaban. As you suspect he had something to do with Sirius not getting a trial. Because Dumbledore was Chief Warlock at the time." I smiled, proud of what I'd thought up.
"As for a trustworthy healer, I recommend Andromeda Tonks. She is, as I said, his favourite cousin."
She looked at me, shocked. "I think I'm getting you something Ravenclaw themed for Yule. Well Harry, that sounds like a wonderful plan. I'll get on it straight away."
"What would you like to do with Pettigrew?" I asked.
"I'd rather you keep him here. If someone discovers he's still alive I don't want him kissed or killed before Sirius can get a trial." Amelia said.
"Have a nice afternoon, keep me informed." I said.
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