(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'
§Parseltongue§
§Parselmagic§
Narrator
*Sound Effect*
Written words (Letters, Books, etc.)
Chapter 6:
Amelia POV Sunday, August 4th 1991 2:16 AM, Azkaban Prison, Azkaban Island, The North Sea
I was sneaking into Azkaban with Senior Auror Shacklebolt and Auror Trainee Tonks, I'd briefed them on the situation this afternoon, after I'd gotten secrecy oaths from both. What I was doing now was very illegal, but I didn't care. The fact Sirius was here in the first place was illegal, so I was just writing a wrong.
I had just arrived on the second highest Azkaban floor, Maximum security floor 2, where the murderers, terrorists, rapists and innocent fiancés were held.
I walked towards cell M37 it was the 7th cell on this floor.
"Hey Siri." I said quietly, tears flowing from my eyes.
Padfoot's eyes opened and he looked at me, he whined and changed into Sirius.
"Amy?" he croaked.
"It's me Siri, I'm here to get you out of here."
Then I grabbed a key I'd taken from my key ring and opened Sirius' cell. I approached him slowly.
"I'm going to need a drop of your blood." I said. "I have a Bones artefact that can make sure no human notices you're gone."
I smiled at him then I waved my wand and removed the notice-me-not on my ring.
Then I grabbed his hand and lightly cut his hand, I let a finger drop on an artifact, it glowed and suddenly there was an Illusion of Sirius, sitting. Shivering around said artifact. It was an old thing that had been in the Bones family since the 13th century.
"C'mon Siri, let's get you out of here."
We walked out, I was supporting Sirius, he was rather weak from the bad food, and having been locked up in a 6m² area with no heating for nearly a decade.
I tossed the keys towards Tonks and said. "Tonks, close the door. Shacklebolt, help me support him."
"Andy?" Sirius asked confused.
"No, that's my mum." The metamorphmagus answered.
"Might I suggest we keep the chitchat for when we're not breaking the law?" Kingsley said in his deep voice.
"Good idea." I muttered as I supported my fiancé as we walked to the stairs.
(-oIOIo-)
Andromeda POV
Sunday, August 4th 1991 3:02 AM, Level 5 Clearance cells, Ministry of Magic, London, UK
I didn't know why, but I'd been asked by Amelia Bones to get here. Dora had popped in quite late at night, told me it was an emergency and she couldn't tell me what it was about. Then she'd led me here and told me to expect a patient who needed a lot of work done.
I was considering going to get my second coffee of the evening when the door opened and Amelia Bones walked in followed by a tall dark-skinned auror supporting a very dishevelled looking man and behind them Nymphadora.
I rushed towards them and started casting diagnostic charms.
"Put him on the bed." I snapped at the auror supporting the man.
His head snapped up and I recognised him immediately.
"Si- Sirius? I- what?"
"Andy?" he croaked, which snapped me out of my shock.
"Auror, whoever you are. Put him on the bed. Dora, get me parchment and my dictaquill from my bag. Madam Bones, explain."
"Auror Shacklebolt do as she says." Amelia said.
As my daughter put a parchment and dictaquill on the table next to me I waved my wand and cast at the quill. Now it would only pick up my voice and no-one else's.
"Lord Potter contacted me Friday evening saying he had irrefutable proof that Sirius was innocent, I reviewed the evidence he gave me and agreed. We're getting Sirius a trial on Saturday August 17th at 10 AM. I need you to make sure he's presentable, start working on the physical damage as much as you can, because in two weeks he needs to walk into the Wizengamot chambers looking like the Lord of House Black, rather than like he does now." Amelia said.
"Any reason specifically why you're planning the Wizengamot emergency meeting an hour after Dumbledore returns from Japan? Instead of waiting for the next week, or even just the next day? No offence Sirius." Andromeda asked, as she started grabbing potions.
"I'd ask how you know that, but your husband is a law-wizard, so I really shouldn't be surprised you know that." Amelia said. "Yes there is a very good reason. Dumbledore knew Sirius was innocent of at least one of the crimes he was accused of, and he also knew Sirius never had a trial."
"How can you be sure he knew Sirius was innocent?" I asked, and was surprised when Sirius answered instead of Amelia.
"Dumbledore cast Fidelius." He croaked.
"Nymphadora, if I'm not home by 8:30 AM tell your dad what happened, and that he has a new client. He'll be representing Sirius in court."
(-oIOIo-)
Harry POV
Sunday, August 4th 1991 9:07 AM, Level 5 Clearance cells, Ministry of Magic, London, UK
I was being led down a top secret area of the DMLE by Senior Auror Shacklebolt. I'd gotten a floo call from Amelia in the middle of the night saying the she'd gotten Sirius out and they hadn't been caught. She'd also said that Sirius was getting medical treatment. I'd been invited to floo over to the ministry at 9 AM to come see him, and I'd accepted the offer and flooed over under a glamour.
I chuckled quietly as I thought of the mad-eye moody like security checks we'd agreed upon after I told her I'd be coming under glamour. I'd had to announce my identity by complimenting Shacklebolt's boots, and asking if they were dragonhide.
Suddenly Shacklebolt stopped by a door and knocked. He poked his head in and said. "Lord Potter here to see Lord Black. Shall I let him in?"
Something was said, and a moment later I was let in. I saw Sirius sitting on the bed, he was looking rather scruffy. But already a lot better than how I guessed he'd looked a few hours ago.
I stopped at the side of the bed and bowed, then I spoke rather pompously, "Mylord Black, it's an honour to make your acquaintance." It was quite the struggle to channel all that Percy Weasley energy without bursting out laughing.
Sirius blinked, then blinked again, then he quietly muttered to a man I didn't know. "Ted, is he always like this?"
I couldn't hold it any longer, I promptly burst out laughing.
"Oh thank Merlin." Sirius muttered before he started chuckling too. "Come give your dogfather a hug." The hug was nice, I was happy I had another chance with Sirius.
When he let me go he started introducing me to everyone.
"The healer standing there is my cousin Andromeda Tonks née Black." Then he pointed to the man sitting next to me. "That's her husband Ted. And the pink haired one is their daughter Nymphadora."
"Call me that and I'll hex you into a coma."
"Madam Tonks, surely you, as a daughter of House Black taught your daughter better than to threaten the Heir Black, in front of the Lord Black." I said, winking at her to make it clear I was kidding.
"I did teach her better, even if I'm no longer a member of House Black." Andromeda sighed.
"Wait, how can I be Lord Black? I was disowned, and how are you Heir Black?" Sirius interrupted.
"You weren't disowned. Do you honestly think your grandfather, who fought Grindelwald would disown his grandson for being sorted into Gryffindor and let a servant of Voldemort's take over his house? Your grandfather's best friend and brother in law was a Gryffindor for Merlin's sake." I exclaimed.
"You've been Lord Apparent of House Black since your grandfather Arcturus died in early march." I said.
"How do you know that?" Sirius asked.
"I'm Heir Black, the family magic told me." I answered simply.
"How are you Heir Black?" my dogfather questioned.
I explained to them my theories I'd explained to Amelia the day before, when Amelia walked in.
She smiled at Sirius and asked me how I was.
"I'm well, thank you."
Then she asked Sirius the same thing, but his answer shocked me.
"I'm recovering madam Bones." He said with an emotionless mask on his face.
I saw the hurt pass over Amelia's face, and spoke up.
"Might I have a word in private with my dear godfather?"
Andromeda took the initiative, I thought she might've seen the hurt on Amelia's face too. "Good idea! Everyone out, now!"
As soon as everyone had left and Nymphadora had closed the door behind her I cast a privacy charm. Then I slapped Sirius on the back of his head.
"Ow! What was that for!" he exclaimed.
"For being an idiotic prat!" I answered.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh don't play dumb Sirius, the emotionless face? Calling her madam Bones? You blame her for what happened to you."
"Of course I do, she's the head of the DMLE! She was my fiancée! She should've known I was innocent!"
I glared at him and slapped him again for good measure. "Sirius, all the evidence pointed to you being guilty. And she wasn't even allowed in the DMLE for over three months after your imprisonment."
"What do you mean she wasn't allowed in the DMLE for over three months?"
"I mean exactly that. She was forced on unpaid leave for two weeks the morning after the my parent's deaths, probably because the two of you were engaged and you were the prime suspect. A day after your imprisonment the entire Bones family went on a family outing, but seeing as Amelia was depressed after your imprisonment, her brother asked her to take care of Susan as Susan didn't like crowded places. The entire Bones family was killed by a few vengeful Death-eaters. So Amelia was forced to take the standard three months unpaid leave." I explained.
"By the time she was allowed to return your guilt and apparent trial had been paraded all over the Daily Prophet. It said you'd confessed. What was she supposed to think?"
"I- I had no idea." He whispered.
"Good, I'm going to go out, and let her in. Behave!" I growled the last part, then I walked towards the door.
"Amelia, he'd like to talk to you in private." I said.
After Amelia had closed the door Andromeda asked "You set him straight?"
"Yup, had to hit him a couple of times. But he understood in the end."
(-oIOIo-)
Harry POV
Wednesday, August 7th1991 9:45 AM, portkey departure area, Gringotts, London, UK
I was about to leave for Brussels in five minutes. I'd been handed a portkey by a grumpy looking Goblin in the portkey office. You could truly get anything at Gringotts for the right price, even an illegal international portkey.
"Mister Potter, your portkey leaves in thirty seconds, please hold on tightly." The Goblin grunted.
I took a deep breath and grabbed the rope I'd been given tightly.
(-oIOIo-)
Harry POV
Wednesday, August 7th1991 10:50 AM, portkey arrival area, Banca Ménise, Brussels, Belgium
(AN2: I thought it prudent to but another time cut here, to signify the change of location and time-zone. Let me know what you think of it, and whether I should remove it)
I felt a hook behind my navel, then I felt a spinning motion. And suddenly I arrived, and was launched unto the floor. Where I heard chuckles.
"My apologies for laughing, I haven't seen a portkey landing that bad in a while." An unknown woman said.
I stood up and said. "Don't worry about it. Lord Harold Potter, I have a 10 AM appointment with Conte David Ménise."
"Of course, through that door. Take an elevator on the left, up to the top floor. Then turn right, talk to Conte Ménise's assistant." Then she pointed towards a double door.
I followed the instructions and arrived by Conte Ménise's assistant. I addressed her.
"Lord Harold Potter here to see Conte Ménise, please." I smiled, as I spoke to her.
"Of course Milord." She smiled, then she stood up and walked towards a double door. She knocked on it and walked in.
I looked around, admiring the logo for a moment. It seemed, noble. It was the same crest I'd seen on Conte Ménise's letter.
When she returned she smiled at me again. "Conte Ménise will see you now." And she led me inside.
She announced me formally. "Lord Harold Potter, sir."
I walked into the room and saw a beautiful office with a wonderful view over the city. There was a man sitting behind a large mahogany desk.
He stood up and said "Merci Sophia."
"Thank you Sophia."
"Lord Potter, it's a pleasure to meet you again." He said in a slight French accent.
"The pleasure is all mine, Conte Ménise. I apologise I can't remember having met you before." I said, a little curious.
"Once, when you were… three months old? I think." He said. "Your parents brought you here, so I could meet the Heir Potter."
"I had no idea." I answered.
"Let's get to business. Would you like something to drink?" he asked.
"Tea, please."
"Jeremy, un café et un pot de thé s'il te plaît."
"Jeremy, a coffee and a pot of tea please."
He called a house-elf, apparently named Jeremy, it popped in listened to what the Conte said, and said. "Yes master David."
A few moments later he popped back with a platter, with a coffee pot, a teapot, cups, sugar and milk.
"Thank you." I said.
"Let's get down to business. I invited you here because I thought it'd be a good idea to go over your assets at our bank."
"Assets, you mean besides what I, gained from Dumbledore?" I asked.
"Indeed. You have quite a lot of money and other assets in our bank, both in the magical and non-magical world." He said.
"If I may ask, why would the Potter family have any assets in your bank? A bank without any branches in the British Isles. I mean no offence." I pondered.
"No no, no offence taken. We're the oldest bank in the world, and Gringotts' primary competitor. We have branches in continental Europe, the Middle-East, Africa, Asia and South-America. In fact the Potters kept all their properties with our bank before the Goblins opened their branch in London in the early eleventh century. However seeing as we never spread into what the muggles would call the British Commonwealth, except for India. The Potters kept the majority of their assets at Gringotts. They did have some assets with us, in what was geographically the nearest branch to their residence. In case the Goblins rebelled and they lost access to their vaults." He explained. I had no idea about this, just another thing to be mad at Dumbledore about.
"So, what do I have?" I asked.
What followed was two hours of him telling me about all the Potter assets in their bank, mostly in the muggle world. Though we had some assets in the magical world too. I got a debit card, and credit card.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Enter." David said.
"My apologies for interrupting, sir." The assistant said in what I just realised was a slight American accent. "But a letter was just delivered for Lord Potter."
"Really? That's curious, no-one except Gringotts knows I'm even here." I said.
"Thank you, Sophia." David said.
"There is one more thing, sir." She said, she seemed to be hesitating.
"Epistula allata est ab quodam elves familia." she said, in a foreign language I couldn't for the life of me understand.
"The letter was brought by one of the family house elves."
"Cognoscis quod unum?" the Director answered.
"Did you recognise which one?"
"Familiare videbatur, sed digitum in eo ponere non possum."
"It seemed familiar, but I can't put my finger on it."
"Ne cures, cognata tibi gratias."
"Don't worry, thank you cousin."
She nodded, then left. I blinked, and asked. "If you don't mind me asking, what language was that?"
He smirked. "It was Latin. Our family is very widespread, so rather than struggling with languages or translation spells it was decided that every member of the family was to learn Latin. It's our familial universal language. Also quite useful to have private conversations in public."
"Smart. Well I'll take a look at this," I indicated the letter. "when I'm home. Is there anything else you need from me?"
"No, thank you that's all." The conto said.
I walked out and asked the secretary. "Excuse me, miss. Is there some place where I might take a portkey home without being hospitalised by anti-portkey wards?" I asked, with a smile.
"I believe you arrived by portkey? Right next to the door for the portkey arrival room there is another that says portkey departure. There you can portkey home without being, hospitalised." She said, with a smile.
"Thank you."
(-oIOIo-)
Harry POV
Wednesday, August 7th1991 12:15 PM, Entrance Hall, Potter Castle, Lake District, Cumbria, UK
I arrived at Potter Castle in a very dignified manner, I definitely didn't fall on my face. After I totally didn't stand up and dust myself off I went upstairs to my office and sat down. I was rather curious about the letter I'd received. It didn't have a seal, the wax was blank.
"How do I know it isn't cursed though?" I muttered.
"If it was, your rings would be glowing and vibrating." Grandfather Charlus' voice said.
I definitely didn't squeak as I turned around in a very dignified manner. "I'm sorry?"
"The Lord's and Heir's rings of magical families are enchanted to detect, cursed and hexed objects, as well as mind-altering magics." Grandpa repeated.
"Cool. Thanks grandpa." I said, and promptly opened the letter.
Lord Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, Potter, Evans
Heir Peverell, Black
Our names are Marco Ménise, and Helena Cortelthy. We were sent by Lady Love to, aid you in your tasks. Would it be possible for you and Lady Apparent Ravenclaw, Dagworth-Granger to meet us in a private dining room at the Leaky Cauldron at noon GMT on August 13th?
If so, ask Tom for Private room 7. We'll be there.
Hoping you are well,
Marco Ménise, Scion of House Ménise.
Helena Cortelthy, Scion of House Cortelthy.
That was weird, Lady Love. Did that mean Aphrodite?
Geminio I cast at the letter, to make a duplicate.
Then I wrote another letter,
Hey Hermione,
I just got this letter. What do you think? I think we should go, but how to get you away from your parents? See you on Friday.
Love
Harry
I put the letter to Hermione in an envelope, then also put the other letter back in it's envelope, then I called Jerry.
As he popped in I said, "Jerry, please bring these letters to Hermione Granger." I said. I gave the letter I'd written to him and said. "This one first." Then I handed the other letter over. "Give this one only after she's read the first one." Oh and make sure you only do this when you know Hermione is alone.
Fifteen minutes later I got a return letter.
Hi Harry,
I have an idea. On Friday when we come to visit I suggest you mention the library, I could then act very enthusiastic when hearing of the library, and you could invite me to come over next Tuesday to explore it, and the grounds together. What do you think?
Love,
Hermione
I gasped, Hermione was a genius. I'd almost forgotten about Hermione and her parents visiting. It'd been planned by letter on Monday. We'd go to Gringotts, Hermione would do an inheritance test. Then they'd all come to Potter Castle for dinner.
Hi Hermione,
Sounds wonderful. You truly are a genius. I was wondering, what are your parents' full legal names? I need them to give them entrance to the wards. And do your parents (or you) have any allergies or other dietary restrictions?
Love,
Harry
I smiled, called Jerry, and had him bring the letter to Hermione again, only when she was alone. Then I got up and went downstairs for another delicious dinner.
After dinner Jerry had returned with another letter from Hermione.
Hi Harry,
My parents' full names are Daniel William Hector Granger and Emma Mary Granger. None of us have allergies, my parents try to avoid processed sugars as much as possible, but when they get invited to a fancy dinner party in a castle they'll probably make an exception *wink wink*.
Love,
Hermione
After a delicious dinner I called Twinkle. "What may Twinkle bes doings for Master?" she said as she popped in and curtsied.
"First of all, dinner was delicious, as always." At this the female elf blushed rather cutely.
"Thank yous master Harry." she said.
"Also, I wanted to warn you. On Friday evening we'll be having three guests. None of them have allergies, though if you could go light on the sugars that'd be good." I said kindly.
"Of course master Harry. What would Master Harry's menu preferencies be?" she asked.
"Now that's an excellent question. Why don't you surprise me. Oh, and could you make sure there are a few bottles of wine at the ready."
"Yes master Harry." she said, and popped away.
(-oIOIo-)
Hermione POV
Friday, August 9th1991 3:40 PM, Barclay's Bank, Charing Cross Road, London, UK
Harry had asked us to meet him here, I was wondering why we hadn't agreed to meet closer to the Leaky Cauldron. But I hadn't the opportunity to question it further as suddenly the aforementioned teenager appeared out of an alleyway.
"Good Afternoon." He spoke.
"Good Afternoon, Harry." All three of us chorused.
He looked at us kind of weirdly. "That was, odd. How are you?"
After a bit more chitchat and greetings he asked. "Shall we head inside?"
"Yes, about that? I thought we were going to Gringotts?" My dad questioned.
"We are. This is their muggle entrance, I'm kind of a celebrity in the magical world and I'd rather avoid getting mobbed by the press. Besides, this is a shorter walk." He said with a big smile, as he led us inside.
He went to one of the tellers and said. "Harry Potter here to see Financial Advisor Robert Johnson, please."
He answered, "Of course mister Potter." Then he pointed "That hallway, turn right. Third door on the left, it has a little plaque on the door."
"Thank you." He answered, though by the look of his face I thought he'd done this as a formality more than anything else.
He led us down the hallway and guided us to a door. He knocked on said door and spoke, "Mister Johnson, I'm passing through to Gringotts please."
Mister Johnson was grabbing a book from a shelf and quickly ran back to his desk and pressed a button. The bookshelf he was just looking in opened up, it had a hidden door behind it. "Gringotts hopes you have a nice day." He said.
As we walked in I said. "That was so cool. It feels like we're in a spy movie."
Harry turned at me and said. "I had the exact same thought the first time I did it."
He addressed a goblin behind a desk. "Please inform His Royal Highness, The Honourable Account Manager Ragnok VIII that Lord Potter and friends are here to see him at his convenience."
"Of course, Lord Potter. His Royal Highness had warned us you were coming." Then he called out in the goblin tongue. Some goblin came running over.
"Please follow me, my lord." The running goblin said.
He nodded at us and started following the goblin.
After a few minutes we arrived at the door of Ragnok's office, we were led in and Harry greeted him.
"Good morning account manager Ragnok, may your enemies drown in their blood and their gold flow into your vault." He said, smirking at the looks we were giving me.
"And may your enemies start crying as they hear your name, and their vault keys be handed to you." Ragnok answered, also smirking at our looks.
"Your Highness, if you don't mind me asking. What was that?" Dad asked.
"Dan!" Mum hissed.
Ragnok and I shared a look and we both chuckled.
"Don't worry Doctor Granger, that was a traditional goblin greeting. If you'd like I can offer you a book on goblin culture and traditions, for a fee." Ragnok said.
"No need, I have a copy, they can borrow it." Harry smoothly interrupted.
"Let's get to business. Time is gold, and we're wasting both standing around chitchatting." Ragnok said, looking a little grumpy. "Lord Potter informed me of your suspicions that Miss Granger might be Heiress Dagworth-Granger. So we'll be doing an inheritance test."
"My apologies Your Highness, but how come I would be Heiress Dagworth-Granger, whilst Harry is Lord Potter?" I asked.
"No need to apologise Miss Granger. It's because Harry here is also Lord Peverell. One of The Founding Houses. Many years ago a law was passed saying that if there was no Lord the Heir could be emancipated once they'd passed their eleventh birthday. But that only applies to The Founding Houses, Dagworth-Granger is merely an Ancient and Noble House." Ragnok explained.
"And if I didn't have that, my parent's Last Will and Testament stated I was to be emancipated on my eleventh birthday." Harry added.
Then Ragnok grabbed two pieces of parchment, a dangerous looking knife, and put them on the desk.
"Why, exactly is there a big knife on the table." Mum asked concered.
"We'll need your daughters blood for the tests of course." Ragnok said with a straight face.
My dad was getting tense, his face was getting a little red and I saw he was about to protest.
"Ragnok," Harry sighed, unimpressed. "Hermione will use the knife to prick her finger and let three drops of blood fall on each parchment, at which point the knife will magically heal the wound."
I sighed, looked wearily at the knife, but did as instructed.
Bloodline Test
Hermione Jean Granger b. September 19th 1979
Father: Daniel William Hector Granger b. November 23rd 1949
Mother: Emma Mary Puckle b. May 30th 1953
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Lady of the Founding House of Ravenclaw (Maternal)
Lady of the Ancient and Noble House of Dagworth-Granger (Paternal)
"At this point you don't even surprise me anymore." Ragnok sighed.
"Will you be automatically taking over Hermione's accounts as well?" Harry asked the exasperated goblin.
He smirked. "Of course, for a fee."
"Would you like me to negotiate his contract on your behalf Hermione?" Harry asked me, smirking at his account manager who started paling.
"Why's he paling?" my dad asked.
"Because last time we negotiated he asked for 1.000.000 Galleons a year and ended up signing for 10% of every profitable deal he makes for me." Harry answered casually.
"I'm ashamed! I'm the Crown Prince of the Western-European goblin nation and I was out negotiated by a child!" Ragnok exclaimed. Then he muttered, "Bloody Potters."
I snickered, "Sure Harry, feel free to negotiate in my stead."
"10%" Harry promptly said.
"25%"
"7.5%"
"20%"
"5%"
"15%"
"You know maybe you should have your assets moved to Banca Ménise, I'm sure you could get a permanent portkey to their Belgian branch. The Director seems like a friendly fellow." Harry told me, winking discreetly.
"Fine, 10%" Ragnok said.
"See? That wasn't so hard was it? Now shall we look at the Abilities test?" Harry said.
"Uppity Potters." Ragnok muttered, at which point my parents and I burst out laughing.
Abilities Test
Hermione Jean Granger b. September 19th 1979
Magical Abilities:
Affinity for Occlumency
Non-Magical gifts:
IQ: 178
"Well I'll be damned." Harry muttered as he saw the parchment.
My parents were both shocked, mouth agape.
"This means there's like," Harry thought for a moment "2500 to 3000 people with an IQ higher than yours."
"2500 people in the UK with a higher IQ?" My mum exclaimed.
"Hunh? Oh no, that's in the entire world. Of all 5.5 billion humans on earth."
"Isn't it 5.3 billion humans?" I asked.
"A little over 5.3 billion, but that's only those legally registered in the muggle world. There's about one wizard for every 4000 non-magicals. So there's actually a little under 5.5 billion humans on earth."
"What's occlumency?" mum asked.
"Occlumency is a form of mind art. There's Occlumency and Legilimency, Legilimency is the penetrating of another person's mind. Occlumency is the opposite, it's the protecting of one's own mind." Harry explained.
"An affinity for Occlumency means you'll have a much easier time learning it." Ragnok added.
We chatted a little more, I claimed my Lady's rings then we went to Potter manor. I was super enthusiastic about the library, and just like planned Harry invited me over next Tuesday to come explore the library.
(-oIOIo-)
Harry POV
Tuesday, August 13th1991 11:55 AM, The Leaky Cauldron, Diagon Alley, London, UK
I'd just gracefully floo-ed in to the leaky cauldron, when Hermione floo-ed in behind me.
She snickered when she saw me patting the dust off my robes which I totally hadn't gotten there by falling over when arriving.
I approached the counter and spoke to Tom "Hello sir, we have an appointment in private dining room 7, please."
"Of course, sir. And please, call me Tom. Everyone does." He said jovially, before leading us down a hallway on the ground floor.
"Here we are!" he said and knocked on the door.
The door was opened by a tall blonde guy with grey eyes who looked like he was fifteen and seemed familiar. "Ah, thank you Tom. Would you mind bringing us four chilled butterbeers?" he said, in a surprisingly young sounding voice.
Hermione and I stepped in and at that point I also saw a brunette girl with amber eyes, a little shorter than I, standing next to a chair.
The blonde guy was wearing a navy suit and tie, the brunette was wearing a salmon-orange summer dress. They were both dressed rather formally.
I startled suddenly, why did I call that colour salmon-orange? Oh, must have been something I'd overheard at the Dursley's.
As soon as the door closed they both formally introduced themselves, as Marco Ménise and Helena Cortelthy.
(AN3: I have gotten some complaints about the POV thing, so I want to read your opinions. There are two options. Option 1: I stay with the 1st person POV thingy I'm doing now. Option 2: I change to 3rd person POV.)
(AN4: Hihi, yes. I most definitely just did a cliffhanger.)
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