(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.)
(AN2: I know it's been a few weeks and I apologize, exam stress suddenly reared it's ugly head and I was quite busy getting ready, but I've managed to squeeze in some time to write a chapter.)
Chapter 7:
Harry POV
Tuesday, August 13th 1991 12:02 PM, The Leaky Cauldron, Diagon Alley, London, UK
After Tom had brought our butterbeers I asked "So, Mister Ménise, Miss Cortelthy. Why did you ask us to see you here?"
"Technically it's Visconte Ménise. But please, call me Marco." Marco said. "And me Helena." Helena also chimed in.
"Then you may call me Hermione." She said. "And me Harry."
"Hermione," Marco hummed "Are you sure I shouldn't be addressing you as Your Royal Highness or Your Majesty?"
I was confused as Helena rolled her eyes.
"What do you mean? Your Royal Highness?" I asked.
Hermione blushed as she said "I was named after Hermione, Queen of Sicily from Shakespeare's The Winter's Tale."
"Ah, so not the Princess of Sparta?" Marco asked.
"The Princess of Sparta?" I asked again.
"The daughter of King Menelaus and Helen of Troy. They were the King and Queen of Sparta, that is before Helen of Troy ran away from her arranged marriage with a foreign Prince." Marco explained.
"Don't mind him, he's a nerd." Helena said with a smirk.
"Hey!" the Blonde interjected.
"You two seem familiar." Hermione muttered, "But I can't put my finger on it."
"You were entering Gringotts as I left, on my birthday. Then I pointed at Marco, "You winked at me as I passed."
"Right!" Hermione exclaimed. "You two were sitting at Fortescue's later that day. Helena smirked at me!"
"Indeed, that was us. We wanted to keep an eye out in case anyone caused trouble." Helena said in a soft voice.
"The reason we asked the pair of you to come here is to formally meet you, and to discuss what your plans are for the future?" Marco said.
"And why should we tell you that?" I asked, wary.
"We were sent here by Lady Aphrodite to help you. How can we do that if we don't know what you need help with?" Helena answered in a tone suggesting my IQ was a double digit number.
"How do we know that's true?" Hermione asked.
"How else would we know you were removed from the timeline after getting killed by Lord Voldemort on May 2nd 1998. Then your future minds were put in your current bodies by Lady Aphrodite and The Moirae on July 30th 1991 early in the morning." Marco asked.
"Legilimency?" I asked.
"Although usually I would be quite capable of doing it, you forget the not so insignificant fact that Lady Aphrodite put a mind protection around your future memories to prevent exactly that." The amber eyed girl said.
Hermione and I communicated silently for a moment.
"Very well, we'll talk. First we want to get rid of Voldemort and Dumbledore. Our Political ideas lie in equality for all magical races and getting rid of the blood supremacist ideology. And make sure the magicals understand the muggle world better." I said.
"I also want freedom for all House-elves." Hermione said enthusiastically.
"Why would you want to free house-elves" Helena started.
"How can you condone slavery?!" she shrieked. "It's absolutely barbaric!" I winced at her loud voice.
She was about to continue ranting when Helena interrupted. "Wooow… calm down Lady Hitler."
"Lady Hitler? I- How dare you?!" Hermione exclaimed.
"How dare I? I'm sorry, I'm not the one going on about slowly, painfully exterminating an entire race." Helena said, at which the bushy-haired girl looked absolutely shocked.
"I- I don't want to exterminate them. I want to free them." Hermione said a lot more downtrodden.
"Freeing them is killing them. House-elves need to be bonded to a magical family, person or location or they'll slowly lose their magic, go insane and then die." Marco said.
"How long can a freed house-elf live?" I asked, morbidly curious.
"The longest recorded life-span of a freed house-elf was two years and a bit, but the average is one year." Helena said
"We can tell you more about that when we're at Hogwarts." Marco said.
"You'll be coming to Hogwarts?" I asked, surprised.
"Yup, we'll both be starting on September first." The amber-eyed girl said.
"In what year?" Hermione asked.
Marco raised his right eyebrow. "First year? Why?"
I chocked on the sip of butterbeer I was drinking. "You're a first year?" I exclaimed in between coughs.
Marco and Helena exchanged looks as if to say, 'Are they serious?'
"Yes, why?" Helena asked first.
Hermione pointed at Marco. "You look like you'll be starting your fifth year, fourth year at least."
"Oh, in my side of the family we're all very tall. And magicals go through puberty faster than non-magicals, that is if they're properly fed. But I assure you, we'll be first years. My eleventh birthday was in January." He answered with a big smile.
"If you're a first year, how come I never saw you last time around?" I asked.
"According to Aphrodite, last time we went to Beauxbatons. We would've met eventually, but we would've never gone to Hogwarts."
"What's wrong with Hogwarts?" Harry said indignantly.
Marco raised an eyebrow as Helena took a breath.
"Only that it's ranked as number 44 out of all the magical schools recognised by the ICW." the amber-eyed girl said.
"That's not that bad, is it?" Hermione asked.
"Oh no, not at all. The school that has been proclaiming itself to be the best magical school in the world being ranked 44th out of 65 is not bad at all." Helena said sarcastically.
"44th out of 65!" I exclaimed.
"Yup, and the only reason it's that high is because of how safe it is." Marco added.
"Oh, you're kidding." Hermione said, looking as if she'd understood. Hermione and I started chuckling but stopped after a moment when we saw the deadpan expressions on the other two magicals.
"Erm, but Hogwarts isn't safe." I said, unsure.
"It may not be now. But that's because of Dumbledore's meddling. If at full power and under appropriate management the wards are so powerful you couldn't walk in without the headmaster knowing it." Helena said.
"And probably also what you had for breakfast, and when the last time you peed was." Marco added.
"How do you know about the quality of education at Hogwarts anyways? You've never actually been…" Hermione asked.
"Oh, my Great-Aunt is one of the Netherland's representatives to the ICW. When she heard I was coming to Hogwarts she passed me the statistics in an attempt to convince me not to." Helena said.
Suddenly Marco asked a question that took me completely by surprise. "Hermione, I mean no offence, but why haven't you done anything about your front teeth?"
"I- I don't mind them." Hermione said sounding a little unsure.
"Liar." Helena said, at which point I glared at her.
Helena shrugged as she saw my glare. "Can you honestly tell me you believed that?"
I blushed slightly, when Hermione spoke up.
"My parents are dentists, they want me to have them fixed the normal way." She said.
"Oh, well then why haven't you gotten a healer to cast a shrinking charm on them yet?" Helena asked.
"I meant the muggle way."
"I know what you meant, but for us magicals, a shrinking charm is the normal way. Whether you like it or not, in the magical world braces are as abnormal as a man walking down the street in a tutu is in the muggle world." The girl explained kindly.
"My parents won't like that though." Hermione said.
"No offence Hermione, but your parents can go jump off a cliff if they'd rather see their daughter be bullied, than embrace the fact you're not in fact a muggle. Besides, you can only make a first impression once, which is why you should always look your best." Marco said.
"I-" Hermione hesitated for a moment, I gently grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze. "Ok, I'll do it.
"Would you like me to ask my mother to do it? She's a trained healer, and she's just a floo trip away." Marco asked with a kind smile.
"I'd like that."
"Great! But we'll have to do it after lunch. I'm absolutely starving." Marco said, causing everyone to laugh, thus releasing the tension that had build up in the room.
We continued talking during lunch.
"So, you said you wanted to do some political reforms." Helena said "I think we can help with that."
"We'd appreciate the help, though I'm not sure what two foreigners could do to help." I answered. "No offence."
"None taken, and we're not exactly foreigners. Both our mothers were British, and attended Hogwarts." Marco said proudly.
"Really?" Hermione asked.
"Yup, in fact I think they were in the same year as Harry's parents." Helena added. "That picture of the study group we found. Didn't your mum say something about a Lily Evans?"
"She did!" Marco exclaimed.
"But that's besides the point. No offence Harry." Helena said. "The important part is, we're not only half-brits, we're also both heads of British families, with seats on the Wizengamot." Then they both stuck out their left hands and showed a lord's ring each. They also had another ring each but it somehow seemed unimportant.
"I'm the Lord of The Founding House of Emrys." Marco said proudly.
"And I'm the Lady of The Founding House of Le Fey." Helena said, equally proudly.
"You're telling me, in this room there's all seven heads of the British founding houses?" I asked enthusiastically.
"Wait a minute, how can you both be the heads of those families if your parents are still alive?" Hermione asked, suspicious.
"The House of Emrys' Lordship can only be claimed by a person of the blood, and my mother rejected the title as she doesn't want to be the Lady of a British family when she lives in Belgium with her three children. So I'm next in line." Marco said.
"And the Le Fey title is matrilineal. And it can only be claimed by an unmarried women." Helena said.
"Does that mean your mother lost the title when she got married?" I asked.
"What? Oh no. My mother had no idea she was in line for the title until I claimed it on my eleventh birthday. And even if she had, the family bylaws only say the woman must be unmarried when they claim the title. Not so long as they want to hold the title. So even if I marry I'll be Lady Le Fey until I die or pass the title to one of my descendants."
"On Lady Aphrodite's recommendations I've had fake identities made for each of my titles not commonly known to belong to the Potter Family. Would you like to get that too?" I asked the group.
"Sure but, how are you making sure a simple finite can't reveal who we really are?" Helena asked.
I smirked at this, then I stood up and morphed my body to look like Marco's, then I smirked and changed into my dad. Then other people, Tom the barkeep, Dumbledore, Fudge then I turned back into myself and sat down.
All three were gaping at me.
Helena, the first to recover asked. "I presume you'll be making us new appearances and we'll be using Polyjuice?"
"Anyone have any idea when we will be having our first Wizengamot session?" Hermione asked.
"Saturday, 10 AM." I said.
Marco looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "Should we presume it isn't a coincidence that the session is one hour after the end of the ICW meeting?"
"It isn't. We're giving Lord Sirius Orion Black III the trial he never had. Whilst Dumbledore knew he was innocent of at least some of his crimes." I answered.
Helena whistled "Yes, that'd do it."
"Shall we head to Gringotts to get those fake documents then? We can go see my mum about your teeth afterwards Hermione." Marco offered.
"Let's do it." I said.
Marco flicked his wand and two hats flew to him. He handed one of them to Helena, I saw it matched the colour of her dress perfectly. And he put on the other one himself, that one was the same navy Blue as his suit and tie.
(-oIOIo-)
Marco POV
Tuesday, August 13th1991 3:47 PM, Gringotts, Diagon Alley, London, UK
We had just finished getting our fake identities, it was a little awkward for Harry to turn into three different women, with the matching women's robes. But he managed. As we walked out the door, I asked. "Shall we go to my place next then?"
I got nods from the other three people in my group, and led them to the Leaky Cauldron.
"Hello Tom, how much would it cost for four people to use the floo network?"
"That'd be four sickles, please." He said with a big smile.
I handed them over and told Harry and Hermione, "Ok, the floo address is The Penthouse. Oh damn, I should go through first. I'll have to add your names to the ward ledger. What are your full names?"
"Harold James Potter and Hermione Jean Granger" Harry said.
"Ok, I'll go through, and I'll floo-call when you've been added to the ward ledger."
Then I stepped into the fireplace and called out The Penthouse!
As I arrived at a penthouse my mum had bought in London I went to the ward ledger and added the names Hermione Jean Granger and Harold James Potter. I was able to do it because as my mother's eldest son I was also her Heir.
Then I threw some floo powder into the fireplace and called Diagon Alley! I put my head in and called out. "You can come through! You've been added to the ward ledger."
I pulled my head out the fireplace and called out "Muuuum! I'm hoooome!"
"In the study!" she called back, as Hermione floo-ed in, followed closely by Harry, who didn't step out, so much as he was launched out. I burst out laughing, and when Helena stepped out elegantly she saw Harry, and promptly started laughing too.
"C'mon, get up!" I told Harry, then I cast Scourgify at him.
"Oh, before we go in. You mind if I tell my mother about your true titles?" I asked.
Harry and Hermione looked at each other, and nodded. "Sure." They said simultaneously.
I led them to the study where my mother was sitting on a chair.
"Mother, may I introduce, Harold James Potter, Lord Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, Potter, Evans. Heir Peverell, Black. And Hermione Jean Granger, Lady Ravenclaw, Lady Dagworth-Granger." I said.
"Lord Potter, Lady Granger. May I introduce my mother, Contessa Theresa Ménise." At this point a golden retriever and a Malinois ran into the room wagging their tails.
They both looked like puppies, though the golden retriever looked a little older.
Both me and Helena got on the ground and started talking with our respective familiars. The Golden Retriever was my familiar, her name is Camilla. Helena's Malinois was named Max.
"Hellooo, how are you my beautiful girl? Who's a good girl? Who's a good girl? You are. Yes you are!" I said.
"Ahem, Marco. Could we get to the reason of our visit?" Harry said.
"Right, sorry." I blushed. "Hermione was, after some encouragement hoping to, no offence Hermione, have her rather large front teeth shrunk to a more, manageable size. I was hoping you would do it, for privacy's sake."
My mum looked at Hermione. "Is this what you want?"
"Yes ma'am." she answered.
"Please call me Theresa." She stood up and approached Hermione. "Give me a big toothy smile please."
Then she conjured a mirror, "I'm going to slowly start shrinking them, wave your hand when you're happy with the size."
A few moments later she waved her hand. Then she smiled around the room.
"Lovely." My mother said.
Then she smiled at Harry, "Lord Potter, I knew your parents, not well. But your mother and I were in the same year and the same study group at Hogwarts. If you ever want to hear a story or see some pictures, let me know."
"Please, call me Harry." he said.
"I'd love to but maybe some other time." Harry answered with a smile.
"Oh, so sorry. I'm being a terrible host. Does someone want to eat or drink something?" my mum said.
"Ooooh, could I get one of Bella's delicious mango iced teas?" Helena said, excited.
"Could I get one too?" I said.
"Would you want one of those too?" My mum asked our guests, who both shrugged and nodded.
"Bella," My mum called her elf "Could you make four mango iced teas and have them brought to the living room? And could you refill my teapot?"
"The informal dining room?" I asked.
My mum smirked. "I assumed you wanted to spend time together, but if you'd rather stay here with me you're welcome."
"No no, thank you. We'll go to the informal dining room." I said, then I hurried to the door.
"C'mon." I said.
My mum snickered. "Behave!" she called after me.
We all arrived in the dining room and sat down.
(-oIOIo-)
Harry POV
Tuesday, August 13th1991 16:12 PM, Ménise Penthouse, London, UK
"Alright, I think the first question is, what house do we want to get sorted into?" Marco said after we sat down in the dining room.
Right at that moment our drinks arrived, along with scones, cookies, chocolates and a variety of biscuits.
"Thank you, Bella!" Marco called out. "Please, serve yourself."
"So, what house should we go to?" Helena asked.
"Erm, we can't really choose can we? The sorting hat chooses for us." I said.
"Really now? And what do you think would happen if the four rightful Lords of the Hogwarts Founding families ordered the hat to sort us in a specific house?" Marco said.
"Ok, let's assume Harry and I can order the hat to sort the four of us in a specific house. What house?" Hermione asked.
"I'd say Ravenclaw." Helena said.
"Why Ravenclaw? What's wrong with the other three houses?" I asked, a little insulted. I was after all the Lord of the other three houses.
"Hufflepuff has a shitty reputation. And if we go to Gryffindor or Slytherin we'll be stuck in the Slythindor rivalry." The amber-eyed girl said proud of her thinking.
"Besides, two purebloods a halfblood and a muggleborn hanging around together in a house that is full of pureblood supremacists is a bad idea." I added.
"Are you hiding a pair of purebloods in your undies? Because I don't see any purebloods in the room." Marco asked with a raised eyebrow.
Helena facepalmed and started snickering.
I blushed, "No. Aren't you purebloods?"
"No. What made you think we were?" Helena asked after she'd stopped snickering.
"I assumed. Seeing as you're both well-versed in pureblood etiquette. And I know Marco comes from a very old family." I said.
"Nope, well we are both from old pureblood families. But both our mothers were muggleborns. They were best friends here at Hogwarts. So we're both halfbloods." Marco said.
"Even worse, three halfbloods and a muggleborn hanging around together in a house that is full of pureblood supremacists." I replied.
"Slytherin isn't full of pureblood supremacists. I can name three in our year alone that aren't supremacists." Marco said.
"So, all in favour of Ravenclaw?" I asked, quickly trying to change the subject, and raising my hand in the process.
The other three also raised their hands.
"Hold on, let me go grab something to write." Marco said, and ran off, closely followed by his dog who until now had been sitting at his feet.
When he returned he sat down and opened a carnet, he grabbed a fountain pen and wrote down TO DO: Then below it he wrote Get sorting hat to sort us in Ravenclaw.
"What else do we need to do?" Marco asked.
"Damn! Erm, if on Saturday we're going to the Wizengamot. We'll need Polyjuice Potion. It takes a month to brew. How will we get enough of it for 16 to 72 hours in the Wizengamot." I muttered, a little worried.
"We'll just buy it." Helena said.
"Where?" Hermione asked, confused.
"The Knockturn Alley apothecary, I'm unsure of what it's called but I'm pretty sure they'd sell it." Helena said.
"Or we could go to one of the 22 Ménise run apothecaries. One of which will surely sell me enough Polyjuice Potion that would last for the duration of the trial." Marco said.
"Hold on, let me make a few calls. Harry, could you get the needed hairs?" He then said, and walked out.
Helena called out. "Stella, could you get me, eight empty potions vials, a set of clippers, hair scissors, a hair comb, a bathrobe and a privacy screen. Oh, and make sure they're all squeaky clean."
"Yes, mistress." The female elf curtsied.
A minute later she popped back in with the requested items.
It took ten minutes, but we managed to get a vial of hairs for each of our alter egos.
"Good, I've made a few calls, the apothecary in Sri Lanka has enough in stock for what we need. The Polyjuice is on its way, it should arrive tomorrow morning, tomorrow evening at the latest." He said.
"I'm sorry, did you just say you were expecting a package from Sri Lanka to arrive tomorrow morning?" Hermione asked, shocked.
"Yup."
"Isn't that like, 5000 miles?" Hermione asked, still shocked.
"Colombo, the Sri Lanka capital is a little under 5500 miles from London. But it's getting shipped by Cortelthy Cargo."
"Cortelthy Cargo?" Hermione asked looking at Helena.
"Our family business." She answered.
"Rumour has it they can deliver anything anywhere, whether it be a muggle mailbox in Tokyo. Or a high-security cell in Nurmengard." Marco explained in a whisper.
Hermione and I looked at Helena who just smirked and said, "I can neither confirm or deny any such rumours."
"Moving on. What should we do about press?" Helena said.
"My account manager is in the process of acquiring majority ownership of the Daily Prophet by Saturday." I said.
"Good boy." Helena said. As Marco wrote Harry handles buying Prophet shares.
"Hey!" I exclaimed.
"Hay is for horses." Helena and Marco said simultaneously. And they promptly high-fived, without looking at each other.
Harry grumbled as Hermione snickered.
"What should we do about Quirrell and his, passenger?" The bushy-haired girl asked.
"Quirrell?" Helena asked confused.
"Passenger?" Marco asked, also confused.
"This year's DADA professor. He'll be possessed by Voldemort, who will be attempting to steal the Philosopher's stone hidden at Hogwarts." Hermione explained.
"Could you modify the wards in such a way that he either can't enter the Hogwarts grounds, or that once he has entered them he's sealed inside Quirrell's body?"
"Maybe, but until we try, we can't be sure." I said.
"Could we ask the sorting hat?" Hermione questioned.
Helena shrugged, "Worth a shot."
"Harry will have to do it." Marco said.
"Erm, sure. But why?" said green-eyed boy asked.
"Because it's possible any house-elf not belonging to you, Hermione or an inhabitant of the castle can't enter the wards. And seeing as Hermione has no house-elves we know of. It'd be easier if you did it." Helena said.
Harry thus called Jerry.
"Please go to Hogwarts' Headmaster's office, and get the sorting hat, conjure a fake replacement for the hat, oh and check the sorting hat for any tracking charms. If there are any, move them to the fake hat. Please make sure you're not seen or noticed by anyone or anything." Harry said.
"How come you can always finish Marco's sentences, and pick up on his line of thought?" Hermione asked suddenly, I was surprised at the question.
Helena smirked "We were wondering when you'd notice."
"Take a guess, we've dropped a few clues." Marco said with a smirk.
Hermione and I looked at them with narrowed eyes. Both thinking of the conversations they'd had that day.
"Two galleons says Harry figures it out." Marco added.
"Make it four." Helena followed up.
"You're a Legilimens." I said, at which Hermione's eyes widened.
"Ding, ding, ding! And the winner is! Looooord Potter!" Marco said in a gameshow voice.
Helena grumbled pulled out her moneybag and gave Marco the four galleons.
"Pleasure doing business." He said with a smirk.
"How'd you figure it out?" Hermione asked shocked.
"Helena's comment. When I questioned if she'd figured out we were time-travellers by using Legilimency she said she'd usually be quite capable of doing it." I answered a little smug in the knowledge I'd figured something out before Hermione.
"You've got yourself a smart one there. Don't let him go." Helena told Hermione with a wink. At which both Hermione and I blushed.
"Gosh, you two are like open books. We need to teach you Occlumency." Marco said.
At this point Jerry popped in with the sorting hat. "Thank you, please put it on the table." Harry said.
"What am I doing here? Who are you people?" The hat said indignantly.
Harry revealed his rings. "I am Lord Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Slytherin."
"And I am Lady Ravenclaw." Hermione said as she revealed her own ring.
The hat seemed to bow. "My apologies my lord, my lady. I hadn't recognised you. How may I be of service?"
"You can sit there and remain quiet." Marco said, as he pulled out his wand and started casting.
Stupefy Maxima, Specialis Revelio, Magica Revelare, Deprehendum magicae.
"I see, some form of artificial sentience, a strong compulsion, and something blocking an auto-cleaning charm." Marco said.
Compulsio dissecare.
"The compulsion is, if I understand this correctly, it allows five options. Dumbledore can force the hat to sort someone into a specific house, or he can let it sort the student into the house it wants."
Finite Compulsio. At this the hat twitched. Deprehendum magicae.
"There, that should do it." Marco said. Enervate.
The hat blinked, shook itself and said "Thank you, whomever you are. I- I haven't felt this good in years."
"What's your name?" Hermione asked in a soft tone.
"Godric named me Alabaster."
"Well then Alabaster, how many students have you sorted according to Dumbledore's orders rather than your own personal opinion?"
"I've lost count." Alabaster said, ashamed.
"I know I was already ordered a few things by Headmaster Dumbledore for this year. I was to put Lord Gryffindor here, along with a mister Ronald Weasley and a mister Neville Longbottom in Gryffindor house. Misters Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle were to go to Slytherin."
"Ok, we're going to give you only one order. The four of us are to be placed in Ravenclaw house." Hermione said.
"Beyond that we have a few recommendations, but they are by no means orders. Neville Longbottom is definitely good for Gryffindor, but Ronald Weasley would be better suited for Slytherin. And Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle should go to Slytherin." I added to my soulmate's request.
"Really Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Think about it for a moment, Ron is a sneaky bugger, he's more cunning than he is loyal, brave or smart. He tricked both of us into thinking he was our friends for years." I explained my reasoning.
(AN: If for some reason anyone is re-reading this chapter, yes I've changed where Draco Malfoy and the bookends were sorted. Because I felt like it'd be more fun for me to write a Slytherin Malfoy, rather than a Hufflepuff Malfoy. Besides, I'd like to see what would happen if Ron and Draco were in the same house together, and how long it'd last before they started trying to kill each other.)
"Language Harry, though I suppose you do have a point." Hermione said.
"You should ask him about the possession wards." Helena said.
"Right, erm. Alabaster, I have a question for you. We have it on good authority that Quirinus Quirrell, the new DADA professor will be possessed when he arrives at Hogwarts on September first. Is there a ward that can prevent him from entering?"
"Wait a minute. That's a bad idea." Marco interrupted.
"Hunh, why?" Harry asked.
"Because we have a golden opportunity. We will know exactly when and where a disembodied Voldemort-prime will be." Helena answered the question.
"Instead of locking him out of Hogwarts which will just cause Voldie-prime to flee, we should instead try to lock him into Quirrell's body, or into some other vessel of some sort. Then we might be able to interrogate him." Marcus continued.
"That's a wonderful idea, but where do we find the magics required to do that? I don't know if you know this, but books on soul-magic are very rare, not to mention very illegal. The ICW and various Departments of Mysteries around the world, and similar organisations are the only ones legally allowed to have them. It's literally the only branch of magic with no positive uses for mortals." Helena said.
"What do you mean, for mortals?" Hermione asked, and I agreed it seemed very weird to say such a thing.
"The gods have positive uses for soul-magic, but only gods can use those magics." Helena answered.
"Rome, I need to go to Rome." Marco said in a serious voice.
Helena gasped, "Of course."
Hermione and I exchanged uncertain looks before we asked. "What's in Rome?"
"The seat of the Ménise family, and with it the only person who can give me access to the Libri Nigri. It's a section of the Ménise library. Filled with books on all kinds of black-magics, some darker sacrificial magics, a few very dark blood-magics, some of the darker rituals, and every book on soul-magic my family owns."
"Didn't you just say they were illegal for anyone but the ICW and government research facilities?"
"Hunh? Oh." Marco blushed. "We might've gotten a special dispensation snuck into that law. Please don't tell anyone, if you do I'll have to obliviate you."
"I'll have to ask for an audience with The Rex for that."He sighed.
"I'd offer to come along, but we both know that's impossible." Helena answered
"I appreciate it, but I'll be fine." Marco said.
"If you'll excuse me for a moment, I need to make a phone call." Marco said.
"Why does he seem so, depressed at the thought of going to the Head of the Family?" I asked.
"It's not my place to say, all I'll say is this. Being from the richest, largest and most influential family in the world isn't always a picknick. There's a lot of expectations, on him more than most." Helena said with a sigh.
We heard Marco raise his voice in the hallway, in a language I thought might've been Latin.
"Sorry about that, but the eight, soon to be tenth in line to Dukedom of Belgium isn't a first priority for the Rex to meet." Marco said as he entered the room.
"Soon to be tenth?" I asked curious about what he meant.
"Oh, my cousin Andreas' wife is expecting twins to be born in late November. He's 3rd in line, after my uncle and my grandfather. So his children will be fourth and fifth." He explained.
"Then I told his assistant it was about ending a violator of magic and suddenly I have an audience tomorrow morning."
Hermione looked at the clock and said. "Oh dear, it's almost 6pm I need to get home."
"Ask your parents if you can come the day after tomorrow. We'll be doing an emergency course about the Wizengamot on Thursday and Friday." Helena said.
"Oh and Hermione, if your parents are giving you trouble about the teeth, please let me know. I'm most happy to help." Marco said, oddly as he said it there was a slight wind in the room.
"Thank you, Marco. Could I borrow one of your elves to go back and forth, Harry?"
"Huh, oh sure. I'll tell Greyclay if you call he's to come."
"Why? Don't you have your own elves Hermione?" Helena asked.
"No, I'm muggleborn."
"Yes, but you're also the Lady of two wizarding families, one of which hasn't been thought extinct for that long." Helena answered patiently.
"True, I'll give it a shot." I, Hermione Jean Granger Lady of the Ancient and Noble house of Dagworth-Granger call unto me the Head Elf of House Dagworth-Granger.
A pop was heard, and a male elf popped in. "What mays Dicey bes doings for Mistress Hermione?"
"When I say so please pop me to my bedroom in 8 Heathgate, Hampstead Garden Suburb, London."
"Yes mistress Hermione." The elf said, then she stood there looking at her mistress.
Then she gave Harry a hug, kissed Helena on the cheek and shook Marco's hand.
"Bye everyone, see you on Thursday!"
Then she said "Now Dicey!" and was promptly popped away.
"C'mon Harry, I'll lead you to the floo." Helena said.
A minute later, Harry stepped into the fire and called out Potter Castle.
(AN3: Thank you for reading everyone. I hope you enjoyed the addition of Marco and Helena, if you did please Follow, Favourite and Review.)
Review Answers:
Kallanit: Because I completely forgot about it. But for the story's sake we'll say they were distracted by their disgust of the evilness that is a Horcrux.
KingJoia: He can remember everything, but that doesn't mean he's actively thinking about everything that's ever happened to him at every moment. He got distracted and it got pushed to the background in his mind.