Before I start this chapter I'd like to apologize for my erratic and practically non-existant update schedulde over the past few months. I've been very busy with exam prep, and then my actual exams, but now I'm finished with my exams. And I shall have 6 months to make sure I have a lot of pre-written chapters for my next exam period. Henceforth I shall once more be doing my utmost best to upload a new chapter every Sunday afternoon GMT.
(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 9 Freedog:
Previously on Bound Through Time: (Oooh, that's new isn't it?)
Dumbledore sighed. "Madam Bones, I believe you had a trial. May I ask who the accused is?"
"Of course, Chief Warlock. The accused is a person who has suffered in Azkaban without a trial for many years. I'm talking about Lord Sirius Orion Black III Lord of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black." Madam Bones said.
Harry POV
Saturday, August 17th1991 10:14 AM, Wizengamot Chambers, Ministry of Magic, London, UK
*Uproar, outrage, screaming and shouting.*
"SILENCE!" Dumbledore shouted, banging his gavel.
"Thank you, Chief Warlock." Madam Bones said, completely unconcerned. "We have a duty to the magical population to make sure Lord Black gets a trial immediately." She answered, still seeming very calm.
"Point of order!" Lady Le Fey called out. I smirked, this would be fun. We'd prepared this.
"Lady Le Fey has the floor." Dumbledore announced.
She walked down to the floor of the Wizengamot. My Lords and Ladies, Ministry Employees, elected representatives of the people. We are here today to correct a wrong. A little under ten years ago a man was sent to Azkaban without ever seeing the inside of a courtroom. He was sent there, probably by the ministry."
"Hem, Hem."
"It is our duty to make sure Lord Black gets a trial at once!" Lady Le Fey continued as though she hadn't heard.
"Hem, Hem."
Lady Le Fey seemed annoyed now, but she continued her speech. "Because if we do not gi-"
"Hem, Hem!"
"Morgana help me," the disguised Helena muttered. "Will whomever thought it to be a good idea to bring their pet toad to the Wizengamot Chambers please silence the ruddy thing?" She exclaimed, angry.
"I beg your pardon." Umbridge said.
"You can beg later, it's quite rude to interrupt someone who's talking." Helena said, which got her a smattering of laughter and a few cheers. "As I was saying, if we don't give Lord Black a trial now. We're setting the dangerous precedent that the Ministry of Magic may throw whomever they want into Azkaban. Who's to say Lord Malfoy or Lord Nott won't be next?"
"Their bribes to the minister!" Marco shouted, which got him a few chuckles, this time from the Progressives and the Conservatives, and from the elected representatives.
"Ok, that was probably a bad example." Helena said. "The point is, it is our duty to give Lord Black a trial now, and to make sure no one ever again ends up in Azkaban without a trial."
"Hem, Hem. Lady Le Fey. I'm sorry, this may seem quite silly of me, but it sounded like you were accusing the ministry of having Black thrown in Azkaban." The pink-clad toad said, in a sugary sweet voice that could give a person diabetes.
"Didn't I make that obvious? Lord Black wasn't thrown into Azkaban by the fairies. Who are you anyways, to violate Wizengamot protocol." She asked, acting confused at first, then angry.
"I am Lady Dolores Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister." The toad said.
"No you're not. You're Miss Dolores Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister. The House of Umbridge is a Magical House, nothing more. And you're not wearing a Lady's ring either. Which means you're a pencil pusher. And your job is to sit here, take notes and shut up. Now do that you toad-faced bint." Helena snarked back, getting herself another few cheers.
"Might we get back to the Black case?" Madam Bones asked, as Helena got back to her throne-like chair.
"Yes, of course. We really should get the man a trial." Fudge blustered.
Madam Bones nodded at a pair of aurors by a door next to her. Then she pressed a rune, and the chained chair I'd sat in for my own trial rose out of the floor.
When Sirius sat down Madam Bones announced "In the case of the Ministry of Magic against Lord Sirius Orion Black III. We accuse Lord Black of the following: One count of violating the Statute of Secrecy. Two counts of accessory to the murder of Lord and Lady Potter. One count of being a member of a terrorist organisation known as The Death Eaters. Twelve counts of the murder of muggles. And one count of murder of Peter Pettigrew. How do you plead?"
Sirius, who was sitting in the chair of the accused, looking as though he was merely waiting for his order in a coffee shop announced "Not Guilty on all charges."
"Point of order!" both Lord Gryffindor and Lord Potter, two versions of myself called out at the same time.
"Lord Gryffindor first, then Harry." Dumbledore said.
"Doesn't Lord Black have a legal representative?" my Lord Gryffindor persona asked.
"He does, Edward Tonks." Madam Bones said then she looked around.
"Aurors, find out where he is. I know for a fact he was in the Ministry as of half an hour ago." The DMLE head said, angry.
A minute later some swearing was heard from outside. "My apologies for my lateness Lord Black. It appears Undersecretary Umbridge told the aurors outside to not let any lawyers in or they'd lose their jobs." Edward Tonks announced as he entered the room.
Madam Bones glared at Umbridge.
"Very well, Harry?" Dumbledore asked, giving me the word.
"It's Lord Potter, Albie. I have an objection against the count of murder of Peter Pettigrew."
"What is it?" the Merlin wannabe asked, with his terribly disappointed face.
"He's not dead." I declared, before calling Toby. Who promptly popped the rat into the courtroom, bound and gagged.
This time the outrage was in the form of quiet mutterings as a second chair came out of the floor next to Sirius'.
"Very well." Madam Bones said as the mutterings calmed down. "Lord Black, do you consent to taking veritaserum?"
"I insist on it." Sirius said, vehemently.
Madam Bones nodded at an auror, who promptly walked forward and followed the procedures of giving Sirius veritaserum.
"What is your full name and title?" Madam Bones asked, starting the interrogation.
"Lord Sirius Orion Black III, Head of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black."
"What is your date of birth?"
"November 3rd 1959."
"What was your Hogwarts house?"
"Gryffindor." He said in an eerie emotionless voice.
"The veritaserum is working." Madam Bones announced.
"On the night of October 31st 1981, were you Lord and Lady Potter's secret keeper?"
"No." Sirius said in a monotone voice.
"Who was?" Madam Bones asked.
"Peter Pettigrew."
"How can you be sure Peter Pettigrew was the secret keeper?" Madam Bones asked.
"He verbally spoke the secret in my presence, and I was a witness to him becoming the secret-keeper." Sirius answered, again in a monotone voice.
"Who cast the Fidelius Charm." The redhead asked.
"Objection! That's not important to this trial." Dumbledore exclaimed, covering up Sirius' response.
"Who cast the Fidelius Charm." Madam Bones insisted.
"Albus Dumbledore."
"How can you be sure Albus Dumbledore cast the Fidelius Charm?" Amelia asked, this time with a slight smirk.
"I saw him do it."
There were mutterings, and there were glares directed at the chief warlock.
"Were you a Death Eater?" Amelia asked.
"No."
"Did you cast the spell that killed the 12 muggles and supposedly killed Peter Pettigrew on the morning of November 2nd 1981 in Coventry?"
"No."
"Please described what happened between the evening of October 31st 1981 and your arrival in Azkaban."
"On the evening of October 31st 1981 I went to Peter's safehouse. It was agreed that I would check in on him every Saturday. When I found the place empty, with no signs of a struggle I got worried. So I went to the Potter's in Godric's Hollow. I was too worried to apparate without splinching myself so I took my bike. When I arrived there the house was in ruins. I went inside, I-" Sirius took a shaky breath. "I saw James dead, on the floor. I heard a noise and went upstairs. Lily was dead too, but Harry wasn't. I picked him up and walked outside."
There was complete silence in the Wizengamot chamber.
"As I was walking out Hagrid arrived. He said he'd been ordered by Dumbledore to pick Harry up and bring him to Hogwarts so Harry could later be brought to the Dursley's. I don't know why, but suddenly I felt like handing Harry over and hunting down Pettigrew felt like the best idea I'd ever had." Sirius said.
This caused a few more mutterings.
"I tracked him down two days later in Coventry. I planned on taking him in, on making sure he went to Azkaban and suffered for his crimes. When he spotted me he shouted how I had betrayed James and Lily, then he cast a blasting curse at the ground, which hit a gas pipe. Then he cut off his finger and transformed into his animagus form of a common brown rat."
"Any further questions?" Madam Bones asked.
There was no response. "All in favour of clearing the defendant of all charges!" Madam Bones asked.
Everyone voted, after a few moments Dumbledore announced, almost, disappointed. "Lord Black is cleared of all charges. Lord Black, I apologise for this great miscarriage of justice. I reward you one million galleons, 100.000 galleons for every year you were imprisoned. To be paid by the ministry into the Black Family Vault by the end of this month."
"All in favour of trying Pettigrew now?" Hermione called out, disguised as Lady Ravenclaw.
Everyone voted, and Dumbledore announced the results. "Motion carries. We will be trying Mister Pettigrew now."
Amelia read out the same charges she'd read to Sirius, except without the murder of Peter Pettigrew.
"Mister Pettigrew, how do you plead." She asked.
"Not Guilty. I was under the imperius curse!" he said, quite panicked.
"Point of order!" Lord Slytherin called.
"Granted." Dumbledore answered.
"I'd just like to point out that Peter Pettigrew was legally declared dead nearly a decade ago. And thus legally he has the same rights as a corpse. Which means that there are no laws preventing an auror of forcing him to take veritaserum." He said with a smirk that caused Pettigrew to whimper.
"Thank you, Lord Slytherin. I hadn't thought of that." Madam Bones said with a smirk, before nodding at the same auror that had dosed Sirius.
Said auror followed the same procedure he had earlier when he dosed Sirius.
"What is your name and title." Madam Bones asked.
"Peter Patrick Pettigrew, of the Magical House of Pettigrew."
"What is your date of birth?"
"May 12th 1960."
"What was your Hogwarts house?"
"Gryffindor." The rat said, tonelessly.
"The veritaserum is working." She announced, before asking all the questions she'd asked Sirius. This time however the accused was clearly guilty.
"I also bring into evidence the Last Will and Testament of Lord James and Lady Lily Potter." Madam Bones said loudly after having questioned Pettigrew.
"I object! I had that will sealed for the protection of Harry Potter!" Dumbledore said, looking a little worried.
"Point of order!" I said from the Peverell seat. "I, and Madam Bones read the will. And I can state that the only person that would be protected by not reading the will now would be Lord Dumbledore and his reputation as leader of the light."
"Indeed." The redhead said imperiously, before starting to read the will out loud.
"All in favour of finding Peter Pettigrew guilty of all charges?"
After Dumbledore got the results of the vote he announced. "Peter Patrick Pettigrew, we find you guilty of all charges. For punishment. I suggest, 10 years in Azkaban?"
"All in favour of life in Azkaban?" I asked.
There were a few gasps.
"Harry, you must learn to forgive. I'm sure that Mister Pettigrew will repent after a few years in Azkaban." Dumbledore interrupted.
"Chief Warlock, I brought up a motion. Please call for the vote." I said brusquely.
He sighed, "Vote red for life in Azkaban, vote green for 10 years in Azkaban."
"The accused has been sentenced to life in Azkaban." Dumbledore said with a sigh.
"All in favour of stripping Prisoner Pettigrew of his Order of Merlin First Class?" Lord Greengrass asked.
We voted, and Dumbledore announced. "Prisoner Pettigrew is no longer a holder of The Order of Merlin First Class."
People started cheering, and applauding.
Dumbledore banged his hammer and quietened the room. I led Sirius to a chair not far from mine. The Black seat, where he promptly glared at Lucius Malfoy until said blonde scampered out of Sirius' seat.
"Yes, yes we're all very happy for you Lord Black." Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Point of Order, Chief Warlock." My Lord Potter persona said, glaring at the aforementioned Chief Warlock.
Dumbledore nodded. "Lord Potter has the floor." He said distractedly, as though he was thinking furiously how to get his nuts out of the fire.
"If I may, Chief Warlock Dumbledore. How come I can clearly remember you, Minerva McGonagall and Rubeus Hagrid summarily dumping me on the doorstep of number four Privet drive just after eleven pm on November 1st. When there is a whole list of people that I could've gone to, which you knew about. And when in fact in my parent's will it is clearly stated that I was never to go to the Dursley residence."
"When both your godparents weren't available to take you in. And seeing as Madam Bones was Lord Black's Fiancée, Lord and Lady Lovegood were out of the country. And there were rumours the Greengrasses had ties with the dark I didn't know who to trust. So I did what I thought was best." Dumbledore said in a grandfatherly manner.
"Except my godparents were available." I answered.
"They weren't, Lord Black was imprisoned shortly after your parent's deaths. And the Longbottoms were also attacked, and are to this day still in St. Mungo's." Dumbledore said, eyes twinkling.
I chuckled. "That's adorable. You see the thing is, as of the evening of November first the Longbottom's were still available to take me in. They were only attacked on November fifth. And the only crime Sirius was accused of as of that night you knew he was innocent of. The Pettigrew incident in Coventry only happened the following morning."
"There were blood wards I could only set up around the Dursley residence, powered by your mother's sacrifice, and the love of your blood family."
"That might be believable, if the Dursley's actually loved me, which they didn't. And if there were actually blood wards at their residence."
"What do you mean, of course they loved you. They were your family. And I placed those blood wards myself."
Lord Emrys snorted at this. "Familial bonds do not mean two people love each other. After all, your own brother broke your nose at your sister Ariana's funeral."
I got up off the Peverell seat and walked to the scribes desk. "Make copies of this document and get them to everyone in the room, will you." I addressed the scribe.
"The document I just gave the court scribe is a signed affidavit from a Gringotts ward master I hired to do a full assessment of the wards on the Dursley residence. What he concluded is that the wards there were wards that could've been built, anywhere on the planet. And that there were no signs of there having been blood wards there in the last 50 years. He also stated, and I quote. The wards on that residence were vampiric, and always have been. They have been drawing magic from Lord Potter since he was about 15 months old. Whomever made these wards should be fed to a pack of rabid wolves." I read out, then I pulled a box out of my pocket and set it on the floor. Then I cast a finite on it, causing it to grow back to the normal size.
"That box, is full of memories that can prove that the Dursley's didn't love me. Memories of beatings, of being locked in the cupboard under the stairs which was my bedroom. Of being starved, of being punished for accidental magic, for doing better in school than my fat cousin. In fact, if any sane person saw these memories, they'd know Vernon, Petunia, Dudley and Marjorie Dursley have never loved me, and most likely hated me for a very long time. If you want I could also hand you the report of all the injuries I had, given to me by a goblin healer?"
"Point of order!" Lord Nott then called out.
"Yes, Lord Nott?" Dumbledore said, twinkle on full blast.
"I move that we get Lord Potter a new magical guardian. An eleven-year-old magical boy shouldn't have to live with muggles."
"OBJECTION! Who do you think you are to attempt to intervene in the business of a Most Ancient and Most Noble House?! Besides! I'm emancipated!" Lord Potter shouted, clearly furious.
"I think this is an attempt of Lord Nott to finish the work his master started back in '81." Lord Emrys muttered to Lady Le Fey, however it appeared as though someone cast a sonorus on him, as everyone heard him.
"No, I think the greedy bastard is trying to get his hands on the Potter, Peverell and Black vaults. 5 galleons says he'll proclaim Lord Black is insane next." Lady Le Fey muttered, she was also heard by everyone in the room.
"10 Galleons says he does both!" Lord Slytherin said.
"You're on." Both Marco and Helena said.
"How dare you! I was under the imperius curse, besides, I am only trying to do what's best for you!" Lord Nott said, angry.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, if you were so easily put under the imperius curse for so many years, you shouldn't be allowed to own a cat, let alone be the guardian of a national hero. Who knows what you might do whilst under the imperius curse." Lord Emrys said, doing air quotes at the last part.
"Lord's and Ladies, elected representatives a vote was called. I believe it is time to vote on it."
"Green for assigning Lord Potter a guardian. Red for leaving Lord Potter emancipated."
I got worried when a lot of people voted green. Most of them either wanted to control me, or thought an eleven-year-old shouldn't be emancipated. Or they just voted green because Dumbledore did and they didn't sneeze without his permission.
But even though less people voted red, we still won the vote. It helped that the seven founding houses' votes were worth 21 votes, each. And that the Great Alliance had 5 of the Most Ancient and Most Noble Houses, each worth 10 votes.
"All in favour of stripping Chief Warlock Dumbledore of his titles of Chief Warlock and Britain's representative to the ICW? For severe abuse of power in the matter of Lord Potter's childhood." Lord Hufflepuff called out, we'd discussed this. We wouldn't remove him from Hogwarts, as at Hogwarts we could keep an eye on him.
"Lord Hufflepuff, that isn't necessary. All I ever di-"
"Call the vote, Chief Warlock." Lord Hufflepuff interrupted.
Dumbledore got his I'm so disappointed in you look on his face and called the vote. "Vote green to allow me to remain Britain's representative to the ICW, red to strip me of the honour."
"By a fifty-one percent majority, I am no longer Britain's representative to the ICW. Vote green to allow me to remain Chief Warlock, red to strip me of the honour." We voted again, and Dumbledore called the results.
"I am hereby no longer Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot."
"I nominate Madam Griselda Marchbanks as Acting Chief Witch until we can hold elections on the Autumn Equinox session." I said from my Peverell seat.
"I accept the nomination." The head of the Department of Magical Education said.
We voted, and the scribe announced the nomination had passed. This would leave the Wizengamot plenty of time to plan and prepare speeches for the election.
All four of us, in our multiple forms left the room one by one. Dumbledore tried talking to the original me. But I ignored him entirely. I went to Sirius and took him to the entrance hall where we floo-ed to Gringotts. It was time for Sirius to claim the Lord's ring of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black, then he'd be going to a special facility in the Swiss alps where he would receive treatment for his time in Azkaban. I'd set it up with the Black Family Account manager shortly after my return to the present.
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Dumbledore POV
Saturday, August 17th1991 11:54 AM, Wizengamot Chambers, Ministry of Magic, London, UK
I was furious. They dared remove me, ME! From the positions of Chief Warlock, and Britain's Representative to the ICW. All I had ever done was for the Greater Good. I had defeated the Dark Lord Gellert Grindlewald.
At this thought I smirked, I knew what no-one else knew. Voldemort would be returning one day. Then they'd beg me to reclaim the positions that were rightfully mine.
Besides, once Harry is at Hogwarts he'll fall back in the folds and I might even make him endorse me for my return to my positions. It was only a small hitch in the plan.
(-oIOIo-)
Harry POV
Monday, August 19th1991 9:19 AM, Classroom, Potter Castle, Cumbria, UK
"This is good, Sirius, the Lord Black has been cleared of all charges and claimed his lordship. The Prophet seemed to be positive about it. No-one knows our true identities as Lords of the seven. And we've started creating a bit of doubt about Dumbledore in the public." I recapped.
Hermione, Helena and Marco cheered.
"That doesn't mean we're done though. We're not even close to taking Dumbledore, Voldemort and their supporters down." I continued, causing the other three to boo.
"We'll be tutoring you in Politics, and maybe a little magic too, though you probably know enough." Helena said.
"Probably not, you did go to Hogwarts. You probably will need some sort of tutoring in duelling, at the very least duelling etiquette." Marco said
"Okay, why?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, we fought in a war. Shouldn't we be tutoring the two of you?" I asked, also.
"Ok, then. Why don't you perform all combat spells you know on these dummies? Verbally please." Helena said as Marco pulled out dummies from the bag he'd brought.
After a few minutes I was done, another minute later Hermione was done too.
"That's it?" Helena asked.
"That's pathetic." Marco nearly snarled.
"I agree with blondie. That is pathetic, it's a miracle you lived as long as you did. Where's the bone breakers, the blood boilers, the entrail expellers, the transfigurations, the elemental magics?" Helena added.
"Hey!" said blondie exclaimed, acting annoyed.
"That's dark magic!" Hermione said loudly, her voice going shrill.
Helena and Marco looked at each other, and facepalmed. It was eerie how simultaneous the slaps were.
"May I have the pleasure?" Marco asked, smirking at Helena.
"Feel free." She smirked back.
"Ok, quick question. Define Dark Magic." The tall blonde asked.
Hermione raised her hand, at which the grey-eyed boy raised an eyebrow. "You're not in class. You can speak your mind."
"Dark magic is magic that can be used to harm another person." The bushy haired brunette said.
"Ok, so. The opposite of dark magic is, light magic?" Marco asked, getting nods from both of his students.
"So by your definition light magic is magic not used to harm people?" Marco questioned, again getting nods from both his students.
"Ok, would you say the levitation charm and banishing charms are light magic?" Marco asked, innocently.
Hermione and I nodded.
Marco waved his wand and mutteredan incantation, a sword came out of his bag. Then he cast Wingardium Leviosa, and manipulated the sword so the pointy end was aimed at my chest.
"So if I cast a depulso, a light spell. I wouldn't harm you?"
"Erm, yeah you would." I said, a little worried.
"Of course not. The banishing charm is light magic, magic not used to harm people." Helena said, sassily.
"Look, I'll cast it. It won't harm you! It's light magic." Then Marco cast Depulso at the sword.
I was a little scared but relieved when the sword bent when it hit my chest.
"What was that?" Hermione asked, very curious.
"A rubber sword with a slight illusion on it to make it look real, the specialty of the Emrys family."
"Why do you get the cool magics?" I asked, if the others ever said that I pouted, they were lying.
"All the older magical families have their own specialty so to speak. The Emrys' have Illusionary magics, the Ménise's have wards and battle magics, The Le Feys have the supposed dark magics, Peverell have Necromancy, Gryffindor have Battle Magic, Slytherins are good with mind magics, Hufflepuffs are good with plants and animals, Ravenclaw have Charms and Enchantments. The Potters are warders, the Blacks are good at Transfiguration and rituals, the Dagworth-Grangers are potioneers." Helena explained.
"That's besides the point. The important thing is, there are maybe a few dozen true light or dark magic. Most spells are all about intent. There's only a few spells that truly need a light or dark intent. You can kill with a tickling charm and save lives with the unforgivables. A person with enough power and intent can do anything. Though some things aren't recommended." Marco said.
"What about Gamp's laws of transfiguration? Isn't it impossible to conjure food from thin air?" Hermione asked, puzzled.
"Oh no it's definitely possible. I just wouldn't recommend conjuring food, or transforming non-edible objects into food." Helena said again.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Can you imagine if you transformed a silver fork, into an apple. And then the proteins and fats turned back into silver when inside your body?" Marco asked. "Can you imagine the devastating effects to your body of some parts of your muscles, organs, and cells in your blood turning into silver?"
Harry and Hermione both shivered. "That sounds awful."
"It is."
"How would you go about killing someone with a tickling charm? Or saving lives with an unforgivable for that matter." Hermione asked, always curious for knowledge.
"Killing someone with a tickling charm is rather simple. Cast it at them when they're on a staircase, or in a body of water, or near a fireplace, or even in a wine cellar. You can even make it seem like an accident!" Helena explained patiently.
Marco continued the explanation by stating "As for how you save lives with the unforgivables? Say someone wants to commit suicide, you can use the Imperio to stop them, or a suicide bomber can be killed or stopped before they start killing. The cruciatus, is a bastardised version of a medical spell to restart a heart after cardiac arrest."
Hermione and I looked at them, weary. "You two are way too creative." I muttered.
"Say, how'd it go in Rome? Did you get the spell for Quirrell?" Hermione asked suddenly wanting to change the subject.
"Huh? Oh, yes and no. The only magic I found to lock a soul fragment in a body required human sacrifice, so that's not going to happen. However I found a ritual that allows us to expel a soul fragment from a body. It's ancient Greek magic. Requires three people, one of whom being me." Marco said.
"I suggest Helena and Hermione help me with getting rid of Quirrell's passenger. And you can make sure no-one interferes. Harry's the most powerful among us, and as the heir of three of the four founders you might have more control over the wards." Marco explained his thinking.
"Ok, so what's the spell?" Hermione asked.
"It's spells. Yours Helena is Akoú i vasileía sou máthitai. Egó oknoíin án eis tín avlín kaí periióntes aftoú diatrīpsomen. That'll serve to generate some sort of bubble around him so when Voldemort realises what's going on he can't attack us. Mine is O mén oún Chairéas oíkade metá toú trávmatos mólis apíei. It'll expel Voldemort from the body. And yours, Hermione is Aftourí theós eimi. Tón pimonón málista lȳpoúsʼ aí fanósʼ afthaíretoi! Agapó se! It'll banish him from the place we're at, now if this was the only soul fragment it'd banish him to the underworld. But as it isn't his only soul fragment it'll merely banish him from any location with ties to you." The tall blonde explained.
"Ok, but why am I doing that? Couldn't you or Helena banish him from our location?" Hermione asked, curious.
"I could. But, if you or Harry do it, it should be tied into the Hogwarts wards him from Hogwarts for 13 lunar cycles." The grey-eyed boy explained calmly.
"Cool." I said.
We proceeded to practicing the incantations. And after ten minutes or so Marco was content that they'd all managed the incantations.
"Now, Occlumency." Helena said.
"Oooooh, this'll be fun." Marco said cheerfully.
"Do the two of you have any experience with Occlumency from your past life?" The amber-eyed girl asked.
"I looked in the Hogwarts library, but I couldn't find any books on it." Hermione said.
"I'm not surprised." Marco said. "After all, Dumbledore and Snape are both master Legilimens. What's the fun in being able to read minds if your students can find out how to prevent it in the library."
"Snape tried teaching me Legilimency." I said. "Didn't work too well. He hated me so I'm not surprised."
"True, how'd he teach you? Did he teach you to empty your mind or build a mindscape?" the amber-eyed legilimens asked.
"He would shout at me to clear my mind, then he'd cast Legilimens at me. Then when I was incapable of keeping him out of my mind he'd start insulting me and my father before re-starting the process." I explained a little angry.
Marco and Helena looked flabbergasted.
"Erm, are you two ok?" Hermione asked, a little unsure.
"How are you still sane?" Marco asked after he'd recovered from his shock.
"Well that's a little rude." I snarked, a little annoyed.
"No, no. He meant no offence. That was an actual question. Repeated Legilimency attacks are a torture method. It's used to get information out of unwilling people." Helena explained.
She then asked, "May I probe your mind? I'll be gentle, I promise. I want to see the damage that lunatic did."
I shrugged. "Sure. But if I get a headache I'll be angry."
"You won't, I promise. Your Lord's rings might get cold though. It's works as a Legilimency and mind altering potions alert system." Helena explained.
"Very well, go ahead." I said.
Legilimens. The Legilimens cast.
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Helena POV
Monday, August 19th1991 9:41 AM, Classroom, Potter Castle, Cumbria, UK
As I cast the spell I entered Harry's mind. It was a complete mess in here. Most unsorted minds had bubbles of thoughts and memories floating around in different colours. Said colours relayed the emotion tied to the memory. Red for angry, pink for flirty, blue for sad, yellow for happy, green for disgusted, etc. (AN2: Yes, I totally stole the colours from Inside Out.)
In Harry's mind it looked like someone had grabbed said bubbles and started throwing them around, splattering them on the walls, the ceiling and the floor.
I withdrew from Harry's mind and explained what I'd seen to Harry. "Wow, ok. I, damn."
"Something wrong?" Harry asked, worried.
"No, no. On the contrary, your mind is a mess, but it could've been worse." I explained.
Hermione was bouncing on her seat. "Can you do me now?"
I gasped, acting shocked. "Hermione, how very inappropriate for you to ask that!"
(AN3: Is this too mature a joke for Helena? I want to depict Marco and Helena as kids smarter and more mature than their age. To compensate a little for the fact that mentally Harry and Hermione are seven years older. Oh and also, I don't want to have to wait until fifth year until I can start pulling out the dirty jokes and innuendos.)
Hermione blushed and stuttered. "I- no, that wasn't what I meant."
Harry looked a little confused as Marco and I started snickering.
"Whaaaa-?" Harry.
"Ah, the innocent youngest." Marco said with a smirk on his face.
"Yes, Hermione. I'll take a peek at your mind." I said, ignoring Marco.
Legilimens. I cast at her.
As I entered her mind I noticed that her mind was nearly untouched. It looked almost as though Hermione had had Occlumency training before, except there were no defences.
I was, in a library. Shelves upon shelves upon shelves filled with books, presumably her memories.
I left her mind and told the others what I'd seen. "Hermione seems to have some sort of natural affinity for Occlumency. That or you've been meditating a lot. Either way you have a mindscape. Which means it'll be easier for you to build up some defences."
"What do you mean build up some defences?" Hermione and Harry asked simultaneously.
I looked at them and snorted. "Cute."
Marco started explaining. "So occlumency, basically a master occlumens has full control over every part of their mind, every thought every memory every nook and cranny, everything. You can't take a step inside their mind without them knowing it."
"But Occlumency goes a lot further." I continued. "Occlumency also allows a much better control over one's magic. And some very good occlumens have been able to learn their animagus form through the use of occlumency and the delving into their own mind."
The tall blonde continued. "Animagi by occlumency have more advantages to being an animagus. They also carry over some of the most dominant senses of an animagus."
"What do you mean by that?" Harry asked, puzzled.
"Hmmm, for example. An eagle animagus who took the occlumency route would have enhanced eyesight, even in their human form, rather than only in their animagus form. A dog animagus might have better smell and hearing. The potion method doesn't allow you to truly merge with your hidden animal half, it supresses the animal instincts and allows you to turn your body into theirs." Marco explained.
"I once read of an Occlumency animagus who could do controlled partial transformations. She was a shark animagus in the 16th century and could make her gills appear even in human form. Dead useful for swimming. Especially as she lived on a tropical island in the pacific." Helena explained.
"Do you two know how to do it?" Harry asked, excited.
"Nope. Well, Yes, we both know the theory, but we've never actually tried." Marco said.
"Could you teach me?" Harry asked, still just as excited as a few moments earlier.
"If Hermione's mind is anything to go by she'll probably be teaching us by the end of the school year." I said.
Suddenly Harry looked downcast. "Why? Why can't we start now?"
"Because the Occlumency method causes your connection to your inner animal to be a lot stronger. If you don't have good control over your mind and emotions you might lose the fight for dominance with your inner animal. Which might cause you to develop something known as Locked in Syndrome." I said, without even considering the need to explain what Locked in Syndrome actually meant.
"Erm, what?" Harry asked.
"Oh." I blushed. "It's a rare disorder that causes a person to be locked inside their bodies. They have no control whatsoever over any part of their body, except their eyes. But they're still aware of everything. Except with the animagus version, you watch as your inner animal turns you into your animal form and goes into the wild."
"Anyways, horrifying medical disorders aside. Occlumency!" Marco exclaimed, with sudden childish excitement.
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