Lightning Lord
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A/N: Thanks to my wonderful Beta, LtsHrIt4ThBoyz. Look, MelJ, We wrote your Snape fan story. Now, well, we're writing a new one that might appear to be the opposite. But it's not. I promise?
A/N: I'll be sending MelJ chocolates and other apologies for a while. Snape fans? Just wait…
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Welcome to the fireside. Like always, before we start our story, a few words to the wise.
If you wish to leave comments, feel free to do so. Flames will be ignored, and users blocked. No one can write your idea of a perfect fic, unless you dictated it. So, to see your perfect fic, write it and share. MelJ and I will even offer support.
This tale includes a trio, no slash. If you don't like the pairings, so sorry. You have to read this story even if it offends you…Wait, what? They don't? Okay. Quit anytime you want, your knuts happily refunded. See the security troll upon exit.
Seriously, if this story seems a bit too 'adult' at times, tell us. We'll up the rating, but there are no lemons, limes or anything like unto it. Any 'adult action' is reserved for the adults behind closed doors. Please note, nothing is meant to offend anyone, though there is a bit of Ron, Ginny and Molly bashing. Why? I can't seem to control myself. Sorry. Dumbledore fans? Exit now before the ride starts. You won't like it, I promise.
We have a cast of characters: OC's that some of you have seen before. A full list will be provided at the end here and if we add more, another list at the last chapter.
The story is mostly done, with some polishing left, spell checking, and trying to make sure that Hedwig gets her fair share of conde lumbra. Don't tell BloodRage she stole his.
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Chapter 1 - Close Encounters
1987
Seven year old Harry Potter stood his ground. It was raining, which was good for him and bad for Dudley and his Harry Hunting friends.
Piers had already been in hospital once for nearly being struck by lightning. This time the Boy-Who-Lived wouldn't miss.
"Leave me be, Dudders, and I'll leave you be!"
Dudley actually paused for a moment, the first ever sighting of a bit of sense that was called common but wasn't. Not in the Dursley household.
"Do you think you can frighten us, Potter?" Called Gordon, but he wasn't the target. Not this time. Gordon didn't ever hurt Harry much, just swear and taunt.
The strike came out of nowhere, hitting the tree. Yes! The branch broke off, and though Malcolm dove, he was struck on the way down with a sickening crack.
Malcolm had broken Harry's wrist, ankle, upper right arm and lower left arm so far in separate incidents - all when they were younger. And tried to break his leg. Let's see how he liked it. Maybe he'd learn it wasn't so much fun on the receiving end.
Malcolm's wailing brought the teacher's help, and gave Harry the perfect cover for his exit. The dark-haired child made a bee-line to the cafeteria, and snuck in to help scrape trays. He was there every day, so no one who worked there even seemed to notice his tardiness.
In exchange for his help, the lunch-lady gave him something to eat that was leftover from the day. Plus, anything unopened on the trays he took care of, or uneaten fruit found their way into his oversized pockets, and saved for the weekends.
A while later, the primary's headmaster came bustling in, looking for Harry.
"Malcolm Smythe says that you broke his arm. Come with me."
Mrs Cochran wasn't putting up with this nonsense yet again, "And what time did this supposed attack occur? The reason I ask is that Potter has been right here working. Wasn't that the detention you gave him for the rest of the year for pranking that substitute's wig? How a second form could do that was beyond me, though."
The headmaster looked around, and saw the other workers nodding in agreement. It was so odd. Half the staff loved the boy. The other half thought he was a serial-killer in training.
Unfortunately for him, the only witnesses were Dursley's friends, and they had been caught red-handed trying to hit a kindergarten girl just the other day. In front of the school, and tried to blame the attack on Potter then too.
No, this was like several other odd incidents. An unfortunate accident, and he would remind the teachers on duty for recess that students were to be brought in during lightning storms.
He would never think to check the weather and see that there were no such storms and never had been any on any of the "lightning strike" days.
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1989
Vernon was turning purple. Harry's ninth birthday had the boy spend his evening in the guest room upstairs, making no noise and pretending he didn't exist while the rest of the family hosted an important Japanese family for dinner. A potential client.
Vernon's famous golfing joke had just been the start of the bad evening, but Harry was blamed for the lack of a sale at the end of it. Nevermind he had been nowhere near anyone.
The man unwisely took off his belt, which meant he touched metal. A jolt of electricity went through him.
"Leave me alone, Vernon. I'm going to become a software engineer, and get out of here on scholarship to school. I hope to get a good one, and we'll be shot of one another."
"As if you could…" Another jolt as he unwisely kept pulling out the seemingly unending piece of leather. He still had a connection to metal. This time the warning was stronger.
Harry dodged a meaty fist, but his return hit was soft and light, right to the man's stomach. Harry hadn't hit him hard – he didn't need to.
Vernon was on the ground writhing in pain.
Harry walked over to the phone and pressed '999' and was all innocence. "Hello? Can you please come quickly? My uncle is having some sort of fit…"
"What are you doing on the phone, Freak? A prank call? Oh, Vernon! Hello! Hello! Get here now, you people! Our taxes pay your salaries, why aren't you here yet?"
"I need the address in order to send help." The voice was perfunctory; she'd doubtlessly dealt with all sorts of Petunias in her life.
Petunia gave it, and shouted at Harry the entire time, clearly blaming him on the recorded call.
But Casualty would put both Vernon and Dudley on a diet, and warned them that unless they minded their health, they would be back again soon. And Social Services came, and mandated anger management for both parents.
The Emergency Services operator hadn't been impressed with Mrs Dursley, and reported her and sent the recording to the proper authorities.
Vernon was still angry at the boy, but wary of the dark-haired orphan. He didn't try to hit him again for a long time.
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1990
Introduction to Computers was the best class of the day, and something that Harry enjoyed very much. The previous year, he had taken keyboarding on request. Not everyone wanted it, and Harry was lightning fast at typing.
He had also read every book about computers the school library had. The computer teacher had even loaned Harry a personal one about beginning programming in a language called C+. So of course, Dudley had to catch him reading at the kitchen table. Dinner was in the oven, but Harry was minding the timer.
"You stole a book from the library!" Dudley shouted, bringing Petunia to the kitchen.
"You Freak! Did you steal something again?" Petunia was convinced the boy was stealing Dudley's food, but never caught him at it.
Harry stayed silent, merely showing the teacher's name and the note he had been given. It was permission for Harry to borrow the book.
"As if a little Freak like you could understand anything." Petunia sneered, and then ranted her usual rant, "This is all Dumbledore's fault that we got landed with you!"
Whoever this Dumbledore was, he'd best avoid water around Harry. This man was responsible for bringing him here, and Harry wanted to be gone as much as Petunia wanted him gone.
She threw the note at him, but nothing more. She received a light zap of static electricity when she picked up the cast iron skillet she had been thinking of wielding. A warning, and she knew it, but she huffed and pretended she wasn't fazed.
But she said nothing more against the boy for all the rest of that day.
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June, 1991
When an odd letter from a place called Hogwarts came, Harry put it secretly in his cupboard first. He would wait to open it after the family left.
They were going to the zoo. When the phone rang, it was Mrs Figg canceling, but Harry pretended to confirm staying with the cat lady of the neighborhood. In reality, she had called to say she had broken her leg, but Harry was happy to head to the local library and spend the day there on his own. And now, he had an interesting letter to look forward to.
Dudley and Piers took their place in the car, jeering, making faces and rude gestures that Petunia ignored and Vernon laughed at, while Harry pretended to go to Figg's house.
The minute the car was away, he pulled out his letter.
'Was this a prank?' was the first question, then he had others. He backtracked. Wow. There, in a nearby tree was an owl, looking at him. He appeared to be waiting for his letter.
Harry pulled out a broken pencil from his backpack (the only kind he was allowed) and wrote a careful note.
'Thank you, but no thanks. I have a scholarship to Wimborne to study Computer Science there. I have not heard of Hogwarts, and doubt that your computer wizards could compare.'
He thought the idea of a trained owl was unique, and promised himself to do a little research, but honestly? They thought that would impress him?
He was going to be famous one day. And wealthy. And always have enough to eat. And, after this summer, he'd never return back to the Dursleys again.
He would attend year-round at this new school, and as long as he maintained his grades, he would have a scholarship, a small allowance for uniforms and books, and even a small stipend for personal items.
Harry planned to save up for his own computer if he didn't earn one in one of the contests held on campus.
He entered the library, and a sense of peace and purpose settled on the lad. This was home.
The morning passed too quickly for him. He was watching the time, and it was nearly time for lunch, something Harry didn't want to miss, when a scowling man in a vicar's robes entered the library.
"There you are, Potter, you arrogant brat. Ruining one of the days I have to brew. I'll make you pay for this, I can assure you. Come along. The quicker we get your things, the quicker I can get back to the castle."
The man was tall, thin, and had hair that was lank and greasy. He was clearly very angry about being sent out, and someone had upset him. Harry was surprised at the vitriol pouring from the man. The insults never stopped!
"...I'm surprised they let you in this place. Are you sure you can read?" The vicar then made a terrible mistake, and grabbed at the boy.
Harry poked the man's middle lightly and he let go of the lad's arm when he felt a shock.
"I don't know who you are or what you want with me, but leave me alone!" Harry shouted, surprised that none of the staff seemed to notice the noise.
"I'm here to escort you to Diagon Alley then back. I'm Professor Snape from Hogwarts, and you will address me as Sir or Professor."
"I've never heard of your computer program, and am not interested. I have a scholarship elsewhere. And if you are a sample of the teachers there, it is clear I made the best choice for me. Leave me alone, or I will call the police."
"Arrogant, just like your father. You don't have a choice."
This time the man frogmarched Harry out of the library before Harry could zap him again. The boy felt his arms lock to his sides, and none of the librarians were looking at him or noticing his kidnap.
After ducking around back, Harry found himself twirling uncomfortably, and falling when they landed. What was that?
"Get up! Get up!" The nasty man commanded.
People were staring, and Harry suddenly was free to move again, and he did.
"Help me, please! This man did something, kidnapped me! Help!"
"My word! It's Harry Potter!" A man gasped, and quickly went to Harry's side.
He was wearing a tweed coat of some sort, but with a cloak. Everyone around them was dressed oddly, but more people crowded in. One person took off running purposefully.
"I'm taking Mr Potter to Gringotts, I have his vault key and everything. Just a misunderstanding. Dumbledore sent me." The dark man reached for Harry's arm, but a stocky woman stepped between them.
That statement made a few people happy, but others had acted, and two red-robed people came up.
The dark, greasy haired man moaned, clearly recognizing the newcomers. "Auror Moody, Nymphadora Tonks."
"That's Auror Trainee Tonks to you, Snape. We have a report that you kidnapped a young boy. You wouldn't want us to just sweep this under the rug, would you?"
"How did an imbecile like you pass her NEWTs in potions?" The dark man demanded.
'So, he was generally this way with everyone, not just him', Harry thought to himself. 'How does someone pass a newt, and why would they want to?'
"Not with your so-called help. You're the worst teacher ever. Worse than Binns. No, you don't teach, and that's the problem!" The pink-haired girl turned to Harry. "Are you alright?"
"I feel a little sick. He did something. A minute ago I was at the library near my home. Now I'm here, seeing impossible things. He says he has my stuff. I never met him before, and the only Dumbledore I know of is an enemy of mine from when I was little."
The older man, dressed up in cardinal's robes over a brown coat, had an ornately carved wooden leg, "Dumbledore's your enemy? Not your mentor, teacher, and guardian?"
"I've never met him in person, but if I ever do, watch out, and don't stand nearby." The menacing tone was unmistakable. The child continued, "He dumped me with my relatives, and they hate me. I think hating him is the only thing we have in common."
"Do you want to press charges against Mr Snape here? He's no professor, trust me." Tonks asked with more than a bit of glee.
"Can I? I was studying in the library, and he just dragged me out of there. When I'm not home on time, Vernon will try and beat me for sure. He couldn't have their permission, as they are at the zoo."
"I left a letter inside your hovel letting them know I was taking you shopping." Snape sneered, "And what a joyous occasion it has been. Not."
"I think I can see what is going on here. Do ye know what this is lad?" The one called Moody pulled out a nice polished piece of wood.
"A stick?"
"Wand. Oh boy. And the papers have been going crazy about you entering wizarding society." Auror Tonks shook her head.
Clearly, there was more going on here than Harry understood, but he was in the middle of a magical place. Pieces of a puzzle. All the odd things he had done growing up, the way he'd been treated. He was delighted with the epiphany that 'I am a real magician! Oh, too bad I'm not an X-Man. I'll never meet Storm, and she's so pretty. And powerful.' Thinking about what Tonks was saying, he replied.
"But I am going to join a wizarding society! I'm going to be a computer wizard, and a good one. But somehow I think we are talking about different things."
"Let's go get you some ginger beer and talk. You do know that Sirius Black is my cousin, so we are related." The pink haired girl shared.
Harry shook his head, "You are so much cooler than my other cousin. And you haven't tried to hurt me yet. Please don't, as it would hurt you. I don't wanna if I don't have to."
Moody was looking at this Snap person, "Tonks, you talk to Potter. Snape, turn over the vault key to Auror Trainee Tonks here. She's family. You and I are going to have a little chat at the Ministry. Who knows? With the right answers, you might not spend all day in the holding cells with a trial later. We'll see if Dumbledore sent you or not."
Moody started to pat him down. There was a shrunken truck and small pouch. The pouch had a Potter family crest on it, so was clearly the lad's
The trunk was adorable. Harry thought it looked like it belonged in a doll house.
"That's mine!" The vicar claimed.
The man with the strange eye, snarled at the potions man, "So, you're a member of House Black as well?"
The man ignored the cardinal to sneer at Harry. "You'll get no special treatment from me, brat!"
"Good! I never want to see you again, Greasy. Have a lovely day, officer. Surely it's a crime to take people away without their consent." Harry asked.
"It is indeed, lad, even if he was acting under orders. That excuse will not fly with anyone." the man stated, putting his stick away, and bringing out cuffs.
Alastor Moody rolled up the man's sleeve, "And here was Dumbledore claiming you weren't a Death Eater. You're under arrest for kidnapping."
Harry waggled his fingers at the scowling man, while several people clapped as the Auror took him away.
Harry was cheerfully greeted by the crowd before Tonks took control. "We have to be going folks. See you around."
She took Harry through a fascinating brick wall and into a dodgy looking pub ordering a butterbeer and ginger beer. Their drinks were served quickly and with a grin.
"Neither have alcohol. I gather you were raised muggle?" Auror Trainee Tonks asked.
"What's that?" Harry asked, sipping ginger beer.
"Normal, ah, as if any of us are normal. So overrated. Without magic." Tonks explained.
Harry nodded, and sipped again; It helped soothe his stomach, just as her words soothed his soul.
Harry was a wizard already, even before attending a good prep school and uni. And his power came from magic.
He listened and listened, and then things got even better when he found out he wasn't as poor as he thought.
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The girl asked to be called Tonks. Harry noticed her reaction to her first name and agreed. He thought it wise to do so. Together, they went to the bank.
There they met a being even grumpier than that vicar before, which was saying something. Griphook? Maybe that was normal for goblins, but it sounded…dangerous to Harry.
She didn't seem to notice the cart driver's unusual interest in her, and Harry was sure it was because she wasn't who he was expecting.
Going through a waterfall had her hair cycle colors before settling down to pink. Her face changed too.
"Metamorphmagus, in case you were curious. Now, let's enjoy this roller coaster."
Screaming with glee, both Harry and Tonks enjoyed the ride, much to the disappointment of the driver.
"Can we go faster on the way back?" Tonks asked.
"One speed only." The grumpy man stated.
Harry handed over his key that Tonks had given him, and was delighted, but she was disappointed.
"Where're the books and furniture and stuff from the cottage?" The witch asked. "There should be at least paintings of your grandparents. I remember talking to them when I was a little girl."
The goblin snarled, "In the family vault that Mr Potter can access when he is of age. This is his school and investment vault. It is up to his minders to guide him in that."
There was a clipboard that showed the withdrawals made and Tonks showed it to Harry.
"Have you been getting your allowance?" She asked, concerned since she had to explain their money to him.
The boy looked too thin and too raggedy to her eyes.
"That is none of your business!" Griphook snapped, grinding his teeth.
Harry stood up to the goblin, "Hey! She's my cousin, and is helping me. And she's right. I haven't gotten it, so who has been taking it out? There's no name here, just a stamp."
"We can ask at the counter. This is a goblin symbol, and all the account managers have their own. Maybe it was sent to your muggle aunt or something." Tonks advised. Turning to the grumpy Griphook she asked, "Can you please make an appointment with the Potter Account Manager for Harry?"
Griphook scowled, but nodded.
Tonks put a gentle, reassuring hand on Harry's shoulder, "We'll find out where it's been going, alright there?"
"Well, if Petunia got the money, they'd never give it to me or share it, but what would they do with wizarding money?" Harry wondered.
"Exchange it for muggle if they weren't sent muggle money. Your auntie is likely a squib so could take the Knight Bus here. That is also a fun ride. Don't worry, we'll do that after we get your school things."
Tonks gave him an estimate of what he needed for Hogwarts. Harry had decided since his school would provide him books, that he would buy the ones for Hogwarts, and took up a bit over Tonks' estimate of what he needed.
He had seen the ice cream place on the way in, and wanted to try some of the flavors, and treat her for helping him.
Tonks was the first person he could remember that treated him like he was special, and nice, and good. She smiled at him, and made him laugh.
And she was good at explaining this new world he had been kidnapped to. Or was that kidnapped from, since both of his parents had been wizards as well. Harry didn't even know that people had computers back in the 70's.
He was still a bit confused about some things.
Griphook tried to leave them without making the appointment once they were on the main floor, but Tonks asked again to see the Potter Account Manager. This time, it was loud enough that every teller, runner, page, and assistant heard her.
Griphook should not have evaded her request. Nor should he have tried to bring Dumbledore's account manager in the place of Spurnik.
Krord said he was too busy to waste his time with ignorant children and refused to make an appointment to talk with the boy, and had a guard escort the two out of the bank.
Tongues wagged, and that wasn't good for the cart driver or Dumbledore's manager. Not good at all.
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After buying quite a few extra books, the last thing on Tonk's list was the wand. That had been a creepy experience!
"This is the best way to legally have two. Hogwarts uses Ollivanders; has done so for a thousand years. But Wimborne will custom make yours, more expensive, but a better fit. But there are people out there like Snape, – am I not surprised he's a Death Eater – who still wants to attack you for what you did as a baby. You stopped the war."
Harry nodded in partial understanding. He didn't have to like that his parents were murdered, or that someone tried to do so to him. Car crash? Why would Petunia lie? His folks had been killed by a terrorist. Maybe?
"My mum will want to meet you." Tonks said, enjoying her raspberry swirl immensely. "She's mad that I got my own flat so quickly after school, but I don't want her sniping at me for having a boyfriend over to sha…snog now and then."
Harry giggled, guessing what she had been about to say. She'd insisted on a pureblood manners and customs book that used to be standard for anyone raised muggle to help them fit into this crazy, upside down world. It was why their first stop had been for both casual and school robes.
Harry thought the open robes he wore over new, well-fitting clothes were wicked. He also bought three new robes that Tonks insisted on. Behind her back, Harry also bought her a casual outfit she'd been admiring but had made a face at the price.
"I know, you're not going to Hogwarts, but buying those school robes will help you. The student robes purchases get recorded, and everyone will be expecting you on the Hogwarts Express. Oh, the train ticket is in your pouch with the vault key. I'll tell you how to get there, should you change your mind. But if you want to attend Wimborne, that's fine too. They do have magical classes, which is likely one part of why you got offered a scholarship there. Not that you didn't earn it, but all of the schools would be competing for you to be there. That school is best if you want to do something muggle for work, like computers."
"Wait, wizards don't have computers? How can you call yourself a wizard without a computer?" Harry was puzzled about that.
"Well, I actually own one, but I was raised muggle. Most people, like my stuck up relatives the Malfoys wouldn't consider touching a mouse. They would think that's something to feed to an owl."
Harry giggled again, something easy to do around this girl.
Her outfit was ready quickly since they had her measure on file, and she gave him a warm hug in thanks. A real hug! It was nice. She understood him. And gladly supported him getting away from Dumbledore since that wizard hadn't actually been involved in his life.
"Listen, Harry. I need to ask you an important question based on what you said earlier. If I was to take you back to your muggle family, would you be in danger?"
"After Snape left a note telling them he was taking me shopping for magic stuff? Are you joking? Yes! They clearly hate me for this reason! And Vernon has shotguns!"
Knowing how the wizarding world worked, she knew that eventually, Harry would have to return to the Dursleys. That gave her a Marauder-worthy thought.
"Harry, you do know that your father and his friends were great pranksters in their day." At the shake of his head, she hurried to say, "Well, I'll explain that later. Anyway, how would you like to hide out in my flat until your school starts? This is my idea…"
Harry laughed and laughed, and said he was willing to pay rent, cook, clean and generally help out in exchange.
They walked a short distance down a side street, and took the stairs to a flat above an empty shop where they arrived at a very untidy place. Tonks blushed.
"Your help would be…helpful?" the auror had never been on her own before, and clearly hadn't learned housekeeping magic. One of the books Harry bought was '1001 Household Charms'. So much to learn.
Leaving Harry to work, Tonks donned his old outfit and one of Harry's new robes, and returned to the Leaky Cauldron.
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'Harry Potter' was trying to hire a room for the rest of the summer from Tom at the Leaky Cauldron when Auror Moody and Snape returned.
"There you are, you little piece of excrement." Snape started, but several wizards stood and drew wands.
Tom was the first to speak, "There's no reason to be rude. Out of my pub!"
"I can't wait to leave this house of horrors and dirt. If this was a muggle establishment, it would be condemned. Come Potter, I'm to return you to your relatives, and explain some things to them. Oh, and I apologize if I hurt your tiny feelings about coming to Diagon without asking."
Moody scowled, but Dumbledore himself came to get the man out of gaol, and explained that he just wanted Harry to meet the man and work out their differences before school started.
"Give me your wand." Snape demanded.
Tonks was prepared. She had a used standard school trunk full of transfigured first year books. A prank wand was in a lovely box, next to a brand new bottle of wand polish.
"I'm keeping this until you get to Hogwarts, and no more of this nonsense that you're not going to go there. Your guardians will sign the permission."
Tonks forced a few tears, and reluctantly handed over the transfigured rubber duck, and Snape roughly took her arm. Of course, she was Harry's look-a-like, and she winked at Moody who could see auras, and knew very well who she was.
"It was a pleasure meeting ye, Potter. Send an owl if ye have any troubles."
Tonks released the cage door, "Fly home," She commanded the lovely white owl that had chosen the boy; knowing she'd fly directly to Harry. Then asked Auror Moody to shrink the cage and trunk.
"Ye couldn't do that yet, not without a wand." the auror stated kindly.
"Not with a wand either." Tonks murmured. She'd never heard of a rubber duck core, and choked thinking of it.
Snape apparated them away in disgust, only to dodge a meaty fist when landing inside the lounge of Number Four.
"We want nothing to do with your freakishness! The boy's not going." The woman of the house shrieked.
"Petunia, charming as always. Make sure Potter gets to King's Cross on the first of September. You'll remember where. I won't forget what you put me through Potter. I'll have you in detention all year for this."
"Me? You pulled me there!" Tonks started to object, but Snape pulled his wand, and before she could do more than trip sideways, she was stunned, keeping the Harry Potter shape.
"How I wish I could do more. But I was forced by Moody into a magical oath. Pity." Turning to the muggles, he shared, "He'll wake in a few minutes. You don't have much time."
Leaving him to his deserved beating, Snape left for Hogwarts, a satisfied smirk on his face.
**OO**
Moody rushed to Saint Mungo's. "I thought ye said they were muggles! Look at ye lass, they nearly killed ye!"
"Yeah, if I hadn't woken from the stun, they would have too. Snape. Please say we can arrest him for this." Tonks shared the full report. "Harry's hidden at my flat. You're on the wards. He'll be worried."
"Yer a brave lass to do this. I've already talked to the healer in front of a poorly disguised Skeeter. The things she does for stories. A few of my irregulars will be here shortly. I just need some hair from him. But you, lass, are on desk duty for the week, after yer out of here, healers' orders."
Tonks made a face, "I'm sorry I messed up."
"Messed up? Your actions likely saved that boy's life and have given me the excuse to arrest Snape. Lets see which reformed Death Eater is next in the job, but the next time Snivellous, as James liked to call him, puts his head on a pillow, it will be in Azkaban."
Tonks still felt like a failure, but was glad that it was her and not Harry that was injured.
Moody went to check on the boy. In the wizarding world, he was old enough to work and be on his own all day.
When Harry found out that Vernon had tried to kill Tonks looking like him, he wasn't surprised, and willingly handed over several hairs; His hands showing energy build up in his anger over her treatment. They dared!
"I'll be bringing her here shortly. I'll get some money from the bank, and ask ye take care of her for a time, alright?" Moody requested.
"I have gold, I just need to know where to shop for food. I can cook and everything. Well, if you show me how to start the stove."
The flat was neat as a pin. Her new clothes were neatly hung up, as were the clean clothes from the various bits of furniture. The fridge still had nothing in it, besides a carafe of cream for the coffee. Tonks apparently ate out mostly, which wasn't surprising with not just the Leaky Cauldron, but the variety of shops around, and muggle London just out the pub doors.
Moody gave him directions, but asked him to stay for a few days inside since he supposedly was on death's door. Harry was informed of the plan.
"But how am I supposed to hide and shop?"
"What was the name of James' house-elf? Pesky things, but they shouldn't be underestimated though. Jelly? Try calling him."
"You want me to what? Shout for Jelly?" Harry asked dubiously, unconsciously mimicking the old auror.
"Yep."
"Jelly?" Harry called out. What kind of a name was that? Did they have others named Toast?
A small green-skinned being suddenly appeared. Shorter than goblins, with longer ears and snout. This one wrapped his spindly arms around Harry instantly.
"How can Jam be serving wonderful Master Harry Potter sir! Oh, Jam is so happy you is not being dead!" The small being, presumably a house-elf, was hugging Harry for all he was worth.
"Me too, I'm happy I avoided death from Vernon again. So, you...um. What are you? Um, it's nice to meet you though, whatever you are." Harry couldn't help but smile at someone who liked him. The boy could feel that this being truly did. It was a novel experience.
Moody left Harry to reunite with his house-elf who was explaining just what he was. And Harry proudly showed off Hedwig, his new friend and beautiful companion.
**OO**
Just as soon as Moody's team was in place (taking turns being the Boy-Who-Lived or his bodyguards), Alastor had a trip to Azkaban in his future. Or was that the past?
He rubbed his hands in glee.
Taking out a time turner, Auror Moody went to capture Professor Snape five minutes after Auror Tonks arrived at the hospital.
Oddly enough, the professor was busy ransacking the potions cupboard in the potions classroom, clearly the first part of a runner. If the man wanted to disappear for a time, Moody could help with that.
He had the perfect island holiday getaway.
**OO**
The headmaster looked worriedly at a wonkily spinning device, and asked his phoenix to take him to Privet Drive. Something was going wrong with the wards on the house and Harry wasn't there.
Seeing into the muggle's mind had him ready to throw a few curses around that he had learned as a young man when he and Gellert were practicing the Dark Arts.
Blood was everywhere inside the cupboard, and the muggle was glad of it.
"We went to let him out to go to the loo and he was gone. That must have been the loud crack. Good riddance to bad rubbish. He's not welcome here, and neither are you. We're not paying any crackpot to teach him magic tricks!"
The wards, what remained of them came crashing down.
"You fools! Fawkes! Quickly! We must find Harry Potter! Take me to my office!"
The bird gave him a funny look. Fawkes remembered Harry as a baby. He and Neville were special people, and he had liked both boys, and had sung them to sleep more than once.
Not like the twin terrors of Fred and George who tried to steal his feathers. Those were his personal tail feathers.
Wondering why his 'companion' didn't just ask to be taken to the boy, he launched. His fire was highly controllable. The blazing couch couldn't be put out by the tea in the pot, or the water in the vase of flowers.
The house was a lost cause by the time the fire department got there.
Vernon was chastised for smoking while napping on the couch, but was too angry to share that he didn't smoke.
He shouldn't have tried to kill Harry. The phoenix had taken revenge.
**OO**
Severus didn't show up for breakfast the next morning, and Albus was absolutely exhausted. He'd been unable to visit the boy, and more than one healer had shouted at him for all of the abuse the child had gone through during the years.
Sharing health information in the muggle world would get a nurse or doctor in trouble. The wizarding world had no such expectations of privacy. Dumbledore had fled back to Hogwarts the night before, and he had no intention of trying to talk to the boy until after he was released from Saint Mungos.
"Where is our missing potions master?" Albus asked, looking around the single table in the Great Hall.
Flitwick shook his head, hiding his knowledge. But alas, that ignorance was about to be dispelled. The Daily Prophet owls had arrived.
Minerva smirked, "I know where he is. And my, my, I have to say that this time it really is for the Greater Good. As soon as I have finished my porridge, I'll send out letters I've had ready for years. Finally, Hogwarts will have a world class potions curriculum again."
"There is nothing that man can't brew! Azkaban! If people find out, they'll think he's still a death eater. Trying to kill Harry Potter? Well, he had to, in order to keep his cover…"
The glare of the Director of the DMLE, walking into Hogwarts at breakfast, should have caused him pain, "Save it Albus. You can practice all of the excuses you want, but your boy stunned the Boy-Who-Lived before shoving him into an abusive muggle. And before you ask, he knew what he was doing!" Amelia Bones had come in unannounced, but not alone.
"What I want to know is how that man had Harry Potter's vault key. Two hundred galleons a month have been removed since November of 1981, and the muggle family he was with swear they weren't given any rubbish wizarding coin or muggle money for his support. Theft is still a crime in Britain, just in case you were wondering. You're under arrest for suspicion of grand larceny, abuse of a minor child, and failure to perform the duties of a magical guardian. You may wish to contact your barrister. Come along with me."
Albus was pale, "Amelia, this is all just a misunderstanding…"
"Thirty two different broken bones over the years. Years! Years of malnutrition." She waved her wand, and passed out copies of the health report to all of the professors gathered around the long table.
"Not one vaccination, not even the muggle ones!" (A healer working for Moody had gone to Tonks' flat and had given Harry his first check up since he was a baby.)
Albus winced. Arabella Figg, mother of both a wizard and a witch, had reminded him time and time again. He should have just let her take him in, or had a healer come to her house. But that would have meant sharing secrets he wanted to keep secret.
"Dragon pox, Albus! The boy could have died how many times? If he was a cat, he'd be out of lives. No excuses, no meetings. Come now, or we'll take you by force." Director Bones demanded.
The angry wizards with her were no-nonsense types, and he recognized them all. Each one had at least one family member lost in the blood war he knew wasn't as finished as people wanted to think.
Albus sighed, and allowed himself to be dragged off. He could always call Fawkes, which is what he had planned to do when he found out that Severus was in prison.
**OO**
Harry was in absolute heaven. He had made a huge breakfast in honor of Tonks' homecoming. It was in appreciation for being allowed to stay with her and in apology for her taking his beating from Vernon.
He knew from experience just how painful they were. Brave girl.
Jam cried tears for not being allowed to cook, so Harry asked for his help with finding a tray to serve. Besides, the elf had bought all of the ingredients.
Harry did ask for his assistance in the kitchen, and the boy was more than happy to allow him to do the dishes after. Harry brought his own plate of food, after serving Jam, into the bedroom and put it on a little side table Jam had found somewhere and fixed. He'd invited the elf, but he wanted to stay in the kitchen to eat. Well, he was likely shy.
"Magical healing, Harry. I'm fine, but oh, this is good." Tonks shared. Hospital food was nothing compared to this. "Wow, Harry. If you can cook like this when you're eleven, you are going to have to fight off the witches when you're older."
Harry scoffed at that. Tonks had been the first girl to ever be nice to him, and Harry was quickly forming his first crush. But he knew it couldn't go anywhere, as she was his cousin. Eww.
Moody had told them that Snape was going to prison for many years for attempted murder. He dropped off the real chest with books that Snape had tried to claim as his own. Dumbledore's trial was later that day, and Harry wished he could see his nemesis get sent to prison as well.
"Don't get your hopes up, mate. That bloke will never see prison. Too many friends. Too much influence. He is Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, and Headmaster of Hogwarts. Maybe with Snape gone, they can get a good potions teacher in there. My mum wrote thousands of complaints about him, trust me." Tonks shared.
Moody came in later to report that supposedly the theft didn't happen, that Dumbledore 'didn't realize the Dursley's weren't getting Harry's support money', and it was all returned. "Without interest," the Scotsman pointed out.
"He gets the free use of that money all these years, and no one says boo about it. That's a crime, and your goblins know it. He has to get all of his gold out of Gringotts and is banned for ten years. He pulls anything like this again, and it will be permanent."
He debated telling the young lad about the two new goblin heads outside the bank. It was a bit gruesome, but when he was that age, he'd want to at least peek at the sight. But both he and Tonks wanted to keep the boy under wraps.
Moody continued, "Oh, that reminds me. I have a cloak for ye. Used to be James', your fathers. Take care of it, and don't let Albus know I gave it to you. Jam brought it to me. Albus had 'borrowed it to study'. Sounds fishy to me. Why would James do that? He had a wife and wee bairn to take care of. Nay, there's something else going on there."
Harry put it on, disappearing from sight, but he could see out fine. The mirror showed only Tonks and Alastor.
"Wicked!" Harry shared.
"Will you be alright alone, lovie?" Tonks asked. She'd been cleared for duty, and needed to go in, even if it was just checking people's wands, and driving a desk, as they called it.
"Sure, Jam is here, so I'm not alone. So's Hedwig. Can we go to one of the bookstores in London next week if I wear this?" Harry begged.
"That might work out very well indeed." Alastor laughed. At least to get past the Leaky.
Tonks prepared for work; Alastor wanted to talk to her away from the young wizard, and threw up a privacy charm. He had no idea that Harry would and could dispel that both wandlessly and silently.
"Albus was overheard being upset that Harry hadn't met Hagrid. He'll be looking for him, but I put up some wards on your flat. Good choice, Diagon Alley. Good thing that our dear headmaster doesn't know where you live. Let's keep Harry out of the Alley this summer. We can either use that cloak or polyjuice."
Harry spoke up to the startlement of both Tonks and Alastor, "Does that mean that once we're out of the Alley we could do something like go to the zoo or a museum? I've never been to the cinema or anything. I can pay for Tonks and I to go."
Both eyed the boy suspiciously, but he was powerful. Clearly, he wanted to hear, and did some accidental magic. It wasn't like he could do anything on purpose yet.
"Sure, Harry. You can take me, and I'll have bragging rights of being Harry Potter's first ever date."
"But no kissing until he's sixteen, remember." Mad-eye teased, his natural eye twinkling.
"Aww, that's forever, sir." Harry complained.
Tonks and he just chuckled, neither one realizing that Harry was very serious about that kiss.
**OO**
Cassiopeia Clearwater had a half-dozen Hogwarts house-elves eager to snap to her command.
"We'll put the benches here, and over there will be the prep tables. The ventilation in this room is already good. I have no idea why the potions classroom was moved to the basement."
"Bad master Snapey wanted it so."
"Hims recently stealing Mistress Pomona's plants for his own wealth." stated another elf.
"I have no doubt. Well, I want to brew for profit too, but I can hire my sister and her friends to grow the plant parts. No need to steal. Thank you for your help. This is going to be a blast. I taught Penny from when she was a first year, and I have all of my notes."
The headmaster in the meantime had been about to storm the dungeon potions rooms to kick the interloper out.
Not seeing her was a pleasant surprise, and he went back to his plans on finding the missing Harry Potter.
"Harry" had been released from Saint Mungo's to his legal guardians, but he'd checked the hotel where the Dursleys were staying. They were waiting for insurance money to get a new house, and Harry wasn't with them, and hadn't seen him. They raised such a fuss that Albus left abruptly.
Muggles!
**OO**
Harry had not been invited to the Introduction to the Wizarding World group gathering at the Leaky Cauldron. He knew this as he was now receiving a flood of letters, so much that he had to hire a secretary to help with it all.
The woman he hired was older, and stern, and reminded him of a younger version of Arabella Figg so much, he wanted to know if they were related. She looked like his neighbor's younger pictures.
Druella Carmichael was indeed Arabella's daughter, but had married a wizard and had nothing to do with her squib mother. Not that Harry knew anything about it all.
Gringotts had arranged for her to get all of his mail for her to scan and sort. She forwarded letters to him a few times a week in a box via house-elf that she felt were pertinent, including invitations to magical schools all around the world. She quietly disposed of all inappropriate materials, going so far as to remind certain witches that Harry was merely eleven, not thirty! Goodness.
One of the letters was from Gringotts wanting to see him urgently. He had no problem with that, but knew he should go with Tonks so waited on her to get home.
Sadly, not one of those pieces of post was from the Deputy Headmistress. So, he invited himself to her lecture.
Harry was having a wonderful stay in Diagon Alley. He learned how to cast listening charms, and sat through the 'Introduction to Magic' lecture that Professor McGonagall held for a small group of muggleborn and muggle-raised firsties.
He learned several things during that lecture. That Slytherin House was the hive of scum and villainy, and they should do everything they could during sorting to avoid it. She avoided questions on just how the sorting was done, and one poor girl was concerned that memorizing her schoolbooks wasn't enough to prove herself worthy of magic.
Harry watched people come and go, and even overheard more than one fight. He was looking down the main part of the alley when a flash of light caught his eye. Sunshine had hit the head of a wicked looking snake headed cane. A poncy looking blond man with a bedraggled house-elf was walking in a straight line. The elf started to warn a woman in his path, but the man knocked the elf to the side and then knocked over a beautiful girl who had her back to him.
"Watch where you are going, mudblood." The man warned.
The woman just scowled and muttered something too soft to hear, but the shop owner where she was working, curtseyed and apologized to the ponce.
"Good help is so hard to find. You'd better mind your manners, girl, or you'll get the sack." The ugly old woman stated, wagging her finger.
"Well, if you do, you can always find work in Knockturn. You aren't bad looking for your kind. And really, you only have one purpose." The blond sneered.
The girl started to cry as the man left.
His smirk told Harry he had done that deliberately just to get the girl fired. Harry was young, but had seen too much of the world, and knew what the man was intimating.
Whispering, Harry told the elf to move away. They were in the clear, as people moved further away to avoid the blond, and the haughty wizard was approaching a mud puddle. Perfect.
Harry had seen his type before. Vernon, in wizarding robes, and that little elf was himself.
"BOOM!"
Lightning actually hit the wizard, and he fell to the ground, partially in the puddle. The house-elf started jumping about for joy. Harry actually felt a little sick. He'd never actually struck someone before.
The man appeared to be having some kind of seizure, and other witches and wizards were afraid to approach. Harry could hear him swearing violently and as the man recovered he pulled his wand.
"Avada Kedavra!" He shouted, aimed right at the little elf.
Harry knew about that green lit spell and commanded the elf to come to him. Fortunately for both the elf and the innocent person behind him, the spell never left the man's wand. None of the other spells worked that he tried, not even the 'lumos' that Harry had learned.
That elf popped away only to hug Harry a moment later, as they all listened in to a vast variety of swears.
"Dobby is free from nasty master. Quick, make Dobby yours before Mistress Narcissa finds out. Hims buying Dobby long ago and never officially bound me to Mistress."
Apparently one had to be a wizard to bind an elf. That was likely in one of the books he'd bought, but he hadn't read that far yet.
Jam guided a very confused Harry in what to do, but it wasn't until Jam made Dobby promise to calm down and tell no one the truth that Harry realized that he didn't know his own strength!
Harry was just a child, but he had been angry over the way the blond had treated that young witch. Even the short time that Harry had been eating better and receiving nutrient potions had increased his power –and aim– exponentially.
"I wasn't trying to kill the berk!" Harry exclaimed. "So I'm glad he's not dead. Do you think his magic will come back?"
Both Jam and Dobby shook their heads, and both were laughing. Thinking it was a wonderful punishment to a truly horrific man.
"Bad master deserve it, and worse. Hims killing and killing and killing. Helped kill your own muggly grandparents. Dobby knows."
Jam nodded sadly, "Mistress Lily kindest mistress even when mad. She'd yell sometimes, but never hit Master James or Master Harry. Bad Lucius killing muggle family of Mistress Lily. Shame, shame." The little elf shed a tear.
Harry watched the elves' reaction to him - they were acting as though the man was dead. Interesting.
Dobby was brought up to speed on Harry hiding there, and Dobby revealed that he was happy that Master Harry wasn't going to same bad school as Master Draco. Former Master Draco couldn't practice dark magic on him ever again.
Harry's eyebrows lifted. Since Draco and he were blood family, a loophole of gossip had opened, and as long as Harry was explicit in keeping his own secrets secret, he could learn everything the elves knew about certain dark wizards.
Aurors were converging on the scene below, with someone in ugly green robes. A nondescript older witch was slowly making her way to the shop where their flat was.
"Go check and make sure it's Tonks, Jam. Please and thank you."
Both elves knew that it was only panic that had this boy not saying please at first. And neither one was much fussed that he had hurt someone.
One Death Eater jailed, and another one off the streets? Both felt their world was a little safer with Harry Potter back in it.
**OO**
Tonks came in and swept Harry up in a hug. He canceled the listening charm the minute Jam said Tonks was coming up, so there was no proof inside the flat. Harry had made a point of standing and looking out the window.
"Are you okay? Did you see what happened?" Tonks asked.
"There was a man walking down the way, and he pushed this girl over, then karma struck. A bolt of lightning just came and hit him." Harry stated innocently: He'd had lots of experience dissembling to avoid lethal consequences over the past nine years.
"Yeah, I hear they're going to arrest her, but she was crying and had her hands over her eyes. More than one person said it was Merlin himself who did it in revenge for the girl. Everyone heard him trying to cast an unforgivable too, but I doubt he'll go to Azkaban for it."
Harry suppressed a shudder hearing the name of the notorious prison; he'd just read about it. Changing the subject, he shared, "Hey, you're home in time for lunch. Let me introduce you to Dobby. After that wizard tried to kill him, he came and asked if he could work for me. Don't want him to be homeless now. This way we can each have a house-elf helper during the school year.
"Wow Harry! Oh boy, is Narcissa going to be angry. Ha, serves her right to have to make her own food."
Jam muttered, "And having to wash her own socks." to Dobby's shocked look. Dobby only nodded, unwilling to talk right now in fear of saying something wrong.
"Dobby, this is Tonks."
"Dobby knows Mistress Nymph…"
"Finish that word, and I'll ask Harry to give you clothes. Call me Tonks, or Miss. Or even Glorious Mistress. Just not that horrible first name."
"You being named after great-grandmother. She most impressive witch, and a metamorphmagus too. But Dobby not call you Mistress Nym…Tonks."
Harry burst out laughing, "Glorious Mistress! I can't wait to have friends my age and reveal that I live with my Glorious Mistress. That is too perfect. Except I would never. I don't want to fry…er…fight the leader of the light. He'll be after me for sure once I'm not on the express."
Tonks seemed to miss his little faux pas, "Oh, didn't I tell you? Bones is sending me to Hogwarts for a month or two. Don't worry about me living with other boys your age. I'm getting a room in the infirmary so that Madam Pomfrey can 'monitor my healing'."
"Just don't let her give you more potion vaccines. Those were nasty." Harry shuddered, placing a bowl of soup and a grilled ham and cheese next to her. "Dobby helped, Jam made the soup, I don't know what it is, and I just grilled the sandwiches."
The four of them sat at the table together. Jam was used to it, but Dobby was having trouble eating.
"Oh, this is delightful. Broccoli, beef and carrots? Lovely, Jam. Thank you. And thank all of you. I never used to come home for lunch, but I wanted to check on Harry."
"Tonks? I got this letter this morning. Gringotts said there was a 'miscommunication' at the bank the day we went, and want me to come in and meet Spurnik, apparently my actual account manager, just as soon as possible."
Tonks sent off her patronus to Moody, saying where she'd be.
"Sure, this will let us hear what other people are saying about what happened out in the alley. Might get some more intelligence. Wear your cloak, but take it off the minute we're inside."
**OO**
Jam was sent with a note to Spurnik as Tonks and Harry finished up their lunch. Harry started to put away food and cleanup, but was preempted by Dobby.
The lad decided not to fight over the issue, and just went on his way.
The auror and young wizard were met at the doors by a goblin guard who introduced himself as BloodRage.
"We have a nice wizarding type tea waiting for you." The guard seemed disappointed about it for some reason, but Harry didn't ask. "I was tasked to inform you about my duties. It is part of my job to keep you safe within Gringotts from any enemy. But should you ever want to hire me outside the bank, and I am willing to escort you." the goblin offered.
Harry could tell there was more he wanted to say, but they had arrived at a very luxurious looking conference room. Tonks thought the oval oak table looked like it needed a dozen trolls to carry it into place. There appeared to be enough tea to feed those dozen trolls as well.
The chairs were covered in leather, and swiveled, as Harry soon found out. He had to resist the urge to play with them, going round and round. Tonks, however, had no compunction about trying it, and spun herself. "Whee! Oops, sorry."
"Remember, dear cousin, we are in public." Harry intoned piously. He was about to try the same trick when a different goblin came in carrying a couple of folders.
Both magicals stood at his entrance. BloodRage was invited in from where he'd been guarding the door. It was shut, and runes next to it glowed suddenly. Wicked!
They shared introductions, tea was served, and Spurnik got down to business, "I was appalled to hear that you had had no contact with your previous magical guardian. Well, self-appointed magical guardian. The one we show as active is currently contained within Azkaban."
Tonks lost her smile, "That's an odd term for incarcerated."
"Goblins try to be precise with the language of our host country. Incarcerated is a term for a convicted criminal being held in some kind of facility. How can he be convicted without a trial?" Spurnik asked.
"What? Oh, that's awful. I'll ask about it at work. I have fond memories of Sirius. Thank you, sir, for letting me know. I do hope this means that he's innocent." Tonks bowed from her seat. She was wearing her uniform, so clearly this being knew what he was doing.
"You are most welcome. Now, Mr Potter. I hope you are reading ahead for Hogwarts?" the goblin asked.
Harry looked to Tonks, and she nodded. "Well, sir. I do hope you keep this confidential for a time. It will eventually come out. I plan to attend Wimborne."
"The computer school? Gringotts is most interested in learning more about that. Especially with some home computers being adapted to run on small generators." Spurnik shared.
"That's the setup Tonks has. It's not a very powerful computer, but we're going to wait to see what I need at home. I don't want to waste money buying the wrong computer." Harry shared, earning approval from his manager on that statement. He gingerly picked up another creme cake, waiting for Spurnik, BloodRage or Tonks to stop him. But no one did, and he nibbled it happily.
"I would love to converse with you after you've attended for a time. There's a child in the caverns who has also been accepted, but he will be doing remedial work for a time. I wouldn't mention it, except I wanted you to know he would have a way of contacting me quickly. I oversee his interests as well." Spurnik shared.
Harry took that to mean he was his account manager too. They talked about the Potter account a bit. Spurnik wanted to do something about Dumbledore's highhandedness with the Potter lands in Wales. He'd rented those out for twenty-five years when Harry was a baby. And Spurnik thought he might have snagged all of the magical animals for Hogwarts. Unfortunately, there was no proof, and the last few years of his parents' lives had been chaotic.
"If you do well with your computer studies, I have no doubt you'll rebuild the Potter fortune. You will be attending their business classes?" Spurnik prodded.
"If there is something in particular you think would help me. I have the curriculum at home." Harry offered, not really interested. But, like eating one's sprouts, he might just have to chew and swallow if he had to.
The goblin manager nodded, "You have a good attitude. Knowledge will take you far; ignorance is a stone that can be a heavy burden."
Tonks felt she really should get back to work, but was happy to find out that Gringotts didn't hate her personally. After their last visit, where they had been treated rudely by the goblin pretending to be Spurnik, but was actually Dumbledore's former account manager, she wasn't sure.
Harry got the feeling that BloodRage was holding something back he wanted to say.
"Is there a way to floo here? I'm supposed to stay out of sight right now." Harry asked.
They were shown to the floo, and father and son-in-law spoke in low tones.
"Did you feel it, Spurnik? The power? I think he…"
"There have only been a handful of elementals. He might be one, my son. He might just be. I too felt it. And I do appreciate your discretion. I know how much you liked the boy when he was but a cub."
BloodRage chuckled. "The next time he visits, I will order up your preferred snacks."
Spurnik laughed at that. Computers! Or applying their magic to some of their books. The goblin rubbed his hands together. He was very sure there was profit to be made here. Vast profits.
The goblins talking in the hall saw the boy go up to a teller so they went to see if they could help. The auror was already out the door, clearly trusting them to keep the boy safe.
"Oh, I just wanted to see if I could exchange some gold for pounds, please." Harry asked nicely.
"What? The computer wizard buying a new computer?" BloodRage teased but commanded the teller in harsh tones to comply with the lad's request. "Do you wield it like a staff, young mage?"
Harry tried to keep it in, but burst out laughing.
**OO**
A/N: Story recommend: Your story recommendation here - Dear Hermione by Loralee1.
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Baggit - flying lacrosse
Cast of characters
Spurnik - Potter Account Manager
BloodRage - guard, son-in-law to Spurnik
Goldrub - Black Account Manager
Baljeet Pancholy - new friend at Winborne
Adam Samuels - Prefect
Roger Turpin - Lisa's dad
Maleficent Selwyn - Lisa's mum
Druella Carmichael - Harry's secretary - daughter of Arabella Figg
Sally Fortescue - Prefect, adopted by Florean
Duchess Lovelace, Headmistress Wimborne
Mercedes Carlton - secretary and personal assistant
Kird, half-goblin
Edmond Braithewaite, hospital administrator Saint Mungos
Roberta Smith - transfiguration teacher Hogwarts (future)
Angus Moody nephew of Alastor, Head of Gryffindor (future)
Ralph Zane, future apprentice
Saburo Shacklebolt - security, Wimborne
Seanaid MacMurray great gran of Neville
Jeffrey Robbins, werewolf,
Sean O'Neal, auror