A/N: For the moment I got some PN's, mindless Haremes would not be a good option, and I agree. So even If I lay some foundations at the moment how they will develop in the end is still unwritten. That means you can still give me input on what you want to read. I have my own ideas of course but why not include some of yours too?

In the spring season, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is bathed in a vibrant palette of colors that comes alive all around its ancient walls and towers. The sprawling grounds are dotted with an array of flowers and plants, their sweet fragrance filling the air as they sway gently in the soft breeze.

The iconic Whomping Willow tree outside Hagrid's hut is adorned with lush greenery, its branches stretching out to form a canopy overhead. Nearby, the serene Black Lake sparkles under the sunlight, reflecting the blue sky above and surrounded by vibrant yellow daffodils and cherry blossom trees that line its shores.

The Great Hall, with its high ceilings and towering windows, is bathed in a warm light that streams through stained-glass panes depicting fantastical creatures. The long tables are adorned with colorful Easter eggs hidden amongst the golden goblets and sparkling crystal.

"I didn't know that Hogwarts would use muggle traditions." Harry looked at Sayuri and Padma as he took one of the colored easter eggs and began eating the hard-boiled egg after vanishing the shell.

The Indian witch nodded shortly. "Yeah, I thought the English were too bigoted for something like that."

Sayuri looked at the other girl and laughed.

"Most of them surely are but we have Dumbledore as a headmaster. He would never skip the chance to get more sweets right?"

All three of them had to laugh about that and for Harry that felt really good after all the excitement in the last weeks. With the killing of the old Basilisk, two cleansed or destroyed Horcruxes it felt so unreal to him. Even Ginny could be seen often in the courtyard speaking to Luna in hushed whispers or even learning and laughing together. Ginny and Harry had talked but mostly after Luna had pushed the redhead in his direction to tell him about a bad dream or something else. For most of the time it looked like a normal friendship between two girls but in these moments Harry could feel that his new sister held the reins and was pushing her friend along to take her mind off of the events and slowly heal from the strain.

Just last night Harry encountered two people he most of the time avoided.

Fred and George Weasley were waiting in their old favorite spot, a small alley next to the grand staircase, when they noticed Harry Potter, the famous Ravenclaw student, walk by with the stairs in his sights.

The twins quickly pushed themselves off the wall and waved him over.

"Harry!" Fred exclaimed, pumping his hand enthusiastically. "Great to see you ol' chap!"

"Gred, Forge" Harry replied with a raised eyebrow.

"So, how's life in Ravenclaw treating you?" George asked with a grin. "Not too dull, I hope."

Harry chuckled. "It's been an interesting change, to say the least. After all that ruckus with the chamber business"

"That's true," Fred agreed, nudging George. "We were actually thinking about doing something special for you today."

George reached into his robes and pulled out a rolled-up parchment, unrolling it to reveal the Marauders Map.

"A blank piece of old parchment!" he exclaimed.

Fred and George gasped.

"This is no old parchment, this is the key to mischief. Gred If you would"

"Of course brother of mine" he pointed his wand at the parchment.

"I solemnly swear I up to no good"

Harry was gasping as the parchment slowly inked itself first showing a welcome message of sorts, referring to a group of people called the marauders that rang some bells but Harry would have to do some searching in his mind later, as the title was presented - The Marauder's Map.

As Harry Potter eagerly examined the Marauder's Map, Fred and George Weasley began explaining its various features to him. The map was made of parchment that seemed to shimmer with a silvery glow, and it depicted every inch of Hogwarts Castle and its grounds in intricate detail.

"You see this big 'M' in the corner?" Fred asked, pointing at the initials that stood out on the map. "That's for Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs—the Marauders themselves."

"And these little dots moving around the castle?" George continued. "Those are everyone else—students, teachers, even ghosts. You can see their names if you tap on them with your wand."

Harry was fascinated by the map's capabilities. He could see the secret passages and hidden rooms that he had never known existed before. The twins explained how to make the map show only certain people or areas, and how to hide his own location from prying eyes.

"And remember," Fred warned with a grin, "Always clear the map with the phrase Mischief managed"

Harry nodded, promising he would keep the map safe.

It took Harry the whole evening and going through some of his letters to finally recall where he had heard the name before. Pulling out the related letter he read through it again.

Dear Harry,

I hope this letter finds you well. I am writing to you from my current abode, a certain French coven of vampires, where I have been recovering since my release from Azkaban.

The scenery is quite lovely here, with the moonlight glistening off the surrounding waters and the charming architecture of the nearby village, but you would know that right?

However, the real reason for this letter is to tell you about your father and his friends—the Marauders. As you know, your father was an exceptional wizard in his day, but what many don't realize is that he had a close-knit group of friends who shared his adventurous spirit.

This group, known as the Marauders, consisted of your witches charming godfather, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, and your dad himself.

We were inseparable during their time at Hogwarts, often getting into all sorts of mischief together.

We even managed to create a map of the school that showed all the secret passages and shortcuts—a remarkable feat indeed! Your father was quite the prankster back then; we were responsible for many of the school's memorable pranks, such as turning the Slytherin dormitory into a sea of floating tentacles.

Despite our mischievous ways, the Marauders were also fiercely loyal to one another and to those they considered friends. They often stood up for what was right, even if it meant facing severe consequences. Your father's bravery and determination were qualities that I admired greatly during our time together at school, and I know you share these traits as well.

I hope this letter has given you some insight into your father and his friends. They were remarkable wizards who left their mark on the world in more ways than one. If you ever have any questions about them or their adventures, don't hesitate to ask me.

Take care of yourself, Harry. I can't wait to see you again soon.

With warmest regards,

Sirius Black

After the final piece of the puzzle was found Harry managed to connect the dots and holding another precious heirloom in his hands brought a bright grin to his face.

So everything considered it looks like his life and the daily dealings of the school were back on track. Following Padma and Sayuri to charms it looked like he could enjoy a normal school life for a moment. Yes, he had to combine the Marauders Map with his version and combine it into something even better but for the moment everything was looking good. It was quiet, sometimes funny, and just as a normal school year should be. Even with all that Ice on the sixth floor.

Harry winced as he performed the Silencing charm for the class as he remembered the magical Ice, he would have to study some of Salazar's Grimoire if he could find something to patch up the wards.

Today though Professor Flitwick would start with a second try at a Hogwarts Duelling Circuit and after the long day of classes the students had found themselves back in the great hall. Professor Flitwick stood on the dueling piste.

"Good evening, students! I am Professor Filius Flitwick, and I am thrilled to reintroduce you all to an exciting new and improved opportunity at Hogwarts. Today, we will be discussing the Dueling Circuit - a competition that has challenged witches and wizards since the old times.

The Dueling Circuit is not for the faint-hearted; it requires immense skill, strategy, and courage. However, it also provides an excellent platform for those who aspire to be Aurors or simply wish to improve their combat abilities. Participating in this circuit will test your mettle against some of the most skilled duelists in Hogwarts and later on even Europe, pushing you to reach new heights in your magical prowess.

As your instructor, I am here to guide and support you throughout this journey. We have a dedicated classroom and practice area for those who wish to participate in the Dueling Circuit. I encourage all interested students to come forward and express their desire to join this prestigious competition. Remember, success in the Dueling Circuit will not only reflect well on your own abilities but also on Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as a whole. We will discuss many aspects of dueling, focusing on charms, curses, countercurses, and transfiguration. But never underestimate aspects like rune-based magic, potions, and even herbology that can help you. Not in the sanctioned duels of the circuit but if you ever have to fight use everything at your disposal to defend you and yours.

So, who among you is ready to take up the challenge?"

Flitwick's speech had riled the students up but some looked like they had eaten something bad. Pale face and even shacking they left the hall. But half of the students stayed. In the first hour, Flitwick measured the overall skill level before building different groups out of them. Harry was in one of the advanced groups as was Sayuri. Dueling would be a good way to close the gap between him and older wizards fast. They would train on Wednesday nights and get reading assignments. If they were good enough to go to a tournament additional training would be provided at the weekends.

One week later, at midnight, DADA Office

Harry was looking at the doorframe, it was so simple, and because of that nobody had ever found it. With mundane means, he had opened the upper layer of the wooden frame and now he could see the runecluster made out of elder futhark runes that had been hidden as parselscript. It was an attempt at making real parselrunes and Harry was sure that only a Parselmouth would have been able to read the modified futhark runes. The cluster also included an obscure ward that would hide it as soon, as magic would touch it. Voldemort was a crafty bastard. The cluster had one simple objective lay misfortune on the one that identified the wards as the Professor for the subject. For that, it would measure the signatures coming through the door and the one with the most passings and being an adult would qualify. The power was drained from the castle wards and with time the curse evolved. From the misfortune curse with the intent to vacate the post after each year to the intent to magic that would use misfortune to the utmost extent to make sure the post was vacated even if it had to kill the person holding the position.

Harry was sure he would be bored in runes next year. Voldemort's work was good but after learning for nearly six years under the tutelage of a dragon with centuries of experience and a feeling for magic that most humans today lacked he used his sense to feel the intent of the ward. To deal with it he would have to first cut the ward siphon part. Using his magic to feel for it he slowly followed it till it reached the wards that felt much familiar and welcoming to him for some reason now. If he just could stop the flow, that maybe could lead to the cluster exploding that really was something Harry wanted to avoid. Such an old cluster with so much inherent magic would erase the whole classroom.

Harry was wondering what to do. As long as it was so charged deactivating was no valid option. Could he do something against the magic?

Feeling the intention of his partner he took a step back and Ophion materialized.

"Master, you maybe should feed on the magic. It would be a good meal wouldn't it?"

Harry looked at the young Basilisk after he hissed at him.

"What do you mean Ophion? How should I feed on magic?" Harry hissed back.

"Magic is everywhere around us Master. Even in this bad nest is magic. The walls of this castle have magic. All around the grounds is magic. The magic was stolen by the bad nest from the castle so why not give it back Master?" The young Basilisk looked at his master like it was an easy concept. Harry gaped for a second before he facepalmed.

"Of course, If I'm not able to deactivate the cluster I just invert the siphon over time the curse would be unloaded and deactivated. Ophion you are the best!"

The Basilisk nodded like it was to be expected to be the best and got back into the tattoo on Harry's skin. The young wizard took out his tools and began to etch some runes he needed but this time true parselrunes, which would be responsible for changing the meaning of the part where the magic would be taken from the castle wards and added to the curse. Even if he had some kind of patchwork solution that would render the curse in one to two years powerless, he was disappointed that he had not found a solution that would change it in an instant. Concentrating on the task at hand he could hear the bell tower chime the one o'clock bell. Looking at the marauders map he scanned for patrolling teachers or prefects but he was safe for the time being. Working in peace he nearly had a fatal slip-up as one name appeared on the map. Laying his tools on the side he hissed.

"Ophion, go to the third floor. Feel for the magic of a human that doesn't look like one. There is a rat, missing one toe. Paralyze him and take him to me."

The Basilisk had felt the anger rising in his master and just nodded once before he used his wings and magic to take to the air and vanish into the darkness without even making the tiniest noise. Harry had to finish his work and did so. Taking up another hour he finally flicked his wand to vanish the remains and repair the doorframe just in the right moment as Ophion made his triumphant return. Throwing a paralyzed rat at his feet.

"Crafty rat had evaded me, master. I had to be sneaky and it was so exciting. My first hunt for something other than food and…" Harry could feel the tone in the hiss noises changing from excited young snake to confident king of snakes with an arrogance problem "Of course I accomplished my task"

Harry looked at the rat with the missing toe calling for Lordey. "Take him to the dungeons, he is an Animagus. Prepare accordingly" was the short order at his trusty elf. It took the rat at his wormlike tail holding it away from him like even the elf was disgusted by the mere existence before pooping away with him. Turning to his companion snake.

"Sure, such a professional that needed an hour for a ten-minute walk. You played with your food again did you?"

Ophion looked hurt at Harry before turning his head away. "It was fun hearing him squeal"

The Basilisk hissed back. Could snakes pout was Harry's mental question as he shook his head and patted the scales off Ophion before he got back to piggyback riding as a tattoo. Mentally Harry made a tick behind the remove DADA curse line on his to-do list. Some months left and so much to do the young wizard thought. Maybe should look into this ward-strengthening ritual next.

The next morning Harry sat for breakfast and like every other student had to listen to Ron Weasley yelling that his Pet Rat had gone missing. It took five minutes of constantly asking people that he knew had a cat familiar before the Deputy Headmistress intervened giving him Detention for Disturbing the breakfast. Harry sat there with a knowing smile. He would be better off without an adult lurking around in his bed so you're welcome Weasley.

Harry got back to his work that day, researching rituals and training with the team for the next Quidditch matches. He even got a nightly visit from Dobby again. The little Elf thanked him for staying alive and giving the badly treated hope that the situation would change. Seeing how hurt the elf looked Harry tried to find out who would be his master. The questions the elf mostly dodged made for a clear profile though. Blonde, more money than they should have, and often seen accompanying the minister. This gave Harry all he needed to know. Also, the information that only the Masters treated him badly made the list. Reading the family Grimoire of Slytherin gave him some ideas of what to do but it would have to wait till next year.

It took nearly three weeks to find the ritual in the Grimoire, a week to select the right ingredients, and another month to prepare the runes in the chamber and wait for the right time.

Hogwarts Castle, perched atop a rugged cliff overlooking the vast Scottish Highlands, has been the epicenter of magic and mystery for centuries.

Its ancient walls, towers, and turrets have withstood countless threats from both inside and outside the wizarding world.

However, even the mightiest fortress can be breached if its defenses are weakened or compromised. To ensure that Hogwarts remains a sanctuary of learning and enlightenment, it is essential to perform regular rituals to strengthen its protective wards.

Something that had fallen out of practice for a long time.

One such ritual involves the use of parts from a Basilisk - a mythical creature known for its lethal gaze and venomous fangs.

The Basilisk is considered a potent symbol in pagan practices, the basis for the old rites, representing the rule of an apex predator.

Symbolizing strength through a dominant force Harry wanted to give some of this strength back to the wards.

The ritual begins on a crisp autumn afternoon, under the full moon's glow.

Harry was back in the chamber, organizing the parts from the snake he wanted to use, double-checking the drawn runes.

In the center of the chamber stands an elaborate altar adorned with candles, crystals, herbs, and a large golden bowl filled with water. Parts of the Basilisk's skull, fangs, and feathers are prominently displayed on the altar, surrounded by runes and sigils carved into the stone.

Harry, took his place at the altar, holding a wooden staff etched with magical symbols. He raises his voice, chanting an ancient incantation in Parseltongue: "Hear me now, oh spirits of earth and sky, as we invoke the power of death and rebirth to strengthen our home's defenses high. Let the Basilisk's might be harnessed well, its venom turned to ward against all hell."

The air around him begins to shimmer and shift as if charged with magical energy. A sense of anticipation fills the chamber, heightened by the full moon's radiant light coming through an artificial opening he created. Something he also found in the Grimoire was that Salazar had prepared this room as a ritual site. It was as safe as it could be for the rituals.

Using runes to disperse overflowing magic into the castle wards and grounds to protect those that headed a ritual from certain death if they failed.

When the chant reaches its climax, Harry raises his staff high above his head, directing its tip towards the Basilisk's skull. With a wave of his hand, he releases a torrent of silver-blue magic that flows into the golden bowl on the altar. The water begins to boil and bubble, emitting a putrid stench reminiscent of rotting flesh.

He retrieved a small vial filled with dragon's blood from his robes, something he had trouble asking Erebos off but in the end got in trade for a cow. Uncorking the vial and pouring its crimson contents into the boiling water. The mixture hisses and fumes, turning a deep shade of purple.

Harry nods in satisfaction. He dips his staff into the concoction, drawing out a thick, viscous substance that glistens like liquid gold. He then begins to fill the symbols and runes he had carved into the chamber.

He could feel the wards around Hogwarts pulse with newfound power, shimmering brightly in the darkness. Only to be seen by those with the right eyes and felt by those trained, Harry witnessed with each symbol he filled with the substance and magic how the magic was flowing.

The ritual continues through the night, culminating in a final chant that echoes throughout the chamber: "Hogwarts, home to many, protected by spell and stone, may this ward stand strong against all evil's fell. Basilisk's might, now our ally, keep the darkness at bay, and let the light shine free."

With the last note of the chant finished, Harry could feel magic that swirled in the air taking hold of his own taking what was due from him as the ingredients burned in bright green flames.

Standing on wobbly legs he tried his best to stand strong but failed and fell to one knee panting. The next day Professor Dumbledore would get reports that the Ice in the corridors had melted and for the time not come back.

Deep in the bowels of the castle where once an ancient magic filed the wards that were slowly failing a specter of a hooded person nodded before it spoke to no one present. "Keep it up, we may be able to save Hogwarts"

Getting called to the headmaster's office the next day was no surprise for Harry as his Head of House led him there.

"I hope you did nothing wrong Harry you are progressing very fast and it would be a shame if you could not register for the next youth tournament because you got too many sanctions against your name."

Harry chuckled still using his extended staff to hold him up with still weak legs he thought back to the day before the ritual where Flitwick announced that duellers would have to be mostly clean records. They represented Hogwarts and would have been the best-behaved students if they wanted to get sponsored by him at international tournaments.

"Don't worry Professor I have a feeling I may get some words for being reckless but nothing more"

Raising a brow but speaking only the password to the headmaster's staircase guardian they shortly after entered the office. Both took a seat on a provided chair and Harry, after getting the offer took a lemon drop enjoying the small mixture of pepper up and calming draught. He got a twinkling smile from Dumbledore before the headmaster opened the conversation.

"Last night I woke up shortly after the moon was at its peak, you could say I got jolted awake by something zapping me out of my sleep. Not thinking much about it I quickly got back to sleep. This morning Minerva reports that the Ice is completely melted on the sixth floor and just after Lunch she tells me that you Mister Potter look pale for some reason but refuse to go to the hospital wing."

He made a short break before he continued to look at Harry who sat relaxed and with a knowing smirk.

"I know that Madam Pomfrey's care can sometimes seem to be clinging or even overbearing. But she is one of the best professionals in healing as you should know doing occasional visits and taking lessons from her so I find myself with a mystery to solve but also a possible solution."

He adjusted his glasses and became and still smiled in his grandfatherly manner.

"Did you have anything to do with the wards zapping me awake or the ice melting Mister Potter?"

Harry chuckled before he smirked. "Theoretically speaking, if a student found a way to help Hogwarts by, let us say donating some parts of a magical beast slain around Hogwarts in a certain way with the aim to stabilize the wards and prepare to sort this mess out next year what would that result in?"

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair while Flitwick chuckled and looked with pride at his student. "Who had thought the cunning and ambitious would wear blue and bronze? I know that you are good in those types of magic Mister Potter, but at the same time, I am responsible for the safety of my students and staff. So If such a student wants to help solve the mystery around Hogwarts, the student should remember that there is a headmaster who would listen to his concerns and plans. I would strongly suggest the student do so from this point on or this student would find himself with much more direct supervision in the future."

Harry nodded slowly. "I will go spread the message headmaster. I am sure the student will remember this and come forward next year with his plans. I don't think he is ready to do so at the moment."

Dumbledore nodded satisfied. "Don't forget your award ceremony at the end of the year Mister Potter. It would be most unfortunate if you find yourself with more good publicity." the old wizard chuckled and Fawkes chirped from its perch before the student and professor bid the headmaster goodbye again.

"Harry, don't do something foolish the next time okay? If you don't want to go to the headmaster, you can ask me. My heritage got me some insights into the practices the government deemed too dark to do anymore." The professor used the more familiar form of address as the two of them were on their way to the Ravenclaw tour.

"Yes, Professor. If I would ever do something like that I would make sure to include some advisors from now on." Winking he entered the common room of Ravenclaw leaving a chuckling half-goblin to make sure everything was looking fine before going back to his office.

Slowly the year was coming to a close. Only one last match against the Gryffindors and the end-of-year exams and Harry would sit in the Hogwarts Express this time to ride back with his friends.

Quidditch Stadium, nearly the end of the year

As the sun begins to set over Hogwarts Castle, casting long shadows across the Quidditch pitch, the stadium fills with a sense of anticipation. Students from all houses have gathered to watch the highly-anticipated match between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor.

The pitch is immaculately maintained, its emerald green grass glistening in the fading light. The hoops stand tall and bright against the backdrop of the castle walls, their golden rings glinting in the sun. The goalposts are adorned with the house colors - blue for Ravenclaw and red for Gryffindor - adding a touch of excitement to the already tense atmosphere.

In the distance, the sound of brooms can be heard as players from both teams warm up, their shouts and laughter echoing across the grounds. The air is filled with the sweet scent of freshly cut grass and the salty tang of the nearby lake.

As the clock strikes five, the teams take to the field, each player mounted on their Emberbolt broomstick. The game begins, and students from all houses cheer loudly for their favorites. Despite the summer heat starting to settle in, there's a palpable energy in the air as everyone watches eagerly, waiting for the whistle that would start the game.

The teams got back into their rooms as the stadium was filled with the last of the students. They finally came out to much cheers from the respective houses after Madam Hooch came to the field. Announcing the match and letting the Captains shake hands. Before she released the balls and started the match with a whistle.

"Come on, Gryffindors! Show 'em what you're made of!" shouts Lee Jordan from his position as the Commentator. He watches intently as Harry Potter and his Ravenclaw teammates take to the pitch, each player mounted on their Emberbolt broomstick.

"It looks like we've got a tough match ahead of us today," Lee comments as he sees the skilled players from the two houses flying around the Quidditch pitch. "But I know my Gryffindors are up for the challenge!"

As the game progresses, Lee can't help but cheer on his teammates. "Way to go, Angelina! That was a great shot!" he shouts when Angelina scores a goal for the Gryffindors. He also adds some constructive criticism when needed, like, "Watch out for those Bludgers, Fred and George!"

Despite his bias towards Gryffindor, Lee acknowledges the skill of the Ravenclaw Seeker, Harry Potter. "Harry Potter is really showing off his flying skills today," he comments as he watches Harry dodge Bludgers and chase after the Golden Snitch like he was born to be in the sky. Flips corkscrews and a Wronski faint against the Gryffindor seeker that planet McLaggen straight into the ground.

In the end, despite their best efforts, the Gryffindors fall short against the skilled Ravenclaw team. As Harry Potter catches the Golden Snitch, securing victory for his team, Lee can't help but shake his head in admiration. "Well played, Ravenclaws," he says with a sigh. "But let's hope we get another chance to take you down next time!"

Harry was nearly carried off the field before he could even put his broom away. The party in the common room for the win and the Cup that would stand in it for the next year was great and only broken up as Professor Flitwick fired three cannon blast charms two hours after midnight and told them to finally get into their beds.

The time after that flew by and Harry sat in a compartment with his friends who still teased him with his award for special services for the school.

"I mean slaying the beast that had petrified Misses Norris and had the potential to kill us is a good thing to get an award for Harry," Sayuri said with a badly hidden smirk.

"Yeah Yeah, your acceptance speech was great Harry and I quote. Thank you." Neville broke into laughter as he looked at him "I mean two words. you can do better the last time you had to encourage me with something you gave this whole speech about courage and everything."

Luna chimed in "Don't listen to them, big brother. They are just Jealous that they weren't hugged by Filch."

Harry was red like a tomato but took it in stride. Everything had the signs for a pleasant train ride before the door opened and Malfoy came into the compartment. "Feeling proud of yourself now Potter?" He sneered at him flanked by Crabbe and Goyle. The Group in the compartment stopped joking around looking at Harry who was looking at Malfoy with a bored expression.

"What is your problem Malfoy?" Harry asked just for Malfoy to look at his group. Sayuri, Padma, Luna, Susan, and Neville sat with Harry today. Hannah had been picked up by her mother straight from Hogwarts because they would start with an early vacation.

"First getting an award you did not deserve from that idiot of a headmaster and then you sit here with this riff raf. Immigrants, a Squip, and a Loon, the only good company is Bones. I told you back in the first year I could help you. You should have listened. The opening of the chamber was a sign that the time is starting to come back when the right sort would get back to rule like they did in the old times."

The compartment got colder in an instant. Luna moved closer to Harry and took hold of his right hand, suspiciously before that it had started a flick movement. Luna and Harry exchanged a look before Harry sighed and looked at Malfoy. "Look Malfoy, I don't know what exactly got into you this morning. I already told you what would happen if you drew your wand on me again. Now you come in here, nearly threaten us, and belittle my friends even my little sister." That temperature was falling down even more. Malfoy did not back down.

"I just tell you the truth Potter" spatting the name out like it was poison. Draco took another step into the compartment but a wave of magic pushed him a step back as Harry stood up, the eyes changing a bit to his draconic form for just a second.

"Your mother was a Black, right?" Taken aback by Harry's cold but strait question Malfoy forgets to sneer.

"Yes she is, but what does this matter right now Potter?" He looked at him taking a step back for a moment as he felt the magical pushback.

"My Godfather is the reigning Lord Black, you should be careful Malfoy. At the moment we are running an audit on the Black accounts. I would hope for the Regent Malfoy who was not appointed by the Lord Black, that there are no irregularities. I get the feeling that even if there is one galleon missing to parts unknown it would have to most unpleasant consequences for the Regent. A Sister of mine just remind me who was this Regent Black again?" he looked at Luna who had her serene smile back.

"Oh that was Lucious Malfoy Harry" she spoke airly looking at Harry with something like a notion of what Harry wanted to do.

"Malfoy, Like Draco Malfoy?" Luna nodded eagerly and Harry looked at Draco again. "So you see Draco. Daddy should maybe be careful, it could be the case that the Goblins knock on Daddy's door to collect the outstanding loan of house Malfoy. If you say just one more word that happens to anger me, the Heir Black, the first thing I am about to do when I get home is to start the process needed to disown your mother and you because you are not showing proper respect to your betters" Harry spat out.

Taking another step back and bumping into his goons it took a moment before he got through them and left the compartment in a hurry. A faint voice of Susan was heard next.

"Do really plan to disown his mother and him Harry? You could poke a dragon with something like that."

Harry shook his head waving his wand at the door closing and sealing it shut.

"For this little spar with words no. The only reason I threatened him with it was to get him out here faster and without cursing him into next year."

Neville picked up the conversation.

"That maybe worked like a charm but why warn him and his father of the audit?"

Harry smirked and looked at Luna who also had a knowing smile on her face before she answered for him. "Because the Nargles already took everything."

Malfoy Manor, one hour after the train left Hogsmeade station

The exterior of Malfoy Manor is impressive, with its dark grey stone walls and ornate gothic architecture.

Upon entering through the grand front doors, visitors are greeted by a lavish marble foyer featuring intricate mosaics and soaring ceilings adorned with stained glass windows depicting scenes from ancient wizarding history.

The manor's public areas include a spacious drawing room, furnished with plush velvet couches and armchairs arranged around a fireplace carved from rare obsidian stone. The walls are adorned with priceless works of art, including several original paintings by famous wizarding artists such as Tristan Tewfett and Emily Brandon.

The dining room is equally impressive, featuring a long mahogany table capable of seating up to twenty guests. The walls are lined with golden-framed portraits of past Malfoy ancestors, their eyes following the movements of those in the room. The china and silverware used for dining are exquisite, each piece bearing the Malfoy family crest.

The manor also boasts a well-stocked wine cellar, complete with temperature-controlled storage rooms and a tasting area featuring a long wooden table and comfortable leather armchairs. The collection includes vintages from all over the world, as well as several rare elixirs and potions said to have magical properties when consumed in moderation.

Throughout these public areas, there is an underlying sense of elegance and sophistication that reflects the Malfoy family's status and wealth. However, visitors cannot help but feel a chill in the air, as if something darker lurks just beneath the surface of this seemingly perfect facade.

In his personal study Lucious Malfoy was looking over a letter that had just arrived with the usual post. The Gringotts sign was nothing new he had enough of them in his accounting folder but it was that it was out of its usual time that had led to him opening it in his study.

As he quickly read through the document he paled and was on his way to the door nearly falling over his robes, he yelled for his wife.

"NARCISSA!"

Narcissa's private room, one hour after the train left Hogsmeade station

As Narcissa Malfoy enters her private chambers, she is greeted by a stark contrast to the opulent public areas of Malfoy Manor. Her room is decorated in deep shades of black and grey, with accents of silver and white. The walls are lined with velvet drapes that billow gently in the breeze from an open window, revealing a breathtaking view of the manor grounds below.

The bed dominates the center of the room, its heavy black iron frame topped with plush silver-threaded linens and several fluffy pillows. A matching armoire stands sentry at the foot of the bed, housing an array of elegant robes in various shades of black and white.

A large fireplace made of polished obsidian stone sits opposite the bed, its embers glowing warmly against the cool grey marble surrounding it. Above the mantlepiece hangs a portrait of Narcissa's late husband, Lucius Malfoy, his cold eyes seeming to follow her every move.

Looking at the Letter with the Black Family seal she used a family spell to blind the portrait.

"Hey Cissy,

I give you notice that your Lucy was a very bad boy and I punished him. Taking from the black fortune without refunding the family is such bad manners. I took the liberty to order the Goblins to claim all open loans the Malfoy's are due. It happens that these loans were so huge they nearly emptied the Malfoy family vault. Activating two things. First the claim on all house elves for house black and a clause in your marriage contract. That if the Mafloy would ever steal from house black and the Head of House Black wishes to do so, he could end the marriage.

Good News I make you this offer, go to Gringotts and undergo a truth-seeking ritual if you ever took up your wand in Voldy's name. If you did, you can join your husband in trying to stay alive in the shark-infested water he himself had created. If not, Great! Welcome back to the family. The letter is a Portkey to Gringotts where a second one will wait if you are Narcissa Black again. I am not so cruel as ol' Acturus though I never touched your son's trust vault and his tuition is covered. The time of "tojurs pur" has ended and we get back to the first of the black mottos "famille par-dessus tout ". The family will come first and only what will help the family move forward will be accepted. If you are dragging us down by being a follower of this madman like your sister. I will gladly deal with you like I will deal with her as soon as I get my hands on her marriage contract to check if she did everything without a marriage compulsion clause or something like that.

I hope to see you again.

Lord Sirius Orion Black III.

PS: Use the Motto for the Portkey"

Narcissa looked at the letter one last time before she flicked her wand at her trunk which started packing itself with all her things. Waiting for it to finish she heard her husband yell her name

"NARCISSA"

Sighing she pointed the wand at the Portrait of her soon-to-be Exhusband setting it aflame and feeling more alive than ever before whispering the Motto to the letter at the moment as the door to her room burst open. Closeing the hand on her trunk she was whisked away before Lucious could even move into her room.

Seeing his Portrait in flames and his wife gone Lucious did what every respectful pureblooded aristocrat would do after seeing his plans crushing on him and going up in flames. He started a tantrum. Screaming himself raw before getting completely drunk with fire whiskey.

A/N: Let me know what should happen to Narcissa and Bellatrix, maybe Bella was bewitched and didn't even know it? Harry will take a break while I prepare everything for year three and get some writing in for Naruto. You can always reach out to me over the Discord Server (Link in Profile).