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Chapter 9
Harry lay on his bed fighting the fatigue that threatened to overtake him. The parting words of his Godfather echoed in his mind.
Love? Is that what I feel toward Daphne?
He lifted his head and flipped his pillow over, enjoying the chill when he placed his head back down.
I guess it's possible. My mum loved me, and she died for me. I know I was prepared to die for Daphne in the Chamber.
An image of him diving over Daphne to intercept Voldemort's curse flashed in his mind.
Maybe Sirius is right…
Harry blanched, briefly recalling a very uncomfortable discussion with his Godfather.
And maybe I need to re-evaluate my definition of love… Based on my original definition and the, uh, Sirius version, I think he's right. I do love Daphne.
A small smile flitted across Harry's face as he closed his eyes. He let out a small gleeful laugh.
I love Daphne Greengrass.
The next morning Harry awoke feeling more rested than he could remember in recent memory. He was in a stranger's home and said stranger was a convicted mass murderer. Harry had never, in all his life, felt safer. He yawned and stretched before climbing out of bed. Sirius burst into the room, whistling, and stopped.
Harry was changing shirts, the scars on his back, arms, and chest clearly visible. Malnutrition showed heavily on his scrawny frame. Sirius had to take a calming breath and force a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Morning, pup."
Harry pulled his shirt down, hiding the scars. He turned and flashed a genuine smile at his Godfather.
"Good morning, Sirius."
"Hungry?"
"Starved."
"Let's eat then!" Sirius clapped his hands. "Dobby should have breakfast done. Then we'll head to Gringotts."
Harry nodded and followed Sirius to the dining table where breakfast was waiting. He ate with gusto until a question arose in his mind.
"Are you sure it's wise for me to be seen in Diagon Alley?" Harry asked.
"We'll be taking the floo directly to Gringotts," Sirius informed. "Being Lord Black has certain advantages; one being we have a direct floo to a client waiting room."
Harry finished his breakfast and stood. Sirius quickly downed his tea and followed suit. Harry noted Sirius was dressed in formal robes and had shaved and trimmed his hair. He still carried a haunted look, but overall appeared much healthier and less maniacal.
The two stepped out of the floo into a large waiting room. Black tile lined the floor, shining in the bright white light emanating from the high ceiling. Leather couches and chairs were scattered about the room, some with side tables nearby. Sirius plopped down on a chair and kicked his feet up on a nearby footstool. Harry took a seat on a nearby couch.
"Now what?" Harry asked.
Sirius chuckled. "I suspect we'll see Ranlok in…"
The door opened and a wizened goblin entered.
"Now," Sirius quipped and stood. "Ranlok! It has been too long!"
"Lord Black," Ranlok inclined his head. "And I see you have brought Mister Potter with you."
"Yes, I believe a discussion with Agnok will be in order today," Sirius informed.
"Hmph. Indeed." Ranlok turned and beckoned the two to follow.
Sirius shot Harry a wry grin and they swept through several hallways before arriving at Ranlok's office. Ranlok took a seat behind his desk, folding his hands atop his desk. Sirius and Harry took seats on the opposite side. Sirius appeared very relaxed but radiated an air of confidence and authority.
Maybe I should let him teach me the old ways, Harry thought.
"How can Gringotts help you today, Lord Black?" Ranlok questioned.
"I'd like to start with obtaining my Lordship ring," Sirius replied casually.
Ranlok gave a sadistic grin and disappeared for several minutes before he returned with a small wooden box which he opened for Sirius.
"Your ring," Ranlok intoned.
Sirius reached forward with his thumb and index finger but halted above the ring. Steeling himself, Sirius grabbed it and slid it over his left index finger, hissing in pain briefly until there was a small flash and Sirius sighed in relief.
"It appears you are indeed recognized as Lord Black," Ranlok confirmed with a toothy smile. "What further business do you have with Gringotts this day?"
Sirius sniffed derisively; his momentary lapse of confidence forgotten.
"The banishment of Bellatrix Lestrange and Narcissa Malfoy from the Black family, along with her son, Draco Malfoy. If Lucius Malfoy has any ties to the Black family and its assets, I would like them broken."
Ranlok nodded and opened a desk drawer, pulling out several forms which he began filling in and flicking over to Sirius. Sirius snatched the forms as they arrived, giving them a quick glance before nodding and taking a black quill from the desk and signing. Harry looked at the signature in confusion.
"Blood quill," Sirius answered, wincing slightly as he signed a third form. "Illegal to use outside of Gringotts and official Ministry documentation."
"Anything else, Lord Black?" Ranlok asked.
"I would like Andromeda Tonks and Nymphadora Tonks reinstated to the Black family, should they desire it."
Ranlok riffled through his desk and pulled more forms out. Sirius signed them as quickly as they came. When Ranlok sat back and folded his hands atop his desk, Sirius gave another request.
"Harry Potter," Sirius clapped his Godson on the shoulder. "Is to be my heir and the future Lord Black."
Ranlok raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure that is wise, Lord Black?"
Sirius quirked an eyebrow. Harry caught the glare Ranlok sent in his direction.
"Mr. Ranlok?" Harry spoke up.
The goblin turned to Harry in surprise.
"Did I do something to offend you?" Harry asked confusedly.
"You have refused to respond to Gringotts correspondence," Ranlok informed. "We do not take kindly to being ignored, even by a Wizard as esteemed as yourself."
"I can honestly say I have never received any letters from Gringotts," Harry admitted. "The first letter I received from the Wizarding world was my Hogwarts acceptance letter."
Ranlok blinked and then pressed a button on the underside of his desk. A hidden door slid open on silent hinges, admitting a heavily armored goblin. Ranlok said something in a language Harry didn't understand, and the guard saluted and stepped back, the door closing and melding seamlessly with the wall once more.
"We will address this startling revelation with Agnok momentarily," Ranlok deadpanned.
He opened another desk drawer and pulled out a stack of papers which he began filling out. Once again, Sirius signed them as Ranlok flicked them over. They were about halfway through when the main door opened and another goblin entered, roughly the same appearance as Ranlok.
"Mister Potter," Agnok stated stiffly. "I find myself surprised."
Ranlok spoke in what Harry would later learn was called Gobbledegook for several minutes with Agnok, who eventually nodded and departed. Sirius finished signing the last document and flexed his hand, rubbing it painfully.
"Hurts after a bit," he told Harry with a smirk.
Ranlok pulled the same box he'd presented to Sirius earlier back out.
"Heir Black, your ring," he said stiffly.
Harry looked at it warily before sighing and taking it, slipping it on his left index finger. There was a flash and the ring resized itself. Harry swore he saw a flicker of relief filter through Sirius's eyes. The door opened and Agnok returned, appearing offput. About a minute of discussion occurred between the two account managers before they finally addressed their clients.
"Lord Black," Ranlok began. "I believe our business is concluded."
"Mister Potter," Agnok stepped forward. "It would appear we have issues that need to be addressed. A Guardianship block was initiated to prevent you from taking any inheritances."
Sirius blinked. "What?"
"Guardianship block?" Harry questioned.
"Yes, it would seem your Guardian has attempted to bar you from taking any inheritances until you come of age," Agnok informed.
"Seventeen?!" Sirius stood up indignantly. "Who the hell is his Guardian? It should be me, as his Godfather, or Aria Greengrass, as his Godmother!"
Agnok and Ranlok shared a look.
"His Guardian is Albus Dumbledore," Ranlok stated.
"WHAT?!" Sirius bellowed.
-GU-
In the great hall, McGonagall, Flitwick, and the majority of the staff were glaring daggers at Dumbledore, who nervously fingered his wand, anticipating a strike at any moment.
"You have much to explain, Albus," McGonagall said tersely.
"And much to answer for," Flitwick added.
Dumbledore sighed and shook his head.
Meanwhile, Daphne was still reeling from something she technically knew, but now had firm confirmation from Harry through his memories.
He loves me, she thought numbly. He really loves me.
"Earth to Daphne." Astoria poked her sister in the ribs.
Daphne hissed in pain. "What?"
"Did you catch that? The goblins didn't refute that mum is Harry's Godmother," she said softly. "Why would mum never tell us about Harry? And why did she not try and claim him when his parents were killed?"
Astoria paused for a moment, scrunching her face in thought.
"How did mum not completely freak out when you two met Harry in Diagon Alley?"
Daphne appeared impassive and turned to the staff table, watching the professors argue.
"Maybe she did, Tori," Daphne muttered. "Is it so hard to believe that Dumbledore might have interfered?"
Astoria shivered. "If that's true… Does that mean he also messed with your head?"
Daphne shrugged. "Maybe? I still can't figure out the reason why, though. What plans could Harry and I having a relationship possibly impact?"
Astoria licked her lips nervously. "I don't know, Daph. But Malfoy knows something."
"What?" Daphne snapped.
"Earlier, when you were upset," Astoria whispered. "He looked over at me, grinned, and winked."
Daphne sat up straighter, turning her gaze to the lump of five students in the far corner. They were still stunned and bound.
"If Malfoy is involved…" Daphne trailed off.
"Then maybe those who serve him, are too?" Astoria posited timidly.
"Morgana help us if that's true, Tori," Daphne breathed.
-GU-
Back on screen, Sirius was letting his displeasure be known.
"How did Albus fucking Dumbledore override the written will of James and Lily Potter?!" Sirius raged.
Harry was surprised when both account managers actually flinched.
"It appears there has been an oversight," Agnok responded. "Gringotts is looking into it as we speak. From what we have discovered, the will of James and Lily Potter has remained sealed."
Sirius opened and closed his mouth, at a loss for words. He sank back into his chair and placed a shaky hand over his eyes.
"Merlin's hairy balls," he swore weakly. "And Harry's mail?"
"All correspondence has gone to Mister Potter's Guardian," Agnok replied.
Sirius was already shaking his head. "Not that. Personal mail. Surely Harry received mail from well-wishers?"
Ranlok cleared his throat. "Gringotts has discovered a, ah, complication."
"This is my surprised face," Sirius deadpanned with a frown. "How the hell do we undo this nightmare?"
"We would recommend engaging the services of a solicitor," Agnok advised. "Due to the scale of this problem, we feel it would be wise to have legal counsel."
"And I trust Gringotts will cover the costs of said legal counsel, considering the scope of this monumental oversight?"
The two account managers did well to hide their scowls. Harry sensed that goblins were rather covetous of gold and noted that Sirius was hitting them where it would hurt the most.
"Of course, Lord Black," Ranlok grunted.
A savage grin spread across Sirius's face. "Then I would like to request Ted Tonks."
Ranlok blanched. Ted Tonks did not come cheap. It made sense, however. Sirius had just re-admitted the man's wife into his family.
"We will contact him," Ranlok informed stiffly.
"Mister Potter," Agnok beckoned. "If you would follow me, we will confirm your Heirship."
"I thought it was blocked?" Harry questioned.
"Attempted," Agnok pointed out. "None can deny you your rightful Heirship."
"Let's go, pup," Sirius stood and motioned for Agnok to lead the way.
The two entered Agnok's office where he opened a similar box to the one Ranlok presented.
"Your Heirship ring," Agnok held the box in an outstretched hand.
Harry warily picked up the ring and placed it on his left middle finger. It flashed brightly and shrunk to size.
"Heir Potter," Agnok inclined his head. "If you would return with Lord Black to the waiting area, we will send Ted Tonks to you when he arrives."
Harry nodded numbly and followed Sirius back to the waiting room where the two took seats in adjacent chairs.
"Uh, Sirius?" Harry called, scratching the back of his neck nervously.
"Hmm?"
"What just happened?"
"A meddlesome old goat has stuck his crooked nose in affairs that he should have no business interfering with."
"I'm lost," Harry admitted with a sigh.
"Dumbledore attempted to prevent your claim to House Potter, Harry," Sirius informed. "He has no authority to do so. The very act is suspicious. More concerning, however, is that James and Lily's will was never read on their death. I told you yesterday your parents would never have allowed you to go to the Dursley's. Also, there's the issue with your mail. You should, at the bare minimum, be receiving personal mail, but you aren't."
Sirius leaned back and rubbed his face in agitation.
"These are issues we need Ted Tonks to investigate and unwind," Sirius continued. "He's the best solicitor in Britain. Andi knows how to pick them."
"Andi?"
"Andromeda Tonks, nee Black," Sirius waved his hand. "My oldest cousin and oldest sister to Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange."
"I know of Malfoy, although I've never met her," Harry murmured, rubbing his chin in thought.
Sirius chuckled. "My three cousins were considered the most beautiful and deadly witches of their generation. Andi fell in love with a muggle-born, Ted Tonks, and was cast out from the family."
"And you reinstated her," Harry noted.
"Correct," Sirius affirmed. "Andi was always my favorite. Cissa was okay, but standoffish. Bellatrix was, and is, batshit crazy."
Harry blinked.
"The Lestrange family are all Death Eaters, part of Voldemort's inner circle. Bellatrix is arguably the most fanatical of Voldemort's followers. Thank Merlin I wasn't in a cell adjacent to that loon." Sirius scowled in remembrance.
"And Nymphadora?"
"Ted and Andi's daughter," Sirius answered. "Haven't seen her since she was a kid."
The door to the waiting room opened and a single man entered, carrying a briefcase and wearing a sharp muggle suit. He adjusted his tie before approaching the two. His expression was practiced indifference, although an eyebrow did quirk when he saw Sirius Black.
"Lord Black," Ted Tonks inclined his head slightly. "It would appear Gringotts has insisted I take your case."
Harry eyed the man as he stood ramrod straight, his knuckles whitening as he clenched his briefcase handle. Clearly, he was uncomfortable to be in the same room as Sirius. Ted's black, wavy, hair had streaks of grey. He was cleanshaven, and his brown eyes glittered with wisdom.
"Ted," Sirius sighed. "I would hug you, but I'm sure you're not happy to be here."
"Quite," Ted grunted.
"There's a lot to discuss," Sirius gestured at Harry. "You're not here for me. You're here for my Godson."
Ted's eyes widened as he regarded Harry.
"Harry Potter?"
"That's me," Harry gave a half-wave.
"With Sirius Black?" Ted Tonks gawked.
"It's a long story, Ted," Sirius said grimly. "And Andi should be there to hear it."
Ted turned an analytical eye on Sirius.
"Andi, huh?" He chuckled. "You know, she always said you were innocent. Still believes it to this day."
"She's right," Harry stated firmly.
Ted appraised Harry for a moment before giving a slight nod. "Very well. Dare I ask what you need me for?"
Sirius took a deep breath and explained what they knew so far, as well as informing Ted of his changes to the Blacks and how they discovered Harry's Guardianship woes. Ted had taken a seat shortly after they began. Now caught up, he sat in contemplation. Harry twiddled his thumbs while Sirius leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling with closed eyes.
"We need to start with a heritage test," Ted informed.
"What's that?" Harry questioned.
"It's a test that reveals what families you are tied to through blood," Sirius said, still keeping his eyes closed. "It's mainly used to ascertain if you have other inheritances."
"And you think I might?" Harry asked.
"It's possible," Ted nodded. "But it would be wise to see if Dumbledore has his hands in any other of your affairs, or if this is relegated to just House Potter."
"This is all so confusing," Harry shook his head in frustration. "I don't understand any of this."
"Ah!" Sirius sat up. "Dobby!"
Dobby appeared with a pop!
"How can Dobby serve the Great-"
Sirius handed the house-elf a slip of parchment while cutting him off, "Can you run to Flourish and Blotts and procure these books, please?"
Dobby nodded enthusiastically and vanished.
"The books will help you understand what we're talking about." Sirius grinned at Harry, "And better help you woo Miss Greengrass."
Ted raised an eyebrow at Sirius.
"Can we do that test thing?" Harry jumped to his feet, flushing slightly.
The three stood and moved to Agnok's office where Harry was required to press his thumb into a needle sticking out of a cracked stone basin. He did so, hardly registering the pain, and Agnok stepped away with the basin. Several minutes passed without his return, causing Ted to frown.
"Something wrong?" Sirius looked over at Ted.
"They should have been done five minutes ago," Ted muttered.
Suddenly, Agnok reappeared, clearly frazzled. He took a seat at his desk and attempted to appear composed, but his hands shook slightly.
"I must say, Mister Potter, Gringotts has not had this much excitement since the break in almost two years ago," Agnok stated.
"What happened?" Ted demanded.
"The heritage test yielded," Agnok paused. "Curious results."
"And what does that bloody mean?" Sirius snarked.
"It means that Gringotts needs time to evaluate the results of the test, before we can speak further," Agnok replied cryptically.
Ted narrowed his eyes. "Oh?"
"Yes," Agnok nodded and waved his hand. The door behind them opened. "Gringotts will contact Mister Potter and his solicitor, Ted Tonks, when we have come to a conclusion."
"See that you do," Ted nodded stiffly and jerked his head toward the door at Sirius and Harry.
The three departed into the hallway where Ted took the lead, taking them back to the client waiting room.
"Okay, what the hell?" Sirius threw his hands in the air.
"I don't know," Ted shrugged. "This is a first for me."
Both adults turned to Harry, who fidgeted nervously under their gaze. Sirius caught it and sighed.
"Let's go home, pup," he motioned to the floo.
Home, Harry thought, feeling a warmth rush through him. An image of Daphne flickered in his mind. I wish Daph was here. She'd know what is going on.
"Si-Sirius," Harry hesitated. "What about the…" He mumbled the last part unintelligibly.
"The what now?"
Harry felt blood rushing to his face. He didn't want to say it.
Sirius, noting the growing embarrassment of his Godson, did what all good Godfather's should do. He doubled down.
"Sorry, pup, I didn't catch that," he grinned cheekily.
"Can't we check for marriage contracts?" Harry whispered.
"You'll have to speak up, kiddo," Sirius practically sang with mirth.
"Damnit, you mangy mutt!" Harry bellowed. "Can we check for bloody marriage contracts?!"
Sirius doubled over laughing, slapping his thighs while Ted looked in surprise.
"Dare I ask?" Ted looked at Sirius who shook his head, wiping at his eyes.
"You heard Heir Potter-Black," Sirius snorted. "How can we find out if there are any active marriage contracts? Specifically tied to House Potter."
Ted blinked. "Well, I can have Agnok run a check."
"Please," Harry requested.
Ted stepped away for a few minutes before returning.
"It would appear there are no active contracts for House Potter," he informed.
Harry sighed in defeat.
"Told ya not to get your hopes up, kiddo," Sirius shrugged. "Looks like you'll need those books even more now."
"Yeah…" Harry mumbled, staring at the floor.
Ted glanced at Sirius who shook his head with a wry smile. Sirius held out his hand.
"I meant what I said, Ted. I really want to see Andi."
Ted grinned and shook the offered hand. "Andi will be thrilled to see you. Obviously, we'll need to work on getting you acquitted."
"I have a plan for that," Sirius assured. "But let's get the family together first. When is Andi free?"
"She's off tomorrow. Even if she wasn't, she'd make time."
"Excellent! Let's start early. Say, 8am? Tell Andi to floo the ancestral home of the Blacks. She'll know what it is."
Ted nodded and Sirius led Harry to the floo.
"Thank you for your help, Mr. Tonks," Harry said. "I don't know what's going on, but I am still grateful."
"We'll get this sorted, Harry," Ted smiled. "After all, we're family."
Family, Harry thought. I have a family. A real family.
The green flare of the floo flames hid the smile that lit across Harry's face.
-GU-
July 4, 1993, flashed across the screen. Harry was standing in the sitting room with Sirius when the fireplace flashed and out stepped Ted Tonks and whom he assumed to be Andromeda Tonks, nee Black. The woman was tall, stood ramrod straight, and had long black hair. She was older than Sirius, but still beautiful, with sharp, aristocratic features. A huge smile broke free when she saw Sirius grinning at her.
"Siri!" She gave a very un-ladylike squeal and ran to embrace Sirius.
"Andi!" Sirius accepted the embrace from his oldest cousin. "Merlin! It is good to see you!"
"And you!" Andromeda swiped at her watery eyes. "I've always known you would never betray James."
"It was Peter," Sirius said solemnly.
Andromeda swore. Then she noticed Harry standing off to the side.
"Siri, is this who I think it is?"
"This is my Godson," Sirius smiled sadly.
"Harry Potter," Andromeda breathed before she whacked Sirius in the chest. "You have much to explain, Siri."
"We'll get to that," Sirius promised. "First, I need that gorgeous brain of yours."
"Oh?"
"Let's take a seat in the dining room," Sirius swept an arm behind his cousin, leading her out of the room. "We'll take a quick trip via pensieve, then you'll understand what we need."
Andromeda glanced at her husband, who held his hands up defensively.
"Don't look at me," Ted protested. "I'm in the dark just as you."
Andromeda snorted.
"Can I excuse myself?" Harry sighed. "I don't want to see it, Sirius."
"Go ahead, pup." Sirius smiled sadly. "You'll be in your room?"
Harry nodded morosely and trudged up the stairs, careful not to wake the portrait. He plopped on his bed and exhaled while he grabbed one of the three books Dobby had bought him. He wanted to understand what had happened in Gringotts. Harry thumbed through the pages absently.
I really wanted a contract.
He smiled softly.
I really need to learn this old way stuff. Sirius says it's important to Daphne, so that makes it important to me. I'll learn it all for her.
-GU-
In the great hall, Astoria glanced at her older sister, who wearily leaned back against a stack of pillows.
"What about you, Daph?" Astoria asked gently, smirking slightly.
"Huh?"
"Do you wish there was a contract?"
"Tori!" Daphne scolded. "What good would there be if there was one? Harry hates me."
"You don't know that." Astoria countered while brushing a stray strand of her dark hair behind her ear. "So?"
Daphne bit her lower lip, refusing to look at her sister.
"It doesn't matter what I want."
"Ugh, Daffy!" Astoria poked her sister in the ribs, hard. "Stop being so stubborn! Just answer the bloody question!"
"Fine!" Daphne snarled. "Yes! I wish there was a contract!"
"See? Was that so hard?" Astoria teased.
"I wish I never hurt Harry," Daphne continued, tears starting to fall. "I wish my emotions and memories hadn't been fucked with!"
Her body shook as she began sobbing.
"I -hic- I wish -hic- that I was worthy of his love!"
She turned and buried her face in her pillows, wailing.
-GU-
On screen, Harry was still reading his book when a knock on his door interrupted him. Andromeda cracked the door slightly.
"May I come in, Harry?"
Harry set his book down and nodded nervously. Andromeda entered and took a seat on the edge of his bed. Harry watched her scan the room before appearing to focus on his book.
"What book are you reading, Harry?"
"It's an Occlumency book," Harry replied hesitantly. "Dumbledore gave it to me because Voldemort can read my thoughts."
Andromeda nodded. She had seen the memory Harry had provided to Sirius. "And have you established a mindscape?"
Harry gave a toothless smile. "I have. I've also sorted my memories."
Andromeda quirked an eyebrow. "That is to be commended for one so young, Harry. You have done this simply from reading the text?"
"Yes," Harry sighed. "I've not had anyone to help me practice. I don't really understand what it means about mental defenses and shields. I try and meditate every night, but I'm sort of stuck at the moment."
"I could help you learn," Andromeda offered.
"That would be great!" Harry exclaimed, enthusiasm bleeding out of him.
Andromeda smiled. "Before we begin, I would like to run some medical diagnostics on you."
Harry flinched.
"Just to ensure you are healthy enough for the method in which we will learn, Harry," she assured. "To truly master Occlumency, one needs a Legillimens to probe your defenses."
"Oh," Harry appeared relieved. "Okay, sure."
Andromeda stood and removed her wand. "Excellent. Just stay there. I promise this won't hurt. I don't know if Siri has told you, but I am a Senior Healer at St. Mungo's, so you have nothing to fear from me."
She waved her wand in several complex motions and appeared to be reading something Harry couldn't see. Eventually, she frowned.
"I'll be right back, Harry," Andromeda swept out of the room, leaving his door open.
In the hallway, Harry heard Andromeda call for Sirius. The two spoke in quiet tones, but not enough for Harry to not overhear.
"Something is wrong, Siri," Andromeda informed. "The test results are showing Harry is healthy and nominal."
"Isn't that good?" Sirius sounded confused.
Andromeda scoffed. "Considering the memories we witnessed, there is no possible way Harry is not severely malnourished. I can tell from a glance he's far behind the average in mass and height for his age group."
"So, what are you saying? Bear in mind I'm not a Senior Healer, Andi."
"You'd kill every patient you tried to help," Andromeda snorted.
There was a long silence.
"I'm not sure," Andromeda admitted. "And that worries me."
"Okay…" Sirius trailed off. "Suggestions?"
Andromeda hummed. "A thought."
Suddenly, Andromeda and Sirius were in the room. Harry looked at them apprehensively.
"Madam Pomfrey always said I was fine," Harry said timidly.
"As she would," Andromeda nodded. "Poppy would have run the same tests I did. I assume she is unaware of your home life?"
Harry shivered. "I've never talked about it with her."
"Then she may be assuming you're slightly stunted but are growing on your own curve." Andromeda mused. "I would like to run another test. This will cause a slight pinching in your abdomen. It's normal and I would ask you to not lash out."
"I'll do my best," Harry promised.
Andromeda jabbed her wand forward in Harry's direction, making sharp circling motions and muttering an incantation aloud. Harry felt a pinch in his core and gripped his sheets tightly.
It doesn't really hurt, he thought. It's just uncomfortable. I wonder what she's checking.
"Morgana's tits!" Andromeda swore aloud, nearly flooring Sirius who appeared torn between outright laughter and abject shock.
He settled for something in between.
"Andi! I- I-," he spluttered and chuckled, coughing from the sensation. "Merlin's beard, woman! I never knew you had it in you!"
"Siri," Andromeda said with suppressed rage. "Bring the Black Family Grimoire."
"Pardon?"
"You heard me."
"Um, right. I'll, uh, be right back."
Sirius stepped out of the room, leaving Harry and a flustered Andromeda behind.
"Am I okay?" Harry questioned.
Andromeda smiled tightly. "You will be, dear."
Sirius returned carrying a very large, and old, tome which he sat on the bed and looked at his cousin expectantly.
"Turn to the Healing Spells section," Andromeda commanded. "You know I cannot touch the book yet."
"So, you're going to re-join the family?" Sirius asked hopefully.
"With you in charge? I suppose I'll have to. Someone needs to ensure the Black family name stands for something."
Sirius cackled. "Oh, if mother could see the family now!"
"Focus, Sirius."
"Right."
Sirius turned to the requested section, allowing Andromeda to read before she would motion him to turn the page. This went on for several minutes before Andromeda found the section she was looking for.
"I thought the Black family magic revolved around Dark Arts?" Harry thought aloud.
"Well, pup, it does," Sirius grinned. "But we need to know the counter-curses and how to heal the injuries our family magic can inflict, yeah?"
Harry shrugged. It made sense, in a twisted sort of way.
Andromeda looked up from the grimoire and waved her wand in the air, speaking in a language Harry didn't understand. Numbers and words appeared in the air before Andromeda, who was reading and tapping her chin thoughtfully.
"There are three problems," she noted. "Siri, be a dear and bring Ted up here."
Sirius poked his head out the door and shouted for Ted, who quickly clambered up the stairs. Once he arrived, Andromeda looked at the two men sternly.
"I need to verify something. I will enter Harry's mindscape. Should you see anything out of order occur, you must stun both Harry and me to break our connection. Do you understand?"
"What the hell is going on, Andi?" Sirius narrowed his eyes.
"I'll explain once I've verified," Andromeda replied neutrally. "Do you understand?"
Ted placed his hand on Sirius's shoulder. "We understand, hon."
"Harry," Andromeda took a seat on the bed close to him. "I would like to visit your mindscape. If you'll just stare into my eyes for a moment."
Harry obeyed, staring into her hazel eyes until he felt a slight probe at the front of his head. He didn't fight it, and the two found themselves in the meadow that was Harry's mindscape. Andromeda looked around with a smile.
"Impressive, Harry," she praised. "I take it the flowers are your memories?"
Harry nodded. "Yes, and the snitches are new memories I haven't sorted."
"You sort them every night I take it?"
"Most nights."
"And these?" Andromeda knelt to inspect one of the daphne flowers. "Why are these flowers different?"
Harry blushed. "Those, uh, those are special."
Andromeda gave Harry a knowing glance and showed mercy by not commenting. She looked around for something and, not finding it, turned back to Harry.
"Harry, have you encountered anything in your mindscape that you can't explain or that seems foreign to you?"
Harry rubbed his hands together nervously, clearly uncomfortable.
"You have, haven't you?"
"Y-yeah."
"Can you show me?"
"Y-you d-don't want to see it," Harry stammered.
"It is essential that I see it," Andromeda persisted.
With a sigh, Harry led Andromeda out of the meadow and into a portion of his mindscape that was raw and unfinished. The ground was dry and cracked; dirt kicked up with every step. No snitches floated in the air and no flowers were present. They walked for several minutes before coming upon what appeared to be a swamp. Harry halted on the edge.
"Don't touch the water," Harry warned. "It's not safe."
Andromeda nodded and knelt, noting that it was not water, but a black ooze that seemed to pulse with ill-intent. She shuddered involuntarily and probed the ooze with her mind. The backlash sent her flying backwards several feet, where she collapsed with a curse. There was a loud screech of defiance, and a face briefly materialized in the ooze before retracting.
"Thank you, Harry," Andromeda breathed heavily as Harry helped her back to her feet apologetically. "I've seen enough."
Harry joined Andromeda as they departed his mindscape, returning to Harry's room. Both were visibly sweating, and Andromeda was panting.
"Andi?" Ted asked concernedly.
"It's fine, Ted," Andromeda assured. "I found what I expected."
"Start talking, Andi," Sirius demanded.
"I ran a standard diagnostic," Andromeda began after catching her breath. "It came back nominal, which should not be possible considering Harry's upbringing. Therefore, I did an inspection on his magical core and noted that it is severely depleted, or so I thought. Something didn't add up. The first test showed nominal, but the in-depth test known to Senior Healers showed his core was much lower than the standard for his age."
"And the Black Family Grimoire?"
"Has a diagnostic that can dive deeper than the two I ran," Andromeda revealed. "It showed that Harry's core has been magically locked to roughly thirty percent capacity."
"Meaning Harry has roughly seventy percent of his core suppressed?" Ted questioned incredulously.
"That's not all," Andromeda sighed. "The suppressor was also charmed to show nominal results on the standard check-ups."
"Dumbledore," Sirius spat the name out. "The magic you're speaking of can be done by only a handful of people in Britain."
"I agree," Andromeda acknowledged. "Unfortunately, it goes deeper."
"Shit," Sirius sighed, leaning heavily against the doorframe, and waving for Andromeda to proceed.
"The test also revealed that Harry's core is being sapped. It's barely noticeable, but it's there. I decided to enter his mindscape where Harry showed me something that is foreign and doesn't belong."
She waved her wand and muttered a spell. Harry's scar began to glow with a pale blue light.
"Based on what I witnessed, I believe it to be a minor possession that is centered within his scar."
There was a loud, profound, silence. Harry spoke first.
"Y-you're saying Voldemort is in my head?"
"How?" Sirius paled.
"I don't know," Andromeda said defeatedly. "In all my years, I've never come across anything like this."
Sirius gulped. "T-the Black l-library," he stuttered out. "There has to be something there."
"Where would I look for possession related magic?" Ted questioned, eager to help.
"Possessions are generally related to souls," Andromeda rubbed her chin.
"We have a section on soul magic," Sirius snapped his fingers. "We can go look."
"Hold it," Andromeda stopped the two from leaving. "I believe I can break the block on Harry's core."
"Is it dangerous?" Sirius asked immediately.
"No, but it will knock Harry out for the rest of the day," she gave Harry a small smile. "My only concern is this parasite."
"Will it make me stronger?" Harry questioned.
"Absolutely," Andromeda answered. "Considering the block and parasite, you have basically only been able to utilize a quarter of your potential, Harry."
"Then please break the block," Harry insisted. "I need to get stronger."
Andromeda held up her hand to stop Sirius from jumping in, as he seemed ready to.
"Why?"
Harry stared pointedly at Andromeda. "The last two times I've encountered Voldemort, he's batted away my spells as if they were not worth his time. This is unacceptable. I've already had to watch someone die because of my incompetence."
"We saw the memory, Harry," Sirius said sternly. "It was not your fault."
"I need to be stronger," Harry repeated. "Do it."
I won't let Daphne be in danger again. I won't let Voldemort hurt her.
"Very well," Andromeda acquiesced. "Lie down."
Harry complied and Andromeda began waving her wand and muttering. He saw a bright beam of light impact his chest and then darkness overtook him.
-GU-
Hours later, late in the night, Harry regained consciousness briefly. He heard Sirius and Andromeda conversing nearby.
"He should be dead, Siri," Andromeda stated incredulously. "To have his core suppressed so heavily while housing what is essentially a parasite. It's a miracle he's survived."
"How is he now?"
"I broke the lock. His core is recharging."
"And the parasite?"
"I won't be able to investigate until he's awake and recharged."
Sirius sighed in relief. "Are you staying?"
"I will stay to ensure Harry recovers. Ted has owled St. Mungo's to let them know I'm out for a family emergency."
"I'll have Dobby ready your old room then. Dobby!"
"Master Black calls Dobby!"
"Please ready Andi's old room. Kreacher can show you the one."
"Thank you, Siri."
"Me?!" Sirius scoffed. "Thank you! I'm still reeling over what you've discovered."
"What has been done to that poor boy is unforgivable," Andromeda stated angrily.
"He's strong."
"He's had to learn strength because he's only known duress," Andromeda sniped. "His pain tolerance is abnormal."
"You saw the memories, Andi…"
"Yes, we will need to address his exposure to the Cruciatus. I believe there is a potion we can brew from the Black Family Grimoire that will help him recover faster. It won't make it go away, though."
"Find out what we need, and I'll get on it immediately. Money is no object."
"Putting the Black family fortune to good use?"
"For Harry? I'll spend the whole vault."
"You really love him?"
"He's my Godson," Sirius stated simply. "What friend would I be to James if I didn't take care of his son? Harry deserves everything I can give and more."
"You always were the best of us, Siri," Andromeda said fondly.
"I learned from you, Andi." Sirius chuckled. "Get some rest. I'll watch over Harry."
Harry faded back into unconsciousness.
-GU-
In the great hall, chaos had erupted. The staff were now standing, some had slung curses. Dumbledore and Severus stood behind an opaque dome, wands out.
"Minerva, I must insist you cease!" Dumbledore cautioned. "Think of the students!"
"The students are the only reason we are not already dueling, Albus!" McGonagall trembled with rage. "How could you?!"
Flitwick frowned. He knew he could tear down the defense, but the magical backlash could endanger the students trapped in the great hall.
Harry had to have known this would be the reaction to these revelations. If his intention is to keep us trapped in this room, then an all-out war between the staff is not his goal. Additionally, I believe Albus has rightly divined that the memory will only play so long as he and Severus are watching.
"Minerva," Flitwick called. "We must bide our time. Need I remind you, that the memory will not play unless those two are watching."
McGonagall's nostrils flared with displeasure. "Keep that shield handy, Albus. When this is done, we will have more than words."
At that assurance, Dumbledore blanched. The staff quickly returned to their seats while the students all breathed a sigh of relief. While witnessing a throwdown between the Hogwarts staff and the legendary Dumbledore would surely be a spectacle to behold, no one wanted such a clash to occur when they were mere feet away.
-GU-
The screen flashed July 4, 1993. Harry woke up feeling better than he ever had. Colors appeared more vibrant, sounds sharper and clearer; it was as if every sense was enhanced. He sat up, too fast, and felt the room spin, forcing a groan from him. The door opened and Andromeda stepped in.
"Good morning, Harry," she smiled. "Go slow. Your body is acclimating to your unlocked magic."
Harry nodded and felt an involuntary spasm jerk his right arm forward. He winced and grabbed at his shoulder, rubbing it.
"I will brew you a potion to help with the aftereffects of the Cruciatus curses you've suffered," Andromeda informed with sympathy lacing her tone. "It won't stop the spasms entirely, but they will be less frequent and intense."
"That'd be great," Harry said hoarsely, clearing his throat several times.
He turned to the nearby nightstand and found a glass of water which he drank greedily. There was a potion sitting there as well which he snatched and inspected, holding it out to Andromeda curiously.
"That," Andromeda pointed, "is a nutrient potion which is part of a two-month program you are starting today. Once done, your body should be within healthy ranges for boys your age in both mass and height. Currently, you are severely malnourished and, coupled with your suppressed core, have not been able to grow healthily."
Harry blinked. "I'm going to get taller?"
"And bulkier," Andromeda added.
"Everything you need to woo your pretty bird," Sirius sang mockingly as he entered Harry's room with breakfast. "Drink that sludge and eat, pup. We have a lot to discuss today."
Harry resisted the urge to snark back at his Godfather and complied, downing the fruity nutrient potion (it didn't taste like sludge), and eating his full English breakfast with gusto. Sirius began talking while Harry ate.
"Okay, pup. After much deliberation, I have, regretfully, agreed that discretion is the better part of valor. While I want nothing more than to throttle Dumbledore and accuse him of line theft, Ted has assured me we need more incriminating evidence and the best thing we can focus on, for now, is clearing up his meddling in House Potter affairs while simultaneously working to get me acquitted through a fair trial."
Following most of that, Harry nodded.
"So, here's the deal, kiddo," Sirius sighed. "You can't tell anyone, and I mean anyone, about being Heir Potter-Black. Especially not Daphne."
Harry stiffened, his fork halting halfway to his mouth. "I don't like that."
"Neither do I, pup," Sirius agreed. "And I would think less of you if you were okay with keeping secrets from your pretty bird. But that's not the point. No one can have any inclination that you and I are tied together. Remember, I'm considered a mass murderer out there."
Andromeda snorted. "The only mass anything you did was stealing the virt-"
Sirius clamped his hand over Andromeda's mouth. "My, ahem, exploits aside," he continued with a warning glance at Andromeda. "No talking. None. Zip. Nada. Got it?"
"Yep," Harry popped the p.
"Right." Sirius stood up a little straighter and looked at Andromeda who spoke.
"Harry, with your core now unlocked and stable, it is actively attacking the parasite within you. In other words, the parasite, not your core, is now unstable. With Occlumency, you should be able to suppress any ill-effects of the parasite until we can remove it. However, if you ever found your mental shields compromised, there is a chance the parasite could influence your behavior drastically."
"And you'll still teach me Occlumency?" Harry questioned.
"I will."
"Speaking of learning," Sirius cut in. "I just remembered something. Your Heirship rings can be made invisible. All you have to do is will them to be so."
Harry looked down at his hand, and the two rings vanished.
"Right," Sirius clapped. "Make sure they stay that way."
"How are we supposed to get you a fair trial?" Harry asked his Godfather.
"I have a plan," Sirius grinned. "You're going to have to learn all about the Marauders and what we got up to in our days at Hogwarts. We made a very special piece of magic. A map. And that map is the key to my freedom."
"I'm lost."
"You won't be," Sirius assured. "We have a lot to go over, and a lot to plan. You're going to be doing Occlumency lessons with Andi, and you'll be dueling with me. I'll start teaching you some of the Black family magic."
"You will teach me how to duel?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
Andromeda laughed lightly. "Believe it or not, Harry, Siri and your father were two of the best aurors the DMLE had ever seen."
"DMLE?"
"Department of Magical Law Enforcement," Sirius defined.
"But I can't use magic outside of school?"
"This home is one of the most warded locations in Britain, pup," Sirius chuckled. "You could duel Voldemort in this room and the ministry wouldn't even get a ping on their tracers."
"That's brilliant!" Harry was excited. "I can learn while I'm here!"
"And get stronger," Sirius nodded.
"I would also like to have my daughter help," Andromeda told the two. "Dora is currently an Auror in training, learning under Alastor Moody."
"Mad-Eye is considered the best Auror the Ministry has ever seen," Sirius nodded. "I'm surprised he's still taking apprentices."
"He sees a certain potential in Dora," Andromeda said cryptically.
"So how will, uh, Dora help?" Harry asked.
"She can put you through the Auror fitness program," Andromeda replied. "Combined with your nutrient potions, I believe you will find the results most appealing."
"As will Daphne," Sirius interjected.
"Okay, I'm in." Harry smiled.
"Then I believe it is time for me to explain how exactly I broke out of Azkaban, and why now, of all times," Sirius motioned for them to accompany him downstairs. "We'll take a couple trips via pensieve, and then I'll expand on the importance of the map we need to find."
Harry followed, reveling in the newfound energy and strength he felt.