Supernatural Guardian

Chapter 3

Will

Harry stretched as he was dressed in his stylish black suit with black shirt and black waistcoat, tie and shoes, and coat quarter way down his shins. His hair was a style of disarray, and he placed his glasses (that contained a camera, and screen) in his jacket breast pocket while he was already wearing his earwig.

Little Cassandra had watched him get dressed, fascinated with her Big Brothers, mission, as she knew it was probably going to go well, but she had to worry anyway. He had taken her into the shower with him to save time that morning, and cleaned himself and her up, before dressing her in some clean pink trousers, and white top, and himself in the snazzy suit. She was glad she chose him as her new family, as he was such a good person, and for the past week had looked after her like he was her parent.

Harry looked pretty good, even if that was just his opinion, but Cassy was telling him that he would have all the girls after him, and he smiled before pulling her into his arms and kissing her on the lips to receive a kiss in return.

"I love you," Harry said as he meant it. She was his adorable little sister now, and there was no backsies.

"I love you too, Big Brother," she replied happily kissing him again before he placed her down, and with a wave, and cheeky wink, he left their apartment by moving through the Phantasm to reappear in the doorway to Gringotts Wizarding Bank. The goblin guards didn't even blink as they watched his hair and eyes return to normal colour and just bowed him in.

Harry knew he could have just entered the bank, but he didn't want to piss off or freak out the goblins. He was actually surprised that the guards didn't even react to him aggressively because of how he turned up. But then, the goblins always did give off a vibe of knowing more than they let on.

Checking the time on his knew silver watch, with some pretty neat tricks built in the 'Tech Wizard and Witch' (the heads of the two main divisions of Research and Development for SID), gave him after eagerly demonstrating all of its cool features. Harry still wasn't sure whether they were just code names, or whether they were techomage or something cool like that, as they took great pleasure in not telling him.

Harry was just in time, and waited just inside the main bank before he pulled out some stylish black framed glasses, and placed them on with targeting nodes and augmented reality displays, as he connected to Sid-Net before he heard a voice in his ear.

'we're online, Agent Paladin,' the Generals voice gruffed through his ear with the embarrassing codename he was lumbered with, but it was a secret mystical guardian department that runs in governments, magical or none worldwide, so he figured weird mysticalish codenames was a tradition, so was thankful he didn't get called Merlin or something worse. 'Mic check, if you would?'

"What do you want me to say?" Harry asked quietly. "And is it normal for a general to run these operations personally?"

'Sometime,' the General agreed. 'However, that was good enough for a mic check. Visual is up and running, so we see what you do, so remember to take the glasses off if you need the bathroom; nobody wants to see that,' he continued. 'And, don't with the jokes,' he seemed to say to someone in the control room with him in annoyance while Harry tried not to laugh. 'Anyway, back to business. Unless we want you to look in a certain direction, or need to know something from now on, we'll keep to radio silence, understand?'

"Understood," Harry replied under his breath before walking through the large chamber.

It was a short walk up to the nearest goblin, and he politely led Harry on to a huge chamber where many people sat facing a podium up front. He saw the Weasley's, Dumbledore, and other members of the Order of the Phoenix from Professor Minerva McGonagall, Tonks, and by the looks, Tonks's parents.

Harry was even surprised to see Laurel Greengrass and her blonde daughter, Daphne. Her hair was tied back in a triple plait, long to her bum, and was wearing some silken black robes that hid her away too much. Her younger sister, Astoria had short ruffled blonde hair, and wore a matching robe, but she and Daphne's cool grey eyes looked frosty compared to their gently smiling mother who was wearing a rather pretty blue dress.

There were more people besides, and some were glaring at others, which was annoying, but whatever. If they wanted to hate each other, that was their business. Harry was led down the middle where it took a few double-takes for people to realise he was really there.

"Harry!" Dumbledore said, shocked as he reached the front. "What are you doing here?" he asked, standing. "No, never mind that, let's get you home where you'll be...!" he stopped as he went to take Harry's arm but he moved it away.

"Touch me Professor and I'll inform the goblins that you've been stealing my mail from them!" Harry said; his eyes cool as he watched his escort leaving. It was hard to resist just breaking the old man's face or just ending him, but ending him here would cause later problems, and he had a little sister to worry about. "Now I'm here, as is my right. If you have a problem, I don't give a crap!" he said moving away where he chose to sit next to Ginny Weasley as she was some cute and fit eye candy; he hoped she didn't ever take after her mother.

Hermione just happened to have been sitting in the other seat, having left a gap for whatever, and he turned to her, smirking. "Hey Hermione," he said as everyone seemed to give him a wary look before going back to what they were doing, even Dumbledore, hiding his annoyance for now. "Aren't you going to yell at me about Dumbledore knowing what's best for me or something?" he asked her with a cheeky smile.

She sighed, rolling her hazel eyes. She was wearing a black dress and flat black shoes for the reading. She had dark skin, and bushy brown hair down her back. Harry looked her over, wondering why she didn't wear dresses like this more often. She looked quite nice, and got some pretty nice legs for a nerd. He glanced at Ginny, and she was wearing a black robe open over normal clothes, a short black skirt and a white tee shirt with some trainers, her pale legs were nice in a different way, as she was a sporty redhead, and she had a bit of muscle; he was glad her robes were open and he chose to sit with them.

"Harry, I don't care what he thinks..." Hermione said after a moment, regaining his attention. He looked at her in surprise. "If anything, sorry to say this, but he's a moron who needs to get a clue. I'm sick and tired of all of these authoritarian role models screwing up and making us kids seem like we're the only ones doing anything useful or smart!"

Harry couldn't help but laugh bitterly in his surprise. "Wait until I tell you about the prophesy. It was a ridiculous waste of time! It didn't say anything we couldn't have guessed, or that wasn't going to happen anyway. He stupidly risked people's lives. I thought it was important when I first heard it from Dumbledore himself, but then I was kind of distraught at the time, not thinking straight. Then really thinking about it, the prophesy was ridiculously uninformative," he said with a shrug, as it had actually been Cassy to Harry's embarrassment who pointed out the pointlessness for either Harry or Voldemort knowing the full prophesy.

Hermione frowned, with this cute annoyed expression she got sometimes when someone did something frustratingly silly, normally Harry, but not always.

"I thought the prophesy would have something to do with Dumbledore hearing it. In the end, after writing things down and doing some detective work, everything seems to lead back to Dumbledore somehow."

"Maybe he's secretly evil," Ginny startled them as she quietly interrupted having listened in, snickering as they looked to her, she shrugged. "What? You're not the only people who think the old man isn't doing the right thing. Haven't you ever wondered how Dumbledore never knew about me and that Chamber thing?" she asked quietly in a whisper while her mother was getting talked to about something about Harry from her dad, stopping her from saying anything, which was loud enough for them to hear and have to ignore.

"I mean-," Ginny paused as she continued while they gave her a look to carry on; she shifted uncomfortably. "Well, the school does have ears and eye's all over it doesn't it? Then let's not forget the castles many mouths. How could a seventy-foot long snake roam around the school without any of those paintings seeing a thing? Maybe that was why the snake never took anyone it petrified?"

'Girl's pretty observant,' the General muttered. 'We heard about both chamber incidents, but wondered how it could avoid all the paintings,' he said while Harry was shown a few archived reports. 'Rubeus Hagrid was falsely accused both times, never to even be compensated for what those pieces of crap did to him,'

Hermione gasped, while Harry tried to read, as the glasses were controlled with his eyes, and he was getting pretty good with them, and not let too much anger show, as Hagrid's future had been compromised twice, but at least the guy was doing well since, and seemed happy with his lot.

Covering her mouth with her hands, Hermione went wide eyed. "All of the paintings spy on the students," she said, surprised she hadn't thought about that before. "That explains how Dumbledore knows so much about what goes on in the school. After last year, I just thought he was illegally using legilimency on everyone, which he probably is, but this too?!

"I hadn't thought much about him doing that then, but now?" Hermione shuddered looking over at the old man suspiciously while he quickly looked away from where he was watching them, concerned. "But I got a few occlumency books over the last week. I figured we could study it ourselves," she said sounding proud of her thought, but didn't know that Harry was already getting lessons, and the glasses had a coating to make it impossible to get direct line of sight, so his memories were safe, and in his 'ghost' form, his mind was safe, which kind of made him wonder why they didn't give him the codename, Ghost, Phantom, or Shadow or something, maybe they were already taken.

"So, what do the books say about emptying your mind?" Harry asked quickly, as he knew the answer but figured bringing it up would earn him some pity points from both girls, which was to his advantage. However, he paused for a moment as he looked around. He had forgotten Ron, but looking over he was sitting in a huff glaring at any Slytherins he could see from across the room.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "He was sitting here, but went off on a rant and was told not to leave that spot by a goblin," she said before her expression turned dark. "Though, that occlumency thing was another reason I'm angry at Dumbledore. The books I have all agree that clearing your mind will make it easier for an attack to slip in and see things without you noticing without knowing what you're doing, as that's designed to create a canvas to showing falsehoods and faked memories, so pretty advanced stuff.

"To block out intruders, is quite the opposite, standard occlumency, fill your mind with nonsense; it will distract and confuse the attacker, keeping your secrets secret, but I don't think that would stop the likes of Dumbledore, Snape, or Voldemort for long, but that's only the beginning stage, and they might even have to use a wand to force through that, and with enough practice you should be able to detect the more eye-to-eye contact attack."

"Whoa, that sounds bad," Ginny said, blushing as she was leaning over enough that she was closer to Harry, near pushing herself into him, not that she minded, or him apparently. "Can I learn it with you guys?" she asked hopefully, as the thought of her mind not being safe was disgusting and reminded her of her first year.

Hermione nodded, as she thought that would be a good idea while turning back to Harry. "That is bad though Harry," she said, checking no one was listening in. "Either Snape was doing that under Voldemort's orders, or worse, he was doing it under Dumbledore's, which honestly is more likely. It would have been too much of a risk if it was Voldemort's order."

"Hmm..." Harry mumbled, nodding in thought. "I don't get what that would accomplish in the long run, except easier roam of my mind for all of them. Maybe the old man should take a tumble down some stairs, after all, it would only be an accident, so someone overly waxed that spot and he's old and frail."

'You cannot murder Albus Dumbledore,' a voice reprimanded in his ear.

"Harry," Hermione reprimanded while Ginny nodded, agreeing with him. "And Ginny, don't encourage him..." she said, sighing, exasperated as he was snickering too, and getting a low five from Ginny.

Hermione might have continued and reprimanded them further if the chamber wasn't quieting. They looked around to see a goblin standing at the podium with a good-looking woman in her mid to late thirties with long dark hair down her shoulders with dark eyes and dark skin, reminding Harry of someone from one of those 'ancient Egyptian' movies; wearing an expensive looking suit-robe, neat and tidy.

"Okay, let's start this shall we?" the woman asked rhetorically, which completely quietened the room. She smiled. "I am Ms. Selene Lampard, and I am Mr. Sirius Black's attorney, here to secure his last will and testimony is heard and within reason carried out," she said before stopping and nodding to the goblin.

"Thank you, Ms. Lampard," the goblin spoke, business-like as he looked to his notes. "I am Broadstorke," he introduced himself. "I am here as a reprehensive of Gringotts, and as speaker and reader of Mr. Sirius Orion Black's last will and testimony. The reading shall not take too long as Mr. Black was quite the straightforward and to the point man, so not much beating around the bush," he said before continuing.

"I Sirius Orion Black, being in sound mind do hereby say, 'sup, before I get to dishing out all of my family's old crap, and the money!" he said, pausing for the odd snicker, and Harry looked behind to see Remus Lupin smiling sadly having lost his last friend, but the old lykan gave Harry a small reassuring smile and pat on the shoulder, as the goblin went on to continue Harry turned back, surprised as both Ginny and Hermione took one of his hands each to comfort him, linking their fingers with his; he held their hands tightly in return.

"First, let me just say that I suppose, other than Azkaban and hiding out in that old house my life hadn't been too bad, so don't feel too sorry for me. I'm sure I went out fighting, doing something stupid, like showing off or whatever. Well, onto the part you've come to hear.

"I had to think long and hard about this, so let me just say now that I have made Harry James Potter my official heir, so the likes of Narcissa Malfoy can't try to dispute anything I say here, as I know Harry wont dispute anything here without a damn good reason. I leave the house at you know where along with a good ten million galleons to my dear old friend Remus John Lupin.

"I know mate, you're probably all high and mighty but listen. I'm dead mate, so it might as well go to someone who will use the house and money, someone who needs it, and I love you, man, you've been a bloody amazing friend." The goblin said while the werewolf looked embarrassed, as he seemed unable to stop the tears, or quivering. "Just do me a favour and keep looking out for Harry.

"Next, my dear cousin Andromeda Tonks," the goblin continued, clearing his throat. "I reinstate you and offer your family a part into the fold, if Harry's agreeable, which I'm sure he is. You don't have to accept, but it will really piss off all of those pureblood douche bags, and our mums will be turning in their graves, good enough reason, yes?"

Harry looked over at the Tonks's to see the young aurors blonde haired mother with a small smile, as if that was fun by its self, just the thought of all those old purest houses hearing of mud-blood's, blood traitors, and half-bloods were controlling such an ancient and noble purest house.

The goblin went on, and Harry smirked at Ginny and Hermione, as he was holding their hands in his lap while they found the situation amusing too, and tried not to blush too much with how lose their hands were, and squeezing his hands each in a reassuring manner, letting him know they were there for him.

"The Weasley's have been good to Harry over his years at Hogwarts and out of, even inviting him into their home," the goblin said as he read on. "Though, it would be good if you did us all a favour and started thinking for yourselves more than just listening to Albus Dumbledore. He doesn't have all the answers, and he just does what 'he' thinks is best. If he cared to, with his power and influence he could have gotten me a fair trial; don't deny it, it's true and you know it too-."

There were quite some gasps to interrupt as thoughtful frowns turned into glares aimed at the old man, even Molly Weasley, a big Dumbledore's right fan joined in with a look of anger. However, Harry had thought of that over the weeks, and it was true, the old man didn't want to help Sirius. Even the SID had come to the same conclusion, and if Harry had joined the SID sooner, he could have used their pull to help his godfather out, but unfortunately, that didn't happen.

"Albus Dumbledore is that true-?!" Molly asked out, her cheeks puffed out, standing up.

He didn't get a chance to defend himself as the goblin cleared his throat to regain their attention. "Excuse me ma'am, but please, the reading comes first. If you have any gripes with Mr. Dumbledore, you'll be free to hex him, shout at him, or just plain beat him with a baseball bat after I am done..." he trailed off rolling his eyes. "A baseball bat is a muggle sports bat that is like a longer beaters bat, and some… made out of metal, now if you'll sit down, please!?"

The goblin sounded like he was asking whether she would sit, but it was obviously an order, and after a moment of hesitation she sighed and sat, looking like she was desperately trying not to sulk.

Harry tried not to laugh as he looked at the girls, and though Hermione was taking the opportunity to continue glaring at Dumbledore, Ginny was biting her lower lip to keep from laughing herself. Sirius was really getting one up over the old man even while dead. Though, also, it wasn't every day that someone got her mother to actually obey them without 'comment'.

"Good," the goblin said, returning to his papers, which Harry only just noticed was actually paper and not parchment. "Okay, where was I, right... So, I leave Arthur and Molly Weasley with ten million galleons, now don't spend it all in one place," he said, causing the Weasley parents' eyes to widen and all the hate to fade away as they lost all thought of Dumbledore right then, and they looked sick.

"Now, I'm also offering up a sum to some of Harry's friends because, well, I want too. Hermione, you can have EVERY book from the Black family collection, which will help out Harry, as I know you're quite the study-holic when compared to him being more of a practical guy, and believe me, even those old 'dark' books Molly supposedly got rid of are still in the house, just be careful when looking at them, or just lock up the really bad ones and keep them safe, after all knowledge can be pretty useful. I did try telling Molly she was wasting her time and that while I'm the owner of the house and books the house would always protect them.

"Anyway, with all of the books I'll give you a cool three million galleons. Then, Ronald Weasley, I'm going to give you a piece of advice and a reason why I'm not giving you near as much. You're lazy, and expect everything just handed over to you, jealous of your siblings, and jealous of things outside of others control, and I really do understand, your frustrations.

"Charlie is a Great Beast tamer, and makes quite the life even if he doesn't get paid as much as he probably should, he gets enough. Bill is a curse breaker for Gringotts and makes quite a lot of money there, and is really quite high up. Percy, though douchey, also has a career where 'he' makes money. Then we have the twins, who are genius above what anyone would give them recognition, but sometimes genius isn't about book smarts, and they will be the most successful of all of your siblings, no matter how much your mother may deny it, or not like it.

"Then last, we have your sister, the youngest, but from what I've noticed the most talented when it comes to magical application, and certainly the most powerful. If you can't sense her growing power, then quite honestly, you're an incompetent mage. This is why I give you much less because I think, deep down, Ronald, you have a talent or something there, and I don't want to make it easy on you or you'll get lazier and never reach your potential.

"Therefore, I'm only giving you five thousand galleons, which I might add is a lot of money. I'm sure your parents will still pay for school and what you need until you're of age, so save the money. I hear tell you're quite the strategist at chess, maybe the stock market is where you will find your talent, and I just gave you your first five g's, use it wisely-."

Harry looked to Ron, half expecting an explosion of outrage, but was surprised Ron looked as if he was thinking those words over. He gave Hermione a look, and she looked just as surprised by Ron's rapid change in character. Though, they knew it wouldn't cover everything, but maybe for once he was listening to someone new; seeing that he could be a better person.

"Then, Charlie, Bill, Fred, and George," the goblin went on. "I give you one thousand g's each; use it to help with your dreams. Then Charlie, you told me that the Arizona Dragon Reserve has been having fanatical trouble and dragons are being prepared for shifting, which will over crowd places like your reserve. I know it was bothering you so I looked into it. If you're hearing it here, I guess I died before I could tell you, or before I could make an adjustment.

"Dragons are pretty cool, so I have shed loads of money my family had been storing up for centuries. I mean, seriously, pun intended. It was a lot more than I ever thought. They were scrappers and savers, so I figured I would use some for a change and bought the reserve outright, and gave it a budget large enough to renovate and hopefully get the tourists back.

"Well mate, it's all yours to run, as I'm giving it to Harry, and I'm already sure he wants little to do with it, after all his experiences with dragons. I was just going to get you to run it for me, but since I'm dead now yada yada, the Arizona Dragon Park is all yours to run, so try to make some money or it'll go bust again," the goblin finished up looking to the man in question as he looked as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"I-I wondered how the Park could suddenly afford to go back on handing over all the dragons to us, and some other parks," Charlie said in awe.

The goblin cleared his throat to regain their attention. "One last thing Charlie... maybe you should invite Hagrid to help you run the park. I'm sure a large and knowledgeable man like him would do well, better than teaching kids, he can run the tourist department with his knowledge, and being a friendly and powerful bloke, they should all feel safe… or something like that, and that's along with the one thousand I'm giving to him to help out with whatever, or a few thousand pints over the next few years on me. He can make something for himself since the Magical UK never gave him a chance like me, guilty and never tried to prove innocent."

'We could use a man like that,' the General suggested. 'We'll look into the Arizona Sanctuary, and Mr. Hagrid; maybe offer in a little financial support ourselves, especially considering the last few Thunderbirds live there too. Hmm… from what little I know, it has a lot of land, maybe we have an opportunity if we ever need to relocate some troublesome magical beasts?'

Hagrid looked shocked and torn as on one hand, working with his favourite beasts, and the other, leaving Hogwarts and abandoning Dumbledore, not that that wasn't very appealing at that moment with the forefront revelations.

"Last of the Weasley's," the goblin started Ginny as she didn't think much on her being mentioned. "Ginevra Weasley, first, try to make sure you help Harry get into lots of trouble as I'm not stupid, I know you can be quite the troublemaker. Then make sure Hermione doesn't stop you getting him into trouble. I think he needs some fun in his life after the crap he's gone through, and I know you and Hermione will look after and love him with everything you have, and I know he'll love you both back, and look out for you as much as you'll look out for him. I leave you with that task, and Ginny, with this..."

The goblin stopped and everyone was confused as another goblin had snuck in at some point and walked over carrying a huge and beautifully carved wooden case with a small wooden box on top. Ginny was about to let Harry's hand go to take it, but since they were in the front row the goblin placed them down at her feet, she left it be.

Ginny just looked to the goblin confused as he left, and the speaker continued. "It's said that only women can use them, though that's probably just a load of bull, but I think they're better than money and you'll like them. Anyway, you'll do brilliant without that kind of help. Just please, look after Harry, not coddle him like your mother would, but take care to stand by his side."

Ginny nodded sadly as she hugged up to Harry's arm; he could feel her breasts pushed up to his arm. He tried not to blush as he thought 'things' as they listened as the goblin went on.

"Now getting to the good bit, Laurel Greengrass," the goblin said, pausing, and if Harry was right, holding back a vicious smile. "If you could sign these papers, our vengeance shall begin here," he said as Ms. Lampard took some papers to her.

Laurel Greengrass looked the papers over, surprised. "Wow, Sirius wasn't as stupid as I thought," she said, smirking smugly as she signed and looked to Dumbledore while he was starting to sweat. She handed the woman back the completed form and she returned to her place.

The goblin continued as the solicitor nodded to him. "Harry James Potter has now been emancipated from all adult authority, as his legal guardians have signed over his freedom from his muggle relatives and any underage laws, making him by law and lore of 'age', free. This will also nullify all of the charms Dumbledore has used to keep his godmother away from him, so if he wanted, I'm sure Laurel would be happy to have him move in, or you can go on holiday; hells only know you could use one!"

"NO!" Dumbledore stood up angrily. "Harry Potter is not going to stay with you!" he hissed out looking to Laurel Greengrass.

Harry stood, letting go of the girls' hands, before Laurel could even think to stand. "Albus Dumbledore, sit down or get out! I will not have you talking like that to members of MY family at MY godfathers will hearing!" he growled out shocking all. "I've had enough of your bull crap Dumbledore, now sit or get out!" he finished up and those around him looked to him in shock, awe, and fear as he looked dangerous, capable of kicking the old man's arse.

'Try not to shoot the prick just yet,' the General ordered while Harry removed his hand from his gun up his coat. 'That would be a lot of paperwork and money on our part.'

Dumbledore looked into Harry's fierce emerald eyes. He looked like he was going to say something, but Harry rubbed his head and looked away, angry, furious and near a point where he wouldn't be surprised if flames bust from his lips, and though he knew Dumbledore wouldn't be allowed in, the glasses helped him detect the attempt, and a warning in red came up in the right top corner of his vision.

"No Dumbledore, I changed my mind, get the fuck out!" Harry demanded angrily.

"Now Harry, there's no need for-!" Dumbledore stopped abruptly as several goblins charged in with magical golden spears.

"Please escort Mr. Dumbledore from the building," the speaker interrupted as they surrounded the old man. "We do not take kindly to the use or attempt of use of legilimency on our clients!" he hissed out angrily as Dumbledore had no choice but to leave as he was escorted with many people watching, shocked that Dumbledore would be that stupid, as he should know the goblins would be able to detect it.

"My apologize Mr. Potter," the speaker said. "We will place a formal complaint with the Ministry for that blatant misuse of magic," he said with a bow while Harry nodded and retook his seat, and the girls' hands while they gave him reassuring looks, as they cuddled his arms into their chests.

"I shall continue now," the reader said, looking at his papers. "So, okay, then this leads us onto Harry, my heir. I leave the rest of my family fortune to Harry James Potter to do with as he pleases, and Harry, I just want you to enjoy life, so go out and get laid by some cute girls, abuse your fame and fortune at least a little, but no matter what, though, I know, you'll make me proud… goodbye."

Harry sighed with a small smile, trust Sirius... he sighed again when he started as he saw the phantom shadow watching from the corner of the room, smirking. He was unmistakeable, and slowly fading away, but Harry knew his watchers couldn't see him. He waved to Harry, and Harry seemed to startle him as he grinned and mouthed 'bye' while looking into his eyes. The shadow let out a bark like laugh that only Harry heard echoing around the chamber, giving the thumbs up he disappeared.

"I'll miss him but we'll be okay," Harry grinned wider pulling his two friends into hugs while still holding their hands, they lent into him. "Thanks girls, you know, for being here for me."

"It's our pleasure, Harry, right Ginny?" Hermione said breathing in his comforting scent.

Ginny smiled and sneakily kissed his cheek, grinning. "Of course," she said smiling. "So, are you really going to go live with the Greengrass's?" she asked, concerned for him.

Harry smiled, thoughtful as he looked around as the others started talking amongst themselves. "I don't know, honestly, I'm a little overwhelmed by all of this nutty nut stuff, but I do have a safe home, I want to get to know my mother's best friend."

Ginny smiled, cuddling with him more. "You could always go home with well... anyone really," she said thoughtfully. "Or you could go on holiday," she said reasonably.

'We need someone in Paris, if you want to meet a couple of harpies we're trying to get back home, who are causing all sorts of mischief.'

Harry was about to speak when he looked up, surprised to see the cool and cold grey eyes of a beautiful blonde girl. "Potter," she 'greeted' rolling her eyes as Hermione and Ginny pulled from him to half-glare in uncertainty. "Mother wishes to know whether you will come and stay with us. It isn't like this will piss off anyone in our house and get us hexed or anything!"

'Go with them for now,' the General ordered. 'We do need an agent in Paris, so you can get them to take you on holiday, and this way if anyone see's you in Paris, we have some bases covered for why you're there.'

Harry stood up, leaving Ginny and Hermione, staring down the blonde as they stood with him. "I see, so you want me to refuse," he said whimsically while Daphne said nothing, as she gulped looking up at him, as she hadn't realised how tall he was. "You know Daphne, you should have technically been my sister," he said, which caused her cheeks to light up a little as she knew that and the thought got to her because she liked the idea of having a brother too much. "Can I ask you a personal question? The answer will determine my choice."

'Agree,' sounded in his ear, annoyed he wasn't playing straight away, and wondering what he was up to.

Daphne frowned, obviously annoyed with Harry, but nodded her head anyway. "Very well, but it doesn't mean I'll answer," she agreed, curious.

"Why do you follow that piece of dog shit, Parkinson around?" he asked, surprising her as she wouldn't have suspected anything like that.

Daphne looked at him strangely as she answered. "Because her family is more powerful, richer, and older. I have little choice in the hierarchy of the house. Mother could get away with going out of the house for friends as when she was there, she was the higher house. Do you think I actually enjoy Parkinson's company, but my best friend Tracey and I have little choice? It's just the way things are in our house."

"I see," Harry said smiling amused as he fake-yawned. "Well... that's what I thought, as I've seen you both looking disgusted with Pansy, though honestly, sometimes it's hard to tell with all the glaring and coldness. I only asked because I was curious as to why you weren't the higher ups, being a part of my family and all with my wealth with the whole godmother thing and her being your mother, and me being not just heir, but head of two ancient families older and more powerful than hers, but I could be mistaken."

'You're a crafty little bugger,' the General chuckled in his ear.

'Go, Big Brother!' Cassandra interrupted. 'You show them who's boss,' she said and Harry couldn't laugh as she hacked into their comms, and he was pretty sure she had been listening for a while, as he heard the exasperation in the Generals sigh of annoyance, but he didn't comment.

Daphne's mouth was agape as Harry shrugged and turned away. "Well, anyway, I guess I'll stay with Hermione or Ginny or wherever if it will make you feel more secure in your houses hierarchy. Though, I might check into a hotel in Florida or something, but then I have always wanted to see Paris, especially after hearing too much about it and its magical district during the Tri-wizard, or maybe a trip around the world to some really cool places or something would be fun until school starts-?"

"Wait!" Daphne said grabbing his arm, spinning him to face her, she moved forward, her lips near touching his, her body flush to his as she gazed into his warm eyes coldly.

"I didn't think of that," she said keeping hold of his arms. "Even they have to keep in line with lore and traditions," she said and he could taste her minty breath, she was so close, and near feel her lips on his. "You're coming home with us," she said after a moment of staring Harry to a standstill.

He just blinked in surprise as she pulled away, still holding his left arm pressed tight to her chest and trying to drag him away. However, before he let her, he stole a quick kiss from Ginny and Hermione's lips before he let Daphne take him, and enjoyed their embarrassed joy.

"Umm... well later, Ginny, Hermione, I guess I'm going with Daphne, home, I'll write you, or visit or something, after I grab some things from, Sirius's at least! I love you both," he called as Daphne led him after her smiling mum and confused sister as they led the way out of the hearing chamber.

Ginny and Hermione could only watch Harry get dragged away by Daphne Greengrass before Hermione looked to the red-haired girl. "Did Harry just get clever or something?" she couldn't help but ask, confused, but very pleased Harry said he loved them, and kissed them, as they loved him too.

"I don't know," Ginny said, shrugging, just as confused, and licking her lips, still tingling from the kiss. "I guess he's been reading or something, but I guess that pureblood magic tradition stuff would be obvious."

Hermione started as that slid around her mind before grinning. "Yeah, that does sound obvious now, but I guess you need some cunning for that to cross your mind that fast."

Ginny smiled thinking about Harry, as she looked down at the boxes at her feet. "Come on, let's grab mum and dad and get back to the Burrow. I want to see what Sirius gave me, and we can give Harry more of our love another day," she said with a crafty wink, but though the dark-skinned girl hoped it didn't show on her darker cheeks, Ginny could see the deep blush of red as she nodded her head eagerly.

To Be Continued...

Harry and Daphne stopped just outside the bank with Mrs. Greengrass and Astoria where Albus Dumbledore stood in front of them with several members of his Order of the Phoenix with wands out and aimed at them. Harry didn't know why Dumbledore was smiling like he was winning a prize during bingo, as he was then committing a crime.

"Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling away. "Now if you would come with us where we'll escort you home with your loving family where you'll be safe until you return to school!"

"Get lost you nut case!" Laurel said looking to go for her wand but Dumbledore fired a warning shot and she stopped. "Looks like you really are no better than Voldemort-."

She stopped as Harry pulled away from Daphne's grip and smiled as he surprised Daphne and Astoria with a kiss to the lips, and kissed Laurel's cheek, before moving back, and stepping towards the old man like they had lost a great battle or something silly like that.

"Don't worry, too much," Harry said in sadness. "I'm used to the way Dumbledore hates me," he said shocking them as he walked over to Dumbledore.

'Do as you must, just don't kill anyone,' the General said.

"I knew you would see reason, Harry," the old man said smiling as Harry stopped with him looking depressed. "You'll be safe-," the old man cried as Harry grabbed his beard, pulled him down slightly and head butted him, smashing his nose, then grabbing his wand before throwing him to the side where he whimpered on the floor holding his bloody nose, blood pooling through his fingers.

'Damn, I can't say I wouldn't have seen that coming,' the General commented.

'Guy learnt a lesson in kindness,' Cassy agreed.

"What a fucking idiot!" Harry hissed while people had gathered, watching as Dumbledore looked up at Harry with wide watering eyes as his wand was glowing around Harry, and he was about to snap it when someone he didn't know called for him to stop in panic.

Harry frowned as targeting nodes zeroed in of the strange black marking on the cream-coloured wand. 'That's the flipping Elder Wand,' he said in awe. 'You can't destroy that, just take it. Wand lore, says its yours now, as he threatened you with it, and you took it, and it accepted you. That's a Deathly Hallow, like that Cloak of yours you had us check out.'

Harry quickly placed on a smile as Dumbledore looked mortified when Harry placed his wand away in his coat pocket instead of breaking it. "Wand Lore Mr. Dumbledore," Harry said with a shrug, and a smirk to hope Dumbledore knew he knew what the wand really was. "Now, don't presume to know what is best for me old man. I've been emancipated, so you can go fuck yourself sideways, you prick!" he said before turning back to the wide eyed Greengrass's.

Harry grinned as he offered his arm back to Daphne. "So, we were going... home?" he asked, amused as Daphne quickly took his offered arm.

"Now Potter, I hadn't pegged you for a man with style," she said, her cool eyes roaming him. "I think it's going to be interesting having you around."

"Of course, it will," he agreed as he offered his other arm to her sister, and she eagerly took it, and he led them passed the Order members with their mother following, as the Order didn't know what to do with Dumbledore down, and they quickly moved out of the way. "How about we take a trip, for the week at least; I think Paris will be a nice place to visit, and though it's not as good as the one in Florida we can go to Disney Land."

Daphne didn't know what that land was, but it would be nice to get away for a while. She found amusement that Dumbledore tried this crap, but because it was self-defence on Harry's part, Dumbledore would be the one getting in trouble.