Chapter 10: Christmas is here!
Part I: Christmas Contrivances
Christmas Eve dinner at Peverell Manor, was usually a normality. However, Sirius had chosen to host the dinner this year, instead. Peverell Manor was becoming congested again, as the place was rebuilt to facilitate aircraft production. Sirius considered it to be a good opportunity to entertain everyone, which was something that he welcomed immensely.
Harry and Hermione as usual, gave their Christmas gifts to their visitors on that same night. This year, the gifts included new gravity powered Thunderbolt-III's to each family within Harry's circle. There was an impressive fleet of at least at least twenty Thunderbolt-III's on display, as the tinted Auramite glinted under the Peverell spotlights. The Thunderbolt-II had been designed with a thirty metre length, and was the same size of the iconic SR-71. While it was excellent for transporting thirty people at a time quite spaciously, it was just too big. It was a case of overcompensating, after Harry and Hermione's first mission. The new Thunderbolt-III could still seat the same thirty people and only utilized one third of the length, if only because the propulsion and reactor system were ridiculously compact.
Daphne reasoned that Harry and Hermione had probably succeeded in raiding an asteroid, and they were keeping the information to themselves. Otherwise, where could such liberal amounts of gold, come from? Even the Goblins would get trouble to produce Auramite billet, that quickly. In any case, she was not bothered – if anything now the scope of her projects could increase. Resources would not be an issue.
Daphne and Tracey laughed, as their fathers were presented with Salazar Slytherin's fishing poles. Cyrus was particularly thankful, as he saw it as a piece of Hogwarts history that would be preserved, until it could be displayed openly to the public. Reginald and Cyrus decided on a yacht, and they would split the cost down the middle. Ophelia and Amy almost looked concerned – their husbands were fishermen, now.
Frank and Alice were much better off – now they had access to most of their memories and facilities. The couple had visited Sanjeevani in India, and were healed by Priya, with the guidance of Siddhi and the senior healers. Magic was still difficult for the couple. However, they had no problems using preprogrammed emitters. Longbottom Manor like any of the other houses in Harry's circle, had been incrementally upgraded into a self-running fortress. Frank and Alice preferred to spend most of their time on the Greenhouse business and administering Neville's Quidditch company.
The other Christmas gifts included new fusion reactors, upgraded wards, and assault cannons. The Patel residence was also undergoing massive renovations, as the reliable Mr François tested a new fleet of construction drones. Noémie, her father, and his business associates had been invited to the dinner. Hermione could be cantankerous too, as she hugged Noémie and said:
"Well, I am happy you can learn magic, and live your life normally. But you do have to browse through all of those decorations. And what if you need a new design? What if you had a date with a dashing, handsome young man, and nothing matched?" Hermione suggested, as her eyes twinkled.
Neville and Luna discreetly elbowed Ronald, but Harry could only grin as he observed the antics.
"Well…I had a walk with a very nice boy. And he didn't care about my prosthetic? He was my friend before I met both of you?" Noémie replied.
"Alright, that young man could be a keeper. Snatch him up before someone takes him. But, as to why I suggested such a situation, we do have something new for you!" Hermione replied brightly, as she unveiled a new prototype arm.
Now the new prosthetic's skin was made from programmable matter, in combination with illusions. The tactile feedback felt like real skin, and the item was mentally configurable. After the algorithms auto-adapted, Noémie even converted her hand into a hook, as she pretended to be a pirate. That had caused much laughter at the table.
Luis and the rest of his squad received advanced, updated body armour that Harry and Hermione had tweaked. The remaining person in Luis' squad had gotten a pleasant surprise - Raphaël received a brand new left leg. While he had been using an interim design, the new leg sported a miniaturized fusion reactor, complete with some of Harry's pre-programmed magical stomps. It like Noémie's arm, featured complete neural feedback and could also provide several tools and weapons at Raphaël's disposal. The French Auror was left handed, and Harry and Hermione even included an inbuilt pistol holster as a Robocop gag, which would aid in the intimidation factor.
As usual, Harry and Hermione loved helping people achieve a good quality of life.
The other gifts from Harry and Hermione included book vouchers, exercise equipment for the apartment, pop culture clothing, and other sentimental items. And of course, Harry and Hermione never passed up an opportunity to give their students body armour, and guns. Harry also discreetly delivered new gear for the band, directly to their houses. The blue haired Raven, continued to be out of the loop.
Týr and Víðarr had given everyone Nordic gifts, which included Viking tunics and jewelry. Njal and Freya had dropped by, and they too had bought scholarly things like personal notes and runic optimizations. The entire spectacle had gotten so confusing that every person had to stand away from the main group and collect all of their presents, to avoid the jumble of bodies. Even the dragons and Grace, had gotten a new set of prototype grav harnesses.
"The table gets bigger every year now?" Daphne joked.
"I like that. Family is everything. And family is often who we choose to care about. Blood can run thin when it is convenient…" Harry replied. Hermione had a momentary frown on her face, but Daphne took it in good stride in any case.
"Hush now, Harry. Yes, I am aware you are talking about Petunia and the rest. You have all of us now. Do you still check in on them?" Daphne asked.
"No. but Invictus is set up to alert me if they are threatened. I look after their safety, but nothing else. I appreciate the reminder of having all of you, in my life. I should not allow such a thing to haunt me." Harry replied.
"Well, you are not perfect, although you are accomplished. I can support that claim because you laugh at my stale jokes. Proof that you and I are both idiots when we feel like it…." Daphne challenged. Hermione's face took on a look of panic before Harry replied only with a loud bout of laughter. Harry saw the concern on Hermione's face and asked:
"Worried that she would offend me, Mione?"
"A bit, actually. The interactions between the both of you….I cannot understand. Daphne pushes her luck a little more, every single time, and you seem to…enjoy it?" Hermione smiled, as she hinted that her two favourite people should get hitched together. Ophelia was looking at her husband lower down the table and there was a sly grin. Harry's face took on a thoughtful look for a moment, before he outlined the nature of their relationship.
"Well…..maybe we both like intellectual sadism packaged within candour, and introverted activities? Yeah, that works for us as friends." Harry suggested. Hermione now wondered if Harry was nursing a small crush on Daphne now, as his cheeks were often a little pink, lately. Hermione completed her realisation with a rather open challenge:
"Whatever floats your spaceship, spaceman!"
Meanwhile, Cyrus was explaining the steps that he was taking to get the other Neutrals up to speed. Ophelia was quite surprised by her husband – Neutrals were known for taking the middle route.
"Albion and I had spoken about this matter. He argued that in war there was no true neutrality, in the long term. Ultimately you have to pick a side when the last straw has been drawn. I will speak to the others tomorrow," Cyrus explained.
"What if they want extra details?" Sirius asked.
"I will tell them that I am bound to oath, but I can promise that Tom Riddle is coming back," Cyrus replied.
Harry simultaneously reviewed the conversation from the microphone on board the rifle and the body armour. He found it hilarious that Hufflepuffs (who were supposedly average) were planning a rebellion, and he leaned over and whispered to Hermione, about the issue at hand.
"I think they are fantastic!" Harry sniggered.
"How are we playing this?" Hermione asked.
"Oh….Hari Patel and Herminia Grimaldo need to become regulars at the kitchen?" Harry sniggered.
"I think keeping some secrets can be…entertaining!" Hermione replied, as Harry nodded. Neville and the rest looked over at the conversation behind the privacy ward, and reasoned that Harry and Hermione were planning to troll someone.
"It was great to see everyone, but we better be getting back. We don't want L.D.C to wonder where we are, and we do have some appearances to upkeep!" Neville explained. Harry and Hermione then hugged everyone in the group (which was quite a task) before the apartment dwellers transported into Hogwarts to make some appearances among their housemates.
Ronald had dragged in some of Fred and George's more exotic snack collections, along with takeout and pizza, in the Hufflepuff common room. Luna and Padma had arrived with a loose tea infuser set, and some movies for the Ravenclaws. Neville had gotten some classic and modern Nintendo games ported over (by Daphne) for the hand Terminals. Soon enough, the glory of Mario Kart came to the Gryffindor Common Room.
Daphne and Tracey returned to a Slytherin common room that was filled with children from neutral houses, or muggleborns. They had chosen to stay because their parents were indisposed. Daphne then scooted down to the Hogwarts kitchen and asked the elves to help her with her top secret Brownie recipe, along with some of Tracey's favourite junk food. Very soon, Daphne became known not only as Triumvirate powerhouse, but as a rather talented baker. Tracey was definitely a fry-food specialist as the chips, fried fish and chicken circulated around the Slytherin common room.
"You did say your brownies were quite good. Best I ever had!" Marcella replied.
"Thank you. If you really want to sharpen up your application of magic, learn to cook with your magic. It teaches great fine control," Daphne replied.
"I will try that then. Well, my father is here to collect me. He is a little late, but he had some business to attend to – I suppose I will see you for the new year?" Marcella asked.
"You will. Have fun for the hols. An auspicious Yuletide, and a Happy Christmas!" Daphne replied.
"It's a rare thing for witches to be arranged to someone and to be as happy as you. I hope we will find out who is this mystery man! Your face is positively glowing! Did he message you recently?" Marcella teased.
Tracey burst out into a loud snigger, and elbowed her friend in her ribs, as the girl exited the common room. Theodore was the most surprising character – he accepted Daphne's brownie, continued to munch on the dessert, and was busily talking away with someone. Whatever crush the former Slytherin had on Daphne was long gone. He even seemed to be less guarded, as Draco and the rest were not present.
Theodore Nott looked like a young man, who was deeply in love.
Christmas had arrived the next morning.
Harry had given Lord Ragnok the Raven-I prototype as a Christmas Gift. The ship had been retrofitted with grav drives and a reactor, but was specialised as luxury transport. It possessed full defensive systems, and had a small complement of weapons. It was also not built for extended amphibious operations, or any other impossible demands. However, because of Harry's innate need to over-engineer things, the craft was still packing far more potency than the Thunderbolt-II. It still had some smaller micro-railguns and pulse turrets.
"Thank you Harry, this fine gift!" King Ragnok replied.
"Consider this to be from all of us. Her bigger sister is still under modification, as the requirements have ballooned out of control. We are making the bigger sister space worthy. But this one is safe, extra durable, and she has enough teeth to bite back," Harry replied.
"I am even considering showing her off for the World Cup?" King Ragnok wondered.
"I think that is a fantastic idea. But keep the body non-descript. No advertising yet." Harry laughed.
"I think a red GP & G Shipwright and Industrial, might be just your thing. All in red?" King Ragnok asked, as he lifted his hands, and framed the prospective branding onto the ship's body. Contrary to what people believed, Lord Ragnok could be humorous when he trusted people. Harry grinned, and ducked down and prepared to look through the 'window', as Barchoke's footsteps echoed from behind.
"Yes, but we would need red for my P, Blue for Hermione, and Green for Daphy. That colour scheme could work. I hope when I am ready to build the Lilly Potter, I will have enough materials. I mean, I should?" Harry wondered.
"Whatever you need, we can facilitate. I think you have enough material but we will mine more, if necessary. We Goblins will make that investment to get out into the solar system." King Ragnok replied.
"You know the adage goes that you should not run business with friends – that it causes too many problems. But I want to believe that we do well enough together. And that…makes me happy," Harry replied.
"Greetings my King. Happy Christmas, Harry. Is this a new project?" Barchoke asked.
"This one was given as a gift, to me. Its bigger sister is being retrofitted in the Grishnar cave. That one will be a dedicated military vessel. However, we do have enough firepower and defensive measures to protect us. I suppose Gringotts London owns a private jet," King Ragnok replied.
"A fine gift indeed. I came to discuss an issue, and your presence Harry, is welcome. Might I additionally suggest that an empty plot of land is available after Ollivander's. Perhaps it may make an excellent hangar. I would like to believe that the roof's capacity is fully occupied?" Barchoke asked.
"Yes – make arrangements and purchase the area. We will build our structure. Harry, I will consult you on the design parameters," King Ragnok replied, as Harry nodded.
"Excellent. So, the problem my king is that Harry has handed us a secondary business for free. The amount of aggregate we are getting because of the powered asteroid is about two hundred thousand galleons, daily. Bloodaxe has worked out the other logistics already, and that includes salaries, and all other overheads already subtracted?" Barchoke explained.
"Well, I did say we could sell the sand, as a joke. How many other workers could fly drones?" Harry asked.
"We have another two thousand who could be trained easily, and that would allow everyone a lucrative paying job. But this amount of wealth will at some point cause the cost of the galleon to rise, against the sterling pound. Our King will have to consider this. Even though we isolated the aggregate transactions only through the muggle market, there is so much that magical England can purchase even with the recent business boom. And then the value of the galleon against the international magical currencies, needs to be discussed?" Barchoke explained.
"Let the market decide how things will play out. If anything, clever people will rise up, and displace the purebloods. In any case, we don't depend on them to make money anymore. Arrange with Harry for additional drones. Put the aggregate business within the tunnelling portfolio. Split the payout between Gringotts, Harry and Hermione." King Ragnok replied as Barchoke updated the information on his terminal.
"Well…this is a pleasant surprise. Although it makes sense. The pedestrian things generally make the most money." Harry laughed.
"Money is not a concern anymore. But if I know you well enough, you will eventually spend your wealth towards the betterment of others. So I think you should continue to acquire wealth, to finance your humanitarian projects. I often remember the accommodations that I made for you, merely about five years ago. At that time, we were not friends, but my intuition told me that you would do great things," King Ragnok replied, as Barchoke left.
"The greatest thing I have ever done is undertake missions to liberate those who were in danger. I used to think my academic achievements, and my inventions made me great. But being able to use those things to help people? I consider the help that you gave to me, to be a crucial step in being able to help others," Harry explained, rather quietly.
"Then our relationship will continue, and I will assist you so you can help those in need. What are the plans for today, otherwise?" King Ragnok asked, as he gently pat Harry's back.
"A visit to my mother's old church, to meet Father Nathaniel. And I don't know what else I will do. I am going now. An auspicious Yuletide, and a Happy Christmas, King Ragnok. Farewell." Harry replied as he dipped his chin respectfully and teleported out of the cavern. King Ragnok buzzed Invictus on his comms device.
"He has no idea how much he is like you. And even his both parents, live on in him." King Ragnok replied.
"He is a Peverell, and most he is a Potter. But most importantly, his mother Priya taught him his values. He is a Singh, too." Invictus replied, as King Ragnok made arrangements to expand the aggregate business.
Albus had just arrived in the great hall.
He and the common staff members were surprised to see their favourite star students within Hogwarts. He even found it strange that Daphne and Tracey were sitting at the Gryffindor table. Perhaps their detractors had all decided to visit their parents, and it was of no issue in any case.
"Happy Christmas to all of you!" Albus replied, as he showed off his gaudy pink and black robe.
"A Happy Christmas and Happy Yuletide to you too!" Neville replied.
"First Christmas at Hogwarts, yes?" Albus asked, as his robes glittered through the entire hall.
"For all of us?" Daphne suggested.
"Carry on then! You will enjoy the holidays with us, and this makes me glad!" Albus replied, as he walked off.
Tracey's laughter had caused her to nurse abdominal stitches, but even she had to admit – Albus Dumbledore could pull off any type of robe. Eventually, the headmaster got settled at the staff table, and a conversation between himself and Professor McGonagall took place. As the staff helped themselves to the Christmas breakfast, they looked around at the assembled students. Albus Dumbledore had received a letter at the staff table, and he read it with great interest as he stroked his beard.
Tonks eventually arrived, as she sat next to Neville and the rest. For the paltry few people who were at Hogwarts, the activities of the group of friends were of no concern. However, Romilda Vane and Lavender Brown looked on. If anything, the girls were only met by the impassive appearance of the boys' backs, as they continued to wonder how they might tempt the boys.
Moody had not joined the breakfast at the staff table. Rather, he was writing a letter to Amelia. He made it his business to appraise his boss of the capability of "Longbottom, and his lot". Moody was also quite aware that 'Nymphadora' had been assigned to track Bellatrix, and the crazed woman had not shown up in England at all. She was bouncing around many other countries, that were known hotspots for the Dark Arts. There was a further description of the Dementor patrol routes, and the entry and exit points of the school. Moody eventually finished his tasks, and made his way into the Great Hall as he gave both Ronald and Neville a solid thud on their backs.
Tonks had checked the area for enchantments, and Albus would not be able to hear anything. Everything from the cups, plates and even the food had been swept. Funny enough, Neville was able to access the polymer tag on Albus' robes. Invictus had applied the polymer to everything, as a rather effective form of revenge for the 'Divali Debacle'
"So, what are we doing today?" Tonks asked the group, as Albus Dumbledore became occupied, with his letter.
"I have no idea. We would usually play Monopoly or just goof around at home?" Neville replied.
"Might be a great day to try some spiffing pranks!" Fred asked.
"I certainly and confidently…..concur!" George replied.
"Cat got your tongue, Ronald? Saw something you liked, last night?" Luna teased.
Ronald once again was calm and collected, as he often slept with Hermione in her bed, at her house. His bedroom at the apartment had been empty for months and his reply was not the least bit fussed about Luna's teasing.
"More like the munchies are the problem, Looney. I want to eat Barbecue. I am considering just leaving Hogwarts and fixing something at the kitchen. And yes, that is even with that fantastic meal I had last night, and all the extras we shared out in my common room. We Hufflepuffs….love snacks." Ronald replied.
"I have a better idea. Maybe you can just have the Barbecue here? You and I are going to eat all those chicken thighs!" Tracey suggested, before Neville and the rest began to laugh.
"Well I am a leg guy, when you think about it?" Ronald smiled, as he winked at Tracey. The snake began to wonder if he had seen any girl's leg, recently.
"Why don't we barbecue for everyone? Something late tonight. Hogwarts has never had a barbecue in its history. This is our second to last Yuletide here so we might as well make it fun?" Luna suggested.
"And perhaps we can invite our people to spend tonight with us. We could invite Harry and the rest. Find a nice, secluded spot in the castle, and have our own thing under Dumbledore's nose, after we feed the masses?" Daphne suggested.
"You know what? I am sold. Daff do a terminal count, and see how many people are present at the castle. Then we will know how much ingredients to bring for everyone," Ronald suggested.
"You know Hermione had suggested that we learn to communicate mentally via intuition, with a shared cooking exercise. The initial idea was to make pizza together. But we could try that with the barbecue! We could even get the elves to help?" Neville suggested.
"We are so doing that. Definitely!" Ronald replied, as he rubbed his hands.
"Maybe we should make some Pizza too. If we show the elves what to do, we could have pizza on the Hogwarts menu. They would love to help?" Fred suggested.
"Who is bringing the boombox? We need sick tunes!" Tonks asked.
There was another collective bout of laughter, that caught the attention of the staff members. While they did not hear anything, the sniggering and the wild movements had caught the eye of everyone, at the staff table. Minerva could tell that something suspicious was about to happen.
"Albus, I know that look. What are they planning?" Minerva asked.
"I have no idea, my dear Minerva. However, they have never been known to break school rules, with the occasional exception of being challenged by an aggressor. Shall we allow things to run their course, and perhaps we can find out?" Albus suggested.
"Albus, sometimes I wonder why I put up with your nonsense. Fine, let us see what they will do," Minerva replied, with a smile on her face.
"This afternoon will be entertaining Minerva. Hagrid from what I understand, will be getting a special delivery!" Albus replied, as his eyes became grave.
It was very well known that Harry always disappeared on Christmas day.
Nobody ever asked after him, because they understood that it was his personal day off. This year, Harry's visit to Father Nathaniel included a small chat with the man, with Priya and Sirius present. It was not the usual confession, but rather a familial visit. Priya and Sirius considered this church to also be important to them – Lilly Evans had attended this church, her entire life.
"I know you haven't been attending as of recently. I suppose you have commitments?" Father Nathaniel asked.
"Too many. But we are doing good work. Generally, after a mission, I would usually come and speak to you. It has been quiet lately. And Imperial takes a real toll on me, because of how much accelerated work we are doing," Harry replied.
The conversation occurred for another two hours, as Harry gave a general description of his relief work (through Lorna) and his magical discoveries.
"Are you continuing with the good fight?" Father Nathaniel asked.
"I am not so sure I want to call it a good fight. Some of the things I do are morally dubious. But I don't engage myself in cruelty or in the suffering of others. And yet I can give no guarantee that if I stumble across a death eater, it won't get….messy. I am anything far from perfect," Harry replied.
"Then we can agree that you are at least you are honest. And honest people can climb their way up the ladder. One day your obligations to the upcoming war will be done, and it will be time to build. And you son, will take comfort in this. Until then, you will do your duty," Father Nathaniel replied.
"I guess….that will have to do," Harry replied, as he slowly stood up and beckoned for his father and mother to follow him.
"I will keep an eye on him," Priya replied.
"Thank you, Ms. Singh. You are a blessed woman. Harry has spoken of you and Sirius very affectionately for many years, and I am happy that I finally met you. You took up such a tall responsibility, and yet you thrived. He needed both of you," Father Nathaniel replied.
"I think we need him just as much," Sirius replied, as Harry handed off a plastic molded case.
"This is the third revision of my transporter. Operates the same way as the previous one. I hope your travelling has been…entertaining?" Harry suggested.
"It has – sometimes I visit places just for a change in scenery. This particular gift is deeply appreciated. Till next time, Harry!" Father Nathaniel replied, as Harry slaved the transporters and carried everyone to an ice cream vendor.
It was where he had purchased his first ice cream, almost a lifetime ago. Harry merely wanted to show his parents the place, as it represented the first rebellious thing he ever did, so many years ago. Strangely enough, the place was open, and the owner recognized Harry easily.
"You know Harry, I am not surprised you are alive. You were always resourceful, as a child. The neighbourhood now knows that Petunia was always a menace. How can I help you Mr. Potter?" the ice cream shop owner asked, jovially.
"Ah! I could not get past you. Yes, it is indeed me, but I can argue I have put on some….….size?" Harry laughed, as he detected a faint signature, in the environment.
"Definitely. And some height too Mr. Potter! If I didn't know any better, you were training for the Olympics! I do want to add that Petunia has the worst lawn in the entire neighbourhood, and I have explained to everyone that we all miss your handiwork!"
Harry began to cackle, as the admission from the old man seemed like righteous revenge.
"I can see that you are so happy, and it makes this old man here, smile. And who are these wonderful people?" the ice cream store owner asked, warmly.
"Ah, these are my adoptive parents. Or rather just my parents, now. This is mum, Ms. Singh. And this is Mr. Black, my father." Harry replied proudly.
Meanwhile, a certain person in the kitchen stood silent. Harry Potter? Surely, it could not be that Harry Potter? The unknown person slowly took a peek across an out of sight, oblique doorway. She found herself looking at a person, who was not a boy. Rather he almost looked like a seventh year, and his eyes glowed. She had heard the rumour that Harry Potter had apple green eyes from the various Wizarding titles in Diagon Alley. Yet, the girl found that description of the boy to be inaccurate.
Rather, his eyes were like smouldering emeralds, and they were wild and dangerous.
She found herself confused – if this was Harry Potter, surely he would be her age? However, something about the way he upheld himself confirmed her suspicion. He looked and behaved like a hero, who would run into a situation with his wand ablaze to rescue the innocents. The onlooker even admitted to himself, that Harry Potter was dead handsome and dashing. She decided she would find out about the Olympics, as that might be related to why he was positively huge as a person.
As soon as the Ravenclaw regained her mental bearings, she also found the accompanying people too suspicious – that woman was definitely Master Healer Priya Singh. She had great tales of the woman's beauty, and the onlooker had to admit she was just as charming as others claimed. According to the snippet of the conversation, she had adopted him. Could the other person be Sirius Black? He seemed to be too young, too handsome and too vibrant to be Lord Aurelian Back, who was a much older individual. And what was this thing about being alive when everyone thought Harry Potter was dead? Was he in hiding? Lisa Turpin was a quiet half-blood Ravenclaw, who was looking to earn some money to buy a new broom. And now she was peeking at one of the best kept secrets in Wizarding England.
"I always told people you were a hard worker, and you were a blessed child. Your death upset me, and I honestly felt sad that you would never visit my ice cream shop again," the man replied. Lisa observed as Harry Potter's face became genuinely sad before he almost seemed to weigh his options.
"I think you deserve an explanation, then. To put it politely, Petunia and Vernon Dursley should be in jail for child abuse. That is what I got from them. But in order to live there in that wonderful household, somebody had to murder my parents. My parents did not die in a car crash," Harry replied evenly.
"Ah…now it makes…..sense? Lilly was loved by everyone in the neighbourhood. Somebody killed her and your father?" the old man asked curiously.
"Indeed. He is one of those terrorist types, and he has had run-ins with the authorities at a national level. He killed many others too. This caricature of a man is still alive, and he is working in the shadows. I had to cover my trail. The funeral arrangements were a private family affair, and only after did the authorities get involved. Sirius here is my father's friend. And mum here used to teach me at good ol' St Grogary's. She adopted me and saved me from the Dursley hellhole. I owe her everything," Harry explained reverently.
Suddenly Lisa Turpin began to have a faint recollection of the news that had circulated some time back. Harry Potter was a star student at his primary school! All the Ravenclaws had debated if Harry Potter would have sorted into Ravenclaw based on his grades! They had even debated if his friend was a magical, if she would have made Ravenclaw too!
So, it was him!
"Oh my good Lord! Today you and your family will have free ice cream on me, then…" Mr. Smith replied.
"No, let me pay. I believe in supporting community businesses. Non-negotiable." Harry replied, quite firmly.
"Fair enough. That makes me happy to hear someone say that," the man smiled.
"I still have a question though – how come you are open? I had merely expected to just show my adoptive parents where I bought my first ever ice cream many years ago, and then this ended up being a pleasant surprise?" Harry asked.
"As society has changed, you will be surprised how many people want a tub of homemade ice cream, because they are in an emergency. Yes, people can run off to Tesco but for the people nearby, this is more convenient. People often have to work long hours, and we try to help people who are trying to balance everything for the holidays." the old man replied.
"Ah, that is very kind of you. Well, the supposedly dead Mr. Harry Hadrian Potter, Gardener Supreme wants his usual chocolate mint ice cream, but do six scoops instead of two as my appetite is much bigger now. And for these two here…."
Harry ran a sweep of the area and found that besides the cash register and appliances, there were no security cameras or charms that were of any concern. Meanwhile, Lisa Turpin prepared the ice cream cups before Mr. Smith arrived, and he was surprised when the girl merely said:
"Overheard the order. Here, this is for them?" Lisa replied.
"Thank you, Lisa. You could come and say hello, I know Harry as a child. Quite handsome and strapping young lad, he is eh? He is your age!" Mr. Smith joked.
"I am okay, right over here. Maybe another time?" Lisa replied, as she tried her best not to appear too nervous.
"Very well. If you need anything, holler at me. I am stepping out to get some things from storage. I will be back soon." Mr. Smith replied.
Lisa then ran all of the machines loudly, as she decided to eavesdrop on the conversation. What she heard was illuminating – the boy was certainly Harry Potter, and somehow, he was very much involved in Wizarding affairs. Then, the Master Healer left, as she was needed for an emergency case in France. The conversation became interesting - Lisa reasoned that Harry Potter was in his old neighbourhood, and he was relaxed. His comments included casual conversations about the design of new weapons, and then the activities of "Neville and the rest," who were his students. There was even an affectionate mention of Daphne, which had a little too much warmth to be just a friendship. Lisa realised that Harry Potter had not realised that he could be overheard.
Suddenly Daphne Greengrass and her dreamy giggly look in Hogwarts made sense.
Lisa had a predominantly wizarding upbringing as a half-blood, and she managed to quickly put everything together. Sirius Black, the ex-convicted Azkaban mass murderer was sitting right outside. And even more surprising, he was hitched to the most famous celebrity in magical England, who was speculated about regularly. And what added to her mystery, was that nobody knew anything about the elusive woman. Then, a new module for the Medi-Bracelet was discussed. 'Padfoot' updated 'Prongslet' on how Cyrus Greengrass was going to negotiate with the neutral block. There was a dinner at Greengrass Manor, and the discussion would change the political direction of the Wizengamot.
To make matters even more complicated, "Mione" hopped over to have laugh with her 'brother'. Lisa took a small peek and saw the woman in her full glory. Lisa smiled when saw the blue streaks of hair. Lisa even extrapolated that 'Hermione' probably didn't need to attend Hogwarts, but was most aligned most closely with Ravenclaw. And the tattoos? She was proof that Ravenclaws could be cool. Or maybe she (Lisa) was grasping for straws. But it didn't matter. The casual secrets that were discussed were earth shaking. As Lisa continued to make more ice cream, she soon heard Harry Potter's complaints about 'Albus Dumblefuck', 'the Dark Wanka', 'Legally Blonde' and 'Ponce Junior'. The names were so creative, that she had to cover her mouth from laughing. There were some small snippets about Draco and Lucius Malfoy. Apparently, 'Ponce Senior' was planning a Yuletide meeting tonight, with old Death Eaters. Also, they possessed a plan to listen to the conversation.
"Anyway, good thing when we designed the Hand Terminal we included upgrades to the surveillance systems. Good ol' Bella and Pyrites are supposed to be there, and…." Harry explained.
Lisa was already having a small terror attack, and the noise of the appliances helped her to pause and take a breath. There were some small re-enactments of Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson, and Lisa soon figured out that 'they' knew pretty much 'everything'. Then, Lisa had to reconcile that Harry Potter, Hermione whatever, and Sirius Black had no problem with killing criminals and Death Eaters, with impunity. They had been responsible for the Diagon Alley bloodletting.
"Too bad the entire set of Moldypants' Death Eaters did not show up in Diagon Alley – we could have killed all of them, at once." Sirius joked.
"Yeah, but we would not know who their collaborators are. The Ministry of Magic is infested with them. We will root them out," Hermione replied.
The rest of the morning was silent, but Lisa had already heard too much. Lisa was able to ascertain that there was no Artificing Guild. Her Terminal and any other Guild artefacts were compromised, and Neville and the rest were running an excellent training program to equip Hogwarts students with the necessary skills. He-who-must-not-be-named was alive as some type of wraith, and he was coming back. Harry and the rest were planning to fight him, toe-to-toe. Lisa already made up her mind that she would join Neville's classes and investigate the situation. Eventually, Mr. Smith returned, and Lisa avoided confronting Harry Potter – she had the distinct feeling that he would recognise her face, easily. Harry had even introduced Hermione, who had hidden her tattoos without even needing a wand.
Lisa was thankful that she had left her Terminal at home, and only had a smartphone on her for communication. Lisa had only one friend, and she made up her mind to tell Su Li about what she had discovered. Lisa also considered that Padma and Parvati Patil's capability as healers (as Priya Singh's personal apprentices) made sense. Su Li had commented that the healer shared close relationships with the Indian family. That also meant that the Patil girls probably knew Harry Potter. Lisa decided that she would speak to her friend in person, and perhaps Su Li could work backwards from Padma.
As the visitors left, Lisa considered that she had gotten the best Christmas present – she had been granted a unique piece of knowledge that she and Su Li would share in, and nobody would be any the wiser. Perhaps eventually, she could discuss the knowledge with Terry Boot, if he could help her with getting enrolled in the Defence Club.
However, Harry Potter was a troll.
He had already gotten a signature for Lisa Turpin as soon as he had run the scanner. And he had deliberately chosen to have a loud conversation for the girl to overhear. Hermione had placed her bet – Lisa would find her own network to start her informal resistance movement. Harry had bet that she would not start her own network, but would fall into Cedric's group.
Later that afternoon, Albus, Minerva, and Flitwick were assembled at Hagrid's hut. Albus looked over the contract that Lord Black had sent to Hagrid, and he found himself quite concerned. Cornelius Fudge had arrived with another agreement and he was quite pleased.
Hogwarts was owned purely by the founders and was considered to be their property since "time immemorial". However, the Ministry had found other ways to control Hogwarts via educational decrees and policies. Outside of the immediate Hogwarts ward line, was Ministry of Magic owned land. Lord Black had bought a giant annular plot of land that surrounded Hogwarts. The layout included a generous but independent lot, that would host Hagrid's new house. Albus looked over the agreement and voiced his complaints.
"Minister, does this not concern you?" Albus asked.
"Why do you say that Albus?" Cornelius asked.
"Lord Black could build a wall around Hogwarts, and the land is legally his. And we would not be able to stop him?" Albus asked.
"But there is an entire five hundred feet plot of land that has not been touched. This gap in the ring here, and it is positioned to let people approach Hogwarts through the preferred entrance that everyone already uses?" Cornelius answered.
"Lord Black is trying to control access to Hogwarts! I must ask that we do not…."
"Albus! How are you?" Sirius replied, as he suddenly apparated behind Albus silently.
The conversation that occurred was illuminating. Sirius did not discuss the return of the Dark Lord. Rather, he insisted that the 'commerce strip' was an attempt to facilitate the Triwizard Tournament, and he expected magical England to benefit by setting up stalls. He was looking to consolidate Hogsmeade, and to build several businesses that would allow Hogwarts students to work and gain experience within a familiar environment. Albus and the Hogwarts staff members understood the hidden reason for Lord Black's interest in the plot of land – he was putting things in place for the war. Cornelius was only too happy – Lord Black had bought the land for sixty million galleons, and the Ministry would be able to increase funding to its various departments. Cornelius became manipulative, as he insisted that Lord Black's control of such a large swath of land would help with combating Lucius Malfoy's influence. He also proudly boasted that Lord Black was sponsoring the Triwizard tournament from his pocket, and the forty million galleon budget for the tournament was meant to 'jumpstart development'. Fudge insisted that the English deserved to be recognised as the most developed magical nation in the world.
Albus was even more alarmed – where did Aurelian Black get one hundred million galleons from to spend casually? Even Minerva and Flitwick had to squint.
Fudge was also aware that Lord Voldemort would return, but he planned to be long gone after the World Cup. His successor would have to deal with the magical war. Cornelius hoped that either Amos Diggory or Amelia Bones would run for the post, and perhaps they would do a better job. He had already received his 'advance' from Sirius, for arranging the legislation and ironclad contracts. Eventually, Cornelius after reviewing the legal terms left Hogwarts. The Goblins had been quite glad to facilitate the purchase, and they had gotten a commission on the sale of the Ministry land.
Albus had to concede defeat, as Mr François and his team appeared with their unique set of construction drones. The older wizard began to suspect that the Storm-Lord and the Rune-Priestess had developed the items, as the small insect shaped devices easily lifted impossible amounts of dirt. Albus and the rest had a chance to witness modern construction methods that utilised rebar, composites, plastic aggregates and graphcrete. Sirius was only too happy to explain the difference between the modern methods, and how much stronger they were – he even quoted kilo-Newton strengths for the graphcrete. Thirty minutes later, Hagrid had a solid, dead flat concrete foundation, complete with a deeply embedded pile foundation. It was quite overkill, and Minerva and Flitwick were honestly excited to see the construction of the rest of this house.
"The construction method is rather…novel?" Fillius asked.
"Indeed. Drones are common in the mundane world, but they are small and are used to deliver weapons and airstrikes. This drone was provided by the majority owner of our company, and it specialises only in erecting structures. The real innovation is the graphcrete – the concrete solidifies with the use of magic!" Mr François replied, as he considered that Albus wanted to dig into Harry's business. The headmaster had many additional questions, but the contractor understood his tools and his materials quite well. He even hinted that the anonymous authority had purchased most of his company, and they were quite capable of erecting a Hogwarts sized building in approximately less than six months. That drew incredulous looks from Albus and Minerva, but Fillius had already figured out the implications.
That had caused Albus to frown – it was enough that the Storm-Lord had excessive military power. But now, he could erect powerful structures. Perhaps this was his reply to the Guild having the majority control of the English Wizarding market. Everyone needed houses and buildings. And the Storm-Lord's methods were far more rugged and modern than his magical contemporaries. Sirius even asked Albus to cast his most powerful spells, and the graphcrete only absorbed the magic, and became even harder. That perplexed the old man, as his best spells which would wreck entire buildings became puny. Additionally, Albus probed the energy that was given off by the drones, and the alarm on his face was quite obvious. Whatever power generation technology the Storm-Lord had before, he had advanced the design. Perhaps this was why the Death Stick had experienced such drastic changes. A single drone could output the power of hundreds of wizards. Albus began to suspect that the Storm-Lord had not sent any of his abrasive letters because he had been busy.
The headmaster also noted that there were no wands, and the Storm-Lord 'drones' functioned on similar principles as the Terminals. Albus even held a drone, and tried to examine it, and was surprised when the drone behaved like an excitable cat.
"It seems so…..lifelike?" Minerva asked.
"From what I understand, the drones aren't just equipment. They have a nervous system and body parts that are similar to humans. They have their own language, and personalities. I heard your sorting hat has a big personality?" Mr François asked.
"Yes, he does. I suppose that makes sense. How will the house be built?" Fillius asked, as Harry and Hermione listened on the other end of the communicators. They were preparing for a small unveil, as they didn't want Albus examining Neville too closely. And they knew what exactly would throw the group off.
"The house modules have already been prefabricated. They will be flown into the area?" Sirius replied, as a small humming noise was heard. Soon enough, everybody were looking at the floating objects.
Albus and the rest looked on six Thunderbolt-IIIs complete with cannons, missiles and turrets flew into the environment, as they levitated six different house modules.
For Albus, this was even more alarming – the aircraft was clearly magical, and they had been built for war. The sleek designs and the detached cockpits, combined with the militaristic looking wings were quite the statement. The all-steel design was different form stone and wood, which were commonplace in the magcial world. The weapons which pivoted around, searched for a target to eliminate. As the Thunderbolt-IIIs levitated the modules downwards, they were slowly lowered and slotted into each other. Albus was surprised to see how huge these building modules were, and yet they were not using any Wingardium Leviosas. As Albus quested with his wand, he found the levitation magic to be so elegantly efficient, that it terrified him. He had only been familiar with a shred of this ability, and it had shown up only in his most contested enemy – Gellert Grindelwald.
"Is that an aircraft?" Minerva asked.
"A magical upgrade of one. You know Professor McGonagall, you confuse me, sometimes." Sirius replied, gently.
"In what way, Lord Black?" Minerva asked.
"I am aware of your family's history. I am surprised that you forgot about airplanes and cars and other commonplace things, long before you came to Hogwarts?" Sirius asked curiously. Minerva even paused for a moment, as a certain realisation came over her face.
"What you say is true. There….was this young man who I loved very dearly, and I could not break the statute. It happened after I graduated from Hogwarts. I refused his offer to marry me, and I often try to forget about that part of my life. And I suppose I forgot that I am a half-blood too, as I became celebrated in the Wizarding World."
"I am truly honoured that you revealed such a thing to me. But I already know the story. A word of advice. Maybe you should visit him sometime. Some would say that he should not know about the magical world. I say you were denied the most magical thing in the world for a bunch of pencil pushers in the Ministry of Magic? Who are they to enforce such a ridiculous concept?" Sirius asked.
"But…"
"No Minerva. Your father was Robert McGonagall. A priest. I have a deceased friend who knew you as a child. You attended church as a little girl, and you sang loudly in the choir. The non-magical world is a part of who you, too. As to how I know your personal business, I make it my business to know other people's business. The same way that I know Legally Blonde is calling his Death Eater buddies to have a discreet meeting tonight. Bellatrix is visiting Malfoy Manor too…." Sirius replied.
"Lord Black, how do you…"
"Not now Albus. And I won't tell you anyway. Learn to collect better intelligence. As for you Minerva, I say find him if you can. Explain what happened. He will probably have children and grandchildren. You could always be a friend. He did not deserve the Ministry's discretion, not when the same Ministry was full of Death Eater scum who openly collaborated with Lord Voldemort during the last Wizarding War. Sure, the war happened a couple of decades later, but the place is a festering cesspool of autocratic power structures. It had to breed that kind of mentality. That is just my two pence, on that situation." Sirius replied, with finality.
Minerva strangely enough was not angry. Rather, Sirius knew the look. Minerva was going to look for someone, soon enough.
"So, you think our laws are not worth your time?" Albus asked.
"Many of them are acceptable, but not all. Laws must be adapted to match socio-cultural changes. The majority of Wizarding law does nothing for muggleborns. You can't even claim to be democratic. Please Albus do not exhaust my patience…." Sirius replied, with acid in his voice.
Fillius and Minerva winced, as Sirius continued his complaints.
"….and the law has to be adapted for extenuating circumstances. And have our lawmakers been flexible and accommodating? Look Albus, I know you are worried about my friend's impressive fighter aircraft. You wonder if he is going to burn everything down. Do you know what caused him to believe such a course of action was necessary?
Because nobody had the guts to challenge the system. And what do you plan to do? Use his ancestral family wand, against him? HA! You are aware that your legendary Deathstick that you won from Grindelwald, is not technically yours? You have no power in this theatre of war, my dear Albus…" Sirius casually mentioned, as Minerva and Fillius' jaws dropped wide open.
"Yes, Albus has not always been truthful with his closest friends. But I will say that I do have access to Lord Peverell's latest weapons. Keep clutching your wand and think it means anything. I have no idea how you are going to battle sniper rifles but be my guest. We have Rail Cannons, now!" Sirius joked.
"He could become a tyrant!" Albus insisted. Minerva was suddenly concerned – Albus generally never lost his composure, and yet he seemed almost distressed.
"Then I hope you will be there to save the day, then. But what I know of him, is that he is interested in the development of people. He is not a detached academic who stays in his head. When he promises to help, he helps. He wants people to prosper. And that is because he has been under someone else's boot, and he understands what it is like, not to have any choice…."
Hermione gently held Harry's hand as she nodded severely, back at the workshop. It was at this moment that Harry understood that Sirius believed not in just Harry Potter – he believed in his son, and Sirius was his father who would protect and support him. Priya who had been listening to the conversation remotely, sent Harry a smiley face emoticon. Her message was simple – I know how to pick them.
Sirius was personally pissed, and he continued to make the parade rain on the Headmaster. Now his voice was loud, and Sirius was on a full on rant.
"…and he would gladly suffer for the welfare of others without a second thought. Remind me what did you do Albus? You abandoned your sister, Arianna for academic glory and saddled her with Aberforth. And you would pass judgement on others. BAH! And what did you do that for? What did you abandon your family for? To run off with your boyfriend Gellert Grindelwald! And when you had a change of heart about world domination, then you became a reformist. Then you fought him. You initially wanted the muggles under your boot too, and now you are supposedly their greatest champion! Who is the real tyrant now? You see that in others because you see that in yourself! You want to control everything, but you won't get your hands dirty? Fine by me!"
Minerva and Fillius looked on as Albus Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard in the world was reduced to a guilty teenager, as his memories haunted him. Minerva knew nothing of Albus' personal life, but she now figured that Albus had skeletons in his closet. Aberforth never had any respect for his brother, and suddenly many of the past interactions could be contextualised. Suddenly the portrait in the Hog's Head began to make a macabre amount of sense. And the claim that Albus had been a pureblood purist? That shook Minerva to her core. Minerva frowned, as she realised that Harry Potter was not Albus' first sacrifice.
He had done it before. Did he plan to sacrifice Neville too? Augusta already knew.
"Perhaps Lord Black, a tour of the facilities is in order? I know that you and Albus have your disagreements, but I was hoping we could celebrate Hagrid's successes today? And perhaps this argument could be postponed for another day?" Fillius suggested. Hagrid was now approaching, and he had missed most of the conversation.
"You are ever the quintessential Raven, indeed. I apologize, I should not have let my temper get the better of me. Yes, you are indeed right! Today is about Hagrid after all.
Ah here you are! Hagrid, your work as gamekeeper provided for the ingredients that would help werewolves become accepted back into society. I want to thank you for your clever and enduring hard work," Sirius replied, as he gathered the group of individuals.
Hagrid hardly ever received many compliments, and he was quite happy and felt deeply appreciated. Fillius picked up on the change in the half-giants behaviour. And yet Albus did not consider that not enough had been done, to build good relationships with Hagrid, besides some paltry handouts. Sirius then carried the assembled group on a small tour, as the final metal studs and the plastic substrate were welded and anchored.
Hagrid's house was an exercise in modern architecture. It was filled with glass panels, and the façade was light and airy. The furniture and the other items had been designed with origami designed structures that folded as necessary. The sweeping flowing organic designs were almost alien, and the illumination and the heat emitters were built into recessed spaces. The house was also giant sized, and Hagrid felt as if the proportions allowed him to not feel overly large. Several optimisations looked after Hagrid's active lifestyle, which included automatic laundry and dishwashing systems, along with various cleaning charms. There were also various storage options, shelves and other amenities that complimented Hagrid's needs. The control panel was driven completely by illusions, and the group noted that furniture and even groceries were already included.
"All I can say is that if the Storm-Lord is an associate, he has an impeccable sense of Architecture. This is the most beautiful dwelling I have ever seen, Lord Black." Fillius replied.
"He often says that he prefers to build, and in the building of good things one finds fulfilment. This is one of his many achievements that will help people get a place to stay. This is more of a luxury dwelling. We have an entire 3d printed house, coming in for about 2,000 galleons. We expect the units to be modern, stylish and many of them will be showcased on the strip of land that I have bought. The Rune-Priestess is interested in developing agricultural innovations that will accelerate crop development. There is no greater power than to cure the sick, and to feed those who have gotten the bad end of the stick. She is working atop Neville's innovations," Sirius replied proudly.
Hagrid was quite excited, as Sirius instructed him on how to use the new kettle. Hagrid was also quite excited to try the various types of tea he had been provided. Meanwhile, Albus quested the house with his wand, as he tried to figure out if the house possessed any weapons. Albus was right – several weapon emplacements were hidden in the walls, but Albus did not have the flexibility to look in unusual places. He did not detect anything. Albus even wondered where the house drew its power from, and soon realised that the material of the entire house, acted like a rectangular energy storage box. Eventually, the tour was completed and Hagrid was comforted by Sirius as he cried – the place had been dirt cheap, and he now had a residence that was on par with many of the Manors of the Magical world.
"What will I do know?" Hagrid asked Sirius.
"Remus Lupin asked that same question many years ago. He started with YouTube and got into woodworking. He makes fantastic wooden furniture. Very beautiful pieces. Look for a new skill to learn? There is a lot of farming and animal rearing content out there. You do have a complete tool room, filled with magical versions of known muggle tools. You will figure it out…." Sirius replied.
Sirius left as Albus, and the rest continued to investigate the place. Hagrid then walked over to his previous hut, and he moved across most of the sentimental items. Minerva was still upset that Albus owned the Deathstick, and yet he had never said anything. It wasn't that she wanted the item for herself, but she considered that Albus and his relationship with Grindelwald was perhaps far more complex than people believed. And then, was the revelation that Albus had wanted to conquer the world – that too broke her image of Albus being impeccable. She even had doubts about the man, now.
"Albus I will be back this evening. I have some personal business to attend to…" Minerva replied.
"Very well," Albus replied, as Minerva made her way to find the home of her first love, that had occurred so many decades ago.
Albus found himself frustrated, as the house did not reveal any secrets. The headmaster felt somewhat like a caveman – he was banging rocks against an object, that he did not understand. Perhaps Alex might be able to help. But then, Hagrid's new house could identify individuals easily. Hagrid would be quite aware that he was snooping around his house, regularly.
"Well professor, wha' d'you think?" Hagrid asked.
"I am happy for you Hagrid, but I have concerns…." Albus replied.
Hagrid's back was turned towards the headmaster, and suddenly Hagrid's face became disappointed. Hagrid was quite happy that he had achieved something, and he had done well for himself. However. Albus seemed too self-absorbed to even compliment him. Hagrid began to distinctly feel like he would always be an oaf, in the eyes of the headmaster.
"Well, I like the place very much. Wha' is the problem, professor?" Hagrid asked, as he pretended to be curious.
"I take it that you know of the Storm-Lord and the Rune-Priestess. And you too saw the war machines that dropped off your house. The creation of these items is problematic. The Storm-Lord has written me personally, and he has issued his threats…."
"An' wha' did he say he was goin' ter do?" Hagrid asked, with a fabricated tone of disapproval in his voice
"Well, he does not mean innocents any harm. But he has no problem killing anybody who was formerly associated with the Dark Lord. Now his aims even seem noble, until one realises that he plans to cleanse Magical England completely. I am talking about a mass genocide, that would collapse the magical population of Magical England," Albus replied.
"Prefessor, I dont know wha' ter say. Tha' is terrible!" Hagrid replied, as he almost changed his mind.
"Precisely my boy. This house of yours is so fantastic because it was built by them. And their magical innovations are so complex, that I barely understand them. There is no magical dwelling in the entire of England, that is like this house. I would like your permission to examine the house, as we believe that they have hidden dangerous weapons that are designed to kill people," Albus replied gravely. Hagrid turned around and nodded gravely, before Professor Dumbledore patted Hagrid's shoulder, and left. Hagrid was not stupid – rather he had already figured out something that Albus wanted to know. The two people who constantly checked in on him, and who visited to ensure that he had anything he needed, were Hadrian and Jean.
It was at this moment, that Hagrid, made his decision. He trusted Jean and Hadrian. And if they had looked after him, they would do right by everybody else.
Sirius' words began to eat away at Hagrid. Albus had abandoned his own sister for glory? This very much upset the gamekeeper. Hagrid also considered that when Albus was interested in his own agenda, he could be quite bold. Had the Headmaster done anything to accommodate him, after he was wronged by the Ministry of Magic? And yet Jean and Hadrian had done everything to give him dignity. He had even received video clips of Daffodil, after the tiny dragon that had been spirited away. She had two dragon friends, and they flew regularly. Jean had taken care of the dragon, and Hagrid considered that the care of animals was something that evil people, were generally not capable of doing.
Hagrid sent a message to Hermione and asked if he could speak to her. He even asked for Hadrian to come. Hermione explained that they would be able to visit on the 1st of January.
Part II: Dinners everywhere
Generally, it was the public events of the Malfoys that were hot topics of discussion.
The next Malfoy soirée or dinner was always good gossip. Lucius had gotten accustomed to neutrals, attending his events. Mind you, their attendance was not willing – rather it was a reminder that if they failed to act 'within the accordance of their station', there would be consequences. These events were meant to provide a pathway that would coerce the neutrals into supporting him, politically. Lucius had been making success with that goal, until his embarrassment in Diagon Alley.
And from there, everything went downhill, just as Lorna had planned.
Shortly after Ophelia had seen Hermione walking out of Madam Malkin, was when Lucius started to push for a marriage contract with Astoria. Cyrus was quite aware that Lucius had little respect for him. Lucius was hoping to annex some of the Greengrass wealth. Later that week, Cyrus had written Lucius a letter and explained that he would not be attending further events. He made it clear that his daughter Astoria was not a piece to be traded like a pawn, in a game of chess. Astoria was even angry at her father, because she had been denied her dreams of being a 'princess'. Lucius was unpleased, and he spoke to his close friends. Their children would hound Daphne and force the Greengrass family into compliance.
Pansy's comments to Daphne in the boat before the reception ceremony, had always been deliberate.
None of the darker houses, did not consider that Longbottom, Lovegood and Weasley would be the new power block in Hogwarts. The actions of the group immediately kept Draco Malfoy off balance, as he could not contend with Harry and Hermione's training. Neville had become such a thorn for Draco, that Lucius spent a significant amount of time trying to plan around the issue. The first wave of bullies was put down in such a brutal manner, that even the Slytherin students were afraid of the group. When the parents questioned why they were 'unable to apply pressure' on the 'undesirables', the same problem became apparent.
Longbottom and the rest possessed better magical capability and had a range and accuracy that almost was at Auror level. Fully grown adults would not be able to contend with them. Neville became known for being an absolutely brutal tactician. And Ronald was just...brutal.
Meanwhile, Augusta began to swing back with equal enthusiasm in the Wizengamot. And when Lucius had sent men to accost Augusta, she immediately took her wand out and volleyed against the men, with any number of dangerous spells. Harry's shields had done their jobs and even Lucius was surprised by the response. In the darkened alley none of the aggressors had seen anything. Even Narcissa wondered how an older woman could take on five of them at the same time. If the shields had not been present, perhaps the engagement would have gone differently. But Lucius had no power over the Longbottom matriarch. And if Lucius could do nothing, who could threaten her?
Astoria had continued to write Draco, via letters. However, after the Diagon Alley incident, all communication had stopped. Then, the unveiling of Lord Aurelian Black had changed the power structure of the Wizengamot. Lucius Malfoy and many of his henchmen had been out leveraged. House Black was financially powerful, as Sirius swung around his finances like a giant wrecking ball.
After Neville had held a blade on Lucius' neck, the Longbottom fury became something that Lucius Malfoy could not deal with, effectively. Many of the children of the darker houses had even begun to fear Neville – he seemed to be unstoppable with a wand. Intimidation via numbers did not work, either. Some of them argued that Longbottom and Weasley liked when the numbers were stacked against them. Ronald also became a thorn, as his immense physical strength became publicly known. Luna was the quick witted and creative one who always had some type of devious but clever surprise waiting around the corner.
The additional public rumours had also added to Neville's impressive public image. He was the second year student who had written his Defence NEWT and made the highest mark in the history of the exam. He had also been the best Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. And even though Hogwarts had an active teacher, Neville continued to play a heavy role in the teaching of the subject area. His betrothed Luna Lovegood was a charms genius, and Ronald Weasley was a consummate Potioneering progidy.
Even Albus had admitted that Neville was miles better than him, age for age, in selected conversations with Ministry officials.
Neville Longbottom became the next possible Albus Dumbledore.
These combined factors had fragmented the Darker houses. Many of them had to be kept in line by Lucius, as he used the return of the Dark Lord as encouragement. Lucius Malfoy considered Bellatrix's escape to be a good unifying cause – she was known to show up and random houses and threaten people. She would help to amalgamate the darker houses, via a speech that would threaten those who could possibly stray.
Lucius looked on at the gathering at his house, and felt like he was making progress towards his long term goals.
Simultaneously while Death Eaters assembled at Malfoy residence, Neutrals began to flood into the Greengrass Manor.
For those who had arrived, they found themselves shocked. The Greengrasses now exuded absolute power and wealth. And hidden under the visage of what they saw, was the suggested idea that they had very powerful friends. The old modest sized Greengrass Manor had been demolished. The previous building certainly had an old Victorian charm to it, and Cyrus even wanted to keep it. Daphne however as the ringleader flat out explained that she wanted the new Greengrass Manor to stand for centuries into the future. That would require the building to be structurally engineered for that purpose. After Cyrus thought about it, he scratched his chin and asked Daphne to go triple on what was acceptable by Harry's requirements.
Greengrass Manor was closer to Greengrass Fortress. It has been rebuilt in the style of Wesley Manor, with the Greengrasses preferring to biuld upwards with the graphcrete and hardened plastic. Construction drones were quite handy, as the house was continuously built, over the last year. Cyrus would often ask Daphne for certain features, and she would generate solutions and deploy the drones as necessary. Greengrass Manor was a glinting high rise structure that was filled with hidden cannons, forcefields, and several security features. The inside of the building had any number of architectural features that were a seamless fusion of Greek and Roman designs, fused into techno-organic constructs. Rooms were customisable and controlled by complex runic schemas, where the house could maintain itself. In the place of the old Greengrass Manor was a hangar that Daphne had designed, to mirror the Peverell hangar. Here, Cyrus' jet cycle, Astoria's various insane projects and two Thunderbolts‐IIIs were parked. There was also a Bentley Continental 2012 Flying Spur, and a Prado Land Cruiser. Annexed to the hangar, was a massive greenhouse that was administered by drones. In the new greenhouse were several Greengrass crops, and many of Neville's experimental plants that were being trailed.
Hoppity acted more as management as she assisted Ophelia, with the tasks.
Ophelia had even asked for Harry's winning advice on growing a spectacular lawn. That was the day that Daphne Greengrass had to peek through the window and bite her nails, as Harry Potter got personal with a trowel. His body and arms were well practised, and Neville as the cantankerous godbrother had offered to colour some of the roses green.
The warding system had been advanced. The area looked like a giant patch of forests from the outside. And unless it was brought to a person's attention, the one way view from inside the forcefield only possessed a small haze that was hardly noticeable and mostly unhindered. The several Defence towers stood on guard, as they scanned the air for anything that might be hostile.
When Atticus arrived with his father, he found himself in a small building that was an outhouse. However, everyone could see that the place was designed to receive people. Ophelia had many floating trays filled with hors d'oeuvres, and she welcomed everyone. She explained that there was a small tour of the new greenhouses, and then the group would proceed to dinner. His parents were quite impressed, but Atticus smiled. He could see plainly see that Daphne had taken the Weasley designs and had advanced them.
As the rest of the visitors gazed at the dwelling, they found themselves mesmerised by the organic flowing designs, and the almost pure but soft white lighting. Greengrass Manor stood off in the distance, and the various rows of orderly flowers and trees stood against the background of the imposing green tinted building. Everyone was looking on in wonder, as the place was an architectural marvel. The concrete mix had many small flakes of decorative green glass, and the building glinted against the soft white spotlights.
"Lord Greengrass," Lord Mallory replied, as he shook his hand.
"Please, just Cyrus. It is good to see you, Lord Mallory. Atticus, how goes the flying?" Cyrus asked.
"Well...enough?" Atticus replied.
"That is a lie, young man. I am sure Poults is giving you a rather tough time. And he does possess the mouth of a sailor. I am sure he expanded your vocabulary of rude words?" Cyrus joked. Lord Mallory was taken aback by the frank comment before he saw that his son was rather pleased by the comment.
"Thank you for your sympathy, Lord Greengrass. That is…exactly it. If I had to guess Lord Greengrass, Daphne must have said something. I do believe Ronald gets it a bit worse than us?" Atticus replied, as the entire party of fifty people were led to a hovering platform. Cyrus broke into an easy stride and smiled.
"Correct. I would say I empathize with you. Mastery demands sacrifice. I also work with Arthur Weasley, and he has two of them in your corner. Ronald breaks bones on a regular basis. And Charlie is being forced to fly blindfolded sometimes. But then, I think you already know what happens, better than I?" Cyrus replied.
"The young man breaks bones?" Lord Oakwood asked, incredulously.
"Poults is a torture camp. He could almost be charged for war crimes!" Atticus replied, as the face of some of the other Slytherins (who were not invited to Bones manor) became somewhat impressed.
"Well, if the man has his methods by which he would send us to the World Cup, why not? I heard the Ravenclaw captain is your significant other?" Cyrus asked.
"Yes, she is. And I did not expect her to nail Hufflepuff like that. Poults is also responsible for teaching her how to fly fast. She is the only person who got past Ronald, and that alone is a miracle. A Slytherin win before I leave, is all that I want?" Atticus replied.
"Slytherin's quidditch has become clean and respectable because of your efforts. And I can give no higher praise. If you can keep Malfoy and his ilk out of it, that alone is a victory I would be willing to live with that quite happily?" Lord Snyde replied.
As the platform carriage moved along the track, everyone had an opportunity to admire the immaculate garden. The carriage took the entire group through the Greenhouse and the Hydroponic setups, as the onlookers admired the fish production and the plethora of crops. The agricultural drones were on open display, as they levitated crops and packaged them. There were also hydroponic glass tanks with live lobsters and other fish. Ismelda, Merula, Oliver, Roger and Antoc and the rest who had hopped over to Susan's house, were now looking on suspiciously.
"What are these little objects?" Lord Larch asked.
"These are one of Daphne's projects. They are called drones and they maintain most of the manor. They are the cornerstone of our agricultural production. She designed this as a project with the Guild and…."
The explanation that followed, suggested that Daphne was working on any number of secret projects that were coming to the market. And if the attendees saw anything unusual, they could trust that it would eventually show up on their doorsteps. Cyrus even highlighted that Lord Black was a majority financier for these types of eclectic projects, as he loved magical research. Cyrus looked on, as he could see the gears turning in the eyes of the children. He was aware of the meeting at Bones Manor, as Harry had sent him the recording as a joke. The other neutrals were amazed by the architecture, but Atticus and his gang already knew that the Storm-Lord preferred those types of designs. Even his rifles were shaped in the same way. Atticus reasoned that the Storm Lord probably had some artefact, that did the construction of objects in a particular manner.
"Is Daphne around, Lord Greengrass?" Merula asked Cyrus, in between the Greenhouse tour.
"She is not, my dear. She, Astoria, and Tracey wanted to stay at Hogwarts. Somehow, they got embroiled in Ronald Weasley's shenanigans and they are having a barbecue at Hogwarts. Albus Dumbledore could be eating chicken thighs and chips, right now?" Cyrus replied, as he opened his Terminal and showed off some pictures. Even Atticus and the rest began to squint. Daphne had sent a video of her sharing brownies doused in ice cream, chocolate chip cookie pieces and M&Ms
"I think we are in the wrong place right now!" Atticus joked, as Antoc doubled over with laughter.
"Missing your bandmates?" Lord Marchbanks asked his son, behind a privacy ward.
"Yeah, I have eaten their food it is a guilty pleasure. I am staying for Yule next year. I am missing out?" Antoc replied.
"Yes, that can be arranged. Tonight is necessary. I can tell that a lot of things have changed and we need to be here," Antoc's father replied, as the boy nodded.
All of the Hogwarts students who had eaten something from the kitchen, also laughed. The adults also understood the joke - Molly had become synonymous with convenience, in the Wizarding world. The visitors also noted the Weasleys and the Greengrasses were working together. As the platform came to a stop, the entrance to Greengrass Manor was illuminated. The group eventually seated themselves in the spacious hall, after walking some distance. The table had already been laid, and many people were quite anxious to hear what would be discussed. Atticus took out a small notepad, and wrote:
"At the Greeengrasses for a dinner. Might get some more information, on the T.S.L and T.R.P. Will keep you posted."
"Got messages from the Defence club. Everything checks out. We left when they decided to cook, what bad timing." Cedric replied, as the enchanted notepad mirrored the writing.
"I guess so," Atticus replied.
The dinner itself was similar to Harry's usual affair. However, the Greengrass family had their family traditions when it came to hosting dinners. Menus were passed around, and people chose what they wanted. There were some of the piecemeal traditional Christmas choices from the parents, but also dotted in were many dishes from elsewhere. Once again, the Hogwarts students were not shy about eating different things. Many of the teenage attendees already had traditional British items on the menu, within their own houses. Therefore the new, strange and the unusual became popular, quite quickly. Atticus had deft hands when it came to eating with his fingers, as he got stuck into the Indian food. He even joked he had gotten enough practice with Percy and Charlie during the holidays. Ismelda and Merula were fluent with chopsticks. No matter how odd the requests were, there was something to fascinate the attendants. Roger's parents were surprised when he took fish and chips, as that was not really 'appropriate' for the setting, but Cyrus waved it off.
"This dinner is not formal. Let them have what they want. If my daughter was here, everyone would be forced to eat her latest brownie recipe. However, I don't think anyone would complain," Cyrus explained.
That had drawn an incredulous expression from the more reserved neutrals. However, Cyrus was quite calculating about how he represented himself. He wanted the rumours to eventually arrive at Malfoy Manor. He wanted his adversary Lucius to know that he could afford to indulge people as he pleased, while being relaxed about it. And those feelings were exactly what the attendees took away quite immediately. Hoppity had borrowed at least ten other elves, and between the kitchen experience and the plethora of appliances, they managed with little to no fuss.
Antoc and Atticus traded glances, as Cyrus discussed the issues – They were aware that the Storm Lord was very involved, behind the scenes. However, they were curious to know how their parents would react. They guessed that the return of the Dark Lord was going to be dropped on them, soon enough. Marcella was looking around, and she began to suspect that Atticus and the rest knew more than they let on. She could see that they almost were expecting something, and their parents were not in the loop.
Against the backdrop of the conversation was the almost futuristic dwelling of the Greengrass family. Tables did not have any legs and floated freely. The furniture was comfortable and even looked like it had been grown on a tree. Cyrus and Ophelia were wearing casual but elegant clothes. Even the other men had noticed that Cyrus had massively increased his frame. Ophelia's many curiosities littered the home, and they included Luna's paintings of Daphne and Tracey duelling each other. Her various souvenirs were on proud display. Some of the other pictures included Daphne training with Neville and his known associates. However, this was old news – Ismelda and Merula had explained to most that Neville and Daphne were great friends, and it was "Longbottom, Lovegood and Weasley" who had taught Daphne and Tracey to "throw down".
For the other Neutrals who were not aware of the friendships, this was a revelation. It hinted that tonight was going to be politically important.
The conversation lingered on the next set of bills that Lucius had recently presented. He was interested in authorising the Ministry of Magic to seize the wealth of any family that was suspected of sedition against the state. Lord Aurelian Black had asked about his grandson's wealth being sized falsely if the rule had been passed, and once again the darker houses were muzzled appropriately. He even asked if Lucius could at least try to generate income in a far more sustainable way, instead of authoritarian laws. Finally, he accused Lucius of being "commie filth" and that had flown over everybody's heads. However, a select few of the better read Wizards laughed that day. The conversation about Lord Black, and his political capability was full of respect for his competence. Some even wondered if his own experiences as a squib, had factored into a change of heart. Lord Larch had to explain that the Blacks were not dark until the whole Grindelwald and Dark Lord fiasco had occurred.
"Had you told any of us that House Black would go down a neutral path, I would not have believed you. But here we are. I must say, they are doing much to clean up their image," Lord Oakwood stated.
"We always wondered how you knew of Lord Black's return. Many of us were not in a place to resist the demands of the darker bloc. Until Black unveiled himself, many of us were consigned to comply with whatever Lucius asked of us?" Lord Mirfield asked.
Cyrus paused, as he put his hands together.
"Ah. You see gentlemen, I am in a bit of a bind. A life debt was owned for Astoria's life. And I promised Lord Black an oath. I could otherwise confirm a lot of things that you want to ask, but I will not be able to, this evening. I was only allowed some particular pieces of information," Cyrus replied.
"That is understandable. It was the welfare of your daughter. I would do anything for mine. What was wrong with Astoria, that such a drastic outcome was necessary?" Lord Snyde asked, curiously.
"Have you ever heard the tale of the Greengrass blood curse?" Cyrus asked.
"I have. It supposedly claims a Greengrass girl ever so often? The rumour is that every three, four or seven generations a daughter or mother dies? And nobody has been able to figure out why?" Lord Snyde replied.
"Correct. Well, Astoria was affected by the issue approximately during the first week of Daphne's first term in Hogwarts. And usually, that would have meant eventual death for her. The condition was so bad at the time, that I don't think she would have survived six months. And yet Astoria is alive and well. So, what happened?
I got in contact with Life Worker Priya Singh. She was able to completely remove the issue, and that was how I ended up with a life debt, owed to Lord Black." Cyrus replied, as the jaws of the people who were assembled at the table, dropped.
"She cured a blood curse? How?" Lord Oakwood asked, as the entire table became silent. Most of them were not aware that Priya had won three Order of Merlin awards, consecutively.
"This wanders into the esoteric. Essentially…..there is an in-between place, before the veil. This in-between place is home to many magical creatures. These creatures are like spirits, but they can interact with the real world. So somewhat like ghosts, I suppose. Some of these creatures are pretty mild, but others will attach to you, and drain your life force. A blood curse can be placed on any individual, if you were to access this dimension, and make a deal with the creature. Some people have that gift. A lure is planted on a person by their enemy, using the victim's blood or hair. It attracts the creature, and it feeds.
Lord Black had assisted with getting a person who possessed such a gift. That type of magic is wandless, and they are guarded family secrets. After the person drew the creature off, Priya removed the lure. Mind you, the lure is also something that can be inherited, which is why it can haunt many successive generations. And that is only one of the many miracles she performed that day while being under immense pressure. Life Worker Priya Singh had the lure removed from Daphne too. All of this probably represents new magical lore that was discovered, and it offers hope to deal with the issue, for other people. We cannot ever repay the woman for what she has done – that is the end of the Greengrass blood curse, for good."
"She is fantastic, isn't she! My son has a very bad crush on her!" Lord Mallory exclaimed, as Atticus blushed a little. A lot of the other boys suddenly had extremely guilty faces, and the other girls at the table found themselves fascinated.
"Many young men are no different, so don't embarrass Atticus too badly for that. Priya has become a family friend. Ophie and I are big fans of her dance performances. You would not believe the talent that woman has in her, in the performing arts. Classically trained Bharatanatyam dancer – it is one of the most ancient dance forms from India. Anyway, that was how the relationship with Lord Black got started. Soon after, he made an appearance in the Wizengamot," Cyrus replied.
"When he arrived, never have I heard such foul language being used. What do you think had him that frustrated? Not even Fudge was spared that day?" Lord Larch asked.
"Well from what he explained to me…..Sirius Black was in line to inherit the Lordship, and Lord Aurelian Black was even hoping that Harry Potter might carry the lineage forward. So, I think he took his own measures to get Sirius Black out of Azkaban. When Lord Black heard how Harry Potter had died….well….to say he was pissed was an understatement," Cyrus replied.
"Many people who looked to his family, were quite sad when we heard that he had passed. Even my Marcella wanted his autograph. I still have the article and it is clear that he did not know his heritage. But he excelled at the muggle school. He and Longbottom? That would have been a sight to see!" Lord Wittelsbach replied.
Antoc squinted his eyes, and also began to wonder about the quiet one he has seen often. And suddenly there was a 'a-ha' moment. Those green eyes were a dead giveaway. Antoc continued to eat and stare at his plate. Suddenly everything made sense, but he decided not to say a word about anything. So it was...him...who he had seen that evening. Godbrother and all that, too.
"I always wondered about his friend, at the muggle school. That girl gave him companionship before he left us. Harry Potter never had a chance to experience his magic. It would have been nice if the girl was magical too. I would have liked to have both of them in our society. I am sure the girl would have been far more useful than most of the Death Eater spawn?" Lord Mistle suggested.
"Aye to that. Jugson Junior does not impress me, after his father tried to push for a contract. Stebbins Junior needs to keep his hands to himself?" Lord Wittelsbach replied, as he patted Marcella's back gently. The girl nodded, as she was reminded that Lord Black had stopped that nonsense immediately. The other girls were aware that Daphne had put Stebbins in his place, and that had been welcome.
"About Sirius Black - we did manage to see the leaked memories of the Azkaban breakout. We suspected that the Storm-Lord is Lord Black's new friend?" Lord Marchbanks suggested.
Antoc smiled. the suspiciously named Hadrian, the quiet but imposing guy in the corner, was the topic of discussion after all. The man who had modified his bass rig, was the Storm-Lord. And he was Harry Potter. Marcella picked up on the small smirk from Antoc, as Cyrus continued with his explanation.
"Lord Black has not directly told me anything, on this particular issue. However, I would like to believe so. I was able to ascertain that Lord Black does possess weapons and armour made by the Master Artificer. I do know that Lord Black usually carries a magical pistol." Cyrus replied.
Ophelia noticed that Atticus and some of the other Slytherin Hogwarts students had crossed eyes. She honestly wanted to laugh – Harry had explained that the "Hufflepuff Rebel Forces," and the "Sneaky Sneks" had plonked at some targets yesterday, with Amelia's gear. And they understood some of the finer features – Justin and the rest had helped greatly. The teenagers knew more than their parents.
"We too, believed that Lord Black asked the Storm-Lord to break Sirius Black out of prison, because he was tired of Ministry incompetence. I have been reviewing the leaked memories and I was able to ascertain some features of the Storm-Lord's weapons. I would like to give a presentation on how these weapons work," Lord Cygnet replied.
"That would be welcome?" Lord Larch asked.
"Indeed. My wife as a mundane born, would have better explained the concepts, but she is busy with some family business. She always liked mundane comic books, and it didn't take long for her to figure out that the Storm-Lord is the magical Iron Man. I saw the movie recently, and I have concluded that my wife is right – magicals don't really know how to fight?" Lord Cygnet replied, as all the other individuals winced.
"Lord Black said the same thing. My daughter saw that movie, and she has a Terminal friendly copy. I can send it to the rest of you for research purposes?" Cyrus replied, as many of the parents became interested.
The conversation continued – Lord Cygnet was able to ascertain that the Storm Lord used some type of 'directed energy weapon' and that his armour probably did 'force amplification'. It contained a 'tactical display' and 'flight control systems' along with 'energy shields.' The idea that armour could amplify strength and provide information was a shocking revelation, but Atticus and his group had a look of recognition that Marcella recognised. The immense weapon range was discussed, and Lord Cygnet had even gathered a fair amount of research about the different types of guns. Soon enough, everyone was informed about assault rifles, pistols, shotguns, and sniper rifles. Most of the Neutral Lords became uncomfortable, as Cyrus then explained himself further.
"I say we purchase the weapons. The Goblins will find anything for a profit. Or we could ask Lord Black, he might have his fingers in that type of business?" Lord Snyde suggested.
Cyrus had a thoughtful look on his face – he had not considered that the Neutrals would thread into that territory. However, sometimes serendipity could occur. Cyrus realised that the families that were gathered merely wanted to protect themselves. If they were being pushed against a wall, they would use whatever they could. Ophelia's face saddened – so this is what had started Harry on his journey. She understood.
"Well, I can say that many of the things you suspect serve exactly the purpose that you have suggested. However, I can't skirt around the oath any more than that. As to why this individual, the Storm Lord did all of this – it just isn't the revenge he wants. I know one other thing that I can share, and this is why we are having this dinner," Cyrus replied.
"We are aware of the magnificent proclamation the young man made that Yuletide season, many years ago. There is something more to the Diagon Alley embarrassment?" Lord Snyde asked.
"Yes. And this is the real reason why this dinner was hosted. I have it confirmed that Lord Voldemort, or more correctly Tom Marvolo Riddle, former Hogwarts Headboy is coming back. And no, that implies that he is not dead. He lives on as a half-disembodied wraith. I believe that the Artificer had an encounter with the wraith, in a previous engagement. I saw that memory and it was alarming," Cyrus replied as the entire room went silent.
"Wait, you found out who he is? He-who-must-not-be…..named?" Lord Oakwood asked.
"Lord Black did. He was born to a womb like anybody else. He has a history, and his father was mundane. So, the champion of the fundamentalist purebloods, is a half-blood himself. He lived at Wool's Orphanage in London, in the early part of his life. Slytherin Headboy for 1943. I even know that Albus Dumbledore's shortcomings, created him. But he isn't invincible, and he can be damaged even after he flirted with dark magic." Cyrus replied, as the entire room continued to stay mostly silent.
"Well….just hearing that was worth the trip. But how is he coming back?" Lord Oakwood replied.
"Necromancy. There is a way to make a sacrifice so that when you die, something is left. And that sacrifice includes the tribute of someone else's life. You do not move on to the Veil. And from what is left, you can regain your physical form. But if you think anything remotely human is left after something like that? When Lord Black provided the details, I honestly did not sleep too well for a couple of days. I even suspect that some of you might know exactly what he did, but I would ask that you say nothing for now. But there are plans to deal with this particular issue," Cyrus replied.
Some of the older heads in the room understood. He had created Horcruxes. The practice was well known, but the enchantments to do such a thing had been lost to time. Tom Riddle's genius had been to bypass the original incantation and use English with the correct intent. Even his mastery of the Dark Arts depended on using 'Muggle English', and that alone was a great contradiction in itself.
"I know what he did. So, he found out how to do it. Good grief it makes sense. For the rest of you, I am not discussing that tonight. You need to have a strong stomach for that. It is as dark as Lord Greengrass claims. I could see why the Darker Houses would even romanticize him for that. But that type of existence is at the bottom of sub-human," Lord Cygnet replied.
"Well, it seems Lord Black is putting things in place to deal with the he-who….ah to Hecate with it, this Tom Riddle fellow. He doesn't seem to be a boogieman now that we know his name. But should the war arrive on our doorstep, what will we do? If he comes back he will rouse his followers, once more?" Lord Larch asked.
"We fight, and we will be provided weapons and facilities. And I don't have to spell out that Lord Black already possesses formidable resources. And that is the other discussion tonight. Many of us wanted to fight in the last war, and we could not. It would cost us too much, so we stood by, and we let the evil continue. And I call myself guilty for that. My wife was right about that, and I acknowledge that openly in front of all of you. House Greengrass has been famously neutral, and we aren't doing that this time. The Neutral block is a side effect of being entrenched in a system where we cannot project the necessary force. I have set myself to the task of convincing you to fight with everything, this Yuletide." Cyrus replied.
There was a small five second pause. But interestingly there were nods from the table.
"I say give the bastards hell. Off, with their heads!" Lord Oakwood replied.
"I can't make any promises. I would want to know what are these resources. And what if our house doesn't wish to fight in the upcoming war?" Lord Hornbeam asked.
"We will not move against you – Cyrus and I could even provide a foreign place to stay, and untraceable transportation. Passage out of the mess, that is coming. And no favour will be owed for that. I merely want people to be safe. But personally? I think some of those morons need to be punched in the face. And I plan to let them have the end of my arm, before I take the wand out." Reginald replied.
"I say we fight. I have been looking carefully at Lucius and the rest. Oh, they are coming for us this time. And my daughters will not be made into common chattel for Death Eater men," Lord Larch replied.
"We have time. We can plan and prepare. And if we are interested in doing this, we will need to consolidate our finances, and put measures in place. The Ministry will eventually turn on us. Otherwise, why does Lucius use the Wizengamot to draft such authoritarian laws? He is ensuring that his contributions are noted, when his master returns," Cyrus added.
"How do we consolidate our finances?" Lord Oakwood asked.
"We can manage several portfolios for Lord Black. Our portfolios were once somebody else's responsibility. They were passed to the Greengrass, Davis and Weasleys when they became secondary concerns. And in some cases, the money we earned, allowed us to develop our own ideas. Now I am at the point where many of the portfolios we run are too much. But among this entire table here? We have enough for everyone to get something," Reginald replied.
"And these businesses include?" Lord Larch asked.
"Pretty much everything in Diagon Alley. Lord Black has the majority investment in the Artificing Guild. They only craft, and usually look for partners to handle the business. So, they chose him. And I would even say that he managed to multiply the Black wealth hundreds of times, with global business. And…."
The Slytherins who already knew that there was no Guild, had already figured out the big secret. Atticus considered that if all of these products were being given to the neutral families, it was more likely that the Storm-Lord and the Rune-Priestess had new business streams that were so lucrative, that it did not matter anymore. More fascinating, many of the portfolios were for items that could construct houses, and for unique food products and plants. Others were for Lord Black's Quidditch portfolio, which included his majority ownership of every broom, broadcast service, and equipment company. Some rather interesting names, showed up as the group examined the offers.
"According to this, the Longbottoms and the Weasleys have massive portfolios in the Quidditch segment of the market? And Molly owns the kitchen appliances? These portfolios are worth….millions of galleons?" Lord Hearth asked.
"Correct. Neville and Ronald had pitched the idea to Lord Black, and he laughed and said that he was going to finance it. Lord Black also gave the Quibbler a facelift. Luna also owns the majority of the new Acromantula cloth that the whole of Diagon Alley is now using. Tracey and Parvati Patil are the authors of the latest Pureblood Chronicles, actually and…."
"Are you kidding me? Are you serious! Tracey and Parvati?" Phoebe asked, before all of the women were up arms about the revelation.
Reginald had to laugh as Tracey and Parvati became instant celebrities. Amy smiled – she had been quiet as she was merely observing the situation and was happy for her daughter's success. Even the adult women were in a rambunctious mood. After the hullabaloo quieted down, additional portfolios were discussed. Cyrus explained that Augusta was having a dinner and she was extending help to several of the smaller light sided houses. Most of them were people who she directly worked with via the Weasley-Singh kitchen. The neutrals began to appreciate that Augusta had been informed, and she was preparing her political block for the arrival of Tom Riddle.
"There are also some agricultural crops and other food items included here too. Lord Black is open to working with light sided houses directly, as long as Albus is not involved." Cyrus explained.
"That could cut Albus off from his power. Money talks. These portfolios are everything a person needs to run their own Hogsmeade. Lord Black planning to build his own?" Lord Marchbanks asked, amusedly.
Reginald had a little grin on his face before the others soon realised that Lord Black was aiming for the outlandish.
"I am glad you detected that possibility. Actually, the strip of land that is needed for that project has already been purchased. And….."
Reginald presented Lord Black's plan and the coming of the World Cup and finally the Triwizard Tournament. Eyes bulged, when Lord Black was casually capable of spending one hundred million galleons, through his international businesses. Atticus began to see how Neville's mock-ups in the Defence Club applied beautifully to the proposed buildings. Better yet, this development would improve people's lives and would give many people an opportunity.
"I am going to be captain obvious here. With this amount of development, that means that every single monopoly that the darker houses own, will mean diddly-squat! We won't have enough warm bodies to…..ah crap people will actually want to have more children? And we might have to take foreign immigrants? We will have a labour shortage!" Roger replied.
"Precisely Roger! These are all things that will help bolster our failing population. This is our future we are discussing here. We all know that the in-breeding issue is a discussion that we shy away from, and yet we didn't consider that the last war decimated us.
Most of the research that Priya has done, proves without a doubt that ideas about being 'pure of blood' are absolute hogwash. And have Lucius and his collaborators introduced muggleborns or mundane born magicals as I now say, to our practices? Is there a class at Hogwarts that teaches those who come into our world about our traditions? Oh right, Abraxas Malfoy removed the class. We can keep our traditions safe, by having people practice them. I have no fear of cultural changes. I think we can keep our culture and modernise appropriately. Respect and acceptance are how we will continue our heritage." Cyrus replied.
There was a nod of approval.
"I cannot speak for others. But Cillian and I would be willing to support you and Lord Black towards these goals. Because if those Death Eater morons get a chance, they will destroy everything." Lord Oakwood replied.
"I do hope the Storm Lord and the Rune Priestess exterminate Lucius and his lot. I keep telling people, they aren't done yet. They will be back. And if they have Lord Black as an associate, they are very much involved in these plans. I want to believe so. I even suspect that these might be their old portfolios?" Lord Mallory replied.
"I considered that. We too suspect that our house was built with their artefacts. A French firm did the work for us. So, I think we are involved, and we ought to investigate carefully, in any case." Cyrus replied.
"Let them scour the Ministry while they are at it. If they kill the morons things might actually work around here. Everything, you need to pay a bribe. Can't anything in the Ministry just work anymore?" Lord Snyde asked.
Cyrus and Ophelia smiled. Yuletide was the gift, that kept giving.
Most of the Hogwarts students were just goofing around, until invites began to arrive on the Terminals. The incredulous audacity of Neville Longbottom and the rest became known, as Albus read the message that had been sent to everybody. Minerva and Pomona as they read the message, laughed. Minerva was honestly curious, about the suggested activity:
Good night, inhabitants of Hogwarts!
Our dear Ronald had a problem. Like any Hufflepuff he had the munchies this morning. He decided that he wanted to eat Barbecue chicken. Then, some type of convoluted conversation occurred, and we decided that Hogwarts could host its first ever Christmas Barbecue, ever.
And then somehow, we tacked on other things to the menu.
We will be running our own little thing in the abandoned Ravenclaw wing. Tonight, we have pitmaster Ronald and assistant Tracey, on the grill. Luna and I will be frying the carbohydrate rockets (chips/fries) and other things like that. Padma and Parvati will be handing the pizza oven. Finally, Daphne will be our very esteemed baker and coffee brewer, this evening.
Ginny and Astoria will be guarding the cooler with the fizzy drinks, and the Headboy and Headgirl are going to run the salad and juice bar. Mad Rock and Roll tunes will be provided by Auror Tonks, and a spectacular fireworks show will be on display courtesy of Forge and Gred, the part-time Hogwarts Menace crew. We have an interesting program lined up for you castle dwellers.
Please confirm your attendance and tell us what you are interested in eating. Vegetarian/Vegan options are also available, select them from the provided options.
Regards,
Neville and the rest of the troublemakers.
Twenty minutes later, the entire castle had replied. The half-bloods and the muggleborns knew what to expect. In most cases, the purebloods were roped into the affair. Although pureblood knowledge of mundane culinary options had increased, there were still some who did not purchase Fred and George's food and contraband. Many individuals were coming along, merely for the novelty of the situation. It helped that some of them wanted to find out more, and the usual judgemental types were at Malfoy Manor in any case. There were one hundred and seventy five people at Hogwarts, which included all the staff. Neville immediately arrangements with the Hogwarts elves, as nobody planned to show up for the Hogwarts dinner.
However, the elves were not angry. If anything, they were excited.
Neville and the rest were quite familiar with the Hogwarts kitchen, and even had their own magical refrigerator and freezer. Ronald had donated an entire fleet of equipment and appliances at the beginning of year two. Naturally, he used some of the items for himself. Ronald was not shy about his dietary requirements, and Albus had given his permission.
"If these things will help you, Luna and Neville on your journey to excellence, then I have no complaints. I also think it is wonderful that you look after the welfare of our elves by making things easier for them?" Albus commented, one evening.
"All creatures whether sentient or not, deserve dignity in the way they are treated. Besides Headmaster you know how my family does things – we are big on cooking. And I will shamelessly add that if you ever want anything special, let me know?" Ronald replied.
"Ah. I will do that, indeed!" Albus replied.
Personally, Albus was not too interested in eating anything new. But he did not mind asking Molly to expand his chocolate and confectionary collection. Even Fred and George's more unusual selection of foreign chocolates had arrived in Albus' office.
After the initial contribution of equipment in year two, Ronald would often bring updated appliances and items into the Hogwarts kitchen, every couple of weeks. Better yet, Ronald had instructed the elves on how to prepare some of his favourite recipes, and he would often guide the creatures with positive feedback. He also explained what the little things to look for, to ensure that a dish was replicated with authentic methods. And if the elves didn't get it right, Ronald would laugh it off and merely suggest that next time they could improve. He would eat the failed dishes in any case. It had been difficult for the elves to see a wizard doing the cooking, until they realised that he was even more talented than them.
Soon enough, the Hogwarts elves had gotten accustomed to receiving large amounts of wandless magical energy, through casual touches. Following Harry's example, the Hogwarts elves were treated with respect and sovereignty. That also went a long way towards Neville and the rest being able to walk into the Hogwarts kitchen and get their favourite meals made, exclusively.
Ronald had even gotten the elves to coordinate with his mother, to source Hogwarts supplies cheaply. Albus had even noted that Molly's expertise and her kitchen storage had saved Hogwarts a fair deal of money. The Hogwarts elves would often floo to the Weasley-Singh kitchen and buy items from the massive amount of storage that they possessed. That also provided an opportunity for occasional luxury items to come from the kitchen, too. The teachers too were quite pleased – Horace and Fillius enjoyed daily Expresso directly from a highly modified Keurig machine. Exotic seafood and meat could be arranged, as long as the elves knew what someone wanted. Most of the elves hilariously knew Ved quite well. Albus often encouraged these relationships – He was of the opinion that the Singh family were just going about their business, and they knew absolutely nothing about the political games that were being played. These small interactions were deliberately fed into Albus' worldview, as he was continuously kept in the dark.
Daphne and Tracey were also quite beloved by the elves. Daphne would perfect her recipes in the apartment's kitchen and would then spend random evenings baking with the elves. Initially, many of them had questioned why she would do such a thing. The answer from the girl that evening, had surprised the elves.
"Cooking wandlessly with magic is one of the best ways you could allow me to advance my skill. And I thank you very much for that. That too is why Neville and the rest are talented. And then I honestly need to bake, because I often need a mental break," Daphne replied. The elves were silent before they felt the gratitude from the girl, and they became happy.
"There. I know you can feel my magic. Why don't you help me, and I can show you my recipes and the little tricks I learnt? Besides Tracey is only good at eating protein powder from the can. I have to look after her too?" Daphne laughed.
"OI! I will get you for that! and I am going to…." Tracey had yelled, as Daphne snickered in the Hogwarts kitchen.
All of these dotted events over the last year, had set the stage for the grand event. By the time Neville had definite confirmation, the Hogwarts elves were already in action. Albus even considered Neville's likeability with the elves to be a good indication of his character.
As the sun disappeared, the staff approached the area. Neville had timed the event where people would get a somewhat early dinner, no different to if they were home.
"Albus, won't the elves have problems with this sudden…event?" Professor Babbling asked.
"You have no idea how much the elves love Neville and his friends, my dear. They probably are enjoying this very much. They willingly Hogwarts in-house dinner?" Albus replied.
"I wasn't aware that Ms. Greengrass liked to bake?" Minerva asked, as she smiled. Daphne was quite good at Transfiguration, and only Neville was better than her. Minerva had no idea that Daphne had taken continuous lessons from Harry, as it was one of her weaker areas. According to Minerva, Daphne was her favourite female student regardless of being a snake.
"Our little star group of students each has their talents. And much of it is in humble work. I think we will see a lot of wandless magic this evening! Luna can juggle quite well, that is one of my favourite things!" Fillius replied excitedly.
As the staff arrived, they were greeted by several barbecue pits, and various stations where the food was being prepared. The cooking area was cordoned off from the other students who were amusing themselves. You could almost miss it, until you took a closer look – the group were using wandless magic to perform kitchen tasks. Dobby and the other elves that had received treatment were wearing their illusionary emitters and Albus was once again deceived. Dobby and Ronald were like peas in a pod, and it made Albus think that the fiasco in the office with Lucius was well deserved. The creature was quite pleased with himself.
Even Nimby the Hogwarts legend herself deferred to Ronald and Neville regularly. And Nimby did not give respect, easily.
Also, there was perfect coordination between everyone in the group. Even Albus could not suspect that a brand new form of occlumency was being used to facilitate mental communication. Fillius however, suspected that Harry had taught them this skill. The facial expressions were no different than if they were talking. Fillius never missed such finer details.
"Well…I want to suggest that they have cooked together, before. They do seem quite…..practiced?" Fillius suggested.
Minerva looked over to Neville, who was quite at ease with manipulating large bags of chips and other things without his wand. He and Luna looked so familiar with each other, that it caused Minerva to smile. Ronald was in his element, as he tracked every single item on the gill. Soon enough, the teachers joined the line, and their Styrofoam boxes were piled high with food. Daphne was the dessert queen, as she handled brownies, ice cream, and other items for people with a sweet tooth. The pizza was also quite popular with some of the muggleborns.
"Professor Dumbledore?" a Ravenclaw asked.
"Yes, Mr. Colten?" Albus replied.
"Would you consider putting pizza on the Hogwarts menu? I kind of miss this as a muggleborn. Hogwarts food is great, but sometimes we miss the simple things from home," the boy replied. Albus looked upon the gathering and felt that the inclusion of the 'muggle fast food' might work as a tool to break down barriers. He then looked at the boy and smiled.
"I think we can add some things to the menu, if it will help those who are homesick. And if it will help us to come together to share in experiencing something new? I might have to ask the Patil sisters for their recipe?" Albus smiled.
"It is Ronald's recipe, Headmaster!" Padma yelled.
"Ah. Not to fear young man. I will consult Neville and the rest who are our ringleaders this evening, and we can certainly add it to the menu!" Albus replied, before a large amount of clapping came from the other assembled students.
Apparently, the rest had volunteered the boy to ask Albus for the accommodation.
Perhaps the most heartening thing was when Filch who was known to dislike students, had arrived. He was clearly here to discipline everyone but Ronald handled the situation beautifully. Ronald had gently put his hand behind the caretaker's back and explained that he was welcome to have whatever he wanted. Ronald even imitated Harry's gentle squeeze of the shoulders, which Percy had received so many years ago. On Ronald's face was a gentle smile and twinkling eyes – Ronald was sure to let Filch know that he was important, and he was appreciated. Filch who was known for being a sour man, had almost teared up.
"Why?" Filch asked softly.
"Everyone deserves their dignity. Besides, I know my brothers terrorise you. So at least one of us has to treat you decently. Honestly, my dear mother often has second thoughts about those two over there?" Ronald joked.
"Oi!" Fred yelled.
"Think you are too good for us now?" George yelled, with a grin on his face.
Filch looked at the boys with an expression that signalled that the war would resume tomorrow. Filch knew that they sold the contraband, and it was his great mission to catch them red-handed. Of course, the old man was not aware that the twins possessed cloaks and teleporters.
Some of the students chose to stay, while others took their food and left. The members of the Defence Club who were present, stayed as they socialised. Some of the neutral purebloods could be seen mingling around with students from the other houses. In the background, were alternative rock songs from the early 2000's era, combined with some of the heavier power ballad tracks. Then the 80's music arrived, and Neville and Ronald sang loudly just to pretend to be cool. However, they were testing the waters. It seemed that most of the school populace was rather interested, in the music.
Neville and the rest even prepared extra boxes, and sneaked off meals for the centaurs. They too were invited to look at the fireworks. Magorian was quite happy to see Neville, as only two weeks ago he had run the obstacle course with his team.
"How goes training for the rematch?" Neville asked.
"Well, enough. But I noticed Hermione's speed, recently. She underwent a very powerful ritual. Very old magic. She will be a challenge?" Magorian suggested.
"I don't think you might be able to pass her. She had to undergo a perilous type of pain to get that magic out of her. But what we can do is ask Harry to handicap her armour. Or maybe you can get a muscle weave to meet her on even ground. Maybe it's the companionship that is important?" Neville suggested.
"You have your own kind of wisdom, young Lord Longbottom. Be well, and an auspicious Yuletide as we renew the old oaths. Tell your god brother too that I give my regards," Magorian replied, as he shook Neville's arm at the elbow. Then his guard clinked away, in full battle armour. Neville loved what he saw – the centaurs looked imperious and frightening in the complete nano-laminate plate armour with pikes, axes, and rifles.
Albus and the rest of staff members left the 'cookout' at different times. If anything, there was a lot of blushing and talking between the boys and the girls of Gryffindor and Slytherin. Those students who did not stay within the Ravenclaw wing, found other places to sit and relax. Usually by 9:30 p.m., students were expected to be in their dormitories, but Albus had rescinded the normal bedtime. It was now almost eleven.
"Was extending the bedtime wise, Albus?" Minerva asked.
"Yes. We must try our best to build unity in Hogwarts. If these types of unusual events will assist in breaking down barriers, they will have to be facilitated. Could you have ever dreamed that simple policy changes would have made Gryffindor and Slytherin civil with each other?" Albus asked.
"I did not. I am open to the lessening of the hostilities between the houses. I suppose I was concerned about the late night…..loitering?" Minerva replied, as she smiled. She meant that students would try to get personal with each other in broom cupboards, but Albus didn't seem concerned.
"Percy and Penny will go down as the greatest Headboy and Headgirl in history. The discipline of the students was admirable. Coincidently, Percy did discuss that he and Ms. Clearwater were working on a linguistic project – they have developed a system for adding safe modifiers to known spells. They are not quite finished, but I will have to assemble the staff for that presentation," Albus replied, as he smiled.
"He is quite talented with languages. Albus, what is that?" Minerva asked, curiously.
There were loud noises that came from the Quidditch pitch, and Albus opened his windows in his office. Now, the entire of the Hogwarts air was filled with large displays of fireworks, as Fred and George made it their business to 'test' all of their prototype products. While they were pyrotechnic geniuses, having access to Harry, Hermione and Daphne was not unwelcome. The fireworks were bright enough to illuminate the entire of Hogsmeade, and Albus saw as the village opened their windows to admire the view through his telescope. The fireworks illuminated all of the darker parts of the castle, and it included the names of everyone who was staying at the castle.
"I suppose the Weasley twins needed to have their last say, with a prank?" Albus asked amusedly.
"Yes, Albus. But those are the best fireworks I have ever seen. I will give them a pass for tonight. Twenty points to Gryffindor, for an excellent application of magic. I have no idea why they don't pay attention in my class. They could be brilliant!" Minerva replied, resignedly.
Meanwhile, there was a small meetup in the room that held the Book of Admittance. Harry, Hermione, Gabrielle, Týr and Víðarr had arrived. The room was rather cramped, as everyone found a spot and observed the fireworks. Hermione slinked her arm around Ronald's neck, and everyone became alert. Suddenly it seemed like the pair had hope to become something romantic. Daphne sat on Harry's lap quite boldly, and he even seemed to like attention. Neville and the rest smirked, as they egged the both of them on silently. Astoria and Ginny were already a pair, but nobody cared. Tracey was having fun, but everyone could tell she missed Hannah.
"Hey this is all fun, but I am heading off to a quiet spot to talk to someone?" Tracey explained.
"Good luck with the badger!" Harry replied cheerfully, as Tracey winked back, mischievously.
Neville was curious about the Veil animals, and he asked Luna the obvious.
"Are your friends out for a stroll today?" Neville asked.
"Sure, the critters love the fireworks too. Take a peek?" Luna replied, as Neville joined her mind and looked through her eyes. Hermione then asked for permission to join the link, as she conjured miniature illusions to overlap with the positions of the veil animals.
"That is wild. It is a zoo out there!" Neville replied, as their favourite veil wale did somersaults through the firework hoops in the sky.
"Hey, we got magical Free Willy at Hogwarts! And it is better for once!" Luna replied, as everyone laughed.
Týr and Víðarr had been given a small tour of the castle earlier, and even they admitted that the place was charming. Daffodil, Fáfnir and Hilmir were also present, as they curled up on the various Hogwarts towers, under their invisibility cloaks. They also used their Grav harnesses to reduce their weight to stay stable, but not necessarily to sink into the tower structures, and break them. For them, this was their first trip to Hogwarts, and they agreed that they would fly through the area and memorise the place. Fleur was present, as she and Bill had their spot on the North Tower. Recordings of themselves, were made against the light show. They both reasoned that the night would make for fine memories, in the future.
On one of the benches, Theodore was talking to his special 'friend' as he sent videos of the Hogwarts fireworks. The girl in return sent videos of the festivities at her school, which were colourful and full of dancing and loud laughter. Her two friends even forcefully inserted themselves into the call, as they wanted to know about the mystery English boy that their friend liked. Theodore had bought a copy of the latest Pureblood Chronicles for his love interest only a couple of days ago, and the girl on the other end could not stop gushing about the title. She even commented that the story resembled their love story, and it made her feel that they would succeed. Parvati smirked from her terminal as she shamelessly spied. Padma continued to have a conversation with some unknown person. Parvati peeked across, and saw the name and raised her eyes with clear approval.
"Well, maa will be proud of that one!" Parvati teased.
"We are just friends, and he is giving me some historical material to read. It is you who are supposed to have the boyfriend. Stop spying on Theo, and get a better hobby?" Padma replied.
"I spy on Theo because I am so lonesome. Even my brainy sister is getting it on. Maybe after I find someone, I will stop?" Parvati giggled.
"Still an airhead. What am I going to do with you twin?" Padma asked, before she hugged her sister.
"Pray to Lord Vithal for me?" Parvati replied in Marathi, with a grin.
Padma shook her head in mock disappointment. Parvati was brilliant and focused now and did not gossip at all. However, she was still extroverted, chatty and still had eyes that wandered toward the opposite sex a little too much.
Before the night was done, videos from the entire event were traded. Most of the Hogwarts students who had gone home for the Holidays were wondering if they had missed out on all the entertainment. However, those who were at home would not be disappointed - Luna had taken enough pictures of the entire evening, as she planned for full coverage via the Quibbler. Tracey had even packed up some of the food into a container and had gotten her family owl to carry enough food for the small group of Hufflepuffs that were at Bones Manor.
"Hey, who wants to run the obstacle course. I am in the mood for a midnight run?" Neville suggested.
"How about boys on girls? My squad versus Hermione. So, myself, Neville, Ronald, Týr, Víðarr and Percy versus Hermione leading Daphne, Tracey, Luna, Penny and…"
"Nah, not in the mood? But I don't mind watching?" Padma replied, as she continued to chat on her Terminal…
"…..Parv how about you?" Harry continued, as the girl nodded.
There was some back and forth as even Charlie, Tonks, Fleur and Bill slotted themselves into the teams. The rest agreed to only look on. Everyone teleported to the armoury and began to get ready.
While the Greengrasses were busy and Hogwarts was buzzing with Neville's shenanigans, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy were occupied. Lucius and Narcissa were well dressed, and Draco had a brand new robe commissioned for the evening. The dinner was certainly grand enough to rival the Peverell dinner, but the items were rather Victorian, with some French influence here and there. Ten large dinner tables were connected, and there were at least three hundred people present. This dinner represented the largest feast that the Malfoys had held within many centuries, but it was necessary. Many smaller families who would not have qualified for an invite, had arrived. The reality was that at least thirty major 'Lords' had been killed over the last three years, with only the teenage sons qualifying to hold the Lordship in limbo for the immediate future.
Tonight, was very much about consolidating the darker families.
Bread and salt were offered to newer families, and oaths were made. Alliances were forged, and even the possibility of marriage contracts were discussed. Pansy continued to flank Draco, as she gladly took the role of playing Ms. Malfoy. Narcissa did not mind, as she believed that Pansy was a better match than the "Greengrass wench". The feast continued, as the small team of elves were flagrantly abused and belittled, although their efforts were impeccable. Eventually, when everybody had their fill and the wine was poured, Lucius stood and began with his preaching.
"Lady's Hecate's blessings tonight, on those who have gathered this Yuletide. Tonight, we assemble in the name of protecting our culture and our heritage. We find ourselves at a terrible crossroads. Many should have been here with us…and yet they are not…."
There was a pensive pause, as many of the assembled people nodded.
"Our society has been unsettled by the appearance of many things I find concerning. As it has been noted, Lord Parkinson and I were attacked. We merely attempted to offer a gesture of friendship…and then we were attacked without provocation. We mistakenly thought via the image that our aggressor projected, that he was a follower of the old ways. And then we took to the streets to secure our interests, he and his ilk slaughtered many of our loved ones…."
Harry who was casually listening, noted that Lucius did not shy away from suggesting that they were dressed up as Death Eaters. Nor did he deny the Diagon Alley operation, in which they cast Cruciatus curses at civilians. Somewhere in Lucius' brain, he believed that he and his friends were the owners of magical society.
"Some of you have been asking what will be done in the name of vengeance. I will say this plainly. Those who were close to the Dark Lord understand that he will return one day. And when he does, he will take care of the 'Storm-Lord' and the 'Storm-Priestess', personally. State law has already been drafted to ensure that 'they' and their 'supporters' are charged with sedition against the state. His wealth will be seized, and the filthy Goblins will be forced into emptying his vaults.
We will take what is owed to us…!"
There was a thunderous roar, as clapping and banging of the tables occurred. Suddenly whispering occurred - Bellatrix was in her full death eater robe, and she entered silently. Many suspected who she was, as her stature exuded authority. There were whispers from those who were new to Malfoy Manor, as they considered the open parade a show of power. As the clapping and fist banging died down, Lucius raised his hand and halted the crowd.
"For those who are wondering about Lord Black, it is true that he holds the upper hand for now. However, old men can die if necessary. The Dark Lord mandated the death of many people in the last war. He decided that even the Potters would die….."
The room watched on, intently and Harry's ears perked up, before he rolled off the workshop couch in pure laughter. Grace too was sniggering, and looked like a cartoon character.
"…..and the Lord was not killed by a powerless baby. I have always believed that some type of trap was set to protect the boy. Perhaps even a muggle weapon of some sort, was set by his mudblood mother. In the end, the boy died from his scar. Even the presence of the Dark Lord on his skin, was enough to take the final Potter. Those who will join us, will find deliverance. And those who do not, will be struck down!" Lucius bellowed, as everyone clapped.
Bellatrix rose and slowly began to walk and examine the people who were in the hall. Only the clinking of her heels could be heard, as she looked at the young hopefuls. She eventually arrived at the end of the long table and took off her mask and hood. She began to walk towards Lucius slowly, as she spoke quite gently. However, there was a hint of a wild and crazed woman in the undertones of her voice.
"Well, thank you Lucius for your rousing speech. I do not think I need any introduction. But I will say it aloud for those of you who are not particularly clever. I am Bellatrix Lestrange…..Yes, I did escape Azkaban. I was provided help by someone. Many are sympathetic to us, and they are not here. But, here I am. Understand this – we did not ask for oaths. Some of you could leak the information that was presented here tonight…
Do you think for a moment that we do not see all, and hear all?
That we have silent friends and supporters? I could even argue that my brother-in-law can even purchase the Minister's ear when necessary. So, you are free to go to the authorities. However, what do you think I will do to you when I find out?
The Longbottom's were the last to feel my wrath. And only because they felt my power, that suddenly the youngest Longbottom is pushing back. Why…I understand the young man has terrorised many of your children. But not to worry I plan to deal with him by the end of the school year. Sometimes, a personal touch is needed.
One day I will come to you. It could be anyone, at any time. And when I show my face to you, your duty will be to comply with my requests. Those who believe in our noble mission, will be asked to give of themselves. And those who serve loyally, will be rewarded.
Some are wondering how the Dark Lord survived. That is not a secret that I think the Dark Lord should share easily. It is proof of his great capability to do arcane magic. I will say that the Dark Mark is tied to his essence. As long as he is alive, we are all bound by oath. And I have noticed that my mark is becoming clearer, lately.
I trust my Lord, as he is my champion. And he is also your champion. Take comfort in being noble and pure of blood. We will have our vengeance, soon. This I promise you," Bellatrix replied.
Bellatrix sat down quietly, after giving her speech. The crown had not clapped - there were only silent nods.
Eventually, the dessert was served. After the meal concluded there was a lot of networking as Lucius made it his business to welcome the smaller houses. Many of them felt quite happy about the opportunities that were coming their way – it was time to move up in the world. Pansy with her frilly pink dress, kept her hand entwined in Draco's arm, and he very much liked the affair. Of course, getting naked was implied but Draco considered himself a catch – being with Pansy was essentially a revenge proposition, as the rumours had finally reached him.
Astoria Greengrass was with Ginny Weasley.
The Greengrass and the Davis families were to be given no mercy, according to the discussions. However, after the theatre was completed, the assembled students understood one thing – You didn't want to mess with them. They were hated but respected. Many of them could remember the boys being beaten to a frizzle a couple of weeks ago. The students decided that they could find excuses, after their parents assigned them tasks. Some of them even wanted the Storm Lord to win. Many of them were hatching plans to stay uninvolved, and to inherit their parent's fortune. That was the misfortune about being Slytherin – many of them had no problem turning on their parents because there was no love between them in any case.
It was just business.
"Draco has been quite upset about not being able to play as seeker. However, that situation will be rectified soon enough. The mud blood Davis and blood traitor Mallory can have their fun while it lasts. And if they are the World Cup team, we need not attend," Lucius suggested to many of the smaller Lords.
"I have noticed that there has been an attempt to strip purebloods of the privileges, in the name of equity. To think that we built this system for us, and we must play the second fiddle to outsiders. Preposterous!" another random Lord exclaimed.
"All things will eventually return to their rightful place," Bellatrix replied.
Harry continued to listen to the conversations in the tower, as the group prepared to run the obstacle course.
"Lady Greengrass is there…" Marcella asked, before she was cut off by a rather radiant smile.
"Just Ophie dear. I have dropped those formalities, love." Ophelia joked.
"Had anyone else said that I would ask if I misheard. But you make it…believable?" Marcella smiled. The girl was taken aback – the Greengrasses did not seem to be too formal anymore. Marcella had all of the standard pureblood greetings ingrained in her, as a child. The evening was already confusing for her.
"Thank you, dear. Are you looking for a place to freshen up?" Ophelia asked, as the girl nodded.
"Hoppity, show the young lady to the ladies room, please?" Ophelia commanded, as the elf nodded. Hoppity led the girl to an area that was somewhat away from the dining room. As the girl entered Hoppity replied:
"I am leaving you to your privacy. It is a straight walk back, you should manage," the elf replied, as she diverted to the storage room to fetch something for Cyrus.
Marcella was confused – she had never heard an elf speak in complete sentences. However, she decided perhaps the situation could be ignored for now – there were already a lot of strange things she had seen this evening. After using the toilet, took out her hair holder and placed it on the sink. Marcella was now combing her hair with a pocket comb before a certain character appeared on the sink.
It was Crookshanks.
Crookshanks had been given a special teleporter pet ID tag. He as "the cat" was given free rein of every single property in Harry's network. There were multiple point to point phoenix transporters at everyone's house, and the curious cat would go wherever he wanted. He would merely stand on a transporter pad and poke the correct button. Thus, Crookshanks had an established rounds that he made from one house to another to pick up treats or cuddles. Crookshanks was a bit bored and as soon as he saw the glinting speck of steel in the hair bobble, he had already found his target.
"Are you Daphne's cat?" Marcella asked.
Crookshanks then stole the hair bobble and began to trot off. Marcella then tried to follow the cat, but Crookshanks would just manage to avoid her. He enjoyed being difficult to catch. This was his way of teasing the girl because he knew that he possessed something valuable. Crookshanks was now standing on a transporter pad, and staring at Marcella, as she approached slowly.
"Be a good moggy, and give me back my bobble please?" Marcella asked.
"Mrrow?" Crookshanks replied.
"Pretty please?" Marcella asked.
"Mrow."
Marcella understood that the second chirrup meant a clear No. Marcella then made a grabbing motion as she managed to get a hold of Crookshanks' fluffy tail and found herself feeling lightning on her skin. Marcella then found herself materialising in a position that was a carbon copy of her previous bodily arrangement. Now Crookshanks was very unpleased, as he swatted the girl and she let go of the tail. Now she was nursing an injury from the claw mark, but had other concerns. Marcella had arrived in the Peverell Armoury, and she was looking at the squads that were getting ready to run the obstacle course.
"If I had to guess, Crookshanks stole her hair clip and brought a straggler along?" a green-eyed boy replied. Marcella did not even need to guess who this person was.
It was him.
"Crookshanks? Give the young lady back her hair bobble. How many times have I spoken to you about hoarding bits and bobs?" another girl replied. Marcella looked at the face and the arms and then she realised that this person was 'the other one'.
"Mrrrow!" the cat replied, as Marcella looked at the impossible sight before her eyes. Suddenly a lot of things became crystal clear.
"Well hello? Are we having a fantastic Yule?" Daphne asked, as she drank some of her coffee from her thermos.
"I think so?" Marcella replied, as she looked at everyone in battle armour.
"I can vouch for her. She is a good one. She arrived here via the fuzzball, that isn't her fault, is it?" Daphne asked.
Marcella looked at the green-eyed boy and looked at the massive portraits in the background. Suddenly Marcella began to laugh loudly.
Her father had mentioned that Harry Potter and his friend would have made great contributions to society, and here they were in the flesh. She also found herself curious about the weapons collection – she even felt intimidated. She even figured out who Daphne had doe eyes for, and now Marcella could barely catch her breath. The mystery man of Hogwarts was indeed 'the man' after all. Marcella looked at the giant titles of Lilly and James Potter on the still portraits, and she knew immediately what had occurred.
"You know what? I love people who can laugh. Happy Christmas. Come along, we will work something out. You might as well get a front seat view of our plans. Lady Magic sent you here, and Crookshanks gave us a beautiful present. Serendipity is wonderful." Harry replied, as he put his hand on Marcella's back and she followed out fascination.
"Cyrus? Do I have some news for you. Apparently, Crookshanks stole Marcella's hair tie and she pursued the feline. She grabbed his tail, and the cheeky fluff ball teleported right into the workshop armoury, in the middle of everyone getting changed for midnight run of the course," Invictus explained.
"Gentlemen, excuse me I need a word with the missus," Cyrus replied, as he put some distance between himself and the crowd. He quickly dialled his wife, and Ophelia was aware of the finer details after a short explanation.
"Oh dear. Yes, Crookshanks has a habit of doing that. Astoria is still looking for one of her bobbles. What has Harry decided to do, Invictus?" Ophelia asked.
"Harry assured Marcella that no obliviation is happening this Christmas. I can see the smile, so he is planning to do something unconventional. Her parents will be looking for her, however? Let me get him added in," Invictus suggested. Suddenly Harry joined the call.
"Hello both of you, sorry for butting in. I am putting Marcella to spy on Atticus, Cedric and the rest. She is going to be the rookie, and the mole in that group. Perhaps Sirius can hop over, as that might help to convince her parents to buy into the proposition?" Harry suggested.
"An excellent solution. We might as well not waste a free resource. I will speak to Lord and Lady Wittelsbach. I am going to tell them the truth, as I think it's a fantastic story. Leave that to me." Cyrus replied, as he returned to the group.
"Some things need a personal touch. Can I hop over? I think we can give them a combat demo first, and then we can do the explanations?" Sirius suggested.
"Ah. We might as well have some fun?" Cyrus suggested, as he made his way back to the crowd.
Now he had arrived and he resumed his previous rounds of small talk.
"Gentlemen, sorry about that. I just got a call from Lord Black, and he is coming over just to say hello. I can't say if he is here on business tonight. But this ought to be interesting?" Cyrus stated, as Sirius immediately arrived in the Greengrass kitchen.
"Auspicious Yuletide and Happy Christmas?" Sirius replied, as he waved to Ophelia.
"Same to you. How is my son?" Ophelia asked, as she referred to Harry.
"Preparing to kill some rock golems. You might want to gather yourself. We are going to entertain tonight?" Sirius joked.
"Let me get something warm. Ah, husband is ready for you," Ophelia replied, as Sirius saw a small wave through the door.
Sirius was in a black turtleneck, and jeans. He was having a late night date with Priya, at an eclectic Italian restaurant. The magical restaurant was not open to the public. However, Sirius had made arrangements to eat there, privately. When Priya heard what had happened, she laughed – sometimes the unexpected could surprise even the most exhaustive plans.
"Go ahead, I think we had enough fun here. Meet me home?" Priya suggested.
"Why do they want to run the obstacle course at this unforsaken hour?" Sirius asked.
"Most of them won't admit it, but they like when explosions are going off, above their heads. They are young people. You were no different, as a young man?" Priya smiled.
"Your wisdom is as infinite as your beauty. That is a pretty valid point. Alright, let me go and help Prongslet. Your son is a bag of trouble!" Sirius smiled.
"Our son. And who are you to talk? You were one of the original slackers. But you got responsible, and I became calmer. Early thirties character development is something eh?" Priya replied.
"Tell me about it." Sirius replied, as he kissed her cheek, and transported into the Greengrass kitchen.
Sirius cast the illusion on his face, but it did nothing to hide how his body looked. Sirius had put on a fair amount of muscle mass, and had learnt to tap his House magic. As 'Lord Aurelian Black' strolled into the dining area, everyone found themselves quite surprised. Sirius had a Santa Claus hat on his head and looked hilarious. The huge muscular cuts on his hands and legs were obvious. His fluid movements almost made him look like a gliding cobra.
"Goodnight, all. Season's greetings. I hope we are having a splendid time?" Sirius barked, int he altered voice tone.
Sirius stood next to Cyrus and gave the assembled group polite greetings. Many of them congratulated him and expressed excitement about his massive development projects. Eventually, Lord and Lady Wittelsbach arrived at the little group.
"Lord Greengrass, have you seen our daughter anywhere?" Lord Wittelsbach asked.
"Why yes. I have a funny story to share with you. See, I did mention that there were some things that I could not reveal, yes?" Cyrus asked.
"You did mention that earlier?" Lord Wittelsbach replied.
"Well through no fault of her own, Marcella had to chase down Crookshanks. He is a cat that spends time here, and the offending feline did steal her hair tie. So, she was not wrong to do what she did, as he is a klepto-kitty. And then she was transported off the premises, into one of our best kept secrets? But not to worry, she is very safe." Cyrus replied as he smiled.
"Oh dear. I am very sorry Lord Black and…." Lady Wittelsbach, before Sirius stopped her mid-sentence with a small compassionate pat on the shoulder.
"It is Yuletide. And I am feeling generous. So, let us just say that after Cyrus hinted at the resources that I possessed, what better way than for you to see them yourself? Of course, for what you see tonight, an oath of silence will be necessary. But I promise, no coercion. I would prefer if the entire family knew the secret, rather than go through with forcing your daughter into exhaustive oaths that would be secret from you. Consider it an early preview?" Lord Black replied.
"Well, this is an unusual turn of events. And I have been grateful that you kept Jugson Jr. away from my daughter. I think we could come to an amicable arrangement Lord Black. Truthfully, I am excited?" Lord Wittelsbach replied.
"Excellent. After the rest leave, we will transport across to my friend's house. Yes, that special friend. Your daughter is already there, and she is having a pretty good time. We are pretty big on snacks," Sirius replied with a small smirk on his face.
Before Marcella's parents arrived, they had been duly warned to expect the presence of three dragons, and the other impossible claims. They found their daughter scratching Daffodil's snout. Soon enough they figured out that Lord Black had been very serious. Cyrus and Ophelia, approached their daughter and began with the small chat. Grace even hopped on Ophelia's shoulder and gave a polite hello.
"So, boys versus girls tonight?" Cyrus asked Daphne.
"Pretty much? I don't know why we have never done this before. I am pretty excited?" Daphne replied.
"I am supporting my girl. Wife, what about you?" Cyrus asked.
"Harry. Yes, Daphne, I love you very much, but I always saw myself as Harry's guardian too. And he is the original brawler of the whole lot of you. Fighting Riddle since his cradle days, honestly." Ophelia replied as Cyrus winced. The comment was meant as a jest, but there was a certain truth in the statement.
The comment cued the visitors into who they were dealing with, as they watched the drone feed.
"Oh daughter, that is a pretty tough call. Well, Hermione you have a task before you?" Cyrus asked, as her tattoos and her arms came into view. Now Marcella's parents were looking on, and they knew exactly who was standing before them, as Hermione gave a small wave. Lord Wittelsbach immediately picked up on the comment of the 'cradle' and guessed that Harry Potter was the Storm Lord on the projected video feed. Sirius dispelled the illusion and Priya had changed into more homely clothes. She too was looking on.
"You know Aunty Ophie, I became his friend because I wanted to fight along with him. But even with how much I adore him as my brother, I am not letting Harry get this one at all. Marcella, we are going to show you and your parents how the bitch squad runs things, around this place!" Hermione laughed.
"Is he...Harry Potter?" Lord Wittelsbach asked, as his wife looked at Sirius Black and realised that Aurelian Black was a fabrication.
"Gentlemen, start your engines! And GO! GO! GO!" Invictus thundered, as all hell broke loose on the improved obstacle course.
After the one hour demo, which spanned two teams, everyone retired from the course.
Marcella and her parents had to look on in wonder as the 'dead' Harry Potter used his halberd and poll axe to decimate enemies. The vanguard charges and the ability to conjure massive amounts of lightning, was frightening to the visitors. Neville was a red-bladed whirlwind of death, while Percy and Charlie were the distraction team. Both of them were a combination of wand and gun slinging, as they wore down the opposition for finishing kills. Ronald and his Nordic friends were the front-line brawlers, as they worked parallel to Harry to deliver crushing blows with raw strength, on a different pathway. Bill chose to work with Ronald, as his assault rifle allowed the boys to recover from the large amount of bodily attacks.
Then the battle was over, and Harry and the rest jet packed over to the platform as Hermione and the rest lifted off. Introductions occurred, as Mipsy and Tipsy did bring a large amount of finger foods. William was having a small drink with Grant and the rest, and they gave their comments about how the attack could have been optimised. Lord Wittelsbach had already been introduced to the man, and the magical family could see that the SAS squad were veteran fighters. And worse yet, they understood how to utilise magic and how to even bypass the issues, with clever optimisations. The eyes of the entire group of men glinted with steel, and the visiting family were intimidated by how nonchalant the mundane men were.
Hermione did not disappoint, as the all-girl squad began to roar. Lady Wittelsbach who was quite feminine and soft, looked on as the bunch of young women smashed through everything. It was a package of power, brains and beauty that did away with the idea of doormat femininity, and it forced the woman to contradict everything she knew.
Hermione could match Harry's destructive capability, easily. However, she preferred water as her element. Luna could pick them off easily, as her bow never missed. Invictus had taken to calling her Luna-golas as a Lord of the Rings joke. Even the battery of aerial drones was not safe from her sharp eye. Parvati, Tonks and Penny where the trio that handled the crowd control. Penny and Parvati were light on their feet and used a lot of pistol headshots. Tonks had changed to a shotgun and cleared the corners easily.
Daphne was Hermione's right hand woman, as she used her magic quite efficiently to explore vulnerabilities. Daphne and Hermione had enough familiarity, as they operated like Harry and Neville. She had even managed to cast small wandless avalanches, as she summoned bolts of exploding ice. Fleur chose to operate with Daphne, as she often followed through on Daphne's attacks with her brand new SMG that Harry had given her, only yesterday. Tracy was just a walking tank, as she filled the demolition role. Tracey had a frightening amount of accuracy with the heavy cannon, as she could lead the targets quite easily with no assistance from the HUD. Many times she just lobbed plasma balls across the field in a parabola, and she nailed dense groups of enemies every single time.
After the simulated fight was done, William gave his comments. He wanted the entire group to execute better on how they advanced across the field. He also wanted to see some clever use of overlapping fire, as there was not to be a break in the onslaught. He also congratulated Parvati on her marksmanship – she had learnt quickly how to handle a pistol.
Marcella had been the biggest fan of the girls when they were fighting. Meanwhile, her parents began to understand that Cyrus had been very conservative in his claims. Rather, the type of weapons and the attacks on display had been impossible for the parents to understand.
"As I say Lord Wittelsbach, we welcome the primitives to the 21st century," Harry replied resolutely.
"I do not doubt your claims, Lord Potter" Lord Wittelsbach replied, as Harry pat the man's shoulder.
"Just Harry will do. Or Lord Bighead. Hermione really loves that one!" Harry laughed.
The rest of the night was a general story of how everything got started. Then a short workshop tour occurred. Marcella even had a chance to see 'Craig' who was the nightmarish creature that had tried to kill Astoria. Invictus too did not hesitate to make himself known, as the video feed from Malfoy Manor was put on the workshop's projectors. An explanation was given as to some of the methods they used for surveillance, and Lady Wittelsbach cackled.
According to her, anything to see Narcissa's frown was worth it for her.
After the oaths were taken, Marcella was given her assignment as Harry played recordings of Cedric's operation. Her parents had little problem with the conditions – Lord Black had saved them from marrying off their daughter to a known Death Eater family. More importantly, Marcella's parents were impressed with the available resources, and they felt that they had a chance of winning. What had won them over was the body armour and the shielding systems which could neutralise the unforgivables. Then the previous demonstrations had highlighted the effectiveness of their weapons. Marcella's parents considered that intel was the most important thing, and with tabs on Lucius they would hold the upper hand. Lord Wittelsbach even felt that it was his responsibility to keep silent.
After all, he had lost his best friend to the last war. He wanted blood for his childhood friend, Linwood.
The other part of the tour included the hangar. The entire fleet of Thunderbolt-IIIs were an impressive sight. And the Thunderbolt-II at its thirty metre length was positively huge. This was where Harry and Hermione had a chance to introduce themselves as the engineer and the biochemist. Tracey had even enthusiastically taken the 'Mech' for a walk. Astoria and Ginny also had several projects that were parked in the area, and their fourth revision of their Warthog looked like a serious piece of hardware.
Harry then relaxed with the family, as Priya and Sirius spent the next couple of hours embarrassing Harry with childhood exploits. William did not fail to embarrass Hermione either. Suddenly, the imposing figures became just teenagers who had troubles like everyone else. Soon enough Marcella was put on the chopping block, and there was laughter in the shop.
The morning arrived with Daphne and Ronald offering to accompany the family home in one of the new Thunderbolt-IIIs. Hermione this time, duly warned the group before she hit the acceleration. After she had scared the passengers somewhat, she took them on a rather scenic route back to their home. As the family exited the craft, they now held a standard welcome package in their hardshell cases. Marcella now possessed a marauder bracelet, a comms device, access to Invictus and even a room in Fred and George's flat. Their parents were appropriately equipped with the necessary corresponding items.
Harry had accompanied the group, and he and Hermione quickly set down a prefabricated reactor, that erected the latest wards and security options.
"Well, I think we owe Crookshanks a lot. I must commend you on your ambition. I did mention that it was preferable for you to be within our society. I even considered Hermione's presence welcome. And here you are…." Lord Wittelsbach replied.
"I would say that many in society think highly of you. But you already know their opinions. We are honestly tired of legally blonde as you call him. He has been hounding our family for long enough," Lady Wittelsbach replied.
"Neville needs to draw some blood, the next time. I am happy you are part of our operation. I don't question Lady Magic about certain things. You were supposed to be here. As for giving Marcella the last laugh? Yeah, that is an excellent gift to me. We will provide jobs and opportunities because I want you to reach out and help others, the way I am offering you help. I am aware you can get by without it, but sometimes it is what we learn about ourselves that matters. And we learn by giving, too. And this is how we build a society," Harry replied, as he shook the man's hand.
"I agree with you. Time for the rot to go," Lord Wittelsbach replied.
"I haven't forgotten you either honey. Me and my gals don't do the damsel in distress. You will learn to fight, handle weapons and everything else. The holidays tend to be interesting, and we do most of our training then. As for learning potions, Ronald and I can teach you that." Hermione replied.
"Thank you. I am looking forward to that. This was the best Yule, ever!" Marcella replied.
"Nope, not true. Here!" Daphne replied, as she gave Marcella a small container that had a brownie, mixed with ice-cream and other extras. Marcella started to eat the thing on the spot.
"Come on dear. I suppose you have everything that you need now. Harry and Hermione, this was a pleasure" Lady Wittelsbach replied, as the Thunderbolt cloaked and left the area.
Part III: Hogwarts retrofits
Harry and Hermione had transported into the hidden tower in Hogwarts, on old year's day. The Book of Admittance paused, as Harry and Hermione announced themselves.
"Afternoon Hogwarts, how are we?" Harry asked.
"Not too bad…..Viminal Artificer Harry Potter and Rýnstrmaðr Hermione Granger. I can sense much has happened since your last visit?" the book scribbled on a blank page.
"Much has happened, indeed. The best news is that I have developed a countermeasure against the killing curse and all of the other Unforgivables. I do hope that when it is time, that it will keep Hogwarts and her students safe." Harry replied.
"That is certainly an achievement. We won't add that to the book here, space is at a premium for you and your sister," the book replied, with a mischievous drawl across the pages.
"I love your sense of humour. I think we owe you an apology – I had no idea you were sentient, and we did make unauthorised modifications. Only afterwards we discovered this room. Would you like any of them removed? We came prepared with the right tools?" Harry asked.
"No…leave them. Anything that will protect our students is appreciated. Hogwarts can provide help to those who ask, on the basis that others provide help to the castle. I was built after all, and I have been modified many times. However, my modification has been mostly for convenience. Do you plan to build additional structural or safety systems?" Hogwarts asked.
"With your permission? Yes. What I propose is…." Harry began, as he outlined the new defence systems.
He explained the installation of a fusion reactor, a castle wide cyclonic energy shield, and an entire network of power/data cables and junction boxes. Electric power would be available within the castle. The existing underground passageways would be retrofitted with tunnel segments, and the current wards would be hardened against intrusion with the best countermeasures that they possessed. Eventually, certain parts of Hogwarts would use point-to-point phoenix transporters, along with various spell emitters. This would replace the unsecured floo system. Each room in Hogwarts would have force field controllable doors and windows, and the existing control centre in the room of requirement, would be upgraded with the latest HogwartsOS, which would allow 'her' to directly control every aspect of the castle.
"I do currently control the castle, but that is only the stairs, the room of requirement and other selected places. What is the difference?" Hogwarts asked – even the castle found that curious.
"We are working on a method for moving magical intelligences into Crystal Data cores. We aren't going to install that yet as we need to figure out the process and run the wires. Daphne has taken over that portfolio. But you will be able to access Hogwarts almost like it was your own body. Every door, every window, every little thing. The temperature. Student transportation? Classroom saftey? Allistair will also get a link into the system. Right now, power distribution and the shield are the priorities," Hermione explained.
"Fascinating. Can I assume that there will be more weapon based upgrades in the future?" Hogwarts asked.
"Yes - after we completely test them for safety. Three dragon bays in the castle are not off the table. Sniper nests are quite possible. Then, my battleship is under development. We might decide that we want to build a docking bay for that. We might want shuttle pads, and various pulse cannon emplacements. Maybe a couple of rail cannons too. I want you to be packing so much firepower that they must fear this place.
The castle must be an incontestable collection of fuck you," Harry explained.
"You do have a potty mouth, Harry Potter. But I like your suggestions. You and Hermione have my blessing. Do as you see fit. The bolstering of my defences has been neglected. The Castle was always supposed to be advanced as necessary. My defences are no different to what they were ten centuries ago," Hogwarts replied on the parchment.
"Precisely. Hogwarts was good for keeping off medieval attacks, but that won't work for tanks. And then, Hogwarts has never been attacked by a magical army. That did not occur in the last wizarding war, as Voldy preferred to operate through the Ministry. But when he realises that some of his Horcruxes have been picked off, he will come here on the basis that he thinks the diadem is still here. By the way, the Triwizard Tournament is coming next year. I somehow feel Riddle will make an appearance. But we will keep an eye out, as we haven't seen anything that would indicate a possible death trap for this year…..as yet…." Harry explained.
"Well, at least I know. Your mother and father would have been proud. As for Hermione's parents, I am sure that they are already proud of both of you," Hogwarts replied.
"Thank you. Well onward to getting the reactor installed. I will be teleporting our drones in, to make the modifications. I think you will approve of how ingenious they are! They will work silently, and nobody will be any the wiser," Harry replied.
The drones apparated in and conjured deceiving appearances via illusionary projectors. They looked like undiscovered, miniscule, bugs. Others became completely invisible.
"Very life-like. Fascinating. Until next time…." Hogwarts replied, as Harry and Hermione left the hidden room. The pair arrived in a cavern beneath Hogwarts, and explored the environment, before securing a supply of water.
"Right, the reactor can go here." Harry replied, as thousands of insect-like drones arrived.
One hour later, Daphne teleported to the location as she began to run the sub-routine for the drones. On her data slate was a holographic rendition of all the proposed tunnels and junction boxes. The main backbone of the distribution system would occur deep inside Hogwarts walls, which were unreachable by unconventional means. The shield emitters would be installed around the castle, across a one kilometre diameter circle. The drones used microscopic micro-bombardas to fracture the stone into powder. Then the insides of the tunnels were sprayed with strengthened plastic polymer. Caterpillar crawlers dragged the wires and the cables through the narrow tunnels. Then, the smaller drones implanted emitters at every door and window, within the castle walls. Improved lighting via unobtrusive, recessed emitters were installed under invisibility fields.
Hogwarts was now on its way to becoming an unchallengeable bastion, as the castle hummed in contentment. Albus once again thought that he was doing the right thing, as Alistair grinned.
"Albus?" Alistair asked.
"Yes, old friend?" Albus replied.
"I could use a walk. Summon Ginny and Astoria for me. They are very special girls, and they are meant for great things, Albus!" Alistair replied.
"Very well," Albus replied, as he sent a summons to both of the girls.
Not too long after, Alistair was on Harry's head – he had requested that the girls carry him to meet Harry and Hermione. As Harry placed the hat on his head, he took in the information in his brain and had to shake off the equivalent of a giant gnat.
"BRRRRRRRRR!" the Sorting Hat replied, as he looked at Harry's thoughts and conceptualised the upgrades to the castle.
"Had a good time?" Harry asked.
"You are the best entertainment I have had in ten centuries!" Alistair replied.
"Oh, you think so? Hermione…...deal with this bloke for me?" Harry explained, as he took the hat off and placed the object on Hermione's head.
"Morgana's teacup! That is trippy!" Alistair replied, as he experienced Hermione's knowledge and her experiences. The stellar trip, her front row driving of the cosmos, and her understanding of the Yggdrasil were almost arcane. And then there was the approval that came from the Sorting Hat – Ronald had gotten the girl, after all.
"Pleased?" Hermione asked, mentally.
"Not even Rowena's head was as big as yours. You are the 'bigger head'. Phew. I can build a damned rocket now! I do like your other half – he has grown much. He needed to be away from his family to thrive. Helga herself would have celebrated Ronald and Priya, and I can promise that the young man in particular will always be reliable and loyal… " Alistair laughed silently, in Hermione's mind.
"Thank you. I reasoned as much. Do you want a fabricator bay? You could build a rocket if you really wanted. Have you seen the plans that I have for integrating you into the castle?" Hermione laughed.
"Woman don't tempt me! Ms. Greengrass, let me take a peek in your head. You may have started off, as Hermione's apprentice, but that time has passed." Alistair replied, aloud.
"Oh? Fine then!" Daphne replied, as she placed the hat on her head. Alistair rubbed his proverbial hands together – Daphne and Harry were the next big romance.
"Pssttt….Daffy, I think everything is coming along nicely," the Sorting Hat replied mentally, as she looked at Daphne's thoughts about Harry.
"I hope so?" Daphne replied.
The New Year party for Neville and the rest was a personal affair. Everyone spent time with their families at home, after they exited the common room via transporters. While the students were missing, their housemates reasoned that 'they' were doing something important with the headmaster.
Meanwhile, Harry, Hermione and Daphne did not bother to go home. Rather January the 1st met them all sweaty and tired. However, the main reactor completely was finished. It was a little bigger than a Hogwarts classroom and it was twice as big as the Raven-II reactor. It obtained its fuel from a large plastic tunnel that brought water from the nearby great lake. This water as it travelled down the tunnel, also powered a hydroelectric generator which would supplement the castle's electrical needs.
The caterpillar drones had installed eighteen kilometres of thick multi-strand copper cables. Now there were six hundred and twenty eight heavy duty shield emitters that were spaced five metres apart, deep underground. The three hundred and fourteen thousand metre circumference of Hogwarts was now complete with cyclonic barriers. Even Hagrid's hut, and Sirius's strip of land were included in the giant dome.
Any time unauthorised or tagged individuals attempted to cross into the castle, a partial twenty metre high wall would be summoned. This barrier would not be continuous or span the entire castle. Rather it was small, twenty metre long energy construct that was hidden under an illusionary pocket. For anybody looking on from inside the castle, it would appear as if nothing was happening. For a hostile entity, they would receive the full brunt of Harry and Hermione's cutting-edge shield. The visual deception was an adaptation of the one way illusion that was being used to keep the obstacle course a secret affair. It would also slip under Albus' detection.
It was estimated that almost two thousand kilometres of cables were needed in Hogwarts, to complete the new subsystems. While the drones were capable of doing such a thing easily, it would not occur without significant noise. Even silencing charms did not help as the sound was transmitted through solid rock, quite easily. Harry and Hermione had opted for the drones to operate at eight per cent of their total boring capacity. This would slow down the work to occur over at least twelve months. However, the entire thing would happen silently. Harry decided that it was a good compromise. If changes were required, they would increase the boring speed of the drones during the holidays.
The final project was to replace Rowena's runic control system for Hogwarts, to make it fit to host a modern Magical Intelligence. That was an upcoming project, but it would constitute the final piece of hardening the castle's defences. Daphne insisted that she would take care of that project, as she would need to use her algorithm to generate the necessary solution. This would require the building of a new set of runic plates, as only so many algorithms could be hosted at a time. While many in the Hogwarts dorms celebrated, Harry and Hermione continued to toil.
War was coming.
Part IV: Rats, Rats, different kinds of rats!
Peter Pettigrew was rather occupied.
As his whiskers twitched, he continued to run throughout the woods in Kosovo. Contrary to what other people thought, being in an animagus form for an extended period was not easy. The first problem was that the bio-chemical markers and effects from the animagus' brain structure lingered in the wizard in human form. Peter Pettigrew's human face often twitched just like a rat, and he almost squeaked when he spoke to other individuals. Even his body had become rather rotund, as he took on the dimensions quite accurately. Also, he was easily spooked, and he was sensitive to threats. He could often sense the environment and tell which people were dangerous. Of course, these traits are what allowed him to serve the Dark Lord effectively.
Peter Pettigrew's initial decision to become traitorous had started with envy. Sirius Black was just too suave and good looking. James Potter and Sirius Black were always the stars of Hogwarts either as the quidditch extraordinaire or the Don Juan type characters. Peter had always resigned to being the quiet one who wanted to be noticed but had little to no success with anything. Even Remus was respected for his intelligence, which could square away all of the Ravenclaws quite easily.
Peter Pettigrew with his nervous disposition and his social anxiety had never scored any dates with anyone either. Above his head was a singular depressive thundercloud that came from an abusive and dysfunctional home. He was not clever, or confident. As he left school with less than stellar grades, he wondered what he would do now – Charlus had gently offered him whatever help he needed, and Peter was even tempted for a moment to acquiesce. However, a singular question bugged him, for many sleepless nights.
He wanted something on his own strength. He wanted his own kingdom, to rule over.
Better to rule in hell, than to serve in heaven.
Even if he had his heap of rubbish to rule over, he would be content with it. At least, he would have his pile of rubbish.
Eventually, Peter Pettigrew presented himself to Lord Voldemort. One look into his mind, allowed Lord Voldemort to see what Peter wanted – he wanted power. And he would be willing to turn on those who he envied, to get what he wanted. The Dark Lord even promised him a beautiful young witch of his choosing as an arranged companion, for his information. Peter Pettigrew was elated by this offer – he had been alone for too long. He would have everything he ever wanted – power, prestige, value, and a beautiful woman. He would even have riches too!
And this was what had caused Peter Pettigrew to 'sell-out' his childhood friends. Sirius and Remus for many evenings had discussed the cause for the betrayal and they had come to the same realisation. Sirius even wondered if they had been at fault for festering resentment.
"The errors of youth. We were all fools to a certain extent," Remus explained.
"Wisdom comes from pain. We were a post war society that was comfortable, until the atmosphere began to change. Look at Harry. Fighting for every inch of his life. And he is wiser than both of us," Sirius replied.
"All we can do is support him. As for Peter if he felt slighted, he could have left. Terminated his friendship with us. But to offer information to kill a person? To kill James, Lilly and Harry?" Remus asked.
"I guess you can be driven to a point when you are scared, and you have nothing to lose. And weak people are often the most dangerous. Pettigrew and Snape are the same thing. Riddle knows how to pick the most vulnerable." Sirius replied.
"Well, if we catch him, no mercy will be given. But I think we have to do something to support the young people, so they won't fall into the wrong crowd. They have to be given a sense of community. I hope that the Hogwarts strip might help with that," Remus suggested.
"It could also do the opposite – it could rile the mob up. But then some of them who will complain are already scheduled for execution based on what they did. Adulting is hard business. I am a fully grown man, and I am honestly tired already." Sirius replied, as he drank a banana smoothie.
"I don't know how Harry does it. What do you think Peter is doing?" Remu asked.
"Looking for Riddle. And while he is looking, we will prepare appropriately. There will be a reckoning with all three of us, and I am not going to play with my prey. If I can stab him in back, I will do it. Quietly and violently." Sirius replied, as he stared at his suit of armour on the wall.
As a rat, there were any number of predators that Pettigrew had to avoid. These included snakes, weasels, wild cats, and birds of prey. Sometimes even dogs could pose a threat. To mitigate these circumstances, Peter preferred to apparate as a human, and only use the animagus form for short periods to sense smells in the environment. Peter knew exactly what he was looking for – the rat's nose was sensitive to the necrotic scent of Dark Lord.
While the Dark Lord or Lord Voldemort was elusive to many, he was no different to any wizard. He had to consume food like any other creature. He also passed urine and excrement like any standard human. In fact, he never used his magic to vanish his personal business. He considered his magic to be sacred, and it was not meant for petty tasks. Lord Voldemort would only ever flush the toilet wandlessly and was only comfortable with using a scourgify in place of toilet paper. The Dark Lord had his own wing within Malfoy Manor, to facilitate these needs.
With the number of large rituals he had done, Voldemort's body before his death was highly modified towards casting large amounts of magic. In return, his other bodily functions were sub-par. His digestive system could not extract all that he needed from food, and Severus had been useful in providing any number of nutrient potions. Most noticeable was his scent – the Dark Lord's metabolism produced any number of foul organic compounds that were excreted in his sweat. The smell of death was something that everyone had to experience, but Lord Voldemort had managed to work it into his theatrical performance.
He was death incarnate, and powerful magic cared not for aesthetics. And he encouraged his Death Eaters to be macabre, as he played into the idea of nihilism.
Peter Pettigrew could sense that a small child that harboured the Dark Lord had passed through these areas. The scent of the child's flesh was present. However, there was the presence of something else that was oppressive and unnatural. As he twitched his whiskers, he wondered about his issues at home. Within Hogwarts, he could sense that there was a threat that was festering. Something had eyes on the castle, and 'it' knew everything. Peter firmly believed based on the conversation in Amelia's office that the Storm-Lord was waiting to reign death on all of them. He even wondered if he was on the wrong side. But in any case, he had sworn his life into the service of the Dark Lord. There was no turning back now.
Bellatrix Lestrange was a fearsome witch. She would be able to fight the Storm-Lord!
In any case, that was not of any concern. Lord Peverell would be dealt with by Lord Voldemort. His job was to return him to his previous form, by whatever methods were necessary. As he twitched his whiskers and felt the faint magical trace, he somehow felt that Lord Voldemort had long left the country. He could smell the giant gaps where the apparition had occurred. Yet, there were spots where the animals and plants had protested the necrotic presence. Pettigrew continued to scurry along as he wondered if he would ever run into Remus and Sirius.
That was the last thing he needed.
Meanwhile, Alicia Spinnet was having a small consultation with Katie Bell and Demelza Robins. Alicia could tell that Rothley was hiding something, and she wondered if the snake was being treacherous with her.
"Boy worries again?" Katie asked.
"I guess so? Look he is hiding something, and I even think Atticus and Everest are involved." Alicia replied.
"Well, what about this – what if he is hiding something but it isn't relationship related? Slytherin is a complicated place?" Demelza suggested.
"What could he be hiding?" Alicia asked.
"Well, I talk a lot with Astoria. Sometimes she won't play so I get a chance to play chaser. She even offered to let me play the upcoming match, even though she is a better flier. So, I kind of know 'pureblood' business in passing…" Demelza replied.
"Meaning?" Alicia asked.
"Slytherin has a lot of bullying where Malfoy and the darker families can accost you in their common room and even attack you. The darker families rule that area. Atticus is a pureblood and even he has to be careful. Now imagine Everest and Rothley trying to survive inside there. Astoria even mentioned that her sister Daphne was on the way to becoming a glass doll to cope with the politics, until the mystery boyfriend taught her how to fight?" Demelza replied, before Fed and George came over and hugged Alicia.
Katie then gave George a polite peck on the cheek before Angelina made her way over to kiss the other twin. Then they began with their signature presentation, with Fred leading the conversational volley. The twins knew that this was absolutely annoying to everyone, but that made the act more appealing. Both of them also knew that they had a biological link and they had cultivated the practice for pranking purposes.
"My dearest…"
"We know his secret and…"
"it has little to do with you…in fact…"
"your lover brags to the other Slytherins that…"
"…he has the best girl in the whole of Hogwarts…and…"
Alicia began to blush profusely, as George continued onwards from his twin.
"Ponce junior tried to attack him, but Neville's"
"Long-kok-sorry-slip-of-the-consonant. Er…Long-bot-tom's Defence club with the neutrals had…"
"thirty wands pointing at legally blonde's spawn's slicked back hair"
"and they were ready to…..curse it off…"
"Jesus Christ, can you both stop with that annoying twin speak?" Katie yelled.
"NOPE?" both of them caroused, as Angelina looked at Fred with resignation.
"How do you know that?" Alicia asked.
"We guarantee that we tell the truth on this particular matter. We have come to appreciate a particular Slytherin and Gryffindor relationship, elsewhere…." Fred replied thoughtfully.
"Yes, our dear primary financier and consultant are illustrious geniuses. We see the usefulness of the inter-house relationship. That particular example is a power couple. Only great things can happen from them, but we truly come bearing…"
"other gifts, that involve sneaky ways to get out of the castle…"
"Ask no other questions, and we will.."
"…..tell no other lies?"
The girls began to suspect that this was Daphne and the mystery man, whoever he was. Astoria knew the person, and she proudly told people that 'he' was the older brother she always wanted. That made even the Gryffindor girls curious.
After the entire drama was done, Fred and George took the four girls along at least six of the other polymer tunnels, that had been interfaced into existing castle passages.
"Wait….if you can both leave Hogwarts any time you want….is it the both of you who supply the contraband?" Katie asked George.
"We do not supply the contraband. We might act as a redistributor. We can pass a message, if you need something?" George suggested slyly.
"Angelina, what are we going to do with this pair of clowns?" Katie asked.
"Try to reform them. We are signing up for long term projects, more or less?" Angelina replied.
"As long as the pizza keeps coming, I will encourage all of this! Look we are not going to say anything alright? We know what are the things that come through these tunnels," Alicia replied, as the group continued to walk down the tunnel. The group finally found themselves in Hogsmeade. Everyone was out of uniform, and the group proceeded to eat something at the three broomsticks. On the way, the girls unknowingly passed through several junctions that would lead to the emergency shelter that Harry had created.
The introduction of the tunnels was not by coincidence. Fred and George were doing two things - they were ensuring that their 'girlfriends' along with Alicia and Demelza, had a method to escape any threat. Also, the twins were implying that if the girls wanted a quick snog, that there were other places. Eventually, the group also arrived at Fred and George's prospective store which was mostly completed.
"Where are we?" Katie asked.
"We are at the Weasley Wizarding Wheezes premises. Our joke shop. We do our research and development here. This is our place, and we bought it from the large sum of money we made selling pureblood Slytherins rum and porn magazines…." Fred joked.
"Are you serious?" Angelina asked, clearly impressed.
"Who else but the pureblood traitors to corrupt the upstanding purebloods with 'muggle' things? More importantly, we will all be leaving Hogwarts in less than two years. Lee has agreed to work with us part time. We are sharing our secrets because we need workers honestly?" George replied.
"And we plan to pay competitively. The upper part of this building is an empty flat. Two floors that can house six people each? And we will only need you part-time. We expect all of you to get offers to play professional Quidditch. When you aren't doing that, well we would love for you to work with us. We too have some external gigs with our financiers and our consultants." Fred continued.
"Why are you offering us jobs" Katie asked.
"We were offered jobs by a friend. You can even call him an honorary Ginger. And he helped us. And we see the brilliance of doing the same thing that was done for us," George replied.
As the girls sat down and chatted with Fred and George, Lee eventually arrived. Fred and George wowed the visitors as they began to show off the spectacular prank products. The visitors realised that the twins were industrious types. Their jokes could perform very complex magic.
"I am in!" Katie replied, as Angelina nodded. Alicia and Demelza also expressed her excitement, as it was understood that Jordan was already invested. The girls made their way back, while Mipsy and Tipsy located the clothes of the small group and applied anti-legilimency charms to all their buttons.
Part V: An Extended Analysis
Saul Croaker, as the Head Unspeakable, had arrived at Hogwarts to speak to Albus Dumbledore. He had been examining the scraps of the mining cannon that had self-destructed. As he arrived with the parts in the case, Albus had summoned his Head of Houses, Professor Babbing, Professor Vector and Alex for the afternoon.
"Evening Mr. Croaker."
"Evening Headmaster, and to all the Heads of Houses and professors. And to you also, young man."
"This is Alex. Former Headboy. He is working as our muggle consultant." Albus jovially laughed.
"Perhaps his insights might be of value. I figured out how the thing works, I believe. And then I also have other news too, that I will discuss with everyone. I take it you trust these people?" Croaker inquired.
Albus nodded, severely.
"I would love to hear the explanation of how it works!" Fillius squeaked excitedly, as he felt proud. The son of his best charms student was indeed that talented after all. Albus raised his hand and gestured for the Head Unspeakable to continue. He unpacked the item from his suitcase and faced the small cylindrical looking object towards the window.
"I started to wonder if we could reconstruct the device. I asked Ollivander to extract the materials that were shredded and place them in a new wand. He immediately recognised them as thunderbird feathers. After taking almost a year to extract and repair some of the original wand core, we have this…."
Croaker turned on the device that he had built from the salvaged parts of the previous cannon, and now a small red angry red beam was being projected through an open window. He turned off the device, placed a metal plate in the trajectory of the apparatus, on the edge of the window ledge. After he turned it on, the beam heated the plate red hot, before a little hole was punched through.
"No…intent? This isn't runes?" Minerva asked.
"There are runes from the previous item. The runes were used to describe the structure of the wand core. I have been speaking to experts and we are trying to work backwards. This device that touches the wand stores magical energy. It is one of the ink batteries that we obtained from his book," Croaker explained.
"Any leads?" Albus asked.
"Yes. There was a single person who suggested this research to me, many years ago. Lilly Potter had suggested that a wand could remember its last known spell. She insisted that some part of the wand underwent a structural change to produce the magic. The Storm-Lord probably knew this already, and he placed a spell in the wand that could be powered independently. The advantage of this is that complex magic can be executed without any uncertainty. And this method is permanent, as there are no runes to burn themselves out. The runes themselves are instructions, but nothing more..." Saul explained.
Fillius could remember this discussion, quite clearly. Lilly Potter had brought Harry at the age of only six months old. He had been swaddled in a black and white piece of tartan, and he had been silent and jovial while they had tea. He had even held Fillius' finger and he could remember the strong grip. The boy had not just taken after his mother, but he had advanced her research. He probably had access to wand lore too, from the Deathstick. His invention made a surprising amount of sense to the Ravenclaw.
"Do you know what spell it is?" Minerva asked.
"I do – and this one has me even more perplexed. He is using FiendFyre," Croaker explained.
"FiendFyre? Surely you jest?" Albus asked.
"Yes and no – yes that is the spell. No, in that this spell is heavily modified. Very efficient. It seems to capture the true essence of the fire itself. Dark magic is normally synonymous with hate and darkness. You can feel it in the magic. This is completely absent here. The magic is actually…quite happy and content. Feels like the buzz you get from a Patronus?" Croaker explained.
"His magic, does not contain any darker emotions?" Slughorn asked.
"No – the spell feels like a tool. Almost as if this magic was designed to produce large amounts of heat for cutting things in a useful way. The magic feels very utilitarian. And it is thousands of times more efficient. It sips energy and it sustains itself. The feeling of the intent, is that you want to burn through solid material quite efficiently, down to a microscopic level," Croaker explained.
"I have been trying to track his magical signature. It is possible he built a machine that generates magical power, independent of the human body. All his items might use this type of magical energy. I have been thinking about his rectangular boxes that store energy," Albus replied, as he thought about Hagrid's house.
"If he has done that, it means that he can fuel spells that would kill a person. And if the efficiency of this spell is anything to go by, that is why his weapons are so powerful. I have never seen such designs." Saul considered.
"I have a question. I know of the ongoing issues because of the Headmaster. The Storm-Lord conjured magical plasma at Azkaban. He did tell the Dementors to eat plasma in the memory that I saw. This might be very related to what we are discussing," Alex suggested.
"What is plasma?" Croaker asked.
"When gas becomes charged electrically. Used to cut a lot of things in the muggle world. I have a machine at my father's place in the States. He was a pipe fitter and a welder, before he became the town sheriff." Alex replied.
"Perhaps we could try an experiment with something far simpler. Can you think about plasma, as you understand it and conjure an Incendio, with your wand?" Croaker asked.
Alex took out his wand and moved towards the window. He then conjured an Incendio and thought about making a plasma stream that he had seen, many times in his father's plasma cutter. The spell did not fire off, but Alex decided that he could continue to try while Croaker discussed other issues with Albus.
The headmaster suggested to Croaker that Alex was responsible, and that he could take any type of Ministry oath that was required. The entire conversation that followed was about the proposed time-turner and how they were making progress on the item. They had found a magical stone and it had accidentally caused one of the researchers to go back fifteen seconds in time, to meet himself. The artefact had been found in Stonehenge, and they were planning to copy the magic into specially charmed sand.
"Not too long ago, the magical artefact went completely dead. I want to believe it was sabotaged." Croaker explained.
"Do you think they did it?" Albus asked.
"Yes. The magical trace that was left on the item had a single feeling. This is too dangerous. Worse yet, the artefact seems to be about four hundred thousand years old. Of course, we thought that the dating spell was wonky, but now we are considering that maybe he knows more about the item. Are you aware of how he apparated into the primary lab?" Croaker asked.
"I am afraid not – I have no idea how he does such things. Did he take anything else?" Albus asked. The Sorting Hat silently shifted, with a disapproving frown. Fillius caught on, but he said nothing. Albus knew exactly what Harry had done. Frankly, Fillius considered Harry's capability to jostle with Albus to be hilarious.
"No." Croaker replied.
"I think I got something!" Alex yelled.
Alex when he turned around, now had an almost blowtorch looking flame that seemed unusually potent. As the entire group walked and huddled around the window, they observed as the spell was able to cut the steel, if the flame was given time. The process was messy and there was a lot of splatter but it represented preliminary evidence of a scientific idea advancing a cast spell.
"That is indeed remarkable. I think the Unspeakables will be having a word with you, Alex….?" Croaker asked.
"Alex Thompson." the former Ravenclaw replied. The boy paused and scratched his chin.
"Mr. Croaker, I have an idea how the power might be generated. If he likes plasma, he could be using nuclear fission. He might be breaking down a heavy element and siphoning off energy. Even the idea of doing that….he is utterly mad. It could give him a massive amount of power to run really powerful weapons?" Alex suggested.
Minerva and Fillius raised their eyebrows – they had seen the Thunderbolts, and Alex seemed to understand enough to guess how the Storm Lord went about inventing things.
"Could you provide the necessary reading material?" Croaker asked.
"We could visit a nuclear power plant too. I visited one when I attended muggle primary school in the States. I used to live in Texas, on a ranch as a child. Mum passed away, and Dad moved back after we stayed in England for most of my life. We could get easy accommodation if we visited there via a portkey." Alex replied.
"The Storm Lord and the Rune Priestess were once part of the Guild. The Guild seems to be further ahead of both of them in certain areas, if we look at the recent Hand Terminal that was released?" Fillius smoothly suggested, to Albus.
"Ah, that might deserve some consideration, Fillius. A most excellent suggestion. Professor Babbing and Professor Vector, can you explain what was possibly done in the creation of the device?" Albus asked.
The next half hour was filled with explanations about how approximately twenty million runic arrays had been formed into some type of instruction set. Some runes could perform direct, conditional logic. Also was the confusing fabrication of the device. The runes themselves had been etched with some type of magical substance, but it was not ink. However, when the magic was executed via the runes it often gave off small bursts of light. The arrangements of the runes were used to do complex calculations, but ultimately actual spells were handled by some other 'object'. These 'objects' were embedded in the glass, and they carried out the function of wands. However, they were made of some type of exotic material, and they had no physical appearance that they could discern. Also, the main 'processing matrix' had any number of free floating items that could be configured to store information. Alex explained how the Guild was doing some type of semiconductor manufacture, and that the Wizarding world would have to jump forward centuries to understand what was being done – nanotechnology was still somewhat theoretical in the muggle world too. He explained how the advertisements of the Guild suggested the use of like Boron Nitride nanotubes, and other exotic materials. The technical jargon suggested that the Guild was an entire team of academic geniuses.
While these conversations were occurring, Invictus looked up Alex's information via his data slate and made note of the boy. He could be useful, or even recruited if necessary. Invictus was surprised that they had been able to make that much progress. However, they were still far from understanding the recent innovations. Organic wand cores were an outdated standard. Crystal based power cells were their cutting edge power innovations. Finally, as they discussed magical fission, Harry and the rest were already running powerful fusion based reactors.
"Perhaps we can get access to one of these powerful microscopes and we can examine the item," Saul wondered.
"That will allow us to see the item much better." Alex suggested.
"Report to the Ministry on Monday and ask to speak with me. I think I am going to need you, to go any further. And we are taking a trip to your ranch," Saul replied, as he shook Alex's hand.
The Ravenclaw was quite happy, as he had been interested in theoretical magic, and it usually took some seniority to get into the Department of Mysteries.
Fillius reasoned that Harry was exactly the age of his star students. And if he had such revolutionary designs that were twenty four to thirty months old, it suggested that massive advancements had followed. They were examining old ideas. Fillius suspected that the 'Guild' was just a business front. Lilly in her private conversations had always wondered why instantaneous communication had not arrived in the Wizarding world, and he guessed that Harry had probably asked the same question. Fillius continued to wonder what were Harry's long term plans.
He would speak to Percy at the end of the year.
Harry and Hermione made their way over to Hagrid's house as they were finished. They had gotten a shower, and some rest. It was now dark, but Hagrid's house was illuminated by any number of soft spotlights. As the group approached the modern looking residence, Invictus accessed the controls and took off the ambience lightning. Now the concrete pathway would not automatically illuminate itself, as people approached.
"Damn, Hagrid has a pretty nice place. First time I am seeing it! And to think I built the thing!" Daphne replied.
"Yeah, most of the castle hasn't seen it. I hope ponce junior gets a heart attack. I have such iridescent hatred for that little shit, I could kill him with my bare hands," Hermione replied.
"Hadrian? Jean? and…..Daphne?" Hagrid asked through the door intercom.
"But of course, Haggasauras Rex! It's your favourite people!" Harry replied, as the half-giant laughed.
Hagrid liked to read about dinosaurs, and he even wondered what one would behave like, as a pet. Hermione had to explain that some of the smaller ones could have been possibly domesticated, but you didn't want to mess with a T-rex. Harry even bet that evening, that if Jurassic Park Velociraptors were real, that Hagrid could domesticate them. Hagrid liked Jean and Hadrian, as they often introduced him to new animals and provided him with animal documentaries directly to his terminal. As the trio entered the room, they observed as Hagrid seemed excited, but somewhat anxious. He almost seemed unsure, but he also looked resolute.
"Hey buddy, you alright? I love the new place!" Harry explained.
"I love it. I feel like I did summat righ'. But the headmaster isn't pleased. I have ter ask summat, though" Hagrid replied.
"Shoot?" Hermione asked.
"Are both o' yeh the…..Storm Lord an' the Rune Priestess?" Hagrid asked cautiously.
"We could be. We could also be Rick Astley and his long lost sister, in Polyjuice too. Tell me why you think that is the case?" Harry suggested.
"Lemme get yeh all a cuppa, an' i wil tell yeh why" Hagrid replied.
Hagrid explained that Albus was looking for them, and that Albus had asked to snoop around his house. Hagrid explained that he didn't like that at all. He also was concerned that Albus had abandoned his sister – Hagrid had visited Aberforth and had gotten a lot more information that he had not bargained for, that evening. He also explained that Albus Dumbledore had helped him only when it was convenient for him. He even complained that he had done nothing wrong, and he still could not carry a wand, openly. He was happy to explain that he would never reveal their secrets, and he would take an oath, if necessary.
"Yeh have always helped me. An' yeh treat me with dignity. I don't feel like a buffoon when I am with yeh. I feel like I could...learn new things! Nobody can call me low class!" Hagrid replied brightly.
Harry began to cry. Daphne held his hand, and Hermione gave Harry a severe nod.
"Why are yeh crying, Hadrian? did I say summat wrong?" Hagrid asked softly.
"No – you didn't. I am happy. So happy. I know what it is like to think you are a waste of time, and you won't be good at anything. I used to struggle with school. Hermione helped me and taught me for many evenings when I didn't understand much…" Harry replied.
"Excuse me, I still teach you and Daph the higher applications of mathematics, and biochemistry?" Hermione giggled.
"Alright. Look, yeah it is us. But I have an even better surprise. Give me the oath, and we can talk about everything that led to this?" Harry suggested.
Hagrid took out his umbrella and gave the oath after Harry and Hermione walked him through the technicalities. Hagrid was now, quite excited and he was shifting around on his feet.
"I don't think we will ever get bored of doing grand unveilings of our identities?" Hermione whispered to Harry.
"It is a guilty pleasure," Harry whispered, as he yelled "Grace!"
The magnificent phoenix appeared within the living room, and before Hagrid could ask any questions, everyone was teleported into the workshop. Hagrid was now looking around and was confused.
"Where are we?" Hagrid asked.
"At Peverell Manor. Yes, we dragged you along unexpectedly because we prefer to surprise first timers. But I think the best surprise, is that this look on me, isn't actually me. I am wearing a magical disguise. And so is Jean?" Harry stated.
"Glamour? Can i see wha' yeh really look like then?" Hagrid asked.
Hagrid knew those green eyes, anywhere. Those were the eyes that had looked upon him for a short period before they had closed. There was a lopsided smile on Harry's face, and the gamekeeper did not take too long to notice the portrait of Lilly and James.
"…..Harry? Harry…..Potter?" Hagrid asked softly, before he looked at Hermione.
"We promise you only the best entertainment this evening. Hermione Granger at your service. But if you think meeting Harry Potter is the treat…I think both of us can visit a familiar friend?" Hermione suggested.
Daffodil was very chatty with Hagrid, as she even offered Hagrid a chance to fly with her, when they got some time to instruct the gentle giant on the particulars. Harry meanwhile secretly captured some scans of Hagrid's body.
Hagrid eventually got the story, as the night passed. Harry shortened the tale as necessary, but he did not leave out any of the crucial points. And he did not speak exhaustively of all of his missions in detail. Remus and Sirius had come by to say hello. Even Priya had stopped by. Hagrid had almost lost his mind, as he spoke to the three dragons who were casually being cared for, by Charlie. Grace too, made herself comfortable on Hagrid's shoulder.
Hagrid did not take too long to appreciate how his house had been built. Also, he had a chance to see Bill fly into the hangar, as he had wanted to take a new Thunderbolt-III for a test drive. Hagrid was also quite happy to meet Víðarr and Týr. Then, to Hagrid's surprise Neville, and the Hogwarts gang showed up and decided that they were running the obstacle course. The gamekeeper was aware of Neville's proficiency with the obstacle course at Hogwarts, and he reasoned that this was the original thing.
"Yeh thought 'em everyhting tha' yeh knew, didn' yeh Harry?" Hagrid asked.
"Yes. I prefer it hard in training and easy in battle," Harry replied.
"Could i learn ter fight like tha'? I would like ter learn?" Hagrid asked hopefully.
Sirus paced up and down before he boldly made a proclamation.
"You know what Hagrid? Fuck the Ministry. Harry my dear son, give this man a wand. And let Neville and the rest teach him, at Hogwarts." Sirius replied. Hagrid seemed unsure, but Harry had already made up his mind.
"Yeah, that is a great idea. Fuck the Ministry. Somebody is getting a hell of a wand tonight. Crafted by yours truly!" Harry replied, as Hagrid's face lit up like a Christmas tree.
"Grandson? Albus, Croaker and Alex are snooping around Hagrid's place. I left a message that made it seem like our gamekeeper was out for some cider. Sending an audio feed…" Invictus replied.
Soon enough, Hagrid listened as Albus attempted to manipulate Croaker into dissecting parts of Hagrid's house. However, Croaker was not having it and Harry appreciated that Saul was a 'straight-up' type of guy. Lilly Potter had indicated that much in her journals.
"Albus, I understand that you want to know more, but I am not comfortable with following through with that. I would not like any stranger to come and do as they please with my flat. Yes, it might be that the Storm-Lord and the Rune-Priestess built the item. Perhaps the answers that we need are here. But I think Hagrid deserves the same kind of respect that Professors get at Hogwarts. Leave him alone, Albus." Croaker replied.
"But Saul, this?"
"No Albus, this is not right!
We will find the information another way. Work with me. We should not go about doing as we please. Otherwise, how can you levy criticism against these the Storm Lord and the Rune Priestess? You are behaving just like them? Leave the man alone, leave him be. Or perhaps you are not up to the challenge of truly dealing with someone who can contest your wits? Surely you did not believe that there were no others who could play with intrigue?" Croaker asked.
Albus was not angry, but he was silent. He did not want to acknowledge that he had been outclassed. And he did not like being presented with limited options. Minerva was immediately cued into some of the issues, as she had a sudden bout of realisation. She had not managed to find her old flame, earlier. However, while exploring her old hometown, she realised that Albus had always done as he pleased, at Hogwarts. Suddenly when he was on the receiving end of that behaviour, he did not like it very much. Albus liked to micro-manage the intentions of all of the professors at Hogwarts, because it was something he had already done to many people.
Hagrid meanwhile, was silent as Invictus explained that precautionary measures were necessary – he would collate the data and provide reports to Hagrid. The jolly man felt sad as he began to realise that even those who were kind to you, could be malicious. Hagrid's eyes suddenly dimmed, as he no longer saw Albus as the greatest wizard on the planet. Harry noticed the expression and gently pat Hagrid's back.
"You know Hagrid, as I said the Headmaster is not evil. He is a good man, who will sometimes bend the rules conveniently. However, how many rules can you bend when you are dealing with Lord Moldypants?" Harry asked.
"He killed the unicorn didn't he? in the forbidden forest? Three years ago, about' summat?" Hagrid asked.
"Tore its jugular open, and slurped the blood up like a filthy predator, more like it?" Hermione replied.
"Her name was Bessie, an' i miss her very much." Hagrid replied sadly.
Hagrid seemed poignant, before he spoke his mind:
"Sometimes yeh need ter do, wha' yeh need ter do. People talk 'bout yeh in diagon alley, still. People say yeh saved 'em from the death eaters. What's comin' will come, an we'll meet it when it does. Yeh did far more than your parents would've done, an' I can' give yeh no higher praise than that. I trust Harry Potter an' ev'ryone else here."
Harry hugged Hagrid, as the half giant teared up.
"Thank you. It is a lot of work. And I have a lot of blood on my hands. We haven't spoken about our missions, but we do special operations for the I.C.W. Rescues and that kind of thing. I am fighting with everything that I have. I am not innocent, but I am trying." Harry replied.
"I will fight with yeh. Always, Harry. I looked after yeh firs', when I carried yeh ter tha' cursed house with the Dursleys. An' yeh suffered. An' yeh still looked after me, after the headmaster forgot 'bout me. An' I will look after yeh again. Lemme know wha' yeh need. Whatever, it is." Hagrid answered.
Harry had acquired the assistance of a person who was generally underestimated – they now had Rubeus Hagrid in their corner. Ronald's obstacle course team with Týr and Víðarr had finished earlier, and they had listened to the conversation. Ronald already knew what he had to do.
"Say what Hagrid, I know you are pretty strong. How about if you join us, and become our gym bro? As to what that means, basically our exercise partner?" Ronald asked.
"I would like tha', very much!" Hagrid replied.
Harry had already decided that Hagrid would eventually receive a new line of super heavy 'Colossus' armour.
Harry and Hermione were grinning. Hagrid with the right exercise program and a makeover, could indeed change his image as the Hogwarts gamekeeper. He could easily become the "Gatekeeper" instead.
Or maybe even the "Gains-keeper"