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The only thing I request is that you please bear with me and have some patience's. I am doing my very best to keep the updates down as much as possible. Thank you for your understanding, SHADWWOLF123. I have changed a few things that I didn't like primarily the bolding when someone is talking. I also corrected a mistake that I caught in this chapter that should have been corrected in Chapter 1. Daphne Greengrass was petrified with Penny, Hermione, Padma and Parvati along with the normal characters Justin and Collin. It was Katie Bell who was helping with the Lockhart problem. Sorry for the confusion. To: Reader of Harry Potter, and kr0n0s00, I apologize but in my Harry Potter stories he sees Luna Lovegood as a little sister and not a love interest. I honestly see Luna Lovegood better suited to be a love interest for Neville Longbottom. New changes will be made when they are needed. Now on with the new extended chapter….
(EXTENDED Version Of) A NEW LIFE FOR HARRY POTTER
BY: SHADOWWOLF123
(EXTENDED Version Of) Chapter 2: Things Moving Forward Part 1
{…Ending Of Second Year; Saturday, May 25, 2014: The Ministry…}
While Harry and Hermione called it an early night and were sound asleep in their bed at The Leaky Cauldron from a tiring day, both Amelia Bones and Cornelius Fudge let out deep sighs feeling pleased after several long hours inside The Daily Prophet. Their nice long chat with Barnabas Cuffe, Rita Skeeter and Bozo Lloyd went over pretty smoothly. On the other hand, Rita wanted one thing for her cooperation taking a magical vow since she knew they weren't something to mess with. She wanted The Daily Prophet to be exclusively the ones to interview Harry Potter with her being the reporter, and have full access to him at all times. Amelia Bones shot that down stone cold. She told Rita that it would harm Harry because, if he gave an interview to someone else besides The Prophet, it could cause a backlash personally. Amelia gave her a bone though. She told Rita that she would talk with Harry about giving one interview, and one interview only. Due to her notorious reputation of slandering other witches and wizards in The Prophet, Harry's magical guardian or godparent would be present. This was to protect Harry's best interests. Rita clicked her tongue and eyed Amelia carefully before nodding. Rita knew that she slandered a lot of witches and wizards with her sensationalizing of them with only speculation and rumor. She loved to use any hint of a scandal to attack them with some of her truth but mostly lies just to get people to read The Prophet. Amelia knew it and so did Cornelius Fudge so she acquiesced staying quiet.
After several long minutes Rita said something about setting up the time and the place, but there again Amelia shot the reporter down. The Director of The Department of Magical Law Enforcement told Rita that she would need to actually look like a reporter wearing clothes that reflected it. Rita was momentarily shocked and had to take a deep breath. The moment was quick, and Rita asked Amelia what she meant by her comment. Amelia just pointed at her with her finger up and down her body referring to her clothes. "A nice skirt and blouse combo with matching shoes would go a long way if you are going to be meeting Harry Potter for the first time. Rita, your almost 36 years old. Your not a teen witch. The clothes you are wearing now just makes you look like a tramp. You're going to be meeting the most powerful boy in the magical world. First impressions are everything to Harry Potter." Amelia pointed out. Rita could see her point and things started to go faster after that. The Daily Prophet had the biggest news story that the wizarding world will ever read, and it would be splashed across the morning addition.
The thought of it, might even eclipse the night Harry Potter banishing Voldemort on October 31, 2000; the night he lost his loving mother and father in Godric's Hollow. Come tomorrow morning the wizarding world would find out that their savior Harry Potter, THE BOY WHO LIVED was completely off the market. They gave The Prophet a copy of all the marriage contracts with his full name and all of his full titles. The only thing that The Daily Prophet couldn't read was who Lord Hadrian "Harry" James Potter of The Most Honorable Ancient House and Most Ancient Noble House of Potter was getting married too. Both Amelia and Cornelius felt like they had won a fight with the muggle boxer Alexander Povetkin. They didn't know who he was, but some of the first generation wizards who still lived in the muggle world would come into work speaking about him in some form. They would usually talk about it when they came into work after a night out at a muggle pub, which was a bit confusing but they got used to hearing it around the offices…..
Amelia floo'd with the minister of magic, Cornelius Fudge back to the ministry. She walked into her office while Cornelius went to his. She knew that she was going to have a very long night ahead, which meant very little sleep. She sat at her desk waiting on the floo call from Minerva McGonagall at Hogwarts. She called aurors John Dawlish, Austin Savage, Oakley Pearce and Kingsley Shacklebolt into her office. Amelia's original plan was to have Alastor Moody come with her, Kingsley, Dawlish and Savage since he could scare the shit out of almost anyone. However she realized that Alastor put in for his retirement last month, and it still felt strange without seeing him around the office, hence auror first class Oakley Pearce was chosen instead. Once the three men were inside, she explained that they were going to head right for Hogwarts. They were to arrest Gilderoy Lockhart on statutory rape of female minors. Auror John Dawlish scoffed at that notion, but Amelia threatened him. She said it was a serious charge and if he didn't follow her orders, he wouldn't be coming back to work the next day. This quickly shut the auror up, which caused her to continue saying that she would take point.
After the four aurors left to get ready to leave, Amelia grabbed a few pieces of parchment and a quill. She started to write down a few charges against Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape. She didn't know if anything would stick, but after spending almost an entire day with Harry Potter, it was worth a shot. She made a full list of other wizards and witches to be hauled in for questioning. Top on her list was Lucius and Serena Malfoy. She knew that they were once followers of Voldemort, but used the imperius curse as an excuse. Even though she couldn't prove it just yet, she could bet galleons to donuts that they spent millions of galleons in bribes to keep themselves and their friends out of Azkaban. She spent years on a way to haul them in, and now with Cornelius's threat from goddess Fionna, she had her way. After making her target list, Amelia turned back to getting Dumbledore in one of her cells. He is the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Order Of Merlin: First Class award holder, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot. She always had a funny feeling about the old goat, but now with new evidence pointing to his abuse of power, she could honestly say that he was bad news. She would stay professional around the old goat and be on her guard, but she would try and stay as far away from him when she could.
There was several questions in her head. "How come Albus placed Harry Potter with a family that has no blood ties to him? Why did Albus place Harry Potter there? What do the Dursley's get from Albus as they abused Harry Potter?" Were the top three questions running through her head. Amelia knew that he was hailed as the leader of the light, and everyone knew that he could do no wrong. After Harry had questioned who the Dursley's were, and the wills of Lord James and Lady Lilly Potter giving who was Harry's magical guardian and godparents were; Amelia had to wonder how she could make anything stick to the old goat. He was slipperier then Malfoy was. She knew that this would open up a whole can of worms, but she was willing to go through hell to see justice done….
While Amelia Bones was in her office, Cornelius Fudge was sitting at his desk with his head in his hands. On top of his desk was a bottle of Ogden's Old Firewhisky and a shot glass. After the day he had, he needed a stiff drink. He heard Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived story, questioned who the Dursley's were, heard who his magical and muggle guardians were, who his godparents were and so forth. But what bothered Cornelius was that magic herself gave him a direct order, which kept ringing in his ears. 'Cornelius Fudge I give you these five tasks.
Task one: You will not take any more bribes of those who have broken their pack with me.
Task Two: You are going to give Director Bones every name that you have taken bribes from.
Task Three: You will use truth serum on those who have claimed to be under the imperious curse.
Task Four: You are going to free Lord Sirius Orion Black.
Task Five: You are going to keep Harry Potter, his wives, friends and family away from Dumbledore at any cost.'
Cornelius shook his head as a cold chill went down his spine over the threat of becoming a squib, but it was the way goddess Fionna looked at him with her threat that scared him the most. He saw all the scars and burns on Harry Potter's body. If the wizarding world got wind of how the boy was living, he would be crucified by the public and out of a job. He didn't know how to keep Albus Dumbledore away from Harry Potter, his wives, friends and family yet. So until he came up with a way he downed a shot of Ogden's Old Firewhisky before setting to work on the rest of his to-do-list.
Cornelius Fudge grabbed several pieces of parchment from the right side of his desk drawer before opening the one on his left pulling out several executive order sheets of parchment that had the ministry seal. He sat back in his chair and thought for several long minutes trying to figure out where to begin. Cornelius sat forward in his chair after several long minutes before looking at all the parchments again. 'Right, right well let's start with the easiest ones first.' He thought to himself. He grabbed the first executive order and stared at it for several minutes before he began to write.
Day: Saturday
Date: May 25, 2014
I, Cornelius Oswald Fudge hereby give an executive order to The Director of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Lavada Bones to do the following.
One: Bring in the known criminal Sirius Orion Black of the Most Honorable Ancient House and Most Ancient Noble House of Black for questioning on the accusation of betraying one Lord James Fleamont Potter of The Most Honorable Ancient House and The Most Ancient Noble House Of Potter, on October 31, 2000. Lord Sirius Orion Black is being accused of selling out Lord James Fleamont Potter to the known terrorist Lord Voldemort.
Two: I, Cornelius Oswald Fudge hereby give an executive order to The Director of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Lavada Bones to bring in the known criminal Sirius Orion Black of The Most Honorable Ancient House and Most Ancient Noble House of Black for questioning on the accusation of betraying one Lady Lilly Marie Potter née: Evans, of The Most Honorable Ancient House and The Most Ancient Noble House Of Potter, Daughter to The Most Honorable Ancient House and Most Ancient Noble House of Evans on October 31, 2000.
Three: I, Cornelius Oswald Fudge hereby give an executive order to The Director of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Lavada Bones to bring in the known criminal Sirius Orion Black of The Most Honorable Ancient House and Most Ancient Noble House of Black for questioning on the accusation of killing one Peter Judas Pettigrew, twelve muggles and destroying 1,004,016 Gold Galleons; 1 Silver Sickle; and 9 Bronze Knuts in property damages on November 2, 2000. Questioning under truth serum and all memories of the events pertaining to dates: October 31, 2000 and November 2, 2000; He is to be apprehended for questioning only, and not to be placed under arrest.
A full investigation is to be conducted with nothing to be hidden. The Director of Magical Law Enforcement has full authority to arrest anyone that is impeding the investigation and all ministry employees will abide all instructions while the investigation is going on. No one is exempt including myself.
Signature: Minister of Magic Cornelius Oswald Fudge
Cornelius rubbed his right hand for a few minutes after signing the order using a blood quill. He set the first document aside before he picked up another executive order staring at it like he did the first one. He set to his work once again writing out several executive orders. One executive order was that once Lord Sirius Orion Black was questioned and his memory obtained and reviewed. He would than give him a full pardon with 12,000,000 galleons in compensation for wrongful imprisonment. Two of the executive orders was to keep Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape away from Harry Potter, his wives, their families and their friends. He wrote out the executive order to unseal the Potter wills for the public to hear with a search of why they were sealed in the first place. The last two he struggled with which caused him to sit back in his chair pondering how to write them out. He wasn't the Minister of Magic at the time, but once Cornelius thought about all the trials after Voldemort vanished that fateful night on Halloween. Why did Millicent Bagnold allow the excuse of "I was under the imperious curse" used allowing certain death-eaters to walk free? She was the minister and should have set an example for the wizarding public.
Cornelius thought through his time as Minister of Magic. It soon dawned on him once the reality of his tenure was reflected on. He was no better than the ministers who came before him. What also dawned on Cornelius was the fact that he was given a second chance, or at the very least, time to correct what the wizarding government has failed to do from the beginning. He was going to do a lot better than the previous ministers who came before him. This was his chance for a better future, at least that is what he hoped for. It wasn't due to Harry Potter, nor the threat from goddess Fionna. It was his own choice now. Cornelius wrote out the last three executive orders. The first one was that every known Death-eater in Azkaban would be questioned under truth serum again to make sure nothing was missed from the first time. The second executive order was a bit harder to write, but he thought of baby Harry on the night of October 31, 2000; The very last time his parents Lord James and Lady Lilly Potter would ever hold their son. Tell him that they loved him and kissing him goodnight.
The thought of Harry Potter never being able to get hugs, kisses, being grounded, spending Christmas's or even having his parents see him off to Hogwarts had Cornelius almost crying like a baby. Thoughts of Amelia's brother Edgar and his wife Chloe being murdered and having to raise her niece Susan. Neville Longbottom's father Lord Franklin and his mother Lady Alice Longbottom came to his mind along with his own wife and daughter who was murdered when Voldemort was sowing chaos. The third executive order was for all suspected known Death-Eaters who used the "I was under imperious curse" excuse to be questioned under truth serum. He added in that no matter how old their house was, their status wouldn't help. They would have two choices; They could take the truth serum willingly or their second choice was to have it be crammed down their throats. The executive order also had another clause. All suspected Death-Eater's would have their manors raided and gone through with nothing missed. The second to last executive order was allowing the killing curse to be used by the full auror department when they are fired upon. Cornelius listed out what he thought warranted the use of the killing curse. However the other unforgivables were still illegal.
Cornelius knew that this wouldn't go over to well with the wizarding public or the ones who bribed him. It was opening old wounds from the wizarding blood civil war, but it needed to be done. The last executive order was written out in a way that Amelia could arrest those who took Lord Voldemort's dark mark. This meant everyone who worked or visited the Ministry would have to show both of their forearms. Not even Harry Potter, his wives, friends and family were exempt. After writing out all the executive orders Cornelius slumped back in his chair with another shot of Ogden's Old Firewhisky. He knew that he had a lot more to do that needed to be done, however he needed to do something different. Cornelius thought to himself while Harry Potter's face flashed through his mind. 'Okay, let see. What can I do for Harry Potter, his wives and friends?' Thought the Minister of Magic.
The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge shot bolt upright as an idea came to him. He smiled and started to search for the right documents in his office. He found what he was looking for after five minutes of looking. In an old dusty filing cabinet that Cornelius had forgotten about he found underage licenses. He knew that he was a shit minister and nothing could make up for his past. He had always meant to send a birthday present to Harry Potter, but Albus always found a way to distract him. It was a bit early, by two months, but it was better than nothing. Harry Potter, his wives and friends would get a license to preform magic. He didn't know how many wives Harry would have by the time he reached his majority, so he wrote out as many as he could. The smile on Cornelius's face didn't end as he grabbed several ICW parchments. Harry Potter, his wives and friends were already emancipated because of their soul-bonds, so why not? Cornelius was going to do the impossible. Cornelius grabbed all the parchments and ran right out of his office and down to the records department. With what he had heard and saw today from The Boy Who lived, he was going to check on a few things before he took another step…
{…Flashback; Saturday, May 25, 2014: Buckingham Palace…}
Queen Elizabeth Alexandra Mary Windsor was being escorted by several men that was wearing what looked like Roman togas, a shield on their backs and weapons that were clearly out of date in the modern time. Buckingham Palace was in a panic as the queen kept a very tight itinerary. Everything was planned down to the second, but during one of her meetings she just vanished into thin air. Everyone who was looking for the queen froze seeing her walk with these unknown men and one had ahold of her arm after three hours of searching. No one touched their queen without her permission, but one of them was talking to her like they were old friends. Standing around in disbelief everyone who was looking at the queen wanted to go up to these men and say something, but several of them had scars that could scare anyone. Several palace guards wanted to surround the queen and pull her to safety, but seeing these unknown men with what they were wearing and the scars, they figured that they wouldn't even stand a chance fighting them. They knew that not even their modern weapons would help them, because these men looked faster and stronger. They figured that before anything that they would do, they would find themselves on the floor or worse, dead. So they didn't move or say anything, but they did keep a close eye on these unknown men.
A man wearing a very expensive tailored suit bravely walked up to the queen and the unknown men. He stood six foot two with salt and pepper hair, and had dark cobalt-blue eyes. He gulped before bowing to queen Elizabeth. She looked at the man before speaking. 'Lord Anderson, please summon my grandson prince William and my granddaughter in-law Catherine to come see me at once, and do bring my great grandson. It wouldn't do to have him without them for too long.' Ordered queen Elizabeth. The man bowed without saying a word before turning on his heels leaving in a hurry. Everyone in Buckingham Palace knew that if the queen gave you an order, you hopped to it and did as you were commanded. Queen Elizabeth walked over and sat down on a nearby chair waiting for her grandson to arrive. She was stern at times, but she was also very patient and understanding. She told the unknown man who had her by the arm that her granddaughter in-law had given birth not that long ago so she was learning what being a new mother was like.
The unknown man grinned and showed very sharp teeth which kinda scared everyone who was just standing around in shock. Queen Elizabeth glanced around the room while waiting for her grandson and his new family, and without having to say anything everyone went right back to their duties. Prince William and his wife Catherine who was carrying a very young prince George came walking in two hours later. They looked very confused and wondered why they were called to Buckingham Palace. Queen Elizabeth stood with grace as her grandson prince William walked over and bowed before kissing his grandmother on her cheek. Princess Catherine did the same, while her son prince George became a bit squirmy in her arms with a smile on his cherub little face. The unknown men smiled not showing their teeth so they didn't scare the young prince. They knew that children were a blessing and a gift from their goddess.
Queen Elizabeth looked to her grandson William and spoke to him as a grandmother, but also as the queen of Britain. 'William a word with you and Catherine in private. Follow me.' She said and begun to walk off with the unknown men. Both new parents had to look at each other in confusion before walking behind the queen a few steps. Within a few minutes queen Elizabeth made it to her ornate red and gold thrown room. Thanks to her abrupt disappearance, Buckingham Palace was evacuated so no tours were going on. The doors to queen Elizabeth's thrown room closed causing prince William and princess Catherine to become quite concerned. The queen looked to the unknown man who walked beside her giving him a nod which he nodded back before pulling off his shield. Seeing the concerned looks on her grandson and granddaughter in-laws faces, queen Elizabeth spoke. 'William, Catherine. I am very blessed to have lived for these past 88 years of my life. I am not going to say that I am perfect, and god knows I made my mistakes in the years I have lived. I lived through world war 2, I lost your great grandfather in 1952 and your great grandmother in 2002 just after your aunt had passed. Those days had broken my heart, but it was when your mother princess Diana died in 1992 was what really broke me. It didn't just break me; it shattered my spirit.'
'When she died in that horrible car accident it shattered my spirit because of you and your brother. You and Harry meant the world to her, and she was torn away from you both. Outside of the public, I cried so much that day. I don't know for how long I did, because I came to realize how important your mother really was in my life, no matter how angry she made me at times. Your mother really was a breath of fresh air that we so desperately needed. I was angry back then with what your father had done to her, and I regret never taking a more active role in helping your mother William. Not as the queen, but as her mother in-law. I regret never helping her come to terms with what being married into the royal family entails. I had to show myself as queen and stand strong, but as her mother in-law, I was very proud of her for all that she had done. She held herself high as a princess, and she became the people's princess, loved by just not you and your brother Harry, but to everyone. I have secretly watched you over the years, and even with your flaws and the mistakes you have made, you grew into the man you are today. William, Catherine, I think it is time that I pass the biggest royal secret to the next generation, to the both of you.' Said queen Elizabeth.
She walked up to William placing a hand on his shoulder with a grandmotherly smile on her face, while the prince and princess looked very confused. The queen guided them to a few chairs before taking one of her own. 'William, Catherine. This room and the other castles we own hold a very old secret. That secret dates back to before Britain ever existed. The red and gold that you see are not just to brighten this room and look flashy. The colors mean so much more. Please allow me to say what I need too.' Queen Elizabeth said kindly as she saw her grandson was ready to say something. Prince William acquiesced too his grandmother staying silent so she could finish her tale. 'William the world has many secrets to uncover, but the royal family has helped with hiding another world within the world. The old stories you have heard as a child about magic, knights of old, princess's, witches and wizards. Those stories are all real. The Catholic church may not like knowing that there is still witches and wizards, but they come to except the fact that they forced them into hiding. Only a few members of the church know and from time to time get help from a witch or wizard. The royal family plays a different role. We are tasked in protecting nineteen families. One family we hold even higher than our own. We hide the Potter family since they started the magical world as they call it, and helped in creating the royal family.'
'I am very fortunate to have seen this now twice in my life. I was witness to an eternal soul-bond between a very unique young man and his now wives. Yes William you heard correctly. I said wives, and it is only allowed for the Potter's to have more than one wife. I'm getting too old, and I know my life is coming to its end. It is time that I pass on succession to this knowledge to another royal. I have chosen you and Catherine to take on this heavy burden. You and Catherine are good strong kids. You won't have to do much.' Queen Elizabeth said before standing up and walking to her thrown. 'Great Merlin, Morgan, king and queen Pendragon. I queen Elizabeth call upon you to grant me the wisdom to do what must be done. Grant me the Potter tomes as written in our pact.' Said queen Elizabeth. The throne room darkened a bit and four banners appeared hanging from the walls. A few seconds later, four transparent apparitions appeared and they were floating only a few feet off the ground. Queen Elizabeth bowed in respect to each of them as William and Catherine were in stunned silents. Their son George giggled seeing these four as one smiled and waved at the young prince.
One of the apparitions glided to queen Elizabeth before speaking. 'Good queen, i join as thy pact as commanded. I king Arthur pendragon stand ere thou to hark thy crave of the Potter tome. What endues thy tome thee this day?' The apparition asked. The apparition that waved to prince George floated over to Princess Catherine before bowing. She quietly nodded unsure on what to say. 'Fair princess, I am queen Guinevere. I until hast a baby. He is special and most loved. May I look upon'm for a instant? I am oath bound to ne'r harm one of mine issue. Thou are issue and so is thy son.' Said the ghost of queen Guinevere….
{…End Of Flashback; The Present, Saturday, May 25, 2014: The Ministry…}
The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge was now back in his office with all the parchments that he left with and the new ones he found in the hall of records. He looked completely pale as he read one of the parchments. Albus Dumbledore sealed what looked like a fake will, which the minister knew that it was a complete lie. What got his face to turn pale was the fact that Albus Dumbledore granted himself six Orders of Merlin; First class. Two that belonged to Lord James and lady Lilly Potter, and one to a baby Harry. Lord Franklin and lady Alice Longbottom along with the son was awarded the same prize. If that wasn't bad enough for the minister's face to turn white, it was a complete list of potions that were given to lord Frank and Lady Alice Longbottom that really did it. Albus Dumbledore was not the man witches and wizards thought he was. The man was darker then lord Voldemort, and now Cornelius had proof. However with his popularity, there was no way he could fight against those who worshiped him like a god. Cornelius poured himself another shot of Ogden's Old Firewhisky before downing the amber liquid in one go.
One the fiery liquid stopped burning his throat Cornelius canceled the awards Albus gave himself and wrote out new ones for Harry Potter's entire family. He did need to speak with Amelia about getting a list of other families who deserved an award. It would only be the right thing to do since they lost so much like everyone else did. Cornelius sat back in his chair and thought over his next move since the Ministry had failed who they were sworn to lead. He sat forward after several long minutes of thought and begun to write out his resignation letter, which wouldn't be enacted until all of executive orders were carried out to its conclusion. Cornelius wrote out a 4,000,000 galleon bank slip for Amelia's auror department. If he was going to get a clean start, then why not fund the auror department giving them some real teeth. Cornelius sat back in his chair after pouring another shot of Ogden's Old Firewhisky. He raised it up as he spoke to himself. 'To you Harry Potter, may your new life be a happy one without trouble.'He said before downing the last shot. Cornelius knew that his Transfiguration and Charms skills weren't the best, and he always leaned on other witches and wizards like Albus Dumbledore, Lucius Malfoy and Dolores Umbridge in his nine year career being the Minister Of Magic. He was in Slytherin House during his school days at Hogwarts, but now he knew that he was just a weak wizard relying on everyone else to get ahead in life. After some time deep into his own thoughts Cornelius needed some help for the last time. He picked up all the parchments off of his desk and walked right to Amelia Bones's office…
Cornelius knocked on Amelia's door and waited for her to answer. "Come In…" She said. The minister of Magic walked in closing the door behind him. Once he sat down, Cornelius put the parchments down onto Amelia's desk speaking. "Amelia, I need you to enact these at the proper time. There is four executive orders that will be in the next Wizengamot meeting. I have pardoned Sirius Black of all charges with compensation of 12,000,000 galleons for wrongful imprisonment. I'm going to be paying this out of my own personal vault. I also have written my resignation letter with a full list of names that I took bribes from." Said Cornelius. Amelia hid her surprise well, but raised an eyebrow looking at the minister for a few minutes. Folding her arms she finally replied. "And what made you do this Cornelius, and what is it you are trying to do?" She asked not taking her eyes off of him.
Cornelius lowered his head and his light-blue eyes looked down at the floor. "Total disclosure Amelia, what I learned about Harry Potter today made me rethink my entire career, well that and the threat from magic herself. How you spoke to me when we were in director Cirsurx's office. I am a weak minister that always relies on Albus Dumbledore, Lucius Malfoy and Dolores Umbridge's advice. I have listened to them for too long. The scars on the boy really hit home and I should have done what I should have done long ago. I should have listened to my own gut instead of the gold lining my pockets. I am stepping down as minister once that I know Harry Potter will be safe. I need you to hide my resignation letter until that time comes. I know you will be looking into the bribery charges, and I will except my fate. I have a Gringotts bank draft for 4,000,000 galleons. I am going to give that to your department so you can have a bit more of a bite for your aurors. When I resign, I am going to make you the next minister of magic. You have a no bullshit, take no prisoners way of doing things. I think that is what the wizarding world needs." Cornelius said.
Amelia Bones stayed quiet for several minutes eyeing Cornelius. She then looked through all the documents and her eyes rose. She looked back to Cornelius before speaking. "Cornelius, your actually serious. You listed all the witches and wizards who bribed you. You also contained warrants for Peter Judas Pettigrew, provided that the little bastard is still alive and you actually stripping him of his Order Of Merlin: First Class. You're even unsealing the Potter's real wills and have me look into who put Sirius in Azkaban? You're actually recalling the ban on using veritas-serum to all the purebloods who followed Voldemort in the last war? You know how much damage I can do with that? This can close a lot of unsolved cases. Your awarding Harry's parents and Neville's with an Order of Merlin: First Class. You even have an order for Dumbledore and Snape to stay away from Harry and his family and friends. Pretty ballsy, but your headed in the right direction. I'll be honest with you Fudge, this may hurt your career, but you're doing the right thing. Today really changed you Cornelius. I guess seeing the real Harry Potter helped you see your mistakes. I'll keep these hidden from prying eyes for now. I'll help keep you in office until Harry Potter is safe. But after that all bets are off. As far as me becoming minister for magic? I will have to decline. I am better suited to stay as the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement I think Augusta Longbottom would be a better fit Cornelius. You've seen how she is in the Wizengamot; she is fierce and doesn't back down. That woman has a good head on her shoulders and a good sense of justice." Said Amelia. This caused the minister of magic to now look up. Amelia and Cornelius sat in her office continuing to have a long discussion on several issues and about the ministry. No one in wizarding Britain knew that things were getting ready for the changes that were about to come…
{…Ending Of Second Year; Saturday, May 25, 2013: Gringotts Bank…}
While Harry, Hermione and her parents were sleeping in The Leaky Cauldron, and Amelia Bones was in her office talking with Cornelius before leaving for Hogwarts; Director Cirsurx had his long fingers steepled and his elbows on his desk deep in thought. 'Lord Potter is an amazing youngling. He survived the killing curse and then he survived several scrapes with death. What will that youngling do next?' He asked himself. Cirsurx undid his fingers after his thought and pulled a silver orb from his desk. Using his goblin magic he made it glow, and within a few minutes three goblin heads appeared. They were in 3-D, but looked see-through. If any muggle, first generation witch, wizard, or any muggle-raised saw the three heads; they would think it came from some type of space fantasy show one would watch on television. The silver orb had red dots on it indicating they were from Italy, France and Switzerland. These three new goblins were the directors of Gringotts Italy, France and Switzerland. Gringotts, London was the main branch for the banks around the world, and the three goblins were a part of Cirsurx's clan.
They were direct descendants of Brashbone the mighty. He single handily brought all the warring clans together. It wasn't until the 2nd century when a wizard named Leagros, and a witch named Deineira came to his aide. He was out hunting when he was attacked by his own people. Leagros and Deineira gave Brashbone the mighty the name Brashbone Aurum, which in goblin meant Gringott. He in turn called them Lord Leagros and Lady Deineira Potter since they had pottery with them. The rest of the history was lost throughout the ages, but even today The Potter family was a dear friend to the goblins. Director Cirsurx sighed looking into the silver orb before speaking in gobbledygook. […Sorry to wake you three up, but this is of the most urgent of matters. I spent the entire day with the new lord Potter. Some information is quite disturbing, and it has to deal with muggles, Albus Dumbledore and lord Potter. I had my suspicions about the correlation between Albus and lord Potter. I did a check on any known living relatives, and somewhere on your boarders is lord Charlus and lady Dorea Potter with lady Noémi Evans. I need you to find them. I think Dumbledore had done something for them to forget about lord Potter. They may not be aware of him being still alive, so I urge a bit of caution. Fix their memories before sending them to me. This must be your top priority…] He said.
The goblin from Switzerland spoke. […Cirsurx, if you suspect that Albus Dumbledore has done something to the new lord Potter, then why not behead him?...] The Swiss goblin asked. Director Cirsurx had to smile at the Swiss goblin. It wasn't just any goblin in the nation, but a very special one. This goblin was the first female goblin to ever hold the title of director. She wasn't just special to the nation, but to him personally. […Evangeline, you're a bit bloody, but it has merit. As much as I want to behead the old wizard, we can't. This would start another wizarding and goblin war. Dumbledore has too much political power right now. We have to help the young lord Potter, and it's going to take the entire nation to do so...] Cirsurx explained, which Evangeline sighed. […Fine, Cirsurx. I'll do it your way…] She said. Evangeline only paused of a few seconds before she continued. […Speaking of younglings… your supposed to be my mate. When the hell are we to have the bonding of mates? We're the same age Cirsurx. Your father wanted our clans together and the bonding of mates will insure our clans stay strong. I want younglings…] Said Evangeline changing the subject, and making director Cirsurx's pointed ears droop.
The goblins from Italy and France gave off a goblin laugh at the pair. It was the goblin from France who spoke wiping away some goblin tears. […She has a point Cirsurx. Your our king, and your father appointed Evangeline as director of the Swiss branch so she can learn to stand by your side as your mate, but also as our queen. As your eldest cousin, it's time for you to be a goblin and go through the bonding of mates. Fifty years is long enough, it's time to have an heir…] Said the goblin from France. The goblin from Italy nodded before he chimed in. […Cirsurx, as your second eldest cousin, I happen to agree with Throgg. You and Evangeline are perfect mates, it's time cousin and you know it. I don't want to push it, but you have no say in this now. We're your elder council have given you enough time. You're going through the bonding of mates, and if I have to drag you by the point of my blade I will...] Said the Italian goblin in a harsher tone.
The Italian goblin continued changing the subject. […Leaving your bonding of mates aside for the moment… What can you tell us about the A-1? And how can we find lord Charlus and lady Dorea Potter with lady Noémi Evans? There has been no gold flowing out of the vaults. Cirsurx, you told the A-1 that you're the director. I don't think the A-1 understands what that really means. I suggest that you tell him, and see if he would want to be a witness to your bonding of mates…] Said the Italian goblin. Cirsurx let out another sigh pinching the bridge of his nose wishing that his council would just advise him without giving him more headaches. […Fine Grimmlock, you and Throgg win. If the other goblin council members wish for me to go through the bonding of mates with Evangeline, then I'll do it. If lord Potter has to go through his own bonding of mates with his soul-bonded, then I as king shouldn't hold off any longer. I'll speak to lord Potter about being a witness for the bonding of mates. As far as looking for lord Charlus and lady Dorea Potter with lady Noémi Evans, look in the muggle world. They have business's there and blend in very well with the muggles…] Answered director Cirsurx. This made goblin Evangeline show a toothy grin. However the mentioning of soul-bonds peeked the three goblin's interest.
Director Cirsurx let out a low growl wanting to stab himself with his own blade for letting that information slip. He spent the next hour and a half explaining his interaction with Harry Potter and who was in the meeting with him. The three goblins were shocked when Cirsurx said that magic herself was there and every one of Harry's now wives were soul-bonded through her. The topic of if Tom Riddle was still alive came up, and Cirsurx had said there was a great chance he was. It was all up to medi-goblin Linx and what she had found once the tests on Harry Potter and his witches were done.
He told the three of them to be on a war footing until he told them differently. Just before Cirsurx closed off the silver orb, he called another member of his clan who assisted Evangeline. He told him that he would be the new branch manager for Switzerland since she would be heading back to Britain in two days for the bonding of mates ceremony. He was also updated on what was happening and what he was told to do. With a nod, director Cirsurx disconnected the silver orb. He stretched his arms over his head before getting up from his desk leaving all the Potter information alone for a while. He knew it was going to be a long night, and leaving all the Potter information out in the open would cause the culprit who was stealing from the Potter accounts helping Dumbledore would slip.
He would make sure that the goblin would pay dearly and so would the rest of his clan. He called for several goblin vault-sorters to meet him by the mine carts. He then called for several of his best curse-breakers, warders and craftsmen. He told them to be waiting for his return and call. He said that they would have a job to do when he returns to his office. Director Cirsurx then used some ancient goblin magic that only his clan knew about, which was a hidden camera spell. The spell was placed in all four corners of his office next to the ceiling, one behind his chair and one just above his desk. Those two were facing all the Potter information and his desk drawers. He wasn't a stupid goblin, but he would be damned if the goblin who was stealing for Dumbledore would ever do it again. He wanted that goblin's head on a pike, and he was going to make sure of it. Once he got ahold of the goblin, he would confront him when his highest client Harry Potter, his wives and family were meeting with him…
{…Ending Of Second Year; Saturday, May 25, 2013: Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office…}
As director Cirsurx was walking down the twisting corridors of Gringotts bank, Albus Dumbledore was not having a great night. He felt the wards of Hogwarts move which let him know that Minerva McGonagall and Filius Flitwick had returned from their appointment several hours ago. He knew that his toy Harry Potter, several witches and the Longbottom boy had left with the two professors. He wanted to gain control of Harry Potter and find out what he knew. He wanted to keep the boy frail and weak for his own gain, but when he greeted professor McGonagall back in her office, he was surprised to see that Harry Potter wasn't with her. None of the students her and professor Flitwick left with was in her office. "Ah, Minerva. Where is Mr. Potter and the rest of the students who left with you and professor Flitwick?" Asked Dumbledore. Minerva McGonagall crossed her arms and her lips thinned into a straight line, while Filius made a low growl. Professor McGonagall wanted to send several curses at the old man that she had respected for nearly fifty years, but she held her tongue.
Minerva gave Albus a glare that could freeze hell before replying coldly to the aged headmaster. "Unfortunately Albus, Mr. Potter was injured accidently and is with the goblins getting medical help. Mr. Potter's witches didn't want to leave his side, so it left me as deputy headmistress to make the final decision. I chose for them to stay since it wouldn't do them any good to come back. They wouldn't even be able to concentrate on their school work." She answered. Minerva knew that what she said was nothing but dragon-shit, but she knew Albus Dumbledore a lot better then he thought. Filius Flitwick cracked a grin that would even make a goblin proud. Professor McGonagall didn't give the headmaster any time to speak. "Now, if you'll excuse me Albus, but I have some work to catch up on and things to do before professor Flitwick and I collect our wayward students tomorrow." Minerva told him. Albus had to look between Filius and Minerva for several minutes. He knew that he was being dismissed. Albus just nodded slightly before turning on his heels walking out of Minerva's office.
Albus now had a bigger problem; Harry Potter was with the goblins and that just wouldn't do for him or his plans. He needed to know everything, after all, he was the chess-master and he prized knowledge even if it wasn't his own. For over 120 years, Albus Dumbledore stole almost every known house's secrets, hording that knowledge for himself. He even knew most of Hogwarts like the back of his hand thanks to the portraits and the Hogwarts house-elves. He didn't know everything about Hogwarts however, and that burned him to his core. He wanted to know the secrets of Hogwarts ever since he first entered the school, but he was blocked. He knew that the founders Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin and Helga Hufflepuff built the school leaving secrets for worthy students to find. The Hogwarts kitchens for example, were from Helga Hufflepuff. His own office was from Godric Gryffindor and even that had more secrets. Salazar's fabled 'Chamber of Secrets' were found just this year. However Harry Potter never shared where the chamber was. Rowena Ravenclaw had used some of her magic to hide a room, but he never could find it. Through his days as a student, through his days as Transfiguration professor, and even today as headmaster a lot was still unknown to him. Albus shook his head just as he made it to the gargoyle leading up to his office. He needed to start making new plans for his toy Harry Potter….
While Albus was in his office, Minerva McGonagall let out a sigh before her Scottish Highland side showed. «…Carson a tha a' mhàthair sin a' fuck seann ghobhar feusag bhàn! Tha beagan nerve aig an asshole fucking sin! Mura b' e bana-bhuidseach a bh' annam le mothachadh air ceart agus ceàrr, bhithinn a' tionndadh a sheann asal rùisgte a-staigh!...» She said in her native tongue. Minerva wasn't finished as she added a few Gaelic curse words and throwing an empty drinking glass at the door of her office. Filius had to chuckle at himself seeing his old friend blow off some anger. Over the years as a professor Minerva taught the diminutive charms professor Gaelic, and she only showed that side when she was really pissed. Of course, Minerva showed a bit of her Scottish temper when a student got her ire up, but nothing as bad as she was now. He just thanked Sarya that she kept her magic under control and that no student or professor had seen her this riled up. He knew that Snape came very damn close once, but then again, he would have loved to have seen the bat of the dungeons get turned inside out and upside down.
Once Minerva was calmed down she slumped in her chair behind her desk, and Filius took a seat on the other side. "Feeling better Minnie?" He asked with a wry goblin grin . Minerva rubbed her eyes letting out a deep sigh before answering. "Not really Filius, but I'll manage. I can't believe Albus had the balls to question where one of my lions is at, let alone his witches. What bothers me is what we found out today. I always argued with Albus about where Harry Potter was living. I thought that the Dursley's were his only family. I don't remember Lilly's sister. I didn't even know she went to Hogwarts. I didn't even know that I was Harry's godmother let alone his magical guardian Filius. What the hell happened to me? We all have failed Harry; I have failed him as his magical guardian and as a godmother. How can I look at him knowing that I am a complete failure? How can I make this up to Harry?" She asked.
Filius Flitwick looked at his longtime friend for several long minutes trying to piece together what happened fourteen years ago when Voldemort fell. He couldn't come up with a logical answer. "I don't know what happened Minnie. From what I can remember is that you told me to look after the school since you would be away from it for a while. You didn't act strange or show signs of being under the imperious curse. I think the goblins can help piece together what happened that night for you. As Mr. Potter said, everyone makes mistakes Minnie. You're no different. The blame lies with Dumbledore. Making things right is not an easy task, but knowing you, you'll figure something out. You always do." Answered professor Flitwick trying to ease his friends concerns. "Thanks Filius, I'll ask them tomorrow. Do you think Albus is behind the memories and the fog? And if he is, who else did he do this too?" Minerva questioned. Filius shrugged his shoulders shaking his head as he gave an honest answer. "I don't have a clue if Albus is behind this, but all the evidence is pointing in his direction. As for the other staff, I can't give you an answer. However Poppy has been here as the Hogwarts medi-healer the same day you became a professor. She might be under the same issue you were. I suggest that you look into Mr. Potter's medical file and those of his witches, friends and who are now family. It may give us some clues on what is going on. I'll send word to director Cirsurx that there might be another witch joining us tomorrow." Replied Filius.
Minerva nodded before looking at her old friend speaking as she thought of next year. "I'll check on that Filius. What do you think for the next school term for Harry and his witches. I have seen Harry's scores and he has all outstandings minus Potions, Astronomy, History of Magic and Herbology. He has an Exceeds Expectations in Astronomy, History of Magic and Herbology. If Severus could, he would give Harry a Troll, but he knows not to piss me off when it comes to my lions. So he just gave him an Acceptable, which barely passes. Harry's knowledge isn't the best on subjects, but I think he is holding back. Why I don't have a clue. How would you feel if I gave you a job? Nothing too difficult and it wouldn't interfere with your classes." Said Minerva. Filius Flitwick looked a bit puzzled at his old friend wondering what she had in mind.
He thought for a few minutes before gesturing for her to continue. He wanted to know what she had planned. "Well Filius, I was thinking that you can test Harry in British Geography, British History, English Literature, Foreign languages, Latin, Mathematics, World Geography and World History. He was raised in the muggle world so this should be easy for him. The reason I am asking is because of the three electives. I was going to offer him classes in Ancient Runes, Arithmancy and Care of Magical Creatures. I know this might be pushing a lot on to him, but if Poppy is okay with it, then maybe some extra classes on healing and Human Biology? But I am still on the fence with those two. I know Hermione, Daphne, Penelope, Angela and Padma would try and take every class, but I'll get them to see reason. I was also thinking about excusing their finals due to the events that are now playing out. I would love to hear your thoughts before going any further Filius. A sound ear away from Albus is needed here, and for right now, you're the only one I can trust." Explained professor McGonagall.
Filius sat forward a bit in his seat to think over what Minerva explained. After thinking over the pros and cons of what Minerva explained, a toothy goblin grin came across the charms professor's face. "I think I can test Mr. Potter on his British Geography, British History, English Literature, Foreign languages, Latin, Mathematics, World Geography and World History Minnie. It would have to be over the summer holiday. If you're okay with it, I want to test Mr. Potter in potions. I know of a goblin who is a master, and I bet ten galleons Potter will pass. This would show that Severus is not doing his job as a professor properly. I've heard the rumor mill about his class through some of my ravens about his teaching style. I was told he doesn't allow cleaning of the instruments; he doesn't show the proper cutting technique or any other steps. He doesn't even explain why every step in brewing a potion is important for their safety. Yet he complains on melted cauldrons and how stupid his students are. This can give us a way to get him out of potions. That aside, I think there will be trouble brewing once the new term starts next year for Mr. Potter, his wives, family and friends. Call it a goblin hunch. However I think you might want to sign a few transfers out of Hogwarts for Mr. Potter and his new family." Said Filius since he was half-goblin.
Minerva nodded her agreement before replying. "I was going to anyways Filius. I'll have all the documents and all of those children's records, and medical files ready by the time we leave in the morning. I hate to see those kids go, but how could I not. These last two years inside Hogwarts has been hell for them. They don't trust Albus and I can't blame them now that I am thinking clearly. It is better for them to leave Hogwarts then to stay and fight for their lives every year. I would go with them, and I still might. But it is just the two of us that are keeping Hogwarts alive and running. We both know Albus keeps things close to his chest and we don't know if the rest of the staff has been messed with. We need to stay Filius and help." Answered Minerva making the old charms professor nod. The floo roared into life. Minerva looked down and saw the face of Amelia Bones as she spoke. "Minerva, is it okay to step through with my aurors? We'll take Lockhart into custody." Amelia said. Minerva looked a bit embarrassed as she answered. "Oh, sorry about that Director Bones. Professor Flitwick and I have been discussing Harry Potter and his new family. We were discussing the kids leaving Hogwarts for their own safety. I do apologize that I forgot to call you about that piece of shit in our dungeons."
"I want that pedophile rapist out of Hogwarts faster then you can say quidditch. Give me a minute and I'll set my floo for you to come through." Minerva replied. Amelia Bones couldn't help but to laugh. "Well Minnie, that's what I am here for. I'll get that sicko out of the castle before he can lose his bits. I got a call from three mothers already who want to hack Gilderoy's nutts off for getting their daughter's pregnant. Not only will that piece of shit be spending time in prison, but he is now on the hook for full child support. He won't have a knut to his name when he leaves Azkaban." Said Amelia making both Minerva and Filius grin like cats who caught a mouse. Professor McGonagall got up and reset her floo, and after about a minute Amelia Bones, John Dawlish, Austin Savage, Kingsley Shacklebolt and to her great surprise Cornelius Fudge came through. After some polite and not so polite introductions, Minerva and Filius showed Amelia Bones, John Dawlish, Austin Savage, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Cornelius Fudge down to the dungeons where Gilderoy Lockhart was being held. Along the way to the dungeons Albus Dumbledore made his presents known. "Amelia, Cornelius. Why are you in my castle? Surely the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the Minister of Magic has better things to do this evening." Dumbledore said sounding like a jovial grandfather.
Amelia looked up into Dumbledore's Caribbean-blue eyes not having any of his fake grandfatherly jibe. She put a piece of parchment into Albus's chest hard as she spoke. "This isn't your castle Dumbledore; you don't own it. It belongs to the rightful heir or heirs. Hogwarts stands on its own and the ministry won't interfere, however when complaints of sexual assault or illegal acts are reported to the Department of Magica Law Enforcement, I have every right to fucking come here. I have a warrant for Gilderoy Elliott Lockhart's arrest. He has been accused of statutory rape of female minors. I am here to bring him in for questioning. My aurors will be here for several days conducting an investigation and interviews of the victims. Minister Fudge is here to make sure that the arrest and interviews go on without interruption. You will not interfere and I don't care how many titles or awards you have; I'll throw your ass into one of my holding cells for obstruction of justice and interfering with an auror investigation. Now kindly step aside and let me do my job." Amelia said.
Albus Dumbledore had a disbelieving look on his face. He looked at Cornelius speaking. "Cornelius, you can't surely except this can you? Hogwarts is on Sovern ground; the ministry has no legal right to be here. I must insist that you both leave this castle at once." Albus said like his words were an order and must be followed. Nobody moved and after a few minutes of silents Cornelius looked at Albus Dumbledore replying. "Yes Dumbledore your of course are correct that Hogwarts is on Sovern ground, and the ministry has no say in its education. However in article 12, paragraph 4, section 15; it states that if Hogwarts students were attacked by either a professor, monster or an outside force. The Department Of Magical Law Enforcement must be called in and either arrest the one committing crimes against students or start an investigation. Since there was attacks on eight of your students and an accusations of rape against minors. We have every right to be here whither you like it or not. Now step aside and let us do our jobs Albus, or I'll have Amelia arrest you right here and now where you stand." Said Cornelius before walking right past the headmaster.
Amelia Bones had a smirk across her face before glancing over at Minerva. "Minerva, would you please show the minister and us to the dungeons. I want to get that sicko out of this castle as soon as possible and away from the children." Stated Amelia. Albus looked like a statue as Amelia, Cornelius, Minerva and Filius walked past him with the rest of the aurors not believing that his words were not taken as law. He didn't know how things were now going wrong in his castle. Blinking a few times Albus turned on his heels and headed back to the headmaster's office. He had to think on his next move, and it all had to deal with his toy Harry Potter. He needed the boy back inside Hogwarts so he could control him. Without that control he couldn't steal everything from him before he was murdered making it look like an accident…..
{…Ending Of Second Year; Saturday, May 25, 2013: Around Hogwarts Castle, After Dinner…}
As Amelia, Cornelius, Minerva and Filius was headed down to the dungeons with aurors to arrest Gilderoy Lockhart. Up in the Gryffindor Common Room it was quiet after there was a lot of talks about what was going on. Everyone was in their dorm room except two redheaded twins. They were sitting at a table closest to the fireplace with parchment and quill in their hands. Both twins were none other than Ronald and Ginevra Weasley. They were pissed off that two Bindi's put them in their place. Ron asked his twin sister what a Bindi was, which caused Ginevra to roll her eyes before explaining. Both twins were tired of getting shot down by Harry Potter, his witches and friends every time they opened their mouths or did something towards them.
Fred and George were no help siding with Harry Potter and his group, and even their eldest brother 'Perfect Percy' wasn't able to help. For Ron and Ginny it was time to call in the big guns, their mother. Ron and Ginevra knew that when their mother Molly read their letters home, she would come storming up to Hogwarts. She would force potions onto Harry's bitches and then force a potion down his throat. Ginny really wanted Harry since she was told as a little girl that she would be the next Lady Potter. Ron got it into his head that once the famous Harry Potter was away from his bitches, he then can swoop in and make the mudblood Hermione Granger his whore. He would make her into his personal sex slave along with the other bitches Harry had walking around the school with him. Once he had Harry's bitches, he would be able to sit back and just think of eating food, chess and quidditch. In Ron's mind, the only thing Harry's bitches were good for was to service him and do as he told them too….
On the other side of Hogwarts, deep down in the dungeons, Draco Malfoy was having the same idea. He was writing to his father while he had his pants down around his ankles. Pansy Parkinson had her mouth around his little cock. She wasn't there by choice. Ten minutes prior both Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle drug her out of her bed. How the two bookends that had four braincells each got into her room was a mystery. Vincent had her legs while Gregory had her arms before throwing her onto the black leather couch in Draco's room. They ripped her nightgown off before tearing off her bra and panties. They had a smirk on their faces while Pansy was shaking in fear wondering what they were going to do to her.
Before the two bookends of Draco's could try anything he had his 'body guards' bring her over to him. After undoing his pants and sat down, Draco had both Crabbe and Goyle force Pansy onto her knees. Goyle had his hand on the back of Pansy's head forcing her to suck on Draco's cock. The little blonde ponce started to write a letter to his father while Pansy was being humiliated. She knew that if she went to professor Snape, he would ignore her pleas. Even if she went to madam Pomfrey or another professor what happened, Snape would tell them that she was lying. Pansy wished that she had a guy like Harry to be her hero. Through her tears, Pansy prayed with all of her might that she would still have her virginity by the end of the year. Her family was always a gray family and sided with those who aligned themselves who were close to their beliefs. Little did the young Slytherin know that things in her future would be turning brighter. Someone was watching and always has been since she entered Hogwarts…
After Padma and Parvati Patil chewed out the entire school for what happened to Harry Potter over the last two years, students didn't like what they heard and decided to act. Letters from the lion's den and the snake pit were not the only ones being written. Letters from the Ravenclaw nest to the badgers den were being written. Letters from the very short to lengthy five pieces of parchment long would be finding their way to families all across the country. The owls of Hogwarts were going to have one busy night. Come tomorrow, their families would not be happy about the letters that were addressed to them. All the students hoped that wither the letters were good or bad against Harry Potter would make their parents send a few howlers in both Albus and Snape's direction. The students were not alone in writing letters. Professors Aurora Sinistra, Charity Burbage, Pomona Sprout, Poppy Pomfrey and Rolanda Hooch were writing their own letters. They were addressed to the minister of magic, Cornelius Fudge. Professors Aurora Sinistra, Charity Burbage, Pomona Sprout, Poppy Pomfrey and Rolanda Hooch were not happy and they were going to let him know about it….
Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his office and he didn't like what was going on inside his domain. All of the Hogwarts students were safely tucked up in their common rooms, but Amelia Bones, Cornelius Fudge and four aurors were now inside his castle. They showed up during dinner when all of the students were in the great hall. The double doors were open and everyone heard Amelia clearly point out that he didn't own Hogwarts, it belonged to the rightful heir. This bothered him because he knew exactly who the rightful heir was. It was none other than Harry Potter. What bothered Albus Dumbledore even further was that Amelia said she was there to arrest Gilderoy Lockhart and bring him in for questioning, because someone let it slip that he was having sex with some of the female students that was underage. He was being hauled in under statutory rape charges of female minors. Albus looked around the great hall and saw several faces of some female students looking relieved. He knew that they would talk, and he had no way to stop them.
Minerva and Filius didn't say a word to Albus and just pushed right past him. The last thing Minerva said was that his toy Harry Potter was with the goblin and that was before dinner in the great hall. He sensed an unsettling change in the atmosphere and whispered rumors about Harry and his group were talked about when they didn't return. A cloud of hushed tones and speculation, altering the school's typically vibrant environment really was unsettling for the headmaster. He reached for a lemon drop and popped it into his mouth and let the sweet sugary confection laced with a calming draught and compulsion draught take effect. Once it started to go to work, Albus pondered as a million questions raced through his mind. One question was never in doubt though, he needed to control Harry Potter. No, he wanted to kill Harry Potter and take everything away from his line. No one would ever question Albus Dumbledore. He was the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Order Of Merlin: First Class award holder, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot. No one would ever expect him in plotting the murder of everyone's hero. After all, he has always portrayed himself as 'The Leader of The Light' for nearly eighty plus years. The wizarding public would never believe that he was in all reality a dark wizard.
Albus didn't see what happened next since his eyes were closed. For nearly forty years Fawkes, his familiar, phoenix stood beside him even when the old fool made mistakes. Mistakes and a few misjudgments were one thing Fawkes could forgive and sooth Albus, but this couldn't be over looked. Plotting to kill a child over possessions is something the phoenix couldn't stand by and watch. It was time to leave. Besides, Fawkes got tired of Albus calling him a boy, when clearly she was a girl, and to top the matter off he always called her by the wrong name, it was Kalliope, the Greek name for 'Beautiful Voice'. What irritated the phoenix the most, besides plotting to harm a child; was the fact that Albus forgot one critical detail about her species. Female phoenix's have brighter feathers and were larger than their male counterparts. With one sad song left in her heart for her once friend, Kalliope sang as she took to the wind flying out the window. It was time for her to bond with a true master and friend. She even knew who she was going to bond with. After all only one human ever heard a more beautiful voice besides her own. Albus wouldn't know that his connection and her disappearance would be severed until later….
{…Ending Of Second Year; Saturday, May 25, 2013: Gringotts Bank…}
While things looked bleak inside Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for Albus Dumbledore, director Cirsurx was down in the vaults with the best team of goblin vault-sorters he was standing in front of vault number 8000. This was the main Potter Family vault. He let out a deep sigh before running a long finger down the center of the door. He spoke not looking at the sorting team in gobbledygook. […I will go in first, when I return, you will do an itemized account of everything. I want this vault searched from top to bottom, corner to corner. Nothing comes up missing…]Said Cirsurx in a growl. With a bow and a 'yes sire' coming from the goblin vault-sorters, director Cirsurx walked into the Potter Family vault. Inside the large cavern were several smaller ones. To the left was three of them. They were filled with gold galleons, silver sickles and bronze knuts stacked up to the ceiling and flowing out. To the right were three more smaller caverns, but these were filled with the Potter family books, paintings, armor and various other objects. Just by the door sat a book ledger on a stand. This was no ordinary book, however. The book was the book of Potter. It had a detailed record of what was in the vault, where it was at, what goblin put it there and what things were taken out and by whom. Director Cirsurx nodded to himself and was going to walk back out, but there were two paintings that caught the corner of his eyes. He knew that they weren't there the last time he was in the Potter vault.
He walked up and saw that both portraits were of Lady Lilly and Lord James Potter. "Hello king Cirsurx." Said the portrait of Lilly. "Hello Lady Lilly Potter. I didn't realize both of you were down here all this time." Replied director Cirsurx. The portrait of James nodded hearing the goblin director. "Actually we weren't old friend. I was in vault 1874 while Lilly was in vault 1873. Our portraits had a time delay on it. If our son didn't show up after a certain time, then we show up here." Explained the portrait of James. The portrait of Lilly was nodding her head as to confirm it. Lilly soon looked around hoping to see Harry come out from behind director Cirsurx. However after a few minutes she had to ask. "Where's Harry? I thought he would be with you Cirsurx."Lilly said.
Director Cirsurx let out a deep sigh pinching the bridge of his nose. This alarmed both portraits and the battle harden goblin begun to explain what he knew. He explained to the portraits of Lilly and James that Harry was living with a family named the Dursley's. That he was badly beaten, starved and used like a common house-elf for over fourteen years. This came as no surprise to director Cirsurx seeing the portraits of James and Lilly's faces go from shock to horror, to downright anger. Director Cirsurx wasn't done with his tale. He told both portraits about Harry's two years of his school life inside Hogwarts. All the traps, fighting Voldemort twice, and surviving a basilisk bite saving a friend. At this point, the portrait of Lilly wanted to jump out of her frame just to go strangle Albus Dumbledore with his own beard. It wasn't all bad news, however. Director Cirsurx did tell the portraits of Lilly and James that magic herself physically manifested. She told Cornelius Fudge, Amelia Bones, the muggle queen along with several others that their son had a soul-bond with eleven witches. This surprised both portraits, but once they heard the eleven girls' names, they seemed pleased.
Lilly soon told director Cirsurx that she never heard of the Dursley's, and James confirmed the same thing. Lilly asked about her younger sister Noémi and her in-laws. The portrait of James was wondering the same, and director Cirsurx let out another deep sigh. Both portraits of James and Lilly knew that director Cirsurx was about to give them some more bad news. He told them that he needed to explain everything in his office when it came to Lilly's baby sister and her in-laws. He wasn't holding out on giving them the information, it was just the vault-sorters were waiting outside their family vault to do an audit of what was there and what was missing. He said that Harry requested all of the vaults have it done. The portraits of James and Lilly understood and could wait until they were brought up to his office. Before director Cirsurx left the Potter vault, Lilly told him that her school trunk and James's school trunk should be taken out and be given to Harry. Before director Cirsurx could ask any questions James said that there were memories of him and his friends that Harry needed to see. Lilly chimed in saying that her school trunk held her journals and other things that could help her son, not to mention that he could fuse both trunks together.
Director Cirsurx raised an eyebrow at that, but the portrait of Lilly Potter couldn't help but laugh. "Director, I am sorry for laughing, but your face just made me start. I know goblins have a very dry sense of humor, but humans don't. Fourteen years ago, I charmed both mine and James's school trunks once I found out that I was expecting. I almost became a charms mistress before that. Our school trunks will combine into one. They would be more expensive than the ones you would find at 'Globus Mundi Traveling Trunks and Tents'. It would be one of a kind and you won't find another one like it." Explained the portrait of Lilly. Director Cirsurx kinda understood what lady Lilly Potter explained but there wasn't any time left to go into much fuller detail. He had to let his best goblin vault-sorters inside so they could do an audit of the Potter family vault. The portrait of James pointed director Cirsurx to where their school trunks were. It didn't take the director long to find them along with some other things Harry might like to have. He shrunk everything placing them in his pocket and wrote down what was taken out of the Potter family vault before leaving. With one stiff growl for a warning that nothing should be taken out, director Cirsurx left heading back to his office. He spent enough time in the Potter Family Vault that whoever was stealing for Dumbledore would have slipped by now. It was time to catch a fly in a spider's web…
{…Ending Of Second Year; Sunday, May 26, 2013: The Ministry Building…}
While director Cirsurx was on his way to catch his little fly, Amelia Bones returned from Hogwarts to her office with Cornelius Fudge. The Minister of Magic said his goodbyes and told Amelia that he would be seeing her again in the morning. He needed to go home and think over the day's events before getting some sleep. This day was a day stock full of stark revelations, surprises and shocks. Cornelius needed some time to think things over outside his ministerial office. Little did Cornelius Fudge and Amelia Bones know; someone was listening in on what they were discussing. A small girly giggle came from another office. Amelia left senior auror Oakley Pearce with aurors John Dawlish and auror Austin Savage at Hogwarts to start conducting interviews with all third through eighth year female students, while her, Kingsley and the minister took Lockhart to a Department of Magical Law Enforcement holding cell. Auror's Austin Savage and John Dawlish were good aurors, but they had been written up several times since they came out of boot camp. Several complaints where written about their conduct. Most of those complaints were trying to arrest six year old first generation witches and wizards for accidental use of magic, trying to obliviate their families memories about magic and arresting them. Slamming children down to the ground by force, and many other numerous complaints.
Amelia hoped that the threat of losing their jobs would open their eyes. She said that the interviews would be their last chance if they wanted to keep their jobs. They were to conduct themselves as professionals and first class auror, Oakley Kobi Pearce would be watching them closely. He would help in the investigation, but report back to her on any misconduct. Which meant them losing their jobs. Amelia stretched her arms over her head and looked at her clock. It was getting later in the night and she wasn't done yet, she had a lot more to work on. Wizarding Protective Services was closed for the night and wouldn't be open until 7:00 Am. She was going to find any records there for Harry Potter. Since the office was closed, she stood up and left her office. She headed straight for the Office of Records and then hunt down anything that mentioned Harry Potter. Not even a single scrap of parchment would be overlooked no matter how small. It was going to be a very very long night, and Amelia would need a strong pepper-up potion and some coffee come the morning…
{…Ending Of Second Year; Sunday, May 26, 2013: The Leaky Cauldron…}
The following morning, Harry and Hermione woke thirty minutes before they had their wakeup call at 8:00 Am. Both young teenagers felt refreshed and a bit embarrassed at the state they woke up in. They didn't know how, but sometime during the night they managed to not have their nightwear on. They woke up completely naked. After a few awkward moments, they realized that sleeping naked was pretty enjoyable. They already had done some foreplay on The Hogwarts Express with Daphne, Katie, Penny, Angela, Cassie, Nymph, Susan, Padma and Parvati. They slept in the same bed once, but they didn't sleep naked. It was just because they stayed up late talking almost the entire night. This was different and they liked how each other felt. Harry and Hermione took another quick bath together and got dressed. Hermione laid out a pair of black slacks, a short sleeved dark blue shirt and his black shoes that was bought yesterday at 'Twilfitt and Tattings'. for her husband Harry. She couldn't help but smile at the fact that she called Harry Potter her husband. It always did as she thought of it. After Hermione's husband got dressed and ready for the day she didn't know what was about to happen. Hermione put on a slip before sliding into a form-fitting light lavender-blue dress. Her eyes widened in shock as Harry came up behind her and started to kiss just below her right ear. This was a sensitive spot for her. It was one spot that always turned her on.
With Harry's warm breath and a nibble to her earlobe it compounded her want and desire. Hermione wanted to whip around, take off her husband's clothes, strip out of her dress and drag her raven-black haired, bright emerald-green eyed husband back to the bed. She wanted to show the man she loved in the entire world how much she did love him. She would fuck his brains out if she could, spending the entire day in the bed. However she needed to control her sexual desire since they were meeting up with her parents for breakfast and Harry's other wives and family right after. "Hhhuuummm… Harry you know that turns me on. I so want to fuck you baby, but you need to stop. If you don't we're not going to be leaving that bed for the rest of the day. We have to meet my parents for breakfast and then meet up with the girls. I really do need to finish getting ready love." Said Hermione as she was leaning against Harry. Harry smirked and gave his wife Hermione his sad puppy dog look causing her to giggle before speaking as she read his mind. "I know love, I love you too. I just wanted to show you how much I respect, honor, cherish and love you for who you are." Replied Harry. Hermione couldn't help but smile at Harry's proclamation. He actually respected, honored and cherished her. She turned around wrapping her arms around his neck before kissing him senseless. "Hhhuuummm… That my husband is for just being you. Besides honey, we still have a wedding to do before our honeymoon at Potter island. I think showing you how much all of us girls love you then will be a very very enjoyable experience for all of us." She said with a wink….
{…WARNING GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT…}
Harry smiled and wanted to kiss Hermione some more but she put a stop to that pushing him back gently. She let her dress fall to the floor before she let her slip fall next. Hermione grabbed Harry by his hand and drug him right to their bed. Even though what she said a few moments ago was true, she couldn't take it any longer. Hermione needed him, she wanted him, she craved him. "I can't take it any longer, fuck me Harry! Fuck me hard, fuck me deep. I want you inside me, I need you inside me, cum deep inside my womb. Oh god just fuck me already, fuck me hard and fast. Make me scream your name to the heavens, I want to feel you and give you a baby. Make love to me any way you want, I just can't wait any longer honey." Hermione begged in a wanting and desiring tone. Harry could see Hermione's glistening bright hazel-brown eyes. This wasn't because of who he was, or trying to trap him with a baby. It was the fact that Hermione wanted to show all the love she had for him, and her instincts to become a mother was driving her forward. Tenderly Harry leaned down and passionately started to kiss Hermione on her lips begging for entry. Hermione gladly obliged and their tongues started to wrestle for dominance. Hermione swiftly removed Harry's clothes and they started to explore each other's bodies.
Harry kissed and licked all the way down to Hermione's right 36-DD breasts, while one hand was tenderly rubbing the other. He pinched her light peach colored areola's and nipples a few times making her moan with delight. Her pussy folds was getting wetter and wetter by the minute. She wanted him deep inside her wet pussy and soon. Hermione wanted to moan, grunt and scream in pleasure just like what every woman has done in the past. She wanted and desired to do the same premortal dance that had been going on for millions and millions of years. Harry trailed kisses all the way down to Hermione's stomach as her legs open wider and wider for him. She really wanted Harry to eat her out, like he did on The Hogwarts Express and on several other occasions during school. Harry didn't disappoint when he reached her wet pussy and started licking her clit and just inside the folds. By now she was screaming his name having her fingers running through his raven-black hair and keeping his head right where she wanted. Harry and Hermione were enjoying their foreplay using her body before it was his turn to feel pleasure. Hermione was flat on her back as her breasts were bouncing, and her legs were open around Harry's head as he was sucking on her clit, sticking three fingers in her pussy driving them in and out like a jackhammer. She was in pure bliss and ecstasy being completely open and exposed to her husband Harry. Hermione could stay naked as the day she was born just for him if he ever asked it of her. Hermione was one happy witch as she was enjoying herself and was about to have sex for the first time….
{…END OF GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT…}
However, Hermione's happiness soon turned into a disapproving look. Both Harry and Hermione were so rudely interrupted when a knock on their door was heard. They quickly stopped with a groan and hurriedly got their clothes back on. Hermione wasn't a very happy witch. She was starting to have sex with her husband and someone just fucked everything up for them. With a scowl on her face she was determined to let whoever was at their door know about how unhappy she was. Hermione flung the door open and saw her mother standing there. She didn't care if it was her mother as she started yelling at her once she was inside and the door closed. "GodDamn it mom! You just fucking cock blocked me. For fuck sakes, can't I have one damn day with Harry alone? I have to share him already. I was going to be fucked for the first time getting wrecked….. Aaaahhhh! You're a real bitch, you know that? I want to be Harry's first time having sex and be the first one to get pregnant. You know a baby, a grandchild, but, oh, nnnooo… You just had to come fucking knock on our door and screw me out of one more god damn thing like you always do. What are you trying to do? Do you really want to kill me? Because your doing a dam good job of trying.. God damn it! I want to feel dominated, feel passion, love, fucked so hard that I lose focus being Harry's dirty little slut and every emotion imaginable. I want to scream, be free as a witch, and a woman all at the same time. But no you fucking had to ruin everything mother!" Hermione said right in front of her mother's face.
Geneviève Granger did go a bit red in her cheeks hearing what her daughter Hermione just said, and with the way Hermione's hair looked, she stopped them just before the main event. She may not have liked her only daughter being married at fourteen and gearing up to be a mother before she became an adult, but her only daughter was soul-bonded and that was the way it was. There was nothing she could do about it, and if she actually tried to rip her daughter away from her now husband Harry, it would kill her and him along with the other wives. Geneviève Granger had one blessing come out of it, and that was Harry himself. He has been her best friend from the off, and he was smart, respectful, kind, defensive and many other things she could name about the boy that would be a mile long. Geneviève was a doctor and with what she saw on Harry's back yesterday was a sight she never wanted to see again on anyone, it really made her sick and very pissed off.
Yet the boy that was now standing in front of her who eternally soul-bonded to her only daughter, still had great qualities that any mother in-law would die for. "I am sorry kitten that I stopped you from performing your wifely duties to your new husband and your husband performing his husbandly duties to you. I really didn't want to disturb the both of you, but your grandmother just showed up out of the blue. She insisted on that she meets your husband, more like demanded. But in any event, she is waiting down stairs in parlor room three with your aunts, uncles and cousins. You know how your grandmother gets when she is kept waiting, please hurry kitten and get straightened up. I don't know how she found us, but we'll find out together." Geneviève said. Hermione crossed her arms with a displeasured look across her face. "Why that no good pain in my ass bitch!" Hermione said.
Geneviève looked at her own daughter with a disproving look. "HERMIONE JEAN!"She shouted even though Hermione was completely justified. Hermione lowered her head knowing that cussing in front of her mother or father would cause them to yell at her. Harry looked confused between mother and daughter. And after a few minutes he had to ask what was the real problem, since he couldn't comprehend anything like grandparents, aunts or uncles as Hermione described them. "Excuse me for asking, but I am a bit confused here. What's wrong with Hermione's grandmother? I thought grandmothers were supposed to be the ones who spoil their grandchildren? Why such hostility towards Hermione's grandmother? I don't know my grandparents, my aunt and I never had cousins that loved me. All I know is how the Dursley's were and how they treated me." Harry said feeling a bit ashamed and a bit awkward. Hermione turned to face her husband giving him her signature eyeroll, however she knew that what Harry asked was fair enough questions after living with the Dursley's for so long. Harry was abused and treated lower then a house-elf feeling no love from his enslavers, so she told him the truth. "Reason One: My grandmother Sophie is from The Most Ancient and Most Ancient Noble House of Blondell, and just that alone makes her feel like she is queen bitch. I don't know how my grandmother became a Granger since she is my mother's mom, however it happened I don't care."
"Ever since I was born for as long as I can remember she has overbearing and thinks that she knows better than anyone else. She had never cared nor does she care about how people feel. She has always hated me and has tried to kill me since I was born. My grandmother has feared that one day someone in the family would take her power away from her. She rules the family like a dictator and not as a grandmother. It still doesn't give her the fucking right to choose for me on who I marry, or stop me from having sex with the man I love. I only want to have a family of my own with you, and my co-wives dear."
"My aunts, uncles and cousins are in somewhat the same manner. They all have run rough-shot over me my entire life. Don't you remember seeing those memories love? Second Reason: She thinks that having me married at the age of two is better for the family. She signed a marriage contract for me to marry Theodore Nott. But I have been married to you since I was born love. Don't ask me how I know because I am not sure myself. Believe me I am not going to be married to anyone besides you dear. Reason number Three: She just fucking cockblocked me from having sex for the first time and carry our first child. My period is starting soon and I wanted to be the first to carry our children. Now that is ruined. Reason Four: She has just insulted our house by demanding that you show up and bow-down to her like you're her bitch love. You're from the Most Honorable Ancient House and Most Ancient Noble House of Potter, and it is her that needs to bow out of respect. We hold a greater house then she does. I won't let you bow-down to a bitch like her. That is why I am royally pissed off. Of course not at you love." Hermione said angerly. Harry could see where the anger from Hermione was coming from.
Harry nodded and held onto Hermione as he answered. "Of course I saw your memories growing up Jeanie. I could only watch for a minute, because they were heartbreaking for me to watch any further. It reflected my own life before you." Harry replied. Hermione looked at her mother as her bright hazel-brown eyes darkened. "I don't give a damn if your going to yell and throw a pissing match. I am not going to tolerate grandmother's threats or the bullying from anyone in our house any longer. You know damn well what I did to please everyone including that bitch. Now she is trying to kill me again mom. You know I am married with an eternal soul-bond and grandmother is trying to kill me by ripping me away from Harry. I am going to tell off that old battle-axe once and for all, and fuck what everyone else says. You and daddy are not going to stop me. It's time for dear grandmother to learn when to keep her big nose out of other people's fucking business." Stated Hermione.
Harry had to smile at Hermione seeing her convictions. He looked at Hermione's mother keeping ahold of her. "With all due respect lady Granger, I will stand with Hermione on this. I may not know your family yet, but my Jeanie has suffered enough with no one standing up to protect your family. She has the guts to do it now with me at her side. As I said yesterday, I am unworthy of my wives love, but I'll spend the rest of my life to earn it. This is just one way I will prove it to you." Harry stated. Hermione didn't care how she looked as she marched right past her own mother dragging Harry along by the hand. So far this morning Hermione had no breakfast, got her foreplay interrupted which meant no sex and no bun in her oven. And she was really really wanting that to happen since the day they were eternally soul-bonded. Hermione was determined not to let her grandmother rule her life like she did with the rest of her aunts and uncles.
Being fourteen and married for the last two years wasn't going to stop her telling off her own grandmother. What Hermione didn't know was which aunts, uncles or cousins were in parlor room three, and she didn't give a shit. She forced open the door to parlor room three with a bang as her bright hazel-brown eyes flashed with anger, and her cool brown hair was sparking with electricity. Everyone in the room started to look at Hermione with fear seeing how pissed off she was while the young witch marched right up to her grandmother. With fury blazing in her bright hazel-brown eyes, Hermione hauled off and bitch slapped her grandmother speaking. "How fucking dare you show yourself now grandmother. I don't give a flying fuck what your old wrinkled ass has to say. You bitter, backstabbing, self-centered, bigoted bitch! You're not going to rule my life like you're doing with my aunts, uncles and cousins. I have done everything to please this family. I broke my back for all of you so kiss my fucking ass. I will no longer bow-down to a woman who really needs a good fucking. Oh sorry, forgot no one will touch your wrinkled old ass. Grandpapa Kobi would be rolling in his grave seeing what your wrinkled old ass has done to this family. I am fucking glad my parents don't listen to your bitching."
"Now listen closely you old hag. How dare you order my husband to come see you like he is your bitch. Harry James Potter is a fucking pureblood from The Most Honorable Ancient House and Most Ancient Noble House of Potter. It is you who should be bowing down to him. I am a married witch and your fucking wrinkled old ass just ruined having sex with my husband. You cockblocking old hag, I was trying to make a baby! And Another thing, how the hell did you know I was here with mom and dad?"Hermione said in one breath while her aunts, uncles and cousins gulped.
Everyone in the parlor had their mouths look like their jaws were going to hit the floor, while their eyes looked like they were going to pop out of their heads. "Hermione…" said a witch. Hermione turned her head glaring at who spoke. "Oh, keep your fucking mouth shut Tiffany, you're always grandma's favorite no matter if you open your legs for every guy you see. And this bitch does nothing. I feel sorry for aunt Sarah, because of how many times you have disrespected this family with your behavior. How many kids have you popped out this time? Or did you hide that truth from your parents like you always have? Your nothing more than a spoiled rich bitch living off of your daddy's money. Keep your fucking long ass nose out of this before I break it." Said Hermione in a cold tone cutting off who Harry now knew as Hermione's cousin. Hermione's cousin Tiffany went white as a sheet hearing her secret being spilled. Tiffany never told her parents that she got pregnant once. In fact she never said anything on how many times she was pregnant, or that she was now pregnant again for the fifth time in a row from her current boyfriend. Tiffany's parents folded her arms glaring at her after hearing the shocking news. It told her that they were going to have a very long talk later.
Harry noticed that she was wearing a pair of muggle jeans with holes up and down her legs in different places and she was wearing an American rock band T-shirt. It had the name 'Shinedown' written on the front with a broken and worn down piano picture underneath. Harry saw several people who were Hermione's family, but a stern old witch, wearing a nice upper-class dress was just sitting there holding a cane in her hands. The old witch may have a red handprint on her face, but she was looking between Hermione and Harry for several minutes as though she was trying to rip them apart with her mind. It was though she didn't even care as she was scrutinizing him like he wasn't worth shit in her eyes. Harry felt like he was the juiciest and the most expensive piece of meat at a butchers shop.
Slowly the old woman stood to her feet using her cane for support before walking over to both teens with an evil look in her eyes. "So your Lord Harry James Potter. Now that's a crock of shit if I have ever heard it, but I might as well humor you boy, your family is well recognized and respected. Let me properly introduce myself even though you deserve nothing from me. I shouldn't even be wasting my breath and it is you who should be bowing down to me, but I'm Lady Sophie Beth Granger, daughter to The Most Ancient and Most Ancient Noble House of Blondell. Nice clothes can't make up for not being a fucking skinny, boney ass, little boy. Your no fucking lord. Bow down and kiss my boots you want-a-be. I won't allow this bitch of a granddaughter to ever allow to marry someone like you. Not while I'm still breathing. She is going to marry scion Theodore Nott; he is better then you ever will be you piece of shit. Does this little bitch lie on her back and open her legs for you as a play thing making you feel good? That is all she is good for anyways. How much do you pay this little whore to open her legs and lay on her back for you?. Here is a Gringotts bank draft for 4,000,000 galleons. I hope you choke on it, now get the fuck out of my sight boy before I kill you and this bitch. Hermione is mine and you'll never see her again as long as I am breathing. I will make damn…"Sophie said in a discourteous and cynical tone laced in her voice, however her threats were stopped.
Hermione's grandmother Sophie had her nose in the air and looked down at Harry with her sable-brown eyes like she was going to tear Harry into a million pieces. Hermione's grandmother Sophie didn't know what was coming next and neither did the rest of the family. With a loud and quick 'SMACK', echoing in the room everyone forgot to breathe. Sophie was quickly rocked back and landed right back in her chair. Hermione stood towering over her own grandmother as her bright hazel-brown eyes were glowing in anger. Sophie raised her right hand to her now stinging cheek with a look of shock and surprise which was now written all over her face. She didn't know it yet, but her right cheek was cut and bleeding as a burn mark slowly appeared right above the cut. Hermione held up the Potter House lady's ring she was wearing on her left hand. "You're a dead woman if you keep opening your mouth like that. I don't give a damn if your my grandmother, I will kill you right where you sit if you open that fucking mouth of yours. You just insulted Lord Potter of The most Honorable Ancient House and Most Ancient Noble House of Potter for the last time."
"I will never do as you command and nor will my husband. You will show my husband the respect he is owed grandmother. You may be a daughter to The Most Ancient and Most Ancient Noble House of Blondell, but my husband's house is a hell of a lot older than yours is. He has every fucking right to declare a blood feud or down right kill you. As Lady Potter I will not listen to you or anyone here no longer. I busted my ass to please everyone, and what did I get? Every one here threatened to kill me all my life. You humiliated me, tortured me for the past fourteen years thinking I am worthless just like my old schoolmates. I am stronger now, I am loved and I am respected, I am honored by this man now standing at my side. I will stand tall and walk proud with my head held high as Lady Potter, and now it is fucking payback. It's time for a reality check. You fear losing power grandmother? Well let's see what the house magic has to say?"Hermione said as her magic was rolling off of her in waves.
All of her aunts, uncles and cousins had their jaws wanting to hit the floor seeing that no one in the family ever dared to hit their grandmother before. Hermione pulled her wand before she spoke with contempt in her voice. "I Lady Hermione Jean Potter née Dagworth-Granger, of The Most Honorable Ancient House and Most Ancient Noble House of Potter; Granddaughter to The Most Honorable Ancient House and Most Ancient Noble House of Granger, hereby request that the ancient house magic to come forth and decide if Lady Sophie Beth Granger of The most Honorable Ancient House and Most Ancient Noble House of Granger is still worthy of being named as Lady Granger. So Mote it be!" Hermione said resighting her house magical oath. Everyone in parlor room three was so dead silent, you could hear a pin drop onto the wooden floor beneath their feet.
Hermione knew that she couldn't be in the parlor room as her house magic decided her grandmother's fate. She looked at her grandmother with dead cold eyes before speaking once again. "Listen closely you bitch because I am going to say this just once and once only. I am a married witch. You're not going to get your own way on this grandma. Now it is up to the house magic to choose your fate. I am a married witch that is soul-bonded for all eternity. You dare to rip Harry away from me or any of his other wives, to get rid of me just because I am more intelligent then you? I will ask you one question and one question only. And you better tell me the truth or so help me I will kill you were you sit. How the fucking hell did you know where I was at with mom and dad? And who said it? You have five minutes to talk, Now talk!"Stated Hermione in a commanding tone.
Hermione's grandmother Sophie begun to go white as a sheet seeing her granddaughter look ready to kill her. She always feared Hermione since she was born knowing that one day she would take the power of house Granger away from her. She gulped before answering, however the evil look in her eyes appeared before one word was spoken. "Yeah, I hate you, and you're right. I want you dead Hermione. Everyone here hates you and wants to see your guts spilled onto the floor. You're a sufferable know it all, a thorn in our sides. I will never give you the power of the Grangers. It belongs to me and me alone. You what to know who told me where your at? Hahahahaha…. Stupid girl. Albus told me and promised me that I would be the most political and the most powerful witch in the world. You thought that I didn't know about your soul-bond girl. Your stupider then I thought. Of course I did. Albus told me to rip you apart from this half-blooded bastard. He is not worthy of the name Potter. Now here's my little secret. I killed Viola Granger. I had such delight seeing her disgusting bright hazel-brown eyes fade as I took her life. I wanted the Granger power; power is everything in this world. " She replied with venom before spitting in Harry's face. "I hope you die like your bitch of a mother did boy. Hahahahahaha…. Your whore of a mother died like the bitch she was at the hands of Voldemort. What a waist trying to protect you. She should have just stepped aside and let that psychopath kill you. All the Potter's should be wiped off the face of this earth. You're not fit to carry on The Most Honorable Ancient House and Most Ancient Noble House of Potter's name. You make me sick just looking at you." Sophie said with an evil distaste in her words.
Harry walked up and for the first time in his life did the unthinkable. He hauled off and slapped the old witch as his eyes glowed an even brighter shade of his emerald-green, and his magic was rolling off of him in waves making everyone in the parlor room feel like they were in the middle of a blizzard. Hermione ran up and grabbed Harry around his waist before he could do anything more to Hermione's grandmother. Hermione pushed passed her mother Geneviève and father Dylan Granger only to stop briefly. "Mom, I don't fucking care; that murdering bitch is not my grandma. I am out of here before either myself or Harry throws her ugly ass into acid or kill her out right. She just admitted to killing grandmama Vie. That bitch is not welcome to my wedding and she'll never see my children."Hermione told her. Hermione then continued walking and dragged Harry along not stopping. She wanted to get away from parlor room three as much as possible.
Geneviève sighed before walking in with her shocked husband Dylan. She closed the door before looking at her own mother. "Mom, your… Oh god I can't even look at you right now. How could you? How could you do something that cold. How could you just kill momma Viola like that? And what about Jeanie? That was your granddaughter who loved you, she looked up to you. All that girl ever wanted was your love and some praise from you, and yet you gave her nothing breaking that girl's heart. I am Hermione's mother and as her mother, I nor my husband Dylan can stay in here as our house magic decides your fate. May the goddess Fionna have mercy on your soul when you die." Geneviève said before looking to her husband Dylan. He looked pale and looked as though he was going to get sick. Even his twin brother looked sick with his wife Sarah. Geneviève looked to her in-laws throwing her hands up in displeasure seeing the sight of them. She grabbed Dylan by the hand and left parlor room three before things got worse. Amelia Bones needed to hear about what was told to them as soon as possible…..
When Geneviève and Dylan Granger walked out into the main part of The Leaky Cauldron, Tom the bartender tilted his head quietly towards a corner of the room. The normal morning crowd of witches and wizards were there but had said nothing. Both parents made their way to both young teens. Dylan might have guessed that due to Hermione's temper in defending her choice against her grandmother and other relatives was what kept everyone so quiet. However when both of Hermione's parents reached Harry and Hermione, both Dylan and Geneviève found out why the room was quiet. Hermione was in quiet sobs being comforted by Harry as their breakfast lay forgotten on the table. Sitting on the table with their breakfast was The Daily Prophet. Dylan picked it up and begun to read the headline:
Is The Boy Who Lived Married?
Story By Rita Skeeter
As the title of this morning's Daily Prophet asks the question to you our faithful readers. Is our savior The Boy Who Lived Married? Your faithful news hound Rita Skeeter has the scoop on the important question of today. Yesterday evening I was fortunate to be a part of a meeting with the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge and the Director of The Department of Magical Law Enforcement Amelia Bones. We here at the Dailey Prophet had the next story ready for print, but both madame Bones, head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and Minister Of Magic, Cornelius Fudge squashed that story dead. In the meeting they gave me the scoop of a life time. They only made two requests and they came from The Boy who Lived, so I couldn't say no.
The first request from the Boy Who Lived, was that we here at the Daily Prophet quit using that title. (see Page 4 On how the moniker came to be.) Of course we here at the Daily Prophet will acquiesce to this request and start calling him Harry Potter or Mr. Potter. The second request from Mr. Potter was that we don't list any names due to ages. Again, we here will acquiesce to his request. Your Department of Magical Law Enforcement, one Amelia Bones had one request of her own and The Minister of magic, Cornelius Fudge agreed. The Daily Prophet over the years has either slandered or came up with stories to sensationalize Mr. Potter in the lime-light in not a flattering way. Most of the stories in the past have been done by myself. For all those unflattering stories I apologize to Mr. Potter.
This leads to the request of The Director of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Bones and The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. They request that we here at The Daily Prophet tell you our readers the truth with no lies, and no matter how it would sting anyone we keep on doing so. Yes this is shocking news, and we here at The Daily Prophet will keep this agreement. What does The Daily Prophet get for this? Well my fellow readers, the first biggest new story since Lord Voldemort's downfall on the fateful Halloween night on October 31, 2000 when a four month old Harry J. Potter lost his loving mother Lady Lilly Marie Potter and his loving father Lord James Fleamont Potter.
It turns out that the fates had smiled on Mr. Potter that sad and cold night. The fates had saw fit to grant baby Potter wives after the tragic murder of his parents. On September 1, 2013 a golden light flashed on The Hogwarts Express just after 11:53 Am. Gringotts spokes goblin Kevu had this to say. "At 11:53 Am on September 1, 2013; we here at Gringotts detected a spontaneous Soul-bond for Mr. Potter. It is an extremely rare event only happening for a select few. The last Soul-bond happened in 1999, with lord James Fleamont Potter and one Lady Lilly Marie Evans. In the same year several other soul-bonds were registered here at the bank. Mr. Potter was officially informed this year of the occurrence. Due to his unknown knowledge of the event and those that are also involved they were given an extra two years to consummate their bond and produce one offspring. We here at Gringotts congratulate Mr. Potter and his new bonds, and wish him many years of a blissful marriage, and many happy sounds of new Potter children's feet in the years to come ." When I asked how this would affect Mr. Potter Gringotts spokes goblin Kevu said this. "Mr. Potter has the legal right to his lordships and we here at Gringotts will help in teaching the young lord all of his roles that he now must fulfil." When I asked for the names of Mr. Potter's now wives the spokes goblin grinned and said, "We here at Gringotts are not allowed to give out names Ms Skeeter. If Lord Potter wishes to give out the names of his mates, then he has every right too. Now please excuse me, I do have to get back to my duties." Though goblin spokesman Kevu was a bit gruff, he was professional and handed me a full list of the titles Mr. Potter now holds. Myself and everyone here at The Dailey Prophet wish Young Lord Harry Potter a very Happy marriage in the years to come (See Page 4A for the full list of titles and story…)
Dylan Granger set the paper down before looking at his daughter. His wife Geneviève was already sitting at her other side so he took a seat next to Harry. Dylan wanted to say something to Hermione, but he wanted to know more about what The Daily Prophet wrote before considering what he would say. The article stated all of Harry's titles that he had, the marriage contracts to each girl along with all the consorts and mistresses. All the contracts had all of Harry's wives names blurred for their protection due to their ages. Fortunately, The Daily Prophet mentioned that all contracts were filled properly and no other witch could fulfill the contracts since there wasn't any left to do so. It went on to explain how Harry got each title and why. Dylan looked across Harry to finally talk. "Hermie, was this why you are upset? The Daily Prophet writing about your soul-bond?" Hermione's father asked a bit cautiously. "No daddy it wasn't The Daily Prophet that got me upset; it was grandma. The thought of her really trying to kill me and the way she spoke to Harry. It is also about you daddy. I can't believe she killed grandmama Vie…" Answered Hermione as she was lightly crying on Harry's shoulder.
Geneviève, Hermione's mother wrapped an arm around her daughter. "Oh sweetie,your grandmother had done some terrible things and she will pay for them. We're a family, and as a family we will work through this together. Every single one of us. Don't think that you're a terrible granddaughter for defending your husband. In professor Flitwick's books 'Soul-Bonds Of Eternity' and 'Soul-Bonds With Loving Wives' it says that ripping a couple who is soul-bonded apart will kill them, and that was what she was trying to do. I will never let my little kitten die on my watch. " Geneviève said. Hermione sat up straighter before looking into her mother's bright hazel-brown eyes. "Thanks mom, and thanks dear for just holding me." Hermione said looking at her mother and Harry.
Things around the two teens and the adult Grangers turned into a better note then the sour one it started out as. Just as the four of them finished their breakfast Hermione's aunt Sarah who was wearing a white blouse, dark navy-blue skirt walked up to their table. "May I sit?" She asked sounding a bit worried and seemed a bit frightened. Geneviève looked at her younger sister by two year skeptically wondering what she wanted. She glanced at her daughter and Harry before giving a sharp short nod as to warn her. Geneviève's sister sat down and was given a very clear warning. 'Don't do anything stupid or I'll kill you, sister or not.' Hermione's aunt Sarah gulped as sweat was glistening off of her forehead. Hermione's mother Geneviève spoke with ice in her vanes. "What the fuck do you want Sarah? I am not in no mood to play any games right now. I have to worry about my husband who just found out that his own stepmother is a murderer. She killed his fucking mother in cold blood for what? Just so she could become Lady Granger of The Most Honorable Ancient House and Most Ancient Noble House of Granger. Screw the marriage contracts, that is really fucked up. That is not my mother, not any longer and I hope she burns in hell. I hope to god that The Granger magic strips her of the house magic. That fucking bitch deserves it and much worse as far as I am concerned." Said Geneviève. Her baby sister Sarah raised her hands in surrender and nodded. "Hey sis, I am not here to fight with your family. I nor my husband Jorden knew. We both married the Granger twins and I have the same feelings as you do. That bitch in there is not my mother who gave birth to us, not any longer. I came out here to just talk and listen to what you can tell me about your new son in-law. After all sis, he is my new nephew in-law. There is another thing I wish to speak with Hermione about after I hear the story. As the muggles say, I'm all ears." Sarah told her older sister.
Geneviève Granger looked at Harry as he had his arms folded across his chest, but his wand was hidden from view. He was ready to use it if he had too. He gave a slight nod making his mother in-law Geneviève let out a sad sigh before beginning to speak. "Sarah, please don't interrupt me as I explain what we now have found out. Now you know damn well I am a doctor in the non-magical and the magical worlds. There are over 8,000 child abuse cases that are reported every sixty seconds every year, and there are still thousands of them that don't get reported before it is too late in the muggle world. It is sad to know that some non-magicals abuse their children, and sometimes I wish that they had magic just like we do. Sadly not everyone can have magic. Lord Harry James Potter is an abused child, Albus Dumbass sent him to live with non-relatives to be abused, and the 'Why' is still unclear. The non-magicals Harry lived with has no blood relation to him. They beat him, they burned him, they had broken his bones, they starved him and used him as a slave. Harry had suffered in silence with no one coming to his rescue."
"From what I overheard, when Harry was questioned. He did try and get some help from a few of his teachers, but they were quickly fired. The reasons were never said. Harry should be angry and bitter at the world, but he doesn't show that to anyone. Despite the beatings, burns, broken bones, malnutrition, used as a slave at the hands of a family that has no blood relation to him; Harry Potter the boy, now a man and my son in-law still shows love, kindness, determination and a resolve to protect those he cares about till his dying breath. From what I can guess, is that you could bring Harry to the edge of death, but he wouldn't even tell anyone and he wouldn't even say a word just taking everything you can throw at him. I don't know how or why, but despite the abuse He has so much strength, honor, nobility and courage in him that I can't help but admire who he is now."
"My daughter Hermione has been Eternally Soul-Bonded to Harry before the beginning of their first year on The Hogwarts Express along with other girls. Do I like this idea of my only daughter being married at fourteen? No, but from what Filius Flitwick told us about rare Soul-Bonds, is that there is no chance in hell we can rip them apart. As Hermione said, it would kill them. Their bond is so rare that they can't use any type of contraceptives to protect against pregnancy. They must have children or they die. Not that I like the idea, but I also don't want my daughter dead either. In just the limited time I have been around Harry I could see his love, his devotion, his honor, his strength and willingness to protect his new wives. Simply put, you lay a hand on his wives, family or friends; you might as well kiss your ass goodbye. He would kill for any one of them if he had no choice. I feel sorry for the witch, wizard or non-magical who dare lay a finger onto anyone with him in eyesight. Who knows what Harry could do to them if he wasn't around and then found out later."
"Here is something that will set your temper off the scale, but just Last year alone he faced down a fully grown fourteen foot mountain troll to save both Hermione and Daphne Greengrass from being killed. Or how about that boy facing off with a possessed professor killing him just because several of his classmates were in trouble. Harry never even got a word of thanks from anyone, and he never expects it. Harry deserves at least a thank you from time to time. Harry is almost fifthteen, and yet he is doing the job of a professor. Honestly and in my personal opinion, he is doing a better job as a Headmaster of Hogwarts then Albus to many fucking names I don't give a shit Dumbledore. In my humble opinion, Harry has, and is holding The Most Honorable Ancient House and Most Ancient Noble House of Potter up proudly. I think his parents are smiling down on him because of how noble of a young man he has become Sarah, and you can't change my mind on that what so ever."Said Geneviève while Hermione was now puffing out her chest as to say, "Yep, that's my man and loving husband."
Harry just stayed quiet not saying a word keeping a close eye on Hermione's aunt even though he was a bit embarrassed at the praise his new mother in-law showered onto him. Hermione's father beamed at Harry and slapped him on the back as he added his own praise. "Yep, that's my son in-law Harry for ya. Loyal, noble, lover over a fighter. But never piss him off, because he'll hurt you. I am proud of the young man sitting with us. He captured my little princess's heart, or maybe she captured his. Anyway, Sarah, I need to speak with Jorden and you about our mother and where do we go from here." Said Dylan now looking serious and a bit hurt all at the same time.
Geneviève glanced at her husband Dylan before letting out a sigh and continued from where she left off on her train of thought. "Halloween this year, the fabled chamber of secrets was opened by Tracey Davis. She was being controlled by Voldemort. Harry and Katie Bell had to deal with a defence professor that would make the Greek god Narcissus turn green with envy. The man can't cast anything but obliviate and he has raped young girls too. Hermione almost died again this year when, as I said Salazar's fabled Chamber of Secrets was opened. Daphne Greengrass, Penelope Clearwater, Padma and Parvati Patil, Denis Creevey and Justin Finch-Fletchley was all petrified by a 150 foot basilisk. Harry was upset and very worried on why nobody had bought mandrake potions. However what hurt Harry the most was seeing Hermione laying there in the medical ward. Outside of Harry's ladies, it was Hermione who showed him what deep heart felt love really was. Katie, Angel, Susan, Nymph and Cassie all tried to help his breaking heart and dry his tears, but nothing worked."
"Albus refused to spend 300 galleons for mandrake potions for all the students who were petrified. He wanted to wait until the end of the year, because he wants to control Harry. Harry was so pissed, that he vowed to kill whoever or whatever the thing was that hurt his Jeanie. He found out that Tracy was in a life and death fight for her very soul. Without questions or any plans, Harry charged headlong into a deadly fight. That deadly fight was against a 150 foot basilisk. He killed the damn thing and saved Tracy Davis one of his wives best friends. He almost died himself getting poisoned by the damn snake. However he was saved with phoenix tears. He even fought against Voldemort for a second time."Explained Geneviève before taking a break. Geneviève's little sister Sarah looked over at Harry Potter who now looked angry, annoyed and every emotion that could run through the human body all at once. What caught Sarah's real attention was on Harry's bright emerald-green eyes, they didn't show his soul; what they showed was that he had the entire weight of the world on his shoulders.
She didn't know if she should be shocked, outraged, saddened or in awe of Harry Potter. Pitying him was definitely out of the deck of cards. Harry didn't want any sympathy or pity from anyone. All he wanted in his life were honest people who didn't play games, be honest in their words, help those who needed it with a kind word of thanks or gratitude. But above all else, he wanted a family. Sarah heard the stories of how Harry Potter lost his mother and father never being able to see them or get any affection from them. Harry just didn't want a family, but his own little Potter's running around giggling and playing. She looked at her niece thinking that if Harry Potter was smiled upon by fate then who was she to disagree. He really did deserve Hermione's love and all the young witches in his life.
Sarah was broken out of her thoughts as her older sister Geneviève spoke once again. "Sarah, if, and only if, Jeanie sees your asses straighten up and fly right, you might be lucky enough to see her walk down the aisle and maybe you'll even see your neice or nephew down the line. But with the way you all act, I highly doubt that it will know that muggles magical core index numbers are 0 to 200, squibs magical core index numbers are 201 to 401, witches and Wizards magical core index numbers are 402 to 600, sages magical core index numbers are 602 to 1,000 and supreme sage magical core index numbers are 1,100 to 25,000. Right?" Geneviève said. Sarah nodded since she knew how magical cores were measured. Only professional healers and the goblins were allowed to perform these tests. Magicals only got measured four times in their lives. Once at birth, second time when they reach sixteen, the third time was at the age of twenty-five, and the last time was at the age of sixty.
Geneviève continued to talk looking at her baby sister. "Good, becauseHarry has a magical core index of 5,550 whereas Hermione has a magical core index of 5,450. That is just the two of them alone, and Harry has eleven other wives. That is higher than Albus Dumbledore. He only sits at 1,000. Just Harry and Hermione alone could have blown up the Leaky if their magical power was released all at once. And yet they are still growing, I would be very scared if I were you. One wrong word or phrase could see you dead before you could say, Oh Shit. You have five minutes to speak before we have Harry's other wives showing up, and believe me Sarah, if they get wind of how that murdering bitch talked to Harry she won't be leaving that room. At least not alive, she'll be in a body-bag with a little tag on her toe."Geneviève threatened.
Sarah gulped looking like a robot as she stared at Harry and Hermione. Her older sister Geneviève just made it very clear not to piss off the two teens who were sitting right in front of her. "Mom, your forgetting, Harry and I are soul-bonded just like Daph, Katie, Penny, Angel, Cissy, Nymph, Sue, Pad, Paarv and Fleur. We all share a mental link. They already know you screwed me out of having sex, and they already know what that woman said to our Harry. It wasn't just what she said to him, but I could place a galleon on any bet that Sue will be telling Amelia about her admitting to murdering grandmamma Vie. They wanted to rip the old battle-axe a part, but they want me to see if I can handle it first before they tear her a part. You know how veela's get when their pissed off. Fleur is trying to hold her veela temper not wanting to fry the bitch." Hermione said looking directly at her mother while rubbing small circles on Harry's back in comfort. "I'm not going to apologize to you or the rest of the family; especially not to that murdering bitch in the back room. So what the fucking hell do you want Aunt Sarah? I am in no mood to play some silly ass family games. I have a very upset father and a very pissed off husband. Before you open your mouth, you better thing very clearly on your next set of words. I can tell you this, Harry would never raise a hand to a woman, but that bitch in there just kicked that right out the fucking window onto it's ass. That woman better thank her lucky stars that I pulled Harry away from her by his waist, or she wouldn't be leaving that room unless it is in a body-bag." Hermione said not caring in the tone of voice she used.
Sarah gulped before letting out a sigh. She knew three things in her thirty years of life. One was never to confront the lady of the house even if she was in the wrong. You'd regret it if you did. number two was you never raised a hand to the head of house. And number three was you never tell off the lady of the house, yet Sarah Bailey née: Granger saw all three within a matter of minutes and it was done by her niece Hermione. She would have to add a fourth thing to her list. That was to never say anything bad about Harry, and that meant never unless you wished to see one pissed off Hermione Jean Potter and eleven other witches. Sarah looked at her niece hoping she wouldn't put her foot into her mouth and then looked at Harry. "Lord Potter, please allow me to introduce myself first. I am Lady Sarah Marie Bailey, one of lady Potter's aunts. As you heard I amGeneviève's baby sister. I apologize for my ex-mother's actions towards you and Hermione. My husband Jorden and I didn't know that she murdered Viola. That's Hermione's grandmother. Jorden and I treated Hermione so cruelly in fifteen years no amount of apologies will ever make up for the way we acted. She is such a blessing and I am glad she has you as a husband." Sarah said.
Harry just quietly nodded not saying anything contemplating her words before he spoke a word. He didn't want to screw anything up and look like an ass. Harry looked directly into Hermione's aunt Sarah's light taupe-brown eyes. "It is a pleasure to meet you Lady Bailey. My actual full name is quite long so allow me to shorten it. I am Lord Hadrian 'Harry' James Potter. Though I thank you for the apology, it shouldn't be me you should say it to. I think it is your niece Hermione who deserves that apology. I have seen what your entire family has done to this beautiful young woman over fifteen years. You all mentally, emotionally, verbally and physically abused her. Not a single one of you has ever felt remorse for your actions. The only love that this beautiful young woman has ever received was from her parents. Hermione dove into books because of the cruelty of your family. Hermione is a bibliophile, and because of her love of books she has an identic memory. Hermione can recall any thing she has read like she had just read it. Her mind is a steel trap in that sense. She is like me in a respect. I hid away from the world doing as everyone asks of me without complaint. Because if I did complain or show any weakness, I got beaten with an inch of my life. This absolutely beautiful, intelligent woman had thrown herself inside books, not because she wanted to sound superior, but to hide away from the world because of the abuse your family has brought into her life. We all hide many dark things in our past lady Bailey, but it is time to bring it into the light."
"One mustn't hide from the skeletons in our closet any longer. If Hermione and I are willing to show the magical and non-magical worlds that we're willing to change and shine the truth of the dark side of life, then why can't everyone else? Voldemort killed my parents and he had Death-Eaters doing the same to those who wouldn't bow down to him. Everyone still fears his name and still fears the Death-Eaters that are walking free. My wife Paarv, said that fearing a name gives it power. Without fear there is no power, so if you fear Voldemort's name than your into your own fear. It is a made up name for Tom Marvolo Riddle, so why feed into what a halfblooded murderer wants? I am getting off track. Anyways, as Lady Granger explained to you earlier, I grew up abused, I know what abuse can do to a child's mental state. I am just now learning to heal from my own abuse. Don't sugar coat the facts of a fake apology to me Lady Bailey, because I won't except it. And if you think I am going to apologize for slapping your mother, you might as well have hell freeze over. Everyone knows I lost my parents and I'll never see them again, but murdering a loving mother just for a title is way beyond fucked up." Said Harry in a bone-chilling cold voice. Hermione's aunt Sarah went pale in the face while everyone in The Leaky Cauldron actually thought over what Harry Potter said. Some witches and wizards were quite impressed at how elegantly he spoke even though it was with some coldness. Other witches and wizards really didn't know what to make of Harry Potter, their hero.
Sarah on the other hand could understand Harry's coldness towards her and her entire family. Harry Potter made a lot of sense, and she really had to give him a lot of credit for standing up for her niece and himself. She then turned towards her niece Hermione laying two rings on the table pushing them forwards. "Hermione, your new husband makes so much sense, it makes me look stupid for everything I have done to you over the last fifteen years of your life. The family magic has made it's choice. Sophie Beth Granger is no longer head of house. It stripped her of the Granger house magic. As you are aware, The Most Honorable Ancient House and Most Ancient Noble House of Granger is passed down to the women in our family instead of the men. It has been this way for over the last 200 years. Naturally your cousins fought each other thinking they were entitled to be named as Head lady of House Granger. They all tried it on like a rabid dog defending its food. But it didn't fit. None of your aunts would try it on because they knew that they are not worthy to wear our lady of the house ring. You have fought through everything for the past fourteen years to be excepted by that bitch, your cousins, aunts, uncles and myself. We all treated you with such disrespect through the past fourteen years and no amount of I'm sorries, could ever change that. You were never a terrible cousin and niece. You don't need to apologize to anyone for the things you said and did. It was us that were terrible to you. I think you should try on the head Lady of House Granger ring. Out of our entire family, you deserve it the most. Our family motto is: Familia super amorem et reverentiam aedificata validior stat deinde seorsum. Familia semper est. "Sarah said. "A family built on love and respect stands stronger then apart. A family is forever. " Hermione replied cutting off her aunt.
Sarah nodded before she continued. "Yes, and today we all got bit by a fourteen year old Hermione. You showed us all that even a dove can defend itself even through tough odds. Just so you know Hermione, that bitch in the back room was even stripped of the Blondell house magic. The other ring is fromThe Most Ancient and Most Ancient Noble House of Blondell. I was hoping to speak with your mom and dad about it."Sarah finished. Hermione picked up the Lady Granger ring and Harry got a good look at it. The ring had a set of blue diamond's on it with two turtle-doves holding olive branches in their beaks and two daggers in their claws. Dylan Granger smiled at his daughter and Geneviève lovingly tapped her arm. "Hermie, go ahead sweetie, put on the ring. You deserve it. I'm the last of the Dagworth's. I just dropped Dagworth and carried on the Granger name." Her father said.
Hermione held her breath as she shakily slid on her grandmother's ring. It flashed a bright blue as it resized to fit her right ring finger. "It looks like the Granger House magic has excepted you Lady Granger. You are truly worthy of wearing that ring. I can't bring back the past nor take every comment I made about you back, but I hope that in time you'll forgive me and start anew." Sarah said. Hermione thought over the last three words, forgive me and start anew. "Forgive I can do aunt Sarah, but I will never forget. Gaining my respect back will take time because you all have lost that respect from me years ago. You said that you want to start anew? Then I suggest picking up two books, 'Soul-Bonds Of Eternity' and 'Soul-Bonds With Loving Wives' by Filius Orilo Flitwick. Besides being a five time wizarding dueling champion, and my charms professor. He is also the world's foremost authority on Soul-bonds. You don't even know how close you came to death by trying to tear Harry and myself apart. Let's put it this way aunt Sarah, If I was to ever be torn from Harry and he was hidden away, there would be hell on this earth. I would rip down every building, kill every living soul just to find him before I die. To start mending the broken fence, read those books and then ask yourself if I was in the wrong, because I am not going to apologize to any of you." Said Hermione in a frank tone of voice.
She looked up and to her surprise Augusta Longbottom, Neville and Luna was standing right behind where Hermione's aunt Sarah was sitting. Augusta may not have known what happened, but the way Hermione and her aunt were speaking when she came through the floo meant one thing. Her longtime friend since their Hogwarts days Sophie Blondell just did something to hurt Hermione and her family. Even when they were at Hogwarts all those years ago, no one could be her friend because of the way she used to bully their other schoolmates around to get what she wanted. Augusta wasn't a happy witch and she was going to find her friend before laying into her. She looked at Hermione's mother before the younger witch just held up three fingers and pointed to the back rooms. Augusta understood, however she wanted to find out more about what was going on, so she waited for either Harry or Hermione to speak. Just as Neville and Luna got their drinks; Hermione's aunts, uncles and cousins came flooding out of the back rooms like a tidal wave or lemmings during their migration. It was quite the sight to see.
Neville saw the look on his grandmother's face which caused him to only say two words. "Oh Shit!" He then looked at Harry and Hermione wondering what happened. "Short story Neev, is that my ex-grandmother was being a total bitch. Oh she gave the customary greeting to Harry before starting her rant on her your no lord in my books speech. She insulted Harry before admitting to killing my grandmamma Vie because she wanted to be lady Granger. For the first time, I saw Harry bitch-slap a woman. If I didn't pull him away from her, I think he would have killed her. I have a now very pissed off husband and my father looks as though he is about to go insane. Both Granger and Blondell house magic has stripped her. The worst part is that she never knew where I was with my mom and dad along with Harry, but somehow Albus Dumbass knows and he sent her with the rest of my fucked up family to destroy our marriage and kill us. I just don't know what to do. I can't even think straight this morning." Said Hermione.
Neville whistled looking in awe at Hermione. He knew that if he ever did something like that to his grandmother, he'd be fed to his plants as fertilizer. "Holy shit Hermione, If I ever spoke to my gran like that I'd be fertilizer for the plants in our greenhouse at home. Remind me to never piss you off getting on your bad side." Neville said. Neville's grandmother Augusta had her arms across her chest as she looked murderous. "Oh that bitch. I'm going to speak with her directly before I call Amelia and arrest her myself. Sophie has gone too far this time, and it is about time this older sister slapped her down a few pegs." Said Augusta before storming off to find her baby sister.
Harry heard that lady Longbottom was a Blondell before but it really never sank in yet. "Wait a second. Call me slow in the up-take here, but Hermione's ex-grandmother is a Blondell, and Neev, your grandmother is a Blondell. From how I understand it, is that you and Hermione are second cousins Neev. How are you not freaking out about this?" Asked Harry. Neville just shook his head at his godbrother. "Believe me Harry, this is brand new to me. I never knew that Hermione was my second cousin, but I think I always knew since our first year. It is going to take a while to get use to the idea of Hermione being my family." Neville answered. Hermione saw the seriousness in the pub, and she knew just how to get her now cousin Neville to laugh breaking the seriousness. "Oh no Neev, this isn't as bad as you think. Are you ashamed of your gorgeous older cousin? Oh, how you wound me." Said Hermione placing a hand against her chest where her heart was while she faked tears looking away. This got Neville and Harry to laugh. However Hermione really wanted them to see the looks on their faces when she unloaded the biggest news yet. "Oh you think that's funny, just wait until when myself, Daph, Katie, Penny, Angel, Cassie, Nymph, Sue, Pad, Paarv and Fleur have big round bellies. We'd be very moody and very horny. We'll drive our husband up the wall for forty-six weeks and then of course there is the labor. Can you see our Harry as we use every name in the book while trying to push out a baby the size of a watermelon." Hermione said with a bit of a delightful lite giggle.
Neville's face went from laughter to shock and horror. It didn't last to long as he imagined his godbrother Harry running around half dead on his feet to please his twelve wives. He started cracking up laughing again falling to the floor holding his stomach with both hands. He could see Harry being told off by Hermione as she broke his hands while pushing out a baby and then promptly faint, and yet he had eleven other wives to handle. He knew that the magical world didn't have sexual education classes let alone birthing classes, and yet he wondered why they didn't. They had medi-witches and medi-wizards. Even Geneviève was a doctor in both the non-magical and magical worlds. There should be some type of classes for the entire Hogwarts school. Neville may start his third year after the summer holiday and he loved Hogwarts, but a part of him saw Hogwarts like a cattle market. It was the only wizarding school in Britain. It was like a race to find a wife or a husband, have sex, make a baby just before or after you leave school with your wife or husband. Harry helped his godbrother up off the floor as he spoke. "Neev, you okay?"Harry asked.
Neville nodded as he got to his feet answering. "Yeah, I'm fine Harry. Something just dawned on me is all."Replied Neville."Oh, let me take a wild guess. You thought of Hogwarts being like a cattle market, where it is a race to find a wife or husband, have sex, make a baby just before or after you leave school with said wife or husband." Stated Harry. Neville couldn't believe what he just thought. 'Did his god-brother just read his mind?' Harry smiled and so did Hermione before that question was answered. "Don't worry, I wasn't reading your mind, the question was written all over your face as you were laughing your ass off. In fact I was wondering the same thing since last year Neev. We have medi-witches and medi-wizards in the magical world. Hell, my own mother in-law is a doctor in the muggle world, but yet there is no sexual education classes. It's like a mad rush to get to some out of the way breeding ground. And that breeding ground has a name, Hogwarts. I never had sexual education classes myself since the Dursley's told me that I should be castrated. They said more freaks is not welcomed." Harry said making air quotes over the words freak and not welcomed.
Geneviève and Dylan looked at each other before nodding. They went to Hogwarts twice a week to learn charms from professor Flitwick and learned Ancient Runes from professor Eliza Powell who retired just after they graduated. Both Doctor's Geneviève and Dylan Granger would be bringing up having sex education classes inside Hogwarts with the other parents, Minerva and Filius when they were out of hearing range of the teens. It wasn't long after that Daphne Greengrass and her parents Lord Martin and Lady Clara Greengrass came into The Leaky Cauldron via the floo. Katie Bell and her parents Lord Donnie and Lady Rachel Bell came flooing in a few seconds later. Both Daphne and Katie looked quite pale, almost like a white bed sheet compared to their natural skin tone. Both girls didn't just stand next to the floo with their parents, they ran as fast as they could towards Harry and Hermione hitting like a missile. "Ooff!..." Harry said being knocked out of his chair.
Both Daphne and Katie was kissing Harry with love and passion which helped them to start feeling much better as their color started to return. Some witches and wizards who were now in The Leaky Cauldron could say that Lord Harry James Potter was one happy wizard being with three wives and yet they also envied him. They knew that he had a total of twelve and that wasn't counting consorts and mistress's, thanks to The Daily Prophet's headline story. Just as Harry was getting to his feet Padma and Parvati came crashing into him as if their life was going to end. Padma and Parvati was kissing Harry with an inch of his life. When Fleur, Cassie, Nymph, Penny, Susan and Angela joined the kiss and hold onto Harry for dear life club; every wizard was jealous but they kinda felt sorry for the young lord Harry James Potter. They thought that who ever said having multiple wives was every wizards dream come true should take a closer look at Harry before they got shot out of a cannon. Those wizards who were green with envy were now shaking their heads, as they thought of how rough it was in lord Potter's house; and they even wondered who actually wore the pants in the relationship. Was it lord Potter or was it his twelve wives? It would drive any muggle man or wizard insane having to deal with that many….
Harry's wives were feeling much better by the time Augusta Longbottom came out from parlor room three. To say the least, everyone was shocked to see Sophie, Hermione's ex-grandmother being frog-marched out by a wand in her back. Nobody in living history of The Leaky Cauldron has ever seen two elderly witches look like a mother who was scolding a child before. Augusta stopped in front of Harry and Hermione before speaking as she had her wand pointed at her younger sister's back. "Lord and Lady Potter. On behalf of The Most Ancient and Most Ancient Noble House of Blondell I humbly apologize. I'll see to it myself that Sophie No-Name gets charge properly." Stated Agusta not letting her wand move from Sophie's Bones, Minerva McGonagall and Filius Flitwick just floo'd into The Leaky Cauldron hearing Augusta . It took both Dylan and Geneviève Granger to fill in Minerva, Filius and Amelia on what happened and why Hermione's ex-grandmother Sophie was being held at wand-point. Harry could see Minerva's lips thin almost to the point where it wasn't there as she looked like she was going to murder the aging grandmother. Filius and Amelia were in such a state that they just looked like statues being stunned at how stupid this woman could be along with the rest of Hermione's aunts, uncles and cousins. The biggest look from Amelia, Minerva and Filius was the fact that they looked dead on their feet. It took Amelia a few extra minutes for her brain to kick in an pull her wand.
She pulled out a set of magic inhibiting cuffs and spoke as the director of The Magical Law Enforcement. "Lady Sophie No-Name, I am placing you under arrest for questioning. Put your hands behind your back and don't reach for your wand. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to a solicitor. If you cannot afford a solicitor, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?" Amelia said as the familiar sound of handcuffs were being placed around Sophie's wrists. The old grandmother shook her head as a smirk came across her face before she looked at Harry speaking. "I'll get out of this Harry Potter. I'll hunt you down and kill you when we meet again. Voldemort was weak and couldn't finish the job. I'll do it for him. Hahahahahahaha…. Just you wait, just you wait and see Harry Potter! Your dead, you're a dead wizard when I get out of this!" Sophie said like a maniac being led to the floo. Several wizards and Augusta helped Amelia keeping their own wands trained onto the old witch. One they floo'd out of The Leaky Cauldron Harry sighed shaking his head. "Every god damn fucking year it is the same thing. "I'll Kill You Harry Potter." I have faced down old moldy-shorts twice, now I got a headmaster who wants to kill me. Death-Munchers plotting against me and now this. Why can't I have a fucking normal life for once." Harry complained and he needed to get away from everything and everyone…..
{…Ending Of Second Year; Sunday, May 26, 2013: Charing Cross Road…}
Harry stood up after several long minutes and kissed each of his wives before walking out of the Leaky Cauldron not saying a word to anyone. 'You okay love?' Katie asked in her mind as she saw Harry walk out into muggle London. 'No not really Katie, just need time to process the last twenty-four hours. I'll be back soon; I just need some air. I need to think. You should stay with Hermione and the others for now. Thanks for making sure I am okay.' Harry replied honestly in the same way Katie spoke to him. Harry quietly walked down Charing Cross Road with no particular place or destination in mind, he just felt that he needed to step away and get some air. "A Knutt for your thoughts?" A woman's voice asked from Harry's right side. Harry turned to his right and recognized it was Fionna, the goddess of magic, potions and healing who spoke to him. Normally she would appear looking the same way in her toga looking dress, or she would talk to him and his wives in their heads. This time she appeared looking the exact same height as Harry wearing a muggle dress fitting any teen girl. If any non-magical saw them, they wouldn't see anything out of the ordinary.
The most that non-magicals could tell was they were on a date or maybe brother and sister. "Why?" Was the only question Harry asked. "Why, what Harry?" Fionna replied as they continued to walk down Charing Cross Road as Harry started to ask what was really on his mind. "Oh come on Fionna, Don't play dumb with me. In two years I have met eleven out of twelve wives, a god-brother, a god-sister, fought off Voldy-pants twice, dealt with Snape and having to deal with Dumbledore trying to control everything in my life and even kill me. You said you would help, but you only show up when it is convenient for you. I just want to be Harry. I didn't ask to be famous; I didn't ask to be a lord over so many titles you can throw a dart at and hit one. My wives are hornier then a rabbit, and I am trying to not just stay naked and fuck their brains out like some animal. Oh lets not forget about learning about a magical backlash when I do sleep with them, which you conveniently forgot to mention. So again why? Why am I so damn important?" Harry asked feeling like the weight of the world was on his shoulders once again.
Fionna flicked Harry on his forehead with her finger as she replied after spotting a coffee shop. "I need some coffee." Fionna said and started to drug Harry down the street. Once they both sat in a booth with their coffee away from everyone else Fionna spoke. "Oh for fuck sakes Harry. You are dumber then a box of rocks, are you really that stupid? Let me point out a few things. One: I am magic herself. Two: I said I would help you and your wives and family, but I never said when I would do so. As Spiderman's uncle Ben told him, "With great power, comes great responsibility". Did I want you to live with those non-magical people, the Dursley's? Nope. Did I want your parents murdered by a madman? Again Nope. What I wanted for you in your entire life was to live in peace with your family, take on your role as a lord, take on your wives, have babies, and bring three worlds together. You Harry James Potter are the linchpin to all three worlds. Do you think having titles to cover all of your wives was there to make everyone jealous? Those titles you have mean so much more in both worlds. Think about it. Technically speaking you can say you're a prince in the magical world. Is this job easy, certainly not. I told you that you'll face hardships, and what your feeling is just one of those hardships. But I know exactly what you need. So what if your wives are hornier then rabbits and you want to fuck them stupid. Your all teenagers and that is expected. Screw the magical backlash, you let me handle that. If you want to fuck like an animal not caring when, how, who or for how long; Then for fuck sakes, follow your natural instincts. Your bond is telling you to complete."Said Fionna.
Harry rolled his eyes as Fionna took a sip of her coffee. "Yeah okay, easy for you to say because you're not the one trying to interrupt every five fucking minutes. I just need a few more trolls, giant spiders, and Voldy-pants coming for my head to be placed on the chopping block before I can do anything with Hermione and the others." Harry said dryly. Fionna flicked her finger on Harry's forehead again shaking her head. "Jesus fucking Christ, I can't believe your this stupid Harry. You know you're a fucking pain in my ass at times. You really need to get out of your own head.." Fionna told him. Harry cocked an eyebrow making Fionna sigh. "Harry, your easy to read. You spent the day with the goblins yesterday learning some of your responsibilities, met Fleur and her family, spoken with heads of state and got things moving forward. Just this morning you and Hermione was just about to fuck each other's brains out.; you are a married man after all. She is receptive which means she is starting her period soon. Of course she is going to be hornier then a rabbit, it is just how everyone is wired. When a woman is on her period her thought process is to have sex. Everyone and even in nature this happens that is just the building blocks of life. I can understand Hermione's feeling since her family interrupted her sex time with you. Sophie was determined to kill you thanks to that old goat Dumbledore. You need to clear your head after that little show. Let your wives handle everything." Said Fionna. Fionna and Harry left their coffee on the table as she took Harry by the hand and out of the coffee shop. They walked further down Charing Cross Road, and Harry didn't know where he was being led too. Fionna stopped on the corner of Charing Cross Road and Cambridge Circus. Harry didn't understand why, but Fionna pointed right across the street where a bunch of non-magical people were gathered around what looked like some type of an event taking place.
Fionna smirked a bit before looking both ways and crossed the street dragging Harry along with her. "This is just what you need Harry, and trust me, and it would do you a bit of good." Shesaid while she pushed deeper into the crowd keeping ahold of Harry's hand. "I know you like to sing when you feel like the weight of the world is on your shoulders. Your mom wasn't just a talented witch, she had other skills too. When she was really stressed or mad, this always helped her to relax." Finished Fionna as they made their way to the front of the crowd. Harry saw that they were standing in front of a record store. Harry looked up and saw a big banner which read:
HAPPY ANIVERSERY!
THE GENTLE NOTE: CELEBRATES 100 YEARS OF SERVICE!
Harry then saw two more banners on each side of the door which also read:
WIN A BRAND NEW KARAOKE MACHINE!
WIN A LIFETIME OF RECORDS!
Harry noticed what looked like musical instruments set up for a band and a large karaoke machine along with a table. Fionna had somewhat of an evil grin before turning to face Harry. "Your mom had an amazing voice, and she always sung when she was in one of her moods. That little talent was passed to you, and before you say magic, it wasn't magic that she used. It was a natural talent passed down in her family for over six hundred years." Fionna said. "Oh hell no! I am not going up and making a fool of myself." Harry protested and started to walk away. Fionna grabbed his wrist stopping Harry from leaving. Fionna shook her head at him before walking up to a table speaking where a young man was sitting. "Oh yes you are Harry, you need this. You have to stop thinking negatively and start believing in yourself." She said. Before Harry could protest any further, Fionna had written his name on a piece of paper before thumbing through what looked like a binder. She started writing again and this caused Harry to sigh seeing like he had no say in this matter. 'Oh for fuck sakes! Can't I win just one fight?' Harry thought. 'That would be a no.' Fionna said in Harry's mind with a smirk across her face. She glance back with a smirk at him before finishing what she was writing. Fionna grabbed another piece of paper and copied down what she wrote on the back before heading away from the table. The young man took the paper looking at the name before eyeing Fionna.
He just shook his head before getting up and walking to the large karaoke machine and grabbed one of the microphones. "Aright, alright! First I want to welcome everyone who came out today. And welcome to the 100Th Anniversary of The Gentle Note. Over 100 years ago in 1914, Hendrix Holmes and his brother Haris Holmes started this store as a dream in honor of their sister. As they said over 100 years ago, "Our sister had gentleness and could make angels cry by how she sang. This is why we named our store The Gentle Note. Our sister always had a gentle note in her beautiful voice as she sang. We strive to help people learn about music as there is a gentle note inside all of us." Now over 100 years later The Gentle Note is still in business with their great grandchildren running the show. It seems that the Holmes brothers did something right if their hard work is still standing today. Why don't you all put your hands together and give The Gentle Note around of applause and let's see this store stay alive for another 100 years."He said. The entire crowd roared and cheered as they clapped.
The young man continued to speak into the microphone. "Okay, okay. Is everyone ready to throw The Gentle Note their 100Th birthday party?" Asked the young man. Everyone once again cheered as they clapped. Harry could tell that the young man was pumping up the large crowd. He smiled seeing the crowd getting excited. "Instead of The Gentle Note getting birthday presents, they are going to be giving you one. To celebrate their 100Th birthday The Gentle Note is giving away a lifetime supply of records and CDs, along with a professional karaoke machine. All are worth £1,000,000 or more!" The young man said getting the entire crowd excited even further. This made the crowd go completely nuts as Harry quietly listened.
The young man looked as though he was enjoying pumping up everyone. "Alright so before this party really gets exciting let me tell you what we have today, and how to get your hands on the lifetime supply of records and CD's along with the professional karaoke machine. There is snacks and drinks inside for everyone. Everything his discounted, just ask one of our sales associates inside for details. All day until closing we will be doing a raffle and you could win gift cards, money, or other prizes. Just walk inside and on the counter is a piece of paper. Just place your name, address and phone number on it, and fold it up placing it into the bowl. We will be drawing names every thirty minutes. If you leave, don't worry because the information you provide will be a way for The Gentle Note to contact you if you're a winner. All info will be destroyed once we contact you. One name per entry please. Now let me explain how to get your hands on the lifetime supply of records, CD's and a brand new professional karaoke machine worth £1,000,000 or more. We are going to have a singing competition. The rules are very simple. Rule One: You come up and write your name down with at least three songs on a slip of paper we will provide. We have several binders of different songs for everyone to choose from. We will put your name into singing blocks A, B, C and D. Only twenty people in each block will advance. Rule Two: When I call your name, you come up and I will ask you a few questions, you know so the crowd gets to know you a bit. After that, you tell me what song you want to start with and then you sing."
"Rule Three: It will be up to everyone in the crowd to decide, the louder the crowd claps for you the easier you can advance to the next round. However, if the crowd don't think your good enough and you get booed, then you're out. However that won't really be the complete end, you will have another opportunity to redeem yourself, for a different prize, but you will have three chances at the beginning so think carefully on your song choices. You will not be able to advance if you get booed again. to say if you move on to the next round. This will continue until there is only one standing. If there is a tie or a judgment call that needs to be made, than I will be the tie breaker. Those are the rules and the competition will start in fifthteen minutes. After the competition the band 'Tricks of Deceit' will be coming out to rock your world, so stick around and enjoy the show." The young man said before setting his microphone down. He walked inside for a few minutes and so did some of the people that were in the crowd. Others walked up to the table and put their names down with the song that they chose. The young man checked all the equipment before returning to his table after the fifthteen minutes had passed grabbing the stack of names. "Okay ladies and gentlemen, the singing competition will begin in three minutes after I check on the equipment." Said the announcer. He stepped away once again to double check that everything was in order. Once he came back and had a microphone in his hand, he spoke. "Okay we have over three hundred contestants, so good luck to everyone. First up is seventeen year old Piper Ball." The young announcer said.
A woman with light-brown hair and wildflower-brown eyes walked up taking the microphone. Harry could tell that the young woman was not much than two years older than himself. Halfway through 'Cry Just A Little' by 'Celine Dion', she got some boos while others were enjoying the music clapping along. Harry saw that the young woman made it through to the next round, but just by the skin of her teeth. Not everyone who signed up made it, there were a lot of boos coming from the crowd than there were cheers. Fionna giggled a bit seeing how nervous Harry suddenly got before she spoke. "Harry relax, this is to help you focus and loosen up a little." She told him which Harry just nodded. "That's easier said then done. I have never sang in front of people before. Only Hermione has heard me." Said Harry. Fionna smiled before pointing to his first song she chose. "I'll give you a hand with this one. I know a few people who can really stretch their vocals, if you catch my drift." She said with a wink. Harry sighed and let Fionna do as she pleased seeing that he would never win against her. Fionna took it a step further and called in for backup. Fionna closed her eyes and started speaking mentally. 'Hey girls, um... need your help. Harry is a bit wound to tight so I stepped in. We're at 'The Gentle Note' on the corner of Charing Cross Road and Cambridge Circus. He could use some support here. I'll do what I can until you get here.'Said Fionna mentally…
Back at the Leaky Cauldron Hermione had her arms crossed. 'What the hell is he doing there Fionna? Is something that wrong?' Hermione asked looking up at the ceiling of The Leaky Cauldron as worry was written on her face. All the witches and wizards were looking at Hermione kinda funny thinking she was going mental. 'We're on our way Fionna, do what you can until we get there.' Padma chimed in. Hermione, Daphne, Fleur, Katie, Cassie, Nymph, Pad, Paarv, Penny, Sue and Angel stood up while Neville and Luna followed their lead, and so did the rest of their families. The Leaky Cauldron didn't know what was going on but the sound of chairs screeching across the floor was heard and even Tom, the bar tender came out from behind the bar not serving any drinks. Everyone left The Leaky Cauldron, but when Harry's wives were outside into non-magical London they went into a run toward were Fionna told them where to find Harry…
Back at The Gentle Note, while Harry's wives, friends, family along with everyone from The Leaky Cauldron were running down the street to see what was going on; Fiona winked at Harry as he herd the announcer. Harry really wasn't paying attention to the other singers though. "Alright, singing block A, and singing block B has their twenty-five people. Only fifty people have made it through to the next round, so let's continue. In singing block C, The Gentle Note has for the first time in it's history a lord visiting us. Please put your hands together for fourteen year old Lord Harry James Potter." Said the young announcer. The entire crowd went silent before hushed whispers were heard. The announcer looked at Harry before covering his microphone. "You okay kid? You look a bit green."He asked. Harry nodded before replying since he did feel a bit sick. "Yeah, first time ever doing something like this."Harry answered seeing the very large crowd.
The young announcer understood as he replied. "Ah, gotcha, ever sung before?" The announcer asked. Harry shook his head negatively. "Nope first time ever singing in front of a crowd. Only one person ever heard me sing, but I was told my mom sung though." Harry said feeling like he was going to be sick to his stomach. "Well, try and relax, and have fun. Just pretend that no one is watching you. Let me get the crowd warmed up for you. It might be a bit embarrassing, but just hang in there." The young man said before uncovering the microphone. "Alright, I want everyone to put your hands together for Lord Harry James Potter."
"Now, before he sings to everyone here I want to spend a minute or two asking a few questions to him that I am sure everyone wants to know." Said the young man. Harry saw that some were clapping but not that loudly while others were just quiet. Harry closed his eyes before walking up and standing where everyone could see him. "Okay Harry, first off welcome to The Gentle Note. Now I am sure everyone is curious about you being a lord at the age of fourteen. How did that come about?" The announcer asked before handing Harry the microphone. Harry really didn't want pity, but he spoke honestly. "Thank you for the kind welcome sir. To answer your question and everyone's curiosity, my parents passed away when I was a baby so I was given the title as Lord just a few days ago. I have very responsible adults who are teaching me my responsibilities, looking after me and my wellbeing." Answered Harry and then handed the microphone back.
The announcer nodded before he spoke once again to the now hushed crowd. "Oh wow. I am so sorry for your loss. Your parents must be smiling down at you today. One last question before you sing for this wonderful crowd. Have you ever sang before?" He asked. Harry answered once the microphone was back in his hands. "Actually no. I have never sang in front of a large crowd. I have only sang a few times in front of my fiancée. I was told my mom used to sing though. Before you ask, yes her parents know and we promised not to get married until next year." Harry answered. "Well good luck Harry." The announcer said before stepping back. Harry's wives, family, friends and the witches and wizards from The Leaky Cauldron showed up and made their way to the front of the crowd just before Harry started to sing. Harry on the other hand didn't see them as he smirked when the first twang of a steel guitar was played. He knew the song from the local park close to where he used to live. A family across the street would blast it out of their house every Saturday.
"An old cowboy went riding out, one dark and windy day" "Upon the ridge, he rested as he went along his way" "When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw" "Plowin' through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw"
Over London the bright sunny day started to change. Gray clouds started to roll in as the sound of thundering hooves, the clap of lightening and the sound of thunder was heard, while Harry was singing.
"Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel" "Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel, whoa, yeah" "A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky" "For he saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry"
Harry didn't see what was happening behind him as the entire crowd had their eyes looking up into the sky. Everyone saw the rolling thunder and heard the clap of lightening as four spectral horses were snorting fire through their noses. No one in the crowd ever paid attention to goddess Fionna as her Aztec-bronze eyes became a brightened gold color. Soon four transparent cowboys wearing clothes from 1865 appeared. They were the historical hero's Wyatt Earp, Billy the Kid, Wild Bill Hickok and Buffalo Bill Cody. All four cowboys looked like transparent zombies. Their bodies showed a few ribs, while their tattered and worn clothes showed a few bullet holes in them. Once Harry noticed the four transparent ghosts beside him he let loose on the entire song.
"An old cowboy went riding out, one dark and windy day" "Upon the ridge, he rested as he went along his way" "When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw" "Plowin' through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw" "Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel" "Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel, whoa, yeah" "A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky" "For he saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry" "Yippee-yi-oh" "Yippee-yi-ay" "Ghost riders in the sky" "In the sky" "Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh"
Throughout the song everyone heard the four horses neighing and breathing fire along with the sounds of lightning and thunder at the right times.
"Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred" "Their shirts all soaked with sweat" "He's riding hard to catch that herd, but he ain't caught'em yet, no" "(No, he ain't caught'em yet)" "They've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky" "On horses snorting fire, as they ride on, hear their cry" "As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name" "If you wanna save your soul from hell, a-riding on our range" "Then, cowboy, change your ways today or with us, you will ride" "Tryin' to catch the devil's herd across these endless skies" "(Sky, sky, sky)" "Yippee-yi-oh (yippee-yi-oh)" " Yippee-yi-ay (yippee-yi-ay)" "Ghost riders in the sky"
"As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name" "If you wanna save your soul from hell, a-riding on our range" "Then, cowboy, change your ways today or with us, you will ride" "Tryin' to catch the devil's herd across these endless skies" "Ghost riders in the sky" "Ghost riders in the sky" "Ghost riders in the sky"
As the song slowly ended the four American cowboys faded and the skies became as bright as it once was. Not a single person in the crowd couldn't stop themselves from cheering and clapping for Harry. He handed the microphone back to the announcer causing him to speak. "Ladies and gentlemen, that was lord Harry James Potter singing Ghost Riders In the Sky: A Cowboy Legend." Harry was about to leave and wait for his next turn, however two things happened. A straight cool-brown haired missile came crashing into him kissing his lips passionately. It took Harry's brain a few seconds to register who those lips belonged to. It was his wife Hermione. There was a lot of whistling coming from the crowd as the announcer pulled Harry back to him and begun to speak once again. "Wow Harry, that was the most haunting and beautiful version of that song I have heard in all of my life. I think wherever your parents are, they are so proud of you. Before I let you go, I have to ask. Who is this beautiful young woman that is at your side?" He asked.
Harry glanced at Hermione before a smirk came across his face answering. "This beautiful young lady is my fiancée Hermione Jean Granger." Replied Harry before spotting her parents standing in the front of the crowd with his other wives and their parents. The announcer smiled looking at Harry before noticing who he spotted. "Well Congrats Harry, It seems your young lady's parents approve, and it seems you have quite the following. Lady Hermione, how do you feel seeing your man up here singing in front of a large crowd like this?" The announcer asked Hermione causing her to beam a bright smile. "I am so proud of my Harry. He has only sang in front of me. He never likes large crowds." Hermione answered before giving Harry a hug from the side and a kiss on his cheek. "Well Harry from the crowd's reaction. You are moving on to the next round. I wish you luck. Go enjoy some time with your friends." Said the announcer.
Harry walked off holding Hermione's hand and was soon engulfed in hugs from his wives, friends and family. Neville playfully punched his arms as he spoke. "You dick, you never told us you could sing Harry. That was amazing. I hope you can keep singing." He said before giving Harry a hug. Even Clara Greengrass, Daphne's mother gave him a hug. Harry explained what was going on once all the hugs were given. This caused everyone to flood into The Gentle Note to look around and place their name in the bowl for the drawings. Some of the witches and wizards were a bit skeptical, while others were just curious and ventured into the non-magical music store. The third drawing happened ten minutes later and Padma's name was called. She won £100.00 in cash and she had to look at Hermione in confusion. Hermione giggle before she explained what happened. The two young women quickly ran off once Padma understood. They ran off towards where some records were. Hermione went and helped Padma pick out some non-magical singing artists from the 1980's. They both left the shop with ten brand new records in their hands. "You're sure these will play on my gramophone back home Hermione?" Padma asked. Hermione nodded with a smile. "Yeah, they'll work, but the sound quality might be a bit off compared to today. After all the gramophone is 137 years old. Besides Pad, we still haven't seen any of Harry's properties yet. Who knows, his house might have a CD player in it, and CD's have better sound quality compared to records." Hermione explained.
It wasn't long before the singing competition restarted and several names were called to sing. After a while Harry was once again called up to sing and he got hugs of support before heading up to sing. A piano started to play and Harry recognized the soft melody since it was from a song Piers Polkiss, one of Dudley's friends always played. Harry knew he had a good memory when it came to songs, and now it was time to see how good that memory was. Harry had his eyes closed and started off singing softly into the microphone which hushed the crowd.
"Hello darkness, my old friend" "I've come to talk with you again" "Because a vision softly creeping" "Left its seeds while I was sleeping" "And the vision that was planted in my brain" "Still remains" "Within the sound of silence" "In restless dreams, I walked alone" "Narrow streets of cobblestone" "'Neath the halo of a street lamp" "I turned my collar to the cold and damp" "When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light" "That split the night" "And touched the sound of silence"
Harry's voice had a deep quiet base tone to it, however became stronger and showed off his vocal range while the entire crowd was entranced by Harry's voice.
"And in the naked light, I saw" "Ten thousand people, maybe more" "People talking without speaking" "People hearing without listening" "People writing songs that voices never shared" "And no one dared" "Disturb the sound of silence" ""Fools" said I, "You do not know" "Silence like a cancer grows" "Hear my words that I might teach you" "Take my arms that I might reach you" ""But my words, like silent raindrops fell" "And echoed in the wells of silence" "And the people bowed and prayed" "To the neon god they made" "And the sign flashed out its warning" "In the words that it was forming" "Then the sign said, "The words on the prophets are written on the subway walls" "In tenement halls"" "And whispered in the sound of silence"
When the song ended Harry was once again engulfed in a mane of straight cool-brown hair that landed in soft curls at the ends, and a pair of soft lips kissing him senseless. The young announcer nodded with a smile. Unbeknownst to Harry or anyone in the crowd a very well-known legendary non-magical singing artist was in the crowd. He was wearing clothes that didn't make him stand out. Once Harry was away from the stage, the well-known legendary singing artist walked up to Harry, his wives, friends and family introducing himself quietly as Sir. Tom Jones. Harry knew the name, but never heard any of his music. The legendary singer placed a hand on Harry's should before giving him some good advice. He told Harry to never do what he did in his singing career if he ever wanted to walk that path. Sir. Tom Jones also said that Harry had a natural talent he had never heard before and was proud of him for facing his own fears. Harry didn't know how to react, but thanked the legendary singer before he walked out of the sea of people while the itself was chanting. "ENCORE! ENCORE! ENCORE!" When the simi-finales came around Harry almost got knocked out of the running, but a man that looked like he was in his late fifties got booed which made Harry advance. Harry got a kiss for luck when he was up next as she whispered in his ear. "You got this baby, knock them dead. We all believe in you."She told him before kissing his lips.
Harry weakly smiled and kissed Hermione on the cheek but never noticed six small people in the crowd. Harry made it to the finals when he sung 'Wind Beneath My Wings' by 'Bette Midler'. The final two were announced it was him verses a man in his early to late twenties. The tall handsome man sung a rock anthem 'Still Loving You' by 'The Scorpions'. Fionna smiled looking at Harry seeing that he now was relaxed and feeling much better. She quietly pushed her way out of the sea of people before silently fading away. She knew that Harry had the best support around him, and that was his wives, family and friends. Harry saw that his competition had the crowd rockin'. When he was next, he chose the last song that Petunia played when Vernon was angrier then a dragon. He chose 'Welcome To The Jungle' by 'Guns N' Roses'. When it came to voting it was Harry's competition that won, but it was so close that the young announcer was the one to choose.
Harry's competition shook his hand graciously with a smile, but he shook his head. the guy took the microphone and did something that Harry didn't expect. "Nah, nah, nah, wait a minute! As much as I would love that karaoke machine and the lifetime supply of records. I can't in good consciousness take the win. I will admit it was a complete landslide for the win from lord Harry. He beat me fair and square; I mean you all heard that ballad he sang to his girl. He may have had trouble with one song, but he blew me completely out of the water." The guy honestly said to the sea of people. Hermione got a gentle shove from behind by Angela with her mother smiling. Hermione didn't hesitate and ran up kissing Harry locking her legs around him again. The crowd went completely banana's over this. Inside the crowd director Cirsurx had a goblin sized grin on his face and so did the four guards who were with him. He quietly turned around with the four guards vanishing into the crowd as he thought to himself. 'Things are moving forward….' before vanishing with his four goblin guards.
The singing contest was over and no one not even the muggles saw a bird with orange, reddish and gold feathers just sitting there peering down at the contest. Kalliope the phoenix smiled to herself seeing that her new master had won and the muggle was very truthful. If she was to be honest with herself though, she actually enjoyed listening to the muggle music and the muggles who sung. Hell she even enjoyed the ones who tried and got booed, it was better then 'Ric The Sorting Hat's' attempt at singing. She rose into the air and flew off waiting for the right time to make herself known to her new master. Down below on Charing Cross Road, the band Tricks of Deceit was getting everything ready for a concert while Harry was being congratulated by his wives, god-brother, god-sister and all of his in-laws. Minerva McGonagall walked up to the table and asked how Harry would receive his prize for winning, the young announcer said that the karaoke machine would have to be delivered but the lifetime of records was a different matter. All Harry had to do was just walk-in and show a special card. He then could choose as many records as he wanted before walking out with them. The guy eyed Minerva a bit suspiciously but she laid his fears to rest explaining to him that she was Harry's godmother and spoke on his behalf….
{…The End Of Second Year; Sunday, May 26, 2013: On The Borders Of Italy, France and Switzerland…}
While Harry Potter wasn't worrying anymore about how everything in his life was shit outside of his wives, family and friends. On the borders of Italy, France and Switzerland; a team of sixteen goblins that consisted of the three countries worked throughout the night scouring the countries for Lord Charlius and Lady Dorea Potter Black along with Lady Noémi Evans. They finally found them in a small village three hours outside of 'Geneva Switzerland'. The four story mansion was no Potter castle, but fitting for any Potter family. The front of the mansion looked like a battlefield, but the mansion itself looked intact. The sixteen goblins who were looking for Lord Charlus and Lady Dorea Potter Black along with Lady Noémi Evans noticed that the goblin wards were down and it would have taken an army to bring them to that point. They knew that all Potter properties had wards and it took several goblins from all over the world, Potter magic, and a bit of Potter blood to erect these types of wards.
No one could get inside unless they were part of the Potter clan, so how were the wards down? The sixteen goblins approached cautiously up to the mansion due to the fact that they didn't know what awaited them. Drawing swords, axes and shields they slowly walked inside. Several skeletons wearing Death-Eater robes were laying in the entryway. The goblins put away their weapons and fanned out in groups of two searching every room on the bottom floor. They picked up any dead Death-Eater they came across and returned laying them in the entry hall like a pile of garbage. Just on the first floor alone was twenty dead bodies. On the wrap-around stairs there was another ten. The second and third floor was at least another twenty each. One of the goblins grinned wishing he was here during the battle; it would have been glorious.
Since the first, second and third floor was swept clean, they all made their way up to the fourth floor. They swept the rooms and found at least ten more dead Death-Eaters. Flashes of gold light was coming from one of the rooms. Three goblins had to use their axes to break in, since something was blocking the door from anyone from coming in. All sixteen goblins got inside a few minutes later, but froze. What they saw just looked strange. Lord Charlus and Lady Dorea Potter Black along with Lady Noémi Evans were moving, but everything would reverse every thirty to forty seconds. One goblin slowly approached but didn't get to far since this looked like some type of time-trap. He didn't want to get caught up in it at all. Taking a closer look, he noticed that Lady Dorea Evelyn Potter Black had a 'Time-Turner' in her hand.
The goblin looked down and saw a dead Death-Eater face down and his wand arm straight out still holding onto its wand. the goblin squatted down and looked directly at Lady Dorea Evelyn Potter Black. The wand was pointing at the 'Time-Turner' in her hand repairing and then shattering. He put everything together. This Death-Eater whoever he or she was tried to kill Lady Dorea Potter Black, but missed, hitting the 'Time-Turner' instead. Whatever spell that was cast shattered the 'Time-Turner' exploding it and killing all the death-eaters in the room and trapping Lord Charlus and Lady Dorea Potter Black along with Lady Noémi Evans in an endless time loop. He walked back to the other goblins. they had to come up with a plan to safely remove the time-trap, and get curse-breakers and warders here as quickly as possible. They even needed to inform all of the directors of Gringotts as well…
{…The End Of Second Year; Sunday, May 26, 2013: Gringotts Bank, England…}
The head director of Gringotts Bank in London, Director Cirsurx walked into his office with the biggest smile on his goblin face after seeing Harry Potter standing in front of a crowd entertaining them. Goblins were not known for their singing ability, but sung Opera songs, more towards the old Vikings of Norway and Scandinavia. No muggle, witch or wizard wouldn't know what they were singing about since it was done in their language of gobbledygook; besides that, it sounded like mating cats. Who would understand anyways? Director Cirsurx froze in place seeing magic herself sitting behind his desk with her feet up just relaxing. She said with a smirk. "Humph, about time you showed up Cirsurx." Kicking her feet off the desk and sitting up a bit straighter and putting down Harry Potter's portfolio, magic herself continued. "Well, you're doing exactly as I had instructed that bumbling fool Fudge. Looks like things are moving forward. I see you brought up Lilly and James's portraits and their school trunks. Good move." Said Fionna. Director Cirsurx couldn't help but keep his goblin grin on his face as the shock of seeing magic herself sitting at his desk. "Indeed my goddess, I am surprised to see you though after yesterday. I can't keep this goblin grin off my face after what I saw at Charing Cross Road and Cambridge Circus. There is not enough gold inside Gringotts to dampen this goblin grin. Lord Potter makes even the 'Weird Sisters' look like just school children when it comes to his voice. I never knew he could sing and make angels cry. I suspect that his voice was passed down through his mother, the late Lady Lilly Potter."
Fionna grinned with a nod before she answered. "Yes, indeed Cirsurx. Oh don't get me wrong, that little talent wasn't my doing. It's just a natural talent that all Evans was born with after six hundred years. Harry could go places with a voice like he has, but I think he doesn't want any more fame. That boy just wants to settle down into a quiet life with his wives, make babies and enjoy life without the threat of death looming over his head every year. Don't you agree?" Asked Fionna. Director Cirsurx nodded since he whole heartly agreed with magic on the point that Harry didn't like his fame. He never wanted it, nor did he need it. All that Harry ever wanted since entering the magical word was to have a family. He wanted a wife, have many babies and just lead a normal average life like every witch, wizard and muggle. Harry James Potter now has got more than his wish, he got himself eleven wives, a god-brother, a god-sister, an aunt, grandparents, god-parents and in-laws. Harry had one hell of a large family. Director Cirsurx changed the subject looking at magic herself. "I was just going to see how Griphook of the clan Zraggus, Bitmats and Trald of the clan Bentguts was doing in their interrogation. I caught them last night forging the books of Lord Potter, and making fake marital contracts, along with a few other details. Care to look in on them with me?" Cirsurx asked. Fionna nodded and then replied "Seems you've been a busy goblin Cirsurx. You may be in charge of all the Potter holdings, but you need to recharge yourself. I will give you just this one extra command. I'll watch what you will be seeing with you, but after that, cancel all your appointments including the one with Harry Potter and his family. You need sleep and sleep is what you're getting. You can't think like a goblin when your almost dead on your feet." Fionna told the battle harden goblin.
Director Cirsurx nodded and excepted magic's words, after all, she just gave him a direct order to get some sleep. He walked over and called for a few goblin-runners, a few self-coping pieces of parchment and the official Gringotts wax. He dictated the parchments and addressed them to Harry Potter and his entire family before placing the Gringotts wax and his ring on them sealing each note. He used a button on his desk and called for all of the appointments he had for the day to be rescheduled. Director Cirsurx did one last thing before sitting in front of magic herself. He took a crystal sphere from his desk placing in the center. Once the battle hardened goblin sat down, he touched the sphere to watch the goblin holding cells with magic. On the sphere they saw Griphook sitting in a chair with his legs tied to each leg of the chair. His arms were tied to the back. The crafty goblin had several gashes on his face, a fat and bloody lip along with a black-eye. His clothing was torn in different places as a goblin centurion was beating on him. Was it torture?
Yep, but it was the price you paid if you were a goblin with sticky fingers. The goblins would beat and torture their captives to get every ounce of information out of them before they were actually drug in front of the council of elders. Their punishment would be one of two ways. You ether spent the rest of your life in the goblin mines or number two was, that you were fed to hungry dragons. However there was a third oppion which was the 'Pit'. That was only reserved for goblins who disregarded their clans honor. Two goblins walked in, but only one walked out, while the other was carried out in a body-bag. Griphook didn't deserve the third option, and neither did Bitmats and Trald. Both clans would suffer since they had sticky fingers when it came to the Potter's. Through the screams of Griphook on the sphere director Cirsurx and Fionna could have a bigger smile plastered on their faces. They both knew that this was just another step in giving Harry James Potter a new life. Yes, everything was finally moving forward, and there was a lot more still to do. The steps forward was slow, but they were forward steps into a brighter future…
{…Author's Final Message…}
I really hoped you enjoyed this chapter everyone. I was really hoping to have this extended chapter finished in a week and a half, but sadly it didn't turn out that way. I am just glad that this chapter is now going up for everyone to read. Before I say goodbye until the next chapter, I want to give a very big shout-out and thank you to: Lowten here on Fanfiction for the use of the 'Time-Turner' trap. He used it in his story 'Harry Potter and the Stitch in Time'. It's still on going, and I highly recommend it for a read. I can't believe that just the first chapter got over 1,431 views; 148 followers and 8 reviews before the posting of this chapter, that is simply amazing in my books. If you read the first chapter I want to thank all of you.
If you caught the special guests in this chapter then you deserve a few cookies. (Hahahahahaha…) If anyone is wondering when Dobby will make an appearance, then don't worry, he's coming very soon along with a lot of others. Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix confused me in the books and movies. I know the phoenix is classified as male, but from what I read and saw in the movies it looked like a female. It also accrued to me that with Albus Dumbledore's lies, half-truths, and manipulations; why his phoenix didn't leave him sooner, or the fact that it was actually a female instead of a male? Hence the way it left. On to Minerva McGonagall before I go. I hope that this helps in understanding what she said.
Scottish Gaelic: "Carson a tha am màthair sin a' fucking seann ghobhar feusag bhàn! Tha beagan nerve aig an asshole fucking sin! Mura b' e bana-bhuidseach a bh' annam le mothachadh air ceart agus ceàrr, bhithinn a' tionndadh a sheann asal rùisgte a-staigh!"
English Translation: "Why that mother fucking white bearded old goat! That fucking asshole has some nerve! If I wasn't a witch with a sense of right and wrong, I'd turn his wrinkled old ass inside out!"
Bindi Bitch: is a slanderous word for a woman in India who is willing to open her legs freely. Harry used the correct terminology for a Bindi.
Harry's first song 'Ghost riders In The Sky: A Cowboy Legend' was written by Stan Jones, produced by Brian Ahern and sung by Stan Jones and his Death Valley Rangers. The song came out on June 5, 1948. I used Low Bass Singer Cover version, and if you want to see which one I used, the I suggest to look for Ghost riders in the sky |Low Bass Singer Cover| Geoff Castellucci on Youtube. Take a listen and you see why I chose this version.. 'The Sound of Silence' was written by Paul Simon, produced by Tom Wilson and sung by Simon & Garfunkel. It was released on September 12, 1965 from the album 'Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M. and Sounds of Silence' on side A. However, I chose 'The sound of Silence', I used the 'Disturbed' version since it was a bit more haunting and captivating. I will be adding other languages later when the story needs it.
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