Disclaimer: See Prologue.
A/n: Hey everyone, I really hope you enjoy this chapter. Thanks to my beta who is helping me with this story. There will be 2 parts to this one, so please be patient. One final thing, the poll results for Draco are in. There were only three people who voted. One person (33%) voted for Ted and Andromeda to rescue him, while the other two people (66%) voted for him to observe his father and begin to change. He will also watch other people as well.
Chapter 5: Problems part 1
July 24th, 1991
"Are you ready yet!" shouted Hermione from outside Harry's room. Today was the day that Harry along with his friends were going shopping for their school supplies.
Hermione was currently exasperated because Harry had been very anxious and kept looking in the mirror to see that his glamor was still there. Gellert had suggested that Harry use a glamor charm because of his first time and because the mob of people would not leave him alone. People may also try to cell stuff to him for a cheaper price or give him stuff free just because he was the great Harry Potter who had saved them about ten years ago.
He never really wanted the fame at all. He learnt a lot about honour, and his parents certainly had plenty of it. The fact was that the curse would not have backfired if his mum had not been prepared and his dad fought so hard for both of them.
He pulled himself out of his thoughts and responded to Hermione.
"Yes, I'm coming now."
Within a few minutes, he was dressed and ready to leave. Harry had of course seen Diagon Alley from the bank, so it was no surprise to see it crowded now, even though it was only after ten in the morning.
He first decided to go buy his school trunk.
They had all decided that they would buy each other's things while they were at a certain shop. Harry entered the shop which sold the trunk.
"What would you like, young sir?" Asked a man with brown eyes and white hair. He was very old and also had a bold patch on his head. Four seven compartment trunks please. The man rose an eyebrow. What would the boy want with four seven compartment trunks? He knew better than to ask. "Are you sure you have enough money to pay for them?" He asked the young boy. When the young boy pulled a large sack filled to the top with gold, he knew that he was going to make a very good sale today.
The shop owner lead Harry to a display case where the more expensive trunks were kept.
"We have several options on offer for the trunks. You can have whatever you want in these compartments, including a small living space with expansion charms."
Harry perked up at the idea of being able to live inside them without anyone knowing or being able to track him or his friends.
After talking about security options and customizations for them, the sale was done and Harry left the shop.
Harry decided to contact Neville and Hermione through their mind link and they told him to come to Madam Malkin's Robes for all occasions.
After a few minutes, Harry entered the shop.
Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve.
"Hogwarts, dear?" she said, when Harry started to speak. "Got the lot here. In fact, we've got a young man and young girl being fitted up right now.
Harry looked over at where Neville and Hermione were standing.
"Aah yes," said Harry. These are my friends, Neville Longbottom and Hermione Granger. I am James Evans. Nice to meet you.
Harry shook her hand, bowed over it and kissed it.
"Such a polite young man," Madam Malkin said with a tiny blush to her face.
Harry stood up on the stool next to Neville.
Just at that moment, a few red heads entered the shop.
There was a plump woman. If Harry was right, then she would be the mother of the red heads. Personally, the woman looked over-weight to him. "Stupid pure-bloods," Harry muttered, shaking his head. Harry did not hate pure-bloods, but most of them were lazy and expected either a house-elf or magic to do all there bidding instead of doing things themselves. Because of not doing any exercise, they became over-weight themselves, and their offspring went the same way as they did.
Harry was pleased to see that everyone except the second to youngest child were at least fit. Perhaps there was still hope for them.
"Why can't I get new robes like Percy?" the second to youngest child said. Harry recognized them to be Weasleys.
"Because Percy is a prefect," the youngest girl spoke up quietly.
The second to youngest child glared at her.
Never mind, when I become friends with the-boy-who-lived, he will either give me money to buy new things or," the plump fat woman put a hand over his mouth, but the boy roughly jerked away.
"I will steal it from him. It belongs to me. The fame, the money, Harry bloody Potter has everything, while I have nothing!"
Unnoticed by Ron Weasley, he was getting glares from everyone except his mother, and Madam Malkin was a second from cursing the idiot and throwing him from the shop because of his appalling behavior. She prayed that where ever Harry Potter was, he never got mixed up with people like that awful boy. Perhaps it was time to send an owl to him warning him about this. Harry did a wandless listening charm on the mother and the boy.
"What in the world were you thinking of Ron?" The mother said to the boy. "You know that you will be getting money from Harry when he becomes your best mate. He has no one who loves him, we will treat him with kindness, he will get married to Ginny, and then we will have it all. Now, tell me, why did you have to cause a scene at the shop? Dumbledore won't be Happy."
The eldest boy, Percy stood on the stool next to Neville. Sorry for his behavior," he said. He looked embarrassed. Harry looked into the boy's mind and knew that he was sincere and was not involved in any schemes of Dumbledore.
Ron reminded Harry a lot of Peter Pettigrew.
Harry scanned Ginny's mind and was appalled to see what Molly and Dumbledore had done to bend her to their will. She was still resisting the potions and spells. Probing deep into her mind, he realized that many of her powers were blocked.
He saw the person who she could be if the curses and potions were not in her. A feisty and stubborn red head who always fought passionately for what was right and a good quidditch player. Her skills rivaled Harry's own. A thrill of anticipation ran through him just at the thought of having a competition with her. Luckily, she could be saved. If this continued going on, then she would be completely obsessed with him, and lose all the free will she had. Her personality would be corrupted, and the only thing which could free her would be death. As much as he didn't want to reveal his true identity, he had to save this girl no matter what.
The goblins had always told him to always help those in need, and because she was the sister of the curse-breaker Bill Weasley, he was more determined to help her.
Harry had never met Bill Weasley, but his father and other goblins told him that he was nice.
After his robes were pinned and measured, Harry payed for them.
"Nice to meet you, Percy," Harry said. "I shall see you at Hogwarts."
"Nice meeting you as well," Percy replied. "If you need anything at all, then come and ask me. I will be one of the prefects this year at Hogwarts."
Harry climbed off the stool and went towards where the youngest girl was.
"Hello." He said. "What is your name?"
"Hi, I am Ginevra Weasley, but I liked to be called Ginny. Who are you?"
"I am James Evans," Harry replied.
If anyone had been looking, they would have seen a boy reaching forward to shake the girl's hand. Ginny thought the same when James held out his hand for her to shake. What she didn't know, however, was that James had a portkey that lead to the Gringotts hospital.
Harry screamed as to divert the attention away from himself. He cast an illusion which would make people think that he was fighting with death-eaters. He ran over towards the rest of the family.
A part of him felt guilty for doing this, but any of the Weasley family couldn't know this. Harry did not want Molly or Dumbledore to know just yet. He just hoped that once things were cleared up and he had told the truth to the rest of the family, they would forgive him.
He had also noticed Ron's rat to be an animagus. Harry would recognize Peter Pettigrew anywhere because of all the photos he had seen of him in his human and animagus rat form. Just because Ron was willingly involved in Dumbledore and Molly's plan, he got two of his imaginary death-eaters towards Ron.
One of them took the struggling rat and brought it to Harry and another one beat Ron up so bad that if he did not have the red hair and freckles, he wouldn't be recognized to be a Weasley. All of a sudden, Neville, Hermione, Dudley, and Gellert arrived, Harry activated his portkey, the fake death-eaters vanished, and they all disappeared.
At Gringotts, Ragnock was in a massive rage. Harry had just informed him that they were coming with a Miss Ginny Weasley who needed urgent medical attention. He also informed him that after doing a passive scan, the blocks and potions were going to be very difficult to remove and that the work was of Albus Dumbledore and Molly Weasley.
Arthur Weasley was an honorable man, his son, Bill was even working for the bank as a curse-breaker. The Goblins even got a good laugh out of some of the pranks they heard that Fred and George had pulled. Harry also said that Peter Pettigrew had been found as well.
There was no time to worry about this now though, he needed to get some healers down to the infirmary as soon as possible.
Harry and his team had just portkeyed into the hospital wing at Gringotts with Ginny Weasley. Ginny was starting to wonder what was going on, so she began to speak. "Excuse me, where am I and who are all of you?
"Miss Weasley, welcome to Gringotts. You are currently in our hospital wing, as I did a scan on you while we were in the Robes shop and found some problems. I am sorry about what I had to do, but I became aware of some information that is very disturbing. My name is not actually James Evans, it is Harry Potter and these are my friends Neville Longbottom and Hermione Granger. We also have my cousin, Dudley Dursley and our mentor, Gellert Grindelwald."
At this, Ginny got up and was about to scream.
"Miss Weasley, please calm down. I know what you have probably been told about me, but I deeply regret all of it now. Please, allow me to explain myself later."
"Ok, that will be fine. All of you can call me Ginny."
At this point, Ragnock came in with the healers. They began speaking with Ginny and running scans immediately.
"Miss Weasley, my name is Healer Arnold. If it is alright with you, we'll bring in your eldest brother as well, because there is a lot of information that you need to understand. I think having someone you trust will help you to process things a bit better."
Ginny, after hearing this was understandably in shock and a little scared and worried.
"Harry, go and tell Ragnock to fetch Curse-breaker Weasley here at once. Tell him that it is an emergency.
Harry took one look at the healer's grim face and ran from the room.
"**Dad, this is an emergency. You need to get Curse-breaker Weasley here right now! Ginny's condition is much worse than we expected."*
Harry ran past Bogrod and many other Goblins. Many curious faces turned towards him, but he paid them no notice.
Ragnock was annoyed when his office door was thrown open. But his annoyance gave way to concern as he saw Harry's face.
"**Dad, this is an emergency. You need to get Curse-breaker Weasley here right now! Ginny's condition is much worse than we expected."*
As soon as Harry said this, Ragnock quickly picked up his walky-talky and started dialing a few numbers onto the number pad.
A few moments later, Bill Weasley's worried face could be seen on the video screen which was connected to the walky-talky.
"Listen, director. I need to take a few days off work. Death-eaters kidnapped my sister. I don't know why, but mum just arrived home with Percy, the twins, and a barely alive Ron. He was beat up so bad, he was lucky to have survived."
Ragnock interrupted Bill before he could say anymore.
"It's about your sister. Ragnock said. "She is currently in the Gringotts hospital and her condition is very bad. We need a family member here so she has someone who she knows and trusts in order for her to heal. She is currently scared, worried, and in shock. She needs to be calm so that she can be properly healed. Healing her will take a month or even more. Most of her power has been blocked, and she has so many spells and potions in her which she is fighting right now. In fact, it's a miracle that she is even alive. Even though ninety-five percent of her magic is blocked, she is still managing to resist most of the effects of them."
Bill was horrified after he heard all this. He swore that if he ever found the person who did this to his sister, he would make that person or people pay.
A couple of minutes later, a very angry Bill Weasley stormed into the hospital wing.
"Bill?" asked a trembling voice.
"Ginny?" He ran over to her.
"What were the names of the death-eaters who have spelled you, potioned you, and blocked your powers?"
"Not death," Ginny tried to say, but the days revelations were too much and she fainted.
Harry along with Ragnock came running over as Bill was about to fall apart.
"Mr. Weasley, please try and stay strong for your sister and calm down before you destroy my hospital wing!"
Ragnock yelled at the grieving brother.
"I'm so sorry I did that but your magic was out of control and I needed a way to make you stop. Now, come over here and sit down so we can have a little chat."
Bill was shocked. He walked over to the chairs and sat down. The young boy that was with the director began to talk.
"Mr. Weasley, it was not death-eaters that took your sister, that was only an illusion so that people would not get suspicious. Let me introduce myself, my name is Harry Potter and I was adopted by the Goblins seven years ago after I was rescued from my abusive relatives."
"Look, Harry. It's nice to meet you and I am sorry to hear that you were abused, but can we talk about this later? I need to know what happened to Ginny first."
"We're coming to that. My story has a lot to do with your sister and why she is here right now.
Continuing from where I left off. After I was rescued and adopted by the goblins and another person who we shall not talk about right now, we noticed many plans which Dumbledore had made for me that were not in my best interests. Instead of explaining everything to you, I will take you to the blood speech and thought tracker as well as a pensive where you can view some memories. We will take you to the dueling chamber because you will definitely not be happy after everything you see and I don't want you destroying the director's office with your accidental magic.
Bill didn't know what to think. Here was a boy, who looked no older than ten years, telling him in no uncertain terms that he needed him to see things and that he would be pissed if he destroyed the Director's office.
He had been working in Gringotts for a few years and deeply respected the director, so he decided to trust the boy.
Bill entered the dueling room. Ragnock showed him how to work the blood speech and thought tracker, filled a pensive with memories and left the room with Harry Potter.
After viewing the tracker, Bill went into the Pensive and came out hours later howling in rage and throwing curses everywhere. Luckily for the safety of everyone, he was in a chamber designed exactly for this purpose. He could not believe the nerve of Albus Dumbledore and his mother. He disliked his mother because she always bossed him and the rest of his siblings around, decided what was best for everyone, and didn't approve of anyone he dated. Despite all her faults, Molly Weasley was still Bill's mother. She had been the woman who had given birth to him, raised him, and a part of Bill would always love her for that. He could have found a curse-breaker job in England, but he decided to go to Egypt because he didn't want to constantly go home and deal with his mother. Now, seeing what she had helped do to Ginny along with Albus Dumbledore, and corrupted Ron from beyond saving, any love Bill had for his mother was gone and was replaced with hatred and rage.
Bill swore on his life and magic that he would get revenge on Dumbledore and his former mother for what they had done to all those people and Ginny. The thing that appalled Bill was that Ron, Molly, and Dumbledore knew that Peter Pettigrew was scabbers. There were four things that Bill needed to do.
1. Help Ginny to heal and tell her everything about Dumbledore, Molly, and his former mother.
2. Inform the rest of the family about the current situation asap.
3. He needed to pay a visit to Amelia Bones and Augusta Longbottom with a pensive full of memories and a rat.
4. Beat up Pettigrew for choosing the Weasley family to hide from Justice before he went to Azkaban or kissed, depending on the punishment he would be given.
It had been a few hours now and Ragnock came back to get Bill. Ragnock saw that he was upset but had a determined look on his face.
"Director Ragnock, may your enemies die under the power of your blades. There is a lot of things that we need to talk about, but first I want to know how one person can do so much damage to a child?"
"Curse-breaker Weasley, I want to know the same thing and call me Ragnock."
"Okay. Ragnock, we both know the answers to this." Ragnock jumped in.
Right now, we need to inform your family about everything. As for Peter, we will lock him in a cage. If he does try anything, it would be very bad for him. Unfortunately, we can't kill him just yet, because he will be needed to prove the innocence of Sirius Orion Black. In the meantime, I'm sure that Moony and Prongs junior will enjoy having some fun. Ragnock smiled, showing his sharp teeth. Bill knew that life for Peter Pettigrew was not going to be good. He hoped that whoever Moony and Prongs junior were, they would give him hell.
"Oi, Little Prongs!" Ragnock called.
"Yes?" Harry said as he came running.
"Have fun." Ragnock said, handing over the cage with the rat in it.
"Prongs junior? Is that your nickname?" Bill asked.
Harry chuckled. "No, it's not. There were four pranksters at Hogwarts two decades ago. James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew. They were all brothers in all but blood and the best pranksters. They gave all the teachers a lot of trouble. Unfortunately, sometimes they went too far with their pranks, which meant they were also bullies. They had nicknames. James Potter was Prongs, Remus Lupin is Moony, Sirius Black is Padfoot, and Peter Pettigrew is Wormtail. They went by the name of the Marauders."
"tell me more about the Marauders some other time, Harry. I have heard McGonagall mention them many times when I was at school. Before you go, I need to see the rat in human form."
Harry expanded the cage, Bill fired a spell at the rat, a flash of blue light hit it, and the rat began growing like a tree.
In a few moments a fat, balding man with bucked teeth sat huddled in the cage shaking with fear.
"Hello Wormtail," Bill said.
"h-h-hello B-Bill."
"Stop stuttering, you fool and tell me why the fuck you decided to hide in our family?"
Bill was angry, and this stuttering fool of a death-eater was making his anger worse.
"How could you accuse me of living and spying in your family?"
Peter shouted, attracting the attention of a few goblins. "Wand, wand," Peter muttered, as he franticly searched his pockets for his and Voldemort's wands. He tried to transform, but the place where his missing finger should have been received an electric shock and the wound reopened. Blood instantly started spirting out of his hand. Ragnock quickly ran over with a glass vial and collected some of his blood and put it in another speech and thought tracker.
"It's a shame we couldn't let you die just yet, a cool voice which sounded familiar to Peter said.
A moment, a figure with James's hair entered.
"J?" Peter started to say but stopped. He had green eyes.
H-Harry, my boy. You have grown. Y-you look so much like James but have your mother's eyes. I knew your parents. They were my best friends, in fact. Please Harry, heal me and let me go. Your parents would never have," but Harry didn't find out what his parents never would have wanted him to do. A very enraged Remus Lupin entered the room.
"Don't you dare talk about James and Lily to Harry!"
"R-R-Remus my old friend, please, you have to heal me and let me go."
"Let you go?" Remus said. "First of all, tell me, why were you hiding for all these years?"
"S-Sirius B-Black would K-Kill me. H-He's after m-me. He will escape Azkaban,"
"Enough!" Bill yelled. "Like Harry said, unfortunately we can't let you bleed to death right now, but after the trial of Sirius, there will be hell to pay. We know the truth, Peter."
"Please, the dark lord, he was powerful," but Peter's next words were cut off by Bill's silencing charm which hit Pettigrew full in the face.
"I am Remus Lupin," Remus said as he shook Bill's hand.
"Bill Weasley. Nice to meet you."
"I must go and check up on my sister, but Harry and Remus? Have fun. Don't forget. You can't kill him before Sirius's trial. Bill waved his wand and healed the bleeding wound on Peter's hand.
"No matter what. Don't let him out of that cage otherwise he will escape. Leave him for me and the rest of the family as well. I'm sure that they would like to play with him a bit before he is given his punishment." And with that, Ragnock, who came in as the Curse-breaker left, Harry and Remus had a grin on their faces that no sane person would dear challenge.
Seeing the look, Peter was terrified.
Peter's screams could be heard in the hospital wing, and Bill's anger was partly satisfied after hearing them.
He saw Ginny lying in a coma while the healers worked on her.
He sighed, rubbed a hand over his forehead, walked out of Gringotts, and aparated to the Burrow.
A big headache was coming on, but it was imperative that the rest of the family understood the situation. He would let Ron and his former mother think that Ginny had been kidnapped by death-eaters.
Unknown to his mother and Ron, Bill had been teaching occlumency to his father and the rest of his siblings. In fact, he had just finished teaching the twins yesterday. He taught them all occlumency because he didn't want the greacy haired bastard Snape mind-raping his family, but now they were safe from old Dumbles as well. He had offered to teach his mother many times, but she had flatly refused, and Bill had to obliviate her because he didn't want anyone out of the family knowing that he taught occlumency. Ron was too young, that is why Bill did not teach him. He wasn't going to waste time on that idiot after what he found out.
The Goblins had different ways of teaching occlumency, and Bill applied their method. Ginny was way too young to be learning all this, but because of the current situation, the risk had to be taken.
He did not want Rita Skeeter to be there, but this had to be done. Ragnock had wanted some of Dumbledore's actions to be known to the public. Normally he wouldn't do this, but because he wanted revenge on Dumbledore for doing what he had done to the Potter family, he had decided that letting the public know about Dumbledore's actions would cause him many problems.
Bill was going to show memories of Dumbledore to his family, and this was a perfect opportunity to get a story into the daily profit.
Everyone knew that Rita Skeeter always twisted people's stories, and that she was an unregistered beetle animagus.
The goblins had hired her a few days ago, and had made her sign a contract that she would print only what they wanted to print. When she had heard that Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore would be the people she would be writing about, she eagerly picked up the quil and signed the contract.
Her eyes had lit up, and by using legilimency, Ragnock had seen her desire to get as much dirt on Harry and Dumbledore, and write stories. She was even happier working for him, because she would be able to publish lots of juicy stories.
Ragnock was pleased with her way of thinking. She was the best person to do that.
The beetle landed in Bill's long hair so it wouldn't be discovered.
The only reason why Bill was allowing this was because Rita had made an unbreakable vow with him that she wouldn't write about his family negatively.
Bill walked up to the front door, nervous about what was going to happen.
"Bill!" screeched his former mother as she came to pull him into a hug. Everyone except Ron was there.
"Don't come near me," Bill said in a cold and deadly whisper.
"Bill what's," but Molly never managed to finish her sentence, because a strong blast of red light hit her, and threw her across the room and into a wall. A few crunching sounds were heard as a few of Molly's bones broke and the wall was destroyed by the force of the impact.
Arthur pointed his wand and shouted. "William Arthur Weasley! Explain your behavior at once.
Arthur looked livid.
"I will explain this only once. Come."
And with that, Bill lead the rest of the family to a separate room.
He had borrowed the pensive and the blood speech and thought tracker for a day. Ragnock had told him to bring both things back before twenty-four hours.
Bill showed everyone how to work the pensive and the tracker. He tapped a few runes on both of the things, and now, everything would be projected on a big screen and the sound would come from the speaker.
Bill activated both things and everyone began to watch.
Rita came out of Bill's hair, and landed close to the pensive.
Arthur Weasley was horrified. He wondered how his wife could do all these things without him knowing along with Albus Dumbledore, a man who a lot of people including him respected. He never thought that they both could do so many horrible things.
Spelling and potioning his daughter and raising one of his sons in such a horrible manner was the last straw.
He would heal Molly, call a Weasley meeting, and cast Molly out of the family.
He would try his best to get Ron's mind sorted by making him see mind-healers, but if Ron still did not come around, he would transfer his guardianship to his mother and also cast him out of the family as well.
Ron was currently in St Mungos, recovering from the beating he had gotten a few hours ago.
The rest of Bill's siblings were also disgusted with the actions of their mother and Albus Dumbledore.
The twins, however, were also happy because they finally knew who the Marauders were.
Harry Potter, son of Prongs and godson of Padfoot would be starting Hogwarts this year. The twins were sure that Moony could have taught Prongs junior a lot of pranks. They would try to befriend the son of Prongs, and pick his brains for more pranks. Maybe, if they were lucky, Harry may also let them meet Padfoot and Moony?
There train of thought instantly snapped. This situation needed to be dealt with first. After everything would be sorted, then they would think about pranks and Marauders.
Arthur decided to have the family meeting before going to the bank, so he healed Molly and woke her up.
"Arthur, what is the meaning of this? Why is Bill not happy with me? He has no right to stun me."
"Molly Weasley, as head of house Weasley I demand you remain silent!"
Molly gasped and tried to fight the command, but the Weasley family magic was too strong.
Arthur was enraged. He never thought that he would ever have to cast his wife out and divorce her.
"Molly, I thought this marriage was a happy one, owing to the fact that it has been going for many years. Then I find that you have been potioning and putting spells on our daughter with the help of old man Dumbledore, who I used to respect. I would have never thought that you could do such reprehensible things. As Head of house Weasley, I want answers and I want them now!"
Molly was worried. ?How had he found out? No one was supposed to know except Dumbledore.
Molly needed to distract Arthur, so she started wailing. "Oh Arthur, Ginny. D-D-Death-eaters took her and beat Ron up. She tried to get up, but Arthur said. "As head of house Weasley, I demand you sit down and answer my questions truthfully!"
"Arthur, w-what do you m-mean?"
Arthur had a look of stunned and hurt betrayal as he stared at the profusely sweating Molly. Scowling with uncharacteristic fury, he began accusing and asking questions from the woman in front of him with all her immoral acts that he had just found out.
With every accusation and every truthful answer that she was forced to give, her face went paler and her eyes began darting about the room nervously and she knew that this was the end. In a last, futile attempt to save herself, she began to shout.
"Arthur, this was for us! For our happiness! Ginny would marry Harry, she would get pregnant, we would control the child, kill Harry, and get all the money. Don't you see? Don't you understand that whatever we are doing is for the greater good?"
"Happiness? Really? Look what you've done to our daughter, look what you've done to our family! A few years ago, Ron was such a sweet boy, and now, you have turned him into a monster! This is no happiness; it is treason and abuse. As for your plans regarding Ginny and Harry. If they do decide to get married, I will be checking them for both spells and potions. I know that we are poor, but really? Would you truly go to such lengths to be rich again? I am disgusted with you. Whatever you are doing is not for the greater good of the wizarding world, but for your and Dumbledore's own twisted greater good, and I will not allow any of my family to get involved in these twisted schemes. Because of you, I will have to go and apologize to Harry Potter for your actions. I doubt that he would like Ron after what he has become. I will try and see if the mind-healers can help us get Ron to become the good boy which he was once. If that doesn't work, I will have to cast him out of the family like I am about to do with you."
Arthur sighed and turned away from her.
"What happened to you Molly? How did you become this, this monster?"
Molly by now was petrified with fear, angry at the way she was being treated, and upset because everything was falling apart.
Did Arthur not understand that things needed to be done for the Greater good?
The twins, Percy and Charlie didn't know what to think. They had all gathered that morning in the house, worrying over Ron's condition and Ginny's disappearance, when Bill had burst in, incapacitated their mother and dropped the bombshell on the rest of the family.
Now, they stood around their father and Molly, a circle of grim, silent spectators to the familial trial taking place.
Suddenly, without warning, Arthur spoke with a look of sorrowful resolve.
"I have no idea when our love turned into this treachery, but for such reprehensible acts, I am forced to do this."
"I, Arthur Weasley, rightful Head of House Weasley hereby banish Molly Weasley formerly Prewett from this household. I strip her of the Weasley name and magic. She will, from this day forward, forever be known as Molly No name. So, mote it be."
Molly screamed. She doubled over in pain, gasping for breath, stammering out desperate pleas before the house wards forcibly expelled her from the grounds.
One hour later.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Headmaster's office.
Albus Dumbledore was relaxing in his chair. He had just eaten a bowl of Lemon Drops, and was about to have a nap, when the fireplace flared to life, and Molly Weasley stepped through, tears running down her face.
"What's wrong Molly?" Dumbledore asked in concern. He was fond of Molly, because she was his most faithful servant. Maybe one day after he had taken over the world, he would ask her if he could have a romantic relationship?
He was angry. Who had made Molly cry? Once he found out, he would kill that person himself.
Molly explained the whole situation to him.
To say that Albus Dumbledore was angry would be an understatement.
How had everything gone so wrong?
How had William found out everything?
How dare Arthur question Molly as head of house Weasley and cast her out of the family?
Dumbledore took a few minutes to calm down then spoke.
"Don't worry Molly, we will kill Arthur because he did this to you and ruined all our carefully thought out plans. Years of planning, years of preparation, and all of that ruined because of two people. We will see if Bill can come around. If he does, then he can join us. If not, then we will either kill him or obliviate him.
No one needs to find out that you will help me to deal with Arthur and Bill. Let's create a plan and then we can leave."
Dumbledore completely forgot about the tracker that was placed in him all those years ago, so did not realize that the Goblins would never let that happen. He didn't need to know that his tracker was with Bill right now.
At the Burrow, Bill's face went white.
"Guys, we need to move now! Dumbledore is planning to kill you, and deal with me, dad, so we need to go before he gets here with Molly."
Arthur and the rest were scared, what the fuck was this madman doing? He did a massive summoning charm and within 5 minutes, they were packed and ready to leave.
Bill contacted Ragnock and explained everything in a few sentences.
Unknown to Bill and the rest of the family, Harry had been listening to everything that Bill had told Ragnock.
He had been trained in hand to hand combat, wandless dueling, and he also knew how to fight with knives, spears, and swords.
He took a couple of knives, one spear, and a few pepper-up potions, and created a portkey which would lead straight to the burrow.
There were a few death-eater masks and robes which the goblins had taken from a few people over time, and Harry put on one robe and one mask.
He changed his face so that he would be unrecognizable in case the mask fell off.
This was his chance to fight the man who had caused him and many others suffering over the years.
He placed the portkey in one of his pockets which he had spelled with very dangerous curses.
The portkey activated, there was a tug behind his navel, and he appeared at the burrow.
Arthur was having similar thoughts as Harry. He also wanted to fight the man who had turned his wife into a monster, and caused many people to suffer.
He admired the loyalty of all his children, but there was no time to argue with them.
He couldn't let them fight. As soon as he had finished body-binding his children, a death-eater entered, but he wasn't carrying his wand.
The figure took off its mask, and a face with black eyes and red hair stared up at Arthur.
"I have bought the portkey, the figure said. "This will take you all to the bank.
Harry was puzzled to see all the boys in a body-bind, but he figured out what might have been going on.
"I am fighting with you," Arthur said.
Please take the rest of the children to the bank. Harry pulled out another portkey which was a long rope. Harry took the body-bind curse off the boys, and they immediately tried to get up.
Harry waved his hand, and the rope flew through the air, tying all the boys hands and feet together. The beetle flew and hid in the unknown man's pocket.
The portkey activated just as Dumbledore and Molly arrived.
"Come out, Arthur!" Came the Booming voice of a very enraged Albus Dumbledore.
"You ruined our plans, so we are going to kill you!" Molly shouted.
Her voice was loud and it attracted attention. The neighbors of the Weasleys were the Lovegoods.
Xenophilius Lovegood was the manager of the Quibbler. Fortunately for him, his loud printing machine had just finished printing the magazines, and he heard the commotion from the Burrow. He went out, cast a disalusionment charm on himself, and went to the Burrow to watch what was about to take place.
Arthur did not want his house to be destroyed, so he took his wand. The unknown man disalusioned himself, and Arthur followed him out of the house.
Molly and Dumbledore stood there, their faces twisted in fury and their wands out, pointing at Arthur.
He sighed, it looked like today was going to be a long one.
"What are you doing back here? You are no longer welcome and I see you brought Dark lord Dumbledore with you as well."
Molly and Dumbledore became extremely upset. Dumbledore decided to respond.
"Arthur, I am no dark lord, what made you say such a thing?"
"Do you know what a dark lord is Dumbledore?"
"Yes, of course I do. I have fought two dark lords on many occasions, Gellert Grindelwald and Lord Voldemort. Surely you have heard of the order of the phoenix? This was an organization which I created to fight Voldemort, and I also defeated Gellert Grindelwald in 1945. I am the leader of the light. Whatever I do is for the greater good. It's my job to make sure that the world is not being taken over by any dark lord.
I am also very hurt that you can even think of me in that way. I am no dark lord. I am just an old man who is doing what is best for everyone."
"Oh yeah? If you are truly doing the best for everyone, why did you set up the Potters and many order members to die? Why did you leave a baby on the doorstep of a cold November night? Why did you confound Sirius Black to kill Pettigrew in front of many witnesses? You knew that Sirius Black was innocent. You are chief warlock. You could have pushed for a trial. Why did you send an innocent man to Azkaban? Why did you encourage Gellert Grindelwald to become a dark lord? You knew all about Tom Riddle before he came to Hogwarts. Why did you not stop him before he became a dark lord? Why did you hint about Horcruxes to Tom? Why did you leave the book in a place where Tom could find it? Why did you cast a compulsion charm on Horace Slughorn to reveal everything about Horcruxes to Tom?
Why did you have Molly change Ron to what he has become now? Why did you get Molly to spell and potion Ginny?
Why did you feed people like Moody loyalty potions and put heaps of spells on them?
It definitely sounds like something a dark lord would do."
Dumbledore was furious. Here was a man who did not listen to everything he said. It was necessary for Arthur to die. The worst thing was that Arthur and William knew that he was potioning and spelling people like Moody.
After Arthur was dealt with, he would go find Remus and Moody and make sure that they both were still under the potions and spells. If they were not, then he would have to put them under them again. Remus, he could easily potion and spell, but Moody was going to be hard because he to paranoid for his own good.
If all of this got out, then everything would go down the drain.
He decided to fire the first spell.
"Difindo!" He shouted, hoping to hit the man. Suddenly, a shield came out of nowhere and intercepted the curse before it could do any damage.
Dumbledore was stunned, how could anyone put up a shield so fast? He wondered how it was being done, because he could see no one else there.
Harry was watching everything. He practiced for hours with the help of his family and friends to be able to sense magic anywhere. He was able to do it to a point that it was now second nature to him, even though he was still young.
"Mr. Weasley, duck!"
Arthur snapped out of his shock and ducked just in time to avoid a Reducto aimed at his head.
Molly fired an organ rupturing curse in the direction of the man.
Harry was in raged when he saw the sickly yellow light coming towards him.
Rita franticly tried to get out, but Harry sidestepped, making Rita relax and saving his own life in the process.
Rita Skeeter was very happy. What she had seen a few minutes ago would make a very good story. Unfortunately, she couldn't print everything, but the things she was going to print would cause an uproar in the public and ruin many people's reputations. Right now, she watched in awe as this man fought with the most powerful wizard and the supposed leader of the light.
The man knew how to fight, there was no doubt about that.
"Come out and face me like a man!" Dumbledore shouted.
"Very well," Harry said in a deep, raspy voice.
The deep, raspy voice came from behind Dumbledore.
Dumbledore turned around.
Harry quickly moved in front of Dumbledore, sliced through both of his wrists and grabbed him by the throat.
"Aaaahhhh!" Dumbledore screamed in pain as his hands were cut off from the wrist.
Dumbledore's wand fell to the ground with both of his hands. Plenty of blood fell from the man's wrists.
Unfortunately, Harry couldn't let Dumbledore die just yet, so he stopped the flow of blood.
"Avada ke," Molly shouted, but before she could finish the curse, a knife came out of nowhere and cut her wand cleanly in half.
Harry waved his hand and the ground started to shake.
Vines burst out of the ground, wrapped around Molly's body, and suspended her in the air.
The more Molly struggled, the tighter the vines became. She decided that struggling was not a good thing to do just yet, so she went still.
After dealing with Molly, Harry picked up his knife which he had cut off Dumbledore's hands with, vanished the blood off of it, picked up his other knife, and pocketed them both.
Harry wanted Dumbledore to experience some of the abuse that he had to endure at the Dursley house, so he conjured a belt and cricket bat, vanished Dumbledore's clothes, and bought the belt down hard on his back until there were many scars and bruises there.
He then grabbed the cricket bat, and brought it down hard on Dumbledore's broken and bloody back, until all of it was bruised and bloody.
Arthur shot a few stinging hexes at Molly. All she could do was cry out in pain.
"Fernunculus," Arthur muttered and angry red boils appeared on Molly's face. Her screams were so loud that everyone had to cover their ears.
Harry grabbed Dumbledore by the throat, strangled him until he began to turn blue, let him go, and kicked him in the balls, hard.
Dumbledore moaned and thrashed in pain.
Harry, still not satisfied, punched Dumbledore hard in the stomach and sliced off his crooked nose.
"Did you know that I was beaten like this on a daily basis Dumbledore?" Harry said.
"Who…are…y-you?" Dumbledore gasped out.
Harry chuckled. "Call me consequence, because that is what I am. I am the consequence of your actions. Did you enjoy the pain I caused you? Wait, why am I even asking you this. You have caused me a thousand times more pain during my life. I have just showed you a little bit of what I had to endure because of your actions.
Dumbledore had no idea of who this man was.
He had seen the faces of all those who he had wronged over his long life, but he did not recognize who this person was.
In the meantime, Harry waved his hand, the vines disappeared back into the ground, and Molly came crashing to the ground, landing next to Dumbledore. Harry roughly cut her arm and collected her blood and put it in a vial. He inserted a blood speech and thought tracker in her, and stood next to Arthur.
Arthur had no idea what to do.
"Never did I think that I would ever see such violence from you, Molly and Dumbledore. Although, you just kept everything well hidden, worthless pieces of shit. Dark lord Dumbledore and your minion Molly, as Head of House Weasley, you are no longer welcome on any property owned by me or any of the Weasley children."
At his declaration, magic swirled around him, ceiling his oath.
Harry kicked both of Dumbledore's hands and they landed on Dumbledore's chest.
Molly reached out, and grabbed the broken hands, and with her other hand, she grabbed Dumbledore's arm.
Dumbledore hissed in pain, and Molly picked up Dumbledore's wand from the ground.
Harry decided to let them both go this time. He would ruin their reputations, and make the public find out about their plans before properly punishing and killing them.
There was a loud crack as Molly disaparated with Dumbledore.
One day later.
"You don't have to," Hermione said to Harry softly.
Ragnock had asked Harry if he would be willing to put some of his childhood memories into the pensive. Hermione would be going in and taking photos and videos which Gellert would drop off at the police station.
Ragnock knew that the news would travel fast, and he wanted that to happen. He wanted it to go on TV and the radio so that Albus Dumbledore would have a harder time going to places.
The memories would have to be modified, because the muggles could not find out about the magical world.
That was fine, but the question was how to go about telling the police where they got the videos and photos?
Very soon, a plan was thought of.
Harry was shaking. He did not want people to pity him or think him weak just because he was beaten up by a couple of muggles.
Harry had a good memory, so he could remember most of the abuse. He had also gotten a few memories from Wormtail as well.
Flashback, a couple of hours earlier.
Harry entered the dueling room to find Remus who was looking very happy as well as a very beaten up, bloody twitching and sobbing Peter Pettigrew.
"That was for betraying James and Lily, you sniveling coward.
Remus took a knife, pulled up Peter's arm with the dark mark, and started to carve the word traitor on his arm. Because the knife was cursed, the words carved onto the arm would always stay there. That is for causing my honorary nephew problems, you bastard.
Remus struck Peter hard across the face and sent a cutting curse towards his balls. "That was for framing Sirius, you pitiful excuse for a human being."
Harry wanted to see how Peter had managed to frame Sirius so he motioned Remus to stop and entered the rat's mind.
There were a few interesting memories that popped up so he decided to look at them.
September 20th, 1971.
Peter Pettigrew was a very cunning young wizard. He acted like an average person to fool people around him. He was currently on his way to the headmaster's office to see what old Dumbledore required of him.
"Come in, Peter," Dumbledore said when he knocked on the office door.
Peter entered the room. Dumbledore was his mentor. He had been the one who had taught him how to be sneaky and cunning. Peter knew about all of Dumbledore's plans to eventually take over the world.
"Would you like a cup of tea, Peter?"
"No thanks, I just had a lot of food from the kitchens before I came to your office."
"That's fine. Now, the reason why I have called you to my office is because I want you to befriend James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin."
"W-what!" Peter said looking horrified, "Why do you want me to befriend two pranksters who are full of themselves, and a werewolf?"
For the greater good, Peter. I will pay you a million galleon's per week if you do that."
A greedy look came into Peter's eyes at the mention of money. "Of course, , I will gladly do it.
November 1973.
"Albus!" Peter said in delight as he hugged the old man around the waste. "I don't want to be payed anymore for befriending the idiots." A relieved look crossed the old wizard's face. I am learning so much from them. Black and Potter are arrogant and don't treat me very well, but Lupin is okay. Potter, Black, and I are secretly learning how to become animagi so that we can help Lupin when he transforms on the full moon.
"Be careful, Peter. Becoming an animagus is very difficult. Also, in courage Black, Potter, and Lupin to torment and bully Severus Snape. I will pretend to be the grandfather who rescues him, and he will join us. The boy has lots of potential.
October 1976.
Albus, we have all mastered our animagus forms.
He drew a stag, a dog, and a rat on a piece of parchment and handed it to Dumbledore who looked quite pleased.
"This is James," Peter said pointing at the stag, "Sirius," he said as he pointed at the dog, "and this is me." He pointed at the rat.
June 1978.
"Severus has decided to become a death-eater instead of joining you," Peter said in Dumbledore's office."
"How dare he!" Albus bellowed in rage as a few of his instruments shattered.
December 1979.
"I will do it," said Peter," "I will become a death-eater and pass on information about the order of the phoenix to the dark lord.
"Very good, Peter."
January 1st, 1980
"Why do you want to become a death-eater?" Lord Voldemort asked Peter."
Because I want the wizards to rule, and mudbloods and muggles to die. Us pure-bloods don't have space in this world for such filth.
Voldemort smiled.
Harry had seen this memory before.
Voldemort grabbed Peter by the arm and apparated in a muggle street.
He pointed to a house which a family was laughing in.
If you really want to become a death-eater, then you will kill the family over there.
Peter nodded and entered the house, Voldemort behind him.
Peter waved his wand and the door burst open.
The noise faltered, and the noise of something shuffling was heard.
Peter stormed into the living room, pointed his wand at the man and yelled "Crucio!"
The man screamed in agony.
After a minute, Peter killed the man by sending a blasting curse to the man's stomach and chest.
Peter raped and killed the woman next.
The screams of the man and woman was music to his ears.
He reveled in the despair and hopelessness he had caused. He was enjoying every minute of it. It was a pity that there were no children around. It would have been fun to play with them.
He heard a creak from behind the couch, but he paid no attention to it.
After leaving the house, Peter set the house on fire.
"Not bad," Voldemort said as he marked Peter, "but you missed two children. The creak that you heard was of the boy trying to hold the girl back.
You need to pay attention to every single thing next time."
"Yes, my lord."
October 29th, 1981.
You must betray them, Peter. It's for the greater good." Dumbledore said.
Peter had been fooling Voldemort for a long time. Because of his occlumency barriers, Voldemort didn't know everything when he used legilimency. Unfortunately for Voldemort, Peter was not loyal to him at all.
He was only loyal to one man, and that was Albus Dumbledore. Because Peter had also passed on information to Voldemort, Bengy Fenwick, the Bones, The pruets, the McKinnons, Dorcus Medow's, more muggle-borns and muggles had been killed.
Peter was pleased as he revealed the secret of the Potters to Voldemort.
Finally, the Potters would be dead.
October 31st, 1981.
Peter transformed and watched Voldemort as he killed James and Lily.
It was a shame that Lily had to die. He liked Lily.
He was panicked when the killing curse rebounded, killing Voldemort. He knew that Voldemort was not dead when a mist which looked like him escaped his body.
The same day: One hour later.
"Peter, you have to frame Sirius Black so he goes to Azkaban."
"Okay."
November 1st, 1981.
"How could you betray them Peter? We trusted you!" Sirius Black shouted.
A few muggles curiously turned to watch what was going on.
"Sirius! Lily, James! How could you betray them?"
Peter pointed his wand behind him, cut off one of his fingers, and sent a blasting curse which hit the gas line.
The last thing he heard were screams as he escaped down the sewers to go back to Dumbledore.
"Well done, Peter."
"Thanks."
A red-headed woman who Peter recognized as Molly Weasley was in the Room.
A few minutes later, a plan was made to keep Peter safe.
Peter hid in Dumbledore's cloak in rat form as he watched how Dumbledore, Minerva, and Hagrid dropped Harry on the doorstep of Petunia's house.
November 10th, 1981.
"Mum, can I keep him?" Five-year-old Percy Weasley asked.
"Yes of course you can dear." From that day on, Peter Pettigrew started to live in the Weasley household where he was fed, watered, and looked after. He laughed every time people thought of him as the Marder, a hero who was killed.
Harry pulled out of Peter's mind, and for the first time in his life, cast the cruciatus curse on him.
Uncle Remus, this thing was paid 1 million galleons weekly by dark lord Dumbledore for almost two years to be friends with you, Sirius and my dad(James) then went back to Dumbledore and told him to stop the payments. Not only that, but he also told the man that they all were working on changing into Animagus's to help you out in 1973, then three years later when they had mastered it, showed him a parchment with drawings and pointed out the individual forms. There are also memories that you would be interested in, because they lead right up to when my birth parents were killed and a little beyond. Keep this thing out of my sight. Here are the memories I got from him so you can see for yourself. He turned, gave one last filthy glare to the man on the floor and fled the room.
Harry fled to his room, and for the first time in a while, he cried.
He cried for all the innocent people who had lost their lives because of the violence and war, he cried for those children and adults who had known only misery in their lives. He cried for those who had been manipulated and potioned by both dark lords, Dumbledore and Voldemort. He cried for his parents who had been setup by one dark lord and been killed by the other. He cried for his godfather who had been wrongfully convicted and was suffering. He cried for himself, who had not been able to have a normal life because his parents had been snatched away from him, not that he did not like spending time with his cousin, friends, Gellert, and the goblins, It's just that he did not see his parents in the flesh and his godfather.
Seeing the memories had just forcefully reminded him that his life was not going to be normal.
After ten minutes, Harry went out of the room and heard Peter's screams and sobbing.
End flashback.
Five minutes later, the pensive was filled with memories, including those, according to Harry, that would clear the caretaker of anything to do with the deaths of the Riddles and Hermione entered it with a camera hung around her neck.
Hermione watched in horror as baby Harry was placed on the doorstep of number 4, Privet drive without anything, such as a warming charm to protect him. She listened as a stern woman tried to convince Dumbledore that it was not a good idea to leave him there, because he would never be loved.
The woman went on to say that she watched them all day and they were the worst kind of muggles imaginable and they had this boy who was throwing his serial at the wall in the morning and he was running up the street in the afternoon, screaming for sweets.
Hermione would ask director Ragnock to edit some of the conversation.
The rest of the memories of the abuse was like watching a horror movie, and Hermione stopped herself from vomiting many times.
After the memories were finished, Hermione was ejected from the pensive.
She was white faced and shaking.
Ragnock did not have a good feeling about this, so he sent her to the mind-healers after taking the camera.
He then modified the memory of Dumbledore leaving Harry on the doorstep, put the film in an envelope along with a letter, went to a non-magical post office, and had it posted to the nearest police station.
July 31st, 1991.
Harry was not happy. Didn't anyone remember his birthday today?
Everyone treated him the same as they would every day, except they didn't want to talk to him.
He sat in his room miserably. He couldn't find out what was going on through the mind link either, because they had temporarily blocked it.
He disalusioned himself and made his way to the dining room where everyone was.
He saw Hermione go out and say, "I'll get Harry now.
He took off the disalusionment charm and went in.
"Surprise!" Yelled everyone.
What Harry saw made tears come to his eyes. He suddenly felt ashamed for being angry with all of them.
The table was full of food, and Ragnock was levitating a huge cake which said Happy eleventh birthday Harry in green icing.
Harry received many gifts from his friends and family. After the gifts were opened, they all had a lot of cake and started to chat with each other.
Suddenly, all conversation stopped as Ragnock pulled another package out of his pocket.
"Harry, son, step forward."
Harry was overwhelmed. He had been to many Goblin parties for his friends inside the nation over the years and every child had been presented something on their eleventh birthday. If his thoughts were right, something extremely special was about to happen. He came out of his shock and stepped towards his father.
"Harry, on behalf of the entire nation, I want to present you this gift."
Harry took the package from Ragnock with trembling hands and opened it to find a small sword, perfect for close range combat inside.
He was speechless, he knew they trusted and loved him, but didn't realize it was to quite this extent. No human had been presented with Goblin made blades in a ceremony like this since Godric Gryffindor. Because of the adoption, he was a mix of both though.
"Thank you, I have no idea what to say," he began. "I want to thank each and every one of you for adopting me and keeping me safe. I still remember when I came into the bank seven years ago, having just learnt about magic from a man who most of the wizarding world consider insane. I would be honored to accept this gift."
"Hermione and I would also like to thank you for teaching us your ways and keeping us safe," Neville said.
"I would like to thank you for adopting me and helping me become a better person," Dudley added.
"All of us would like to also thank Gellert for escaping prison to help us get rid of Dumbledore," Harry said.
"To the goblins and Gellert," Harry said as he rose his glass of pumpkin juice as a toast.
"To Gellert and the goblins," Neville, Hermione, and Dudley said as they clinked their glasses with Harry's.
A few hours later.
Harry's eleventh birthday was a special day.
All of the adults as well as Harry and Hermione had decided that the soul bond would be completed.
Both Harry and Hermione had been very angry at first after they heard about the soul bond. They had no choice. They had to get married. What if they didn't like each other?
They had still decided that they would become friends. To their surprise, a couple of years later, they had started fancying each other. However, out of the both of them, neither Harry or Hermione were brave enough to tell that they both fancied the other.
"er, Hermione? Can I have a word with you?"
Hermione was very nervous as she followed Harry to his room.
Unknown to both of them, the conversation that they were going to have would make them both happy.
Hermione sat on Harry's bed as he started pacing around the room.
"Hermione, um… I need to tell you something. I have wanted to tell you this for a long time. First of all, promise me that whatever I will tell you won't ruin our friendship."
"I promise you, Harry," Hermione said nervously.
"Hermione Ifncyyou."
"I'm sorry, but can you repeat that again?" Hermione said.
A blush was slowly spreading across her face. Harry didn't mean to say that he had fancied her, did he?
She didn't want her hopes to rise, so she held her breath and waited for Harry to speak.
"Er, Hermione, I…I…I,"
"You what, Harry?"
Hermione, I…I fancy you, I mean, like you, well more than a friend you know, I was wondering if,"
"I fancy you too.
"You what?" Harry asked blankly.
"I like you, Harry. In fact, I have had a crush on you since I was nine years old, but I was afraid to tell you. I didn't want to ruin our friendship.
After Hermione's words sunk in, Harry asked. "Hermione Jean Granger, would you do me the honor of becoming my girlfriend?"
"Yes!" Hermione shouted as she ran toward him.
They met in a bone-crushing hug.
Hermione just couldn't resist. She had wanted Harry to kiss her first, but the urge to kiss him was becoming unbearable.
She closed her eyes and came closer.
She was so close that she could feel Harry's breath on her face.
Throwing all caution to the wind, she suddenly came forward and kissed Harry full on the mouth.
After Harry didn't kiss back, she was embarrassed.
"I'm so sorry Harry. I didn't mean to," but she didn't get to finish what she was saying, because Harry was kissing her back.
He then pulled away.
Both Hermione and Harry wanted to activate the bond right there and then, because they both knew that they would forever remain loyal to each other, and never leave each other.
They both brought their faces forward and kissed.
This time, the kiss was more passionate.
They didn't see the golden glow that surrounded them, but they did hear Phoenix song as they enjoyed the moment.
There magic fused together, they received all of each other's memories, and besides the mind link that they had with their friends, another link was created.
They became immune to any compulsions, love potions which they may be given in the future and a lot more.
A few minutes later, both Harry and Hermione got a letter congratulating them on their marriage from the Ministry.
They did not need to get a letter from Gringotts because Ragnock knew that the Sole bond was going to be completed at some point today.
Two days later, a letter was sent off to the Daily Profit.
August 6th, 1991.
Gringotts
Private meeting room
1:00 PM
About eight reporters including Rita stood in front of Harry.
He had to cast a silencing charm on all of them and put them in body binds because they kept taking pictures and asking questions.
Harry had gone through his parents will so that he would know what to expect.
He was going to explain about his whole life except Gellert, because Gellert had to be a surprise yet.
After Albus too many names Dumbledore was dealt with, then Harry would clear Gellert's name after explaining his side of the story.
He took a deep breath and began.
"Hello, my name is Harry Potter."
Ragnock took off the body bind and the silencing charms.
"As you all know, Lord Voldemort," everyone flinched.
"Was defeated on October 31st, 1981.
"What you have been told is a lie.
I did not defeat Voldemort," the reporters flinched again.
"Oh, get over it. Fear of the name only increases fear of the thing itself.
I will tell you mine and Voldemort's story today.
Continuing from where I left off.
I did not defeat Voldemort. It was my mother who did. She sacrificed herself for me. Before she died, she did a ritual which would save me. Unfortunately, the ritual required a sacrifice."
Harry projected the memory of his parent's deaths.
It was hard for him to relive the moment, but he had to stay strong.
Fifteen-month-old Harry giggled as bubbles streamed out of his dad's wand.
He tried to catch one of the bubbles in his fist.
His mum had just grabbed him from his broom. He was really enjoying flying.
Now, however, he wanted to play with the bubbles.
Boom! The loud sound frightened Harry and he began to cry.
"Dada, dada!" he began shouting as his dad ran. He did not want his dad to go yet.
When he heard his dad shouting, he had a feeling that something was very wrong.
"Come on Harry. It's time to go," his mummy said as she ran upstairs.
Harry giggled because it felt like flying.
His mummy put him in his crib.
She cut her hand and started drawing strange shapes over his body. Harry struggled because he did not want his mummy to draw on him.
Suddenly, tears started to flow freely from her eyes.
"Mama?" Harry said concerned.
He tried to reach up to wipe the tears from his mummy's eyes, but before he could do that, she wiped them away.
"Harry. Mummy loves you; dada loves you. Stay strong, stay safe."
Just then, the door burst open.
Harry looked into the blood red eyes of the snake like face. He instantly disliked the man and was scared of him.
The man shouted at his mummy, his mummy shouted back, and the man pulled out his wand and shouted something that sounded like "adva kevadra!" And after the light hit his mummy, she fell to the floor.
Harry was angry. He did not understand what had just happened. All he knew was that the scary man had hurt his mummy.
When the man sent the light his way, he concentrated very hard. He wanted to hurt the man who had hurt his mummy.
Unknown to fifteen-month-old Harry at the time, his magic and the runes that his mother had drawn on him were able to rebound the unblockable avada kedavra killing curse.
The seen changed.
Sirius Black and Rubius Hagrid were arguing before they both got on the bike.
The reporters had wondered why Hagrid was insisting that Harry needed to go to Dumbledore.
At the same time, they were glad that he wasn't given to the mass murderer Sirius Black who would have probably killed their savior.
Little did they know that after seeing a few memories, what they knew about Sirius Black would completely change.
They watched Dumbledore confound Sirius to go and kill Peter Pettigrew, then they watched how Peter Pettigrew framed Sirius Black.
They were shocked to see the leader of the light, Albus Dumbledore, the wizard who they thought so highly of could do such things.
They then watched how Molly Weasley and Albus Dumbledore arranged for Peter to stay with them while an innocent man was condemned to the hell on earth also known as Azkaban prison without a trial.
The most interesting memory was when Albus Dumbledore dropped young Harry on the doorstep of his aunt and uncle.
Harry projected the memory.
At midnight on November 1st, 1981, Albus Dumbledore apparated on the corner of privet drive.
A rat missing a toe was snuggled in his pocket.
His long beard was tucked into his belt and his blue eyes were twinkling like mad.
A tabby cat which was sitting on a wall moved. Its tale twitched and eyes narrowed.
Dumbledore sighed and muttered. "Oh, I should have known.
His face twisted into an expression of pure rage for a second.
Putting a fake smile on his face he said, "Fancy seeing you here, Minerva."
He pulled out a put-outer from his cloak and clicked it twelve times, extinguishing all the lights from Privet drive.
The only source of light that could be seen on the street was the pinpricks of the eyes of the tabby.
The cat transformed into a stern looking woman, Minerva McGonigal, professor of Transfiguration and Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"How did you know it was me, Albus?"
My dear , I have seen you a lot of times in your animagus form. As soon as I saw the markings around your eyes, I knew it was you. Tell me, why were you sitting so stiffly on the wall?"
"Well, you would be stiff if you had to sit on the wall all day."
"All day when you could have been celebrating? I must have past many parties and feasts on my way here."
Minerva sniffed angrily.
"Oh yes, everyone's celebrating, all right," she said impatiently. "You'd think they'd be a bit more careful, but no, even the Muggles have noticed something's going on. It was on their news." She jerked her head back at the Dursleys' dark living-room window. "I heard it. Flocks of owls... shooting stars... Well, they're not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent. I'll bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense."
Albus turned away to hide the expression of annoyance from her.
"Well, we have faced eleven years full of war and violence. Loved ones were dying. Now that the war is temporarily over, people are celebrating. I know that some of them are getting carried away, but you can't blame them. Remember, they had precious little to celebrate.
"I know that," said Minerva irritably. "But that's no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumors."
She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as though hoping he was going to tell her something, but he didn't, so she went on. "A fine thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore?"
"Not really," Dumbledore said with a sigh.
Shortly before his demise , I found out that he had somehow gained immortality, so unfortunately, he is still alive. My sources have confirmed that he has lost his powers, along with his body, and fled. Where he has gone, I do not know."
After a bit of silence, Minerva asked, "If Voldemort is gone, what will become of his followers?"
"We have managed to put most of them in Azkaban, but a few people like Lucius Malfoy have escaped Justice because they slipped gallions in the right pockets.
Minerva had an angry look on her face.
She suddenly spun and looked the old man in the eyes.
"Are the rumors about the Potters true?"
She fixed Dumbledore with a piercing stare.
"The rumor is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric's Hollow. He went to find the Potters. The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are…are…that they're…dead."
Dumbledore nodded and Minerva gasped.
"Lily and James... I can't believe it... I didn't want to believe it... Oh, Albus..."
Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. "I know... I know... " he said.
Minerva's voice trembled as she went on. "That's not all. They're saying he tried to kill the Potter's son, Harry. But he couldn't. He couldn't kill that little boy. No one knows why, or how, but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Harry Potter, Voldemort's power somehow broke, and that's why he's gone."
Dumbledore nodded again.
"It's...it's true?" faltered Minerva. "After all he's done... all the people he's killed... he couldn't kill a little boy? It's just astounding... of all the things to stop him… I didn't expect a mere infant to temporarily kill the darkest wizard of all time. How in the world did Harry survive?"
"We can only guess," said Dumbledore. "We may never know."
Minerva pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes.
Dumbledore turned away to hide the smile that crept across his face.
He turned back to Minerva.
"Hagrid's late. I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?"
"Yes," said Minerva. "And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?"
"I've come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now."
"You don't mean…you can't mean the people who live here?" cried Minerva, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. "Dumbledore, you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son. I saw him throwing his serial at the wall in the morning, and kick his mother all the way up the street in the afternoon, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here!"
"It's the best place for him," said Dumbledore firmly. "His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter."
"A letter?" repeated Minerva faintly, sitting back down on the wall. "Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him! He'll be famous. A legend. I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter day in the future. There will be books written about Harry. Every child in our world will know his name!"
"Exactly." said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. "It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he won't even remember! Can you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it?"
"I have a few friends who are squibs. I will take Harry there, but I will not have him raised in this neighborhood."
"Minerva, for the greater good, Harry needs to stay here."
"Absolutely not! I'd rather raise him as my own.
Dumbledore was enraged.
He waved his wand casting memory charms and compulsion charms.
Minerva's eyes glazed over and she staggered back, clutching her chest.
Just as Albus finished, a motorcycle descended from the sky.
There were two people on it.
Rubius Hagrid with a bundle in one hand.
Hagrid nodded to Dumbledore and Minerva and they nodded back.
"I trust there were no problems?" Dumbledore asked with a raised eyebrow.
"No, professor Dumbledore sir."
Dumbledore and Minerva bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning.
"Is that where?" whispered Minerva.
"Yes," said Dumbledore. "He'll have that scar forever."
"Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?"
"Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well, give him here, Hagrid, we'd better get this over with."
Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned toward the Dursleys' house.
"Could I, could I say good-bye to him, sir?" asked Hagrid. He bent his great, shaggy head over Harry and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog.
"Shhh!" hissed Minerva, "You'll wake the Muggles!"
"S-s-sorry," sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large, spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it. "But I c-c-can't stand it. Lily an' James dead, an' poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles."
"Yes, yes, it's all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or we'll be found," Minerva whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door. He laid Harry gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside Harry's blankets, and then came back to the other two. For a full minute the three of them stood and looked at the little bundle; Hagrid's shoulders shook, Minerva blinked furiously, and Dumbledore stood there with a blank face.
"Good night, professor Dumbledore, professor McGonagall," Hagrid said with tears streaming down his face.
He got onto Sirius's bike, wiped his eyes, and drove off into the night.
"I expect that I shall be seeing you soon, Minerva," Dumbledore said. "I have some unfinished business that I need to attend to."
Minerva nodded, transformed into a tabby cat, and ran off.
Soon, a crack was heard as Minerva Mcgonagall apparated.
Dumbledore walked back to the doorstep and looked down at the child.
"I am truly sorry, Harry, but things have to be this way for the greater good.
The memory changed.
Two-year-old Harry Potter lay in his cupboard. He did not understand why his aunt and uncle didn't love him.
Harry shuffled around.
"Boy!" Harry froze. His aunt was approaching.
"Stop making that noise at once, you useless boy.
Because he was scared of the shouting, he began to cry.
His aunt opened the door and slapped him hard across the face.
The seen changed.
Three-year-old Harry was having a nightmare of his parents' deaths. He started screaming.
"Boy!" Bellowed his uncle.
We are getting tired of this.
He opened the cupboard door and dragged Harry out by his hair.
Harry, who was upset because of his nightmare became even more upset and a bit frightened when his uncle grabbed him, raised up his singlet and shirt from his back, brought out a belt, and started beating up Harry.
Soon, Harry's uncle closed the door.
Harry was all bloody and bruised.
And so, the memories continued, and the reporters took notes.
Ragnock had cut Gellert out of the memories and put a blond man by the name of Conner Winters there.
Not every memory was shown, however, after a few memories, Harry briefly explained everything.
3:30 P.m.
The reporters had gotten all the notes to write the articles, and Harry and the goblins were ready to do the inheritance test.
Harry cut his palm with the dagger.
Blood spirted out of the cut and Harry let some of it fall on the parchment.
The parchment began to glow, and soon, writing started to appear.
The goblins, Harry, and the reporters looked at the parchment.
Name: Harry James Scar rock Potter.
Date of birth: July 31st, 1980.
Parents: James Charles Potter, deceased. Lily Evans Potter, deceased. Ragnock, adopted father.
Godparents: Sirius Orion Black, incarcerated. Alice Longbottom, in St. Mungo's.
Grandparents: Charles Potter, deceased. Doria Potter, deceased. Mark Evans, deceased. Rose Evans, deceased.
Aunt and uncle: Petunia Dursley, deceased. Vernon Dursley, deceased.
Godbrother: Neville Franklin Longbottom.
Cousin: Dudley Dursley.
Sole mate and wife: Hermione Jean Granger Potter.
Businesses Inherited:
Magical:
Daily Prophet 100% - running Well.
Quality Quidditch Supplies 15% - running Well.
Eyelops Owl Emporium 50% - running Well.
Flourish and Blotts 45% - running Well.
Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions 15% - running Well.
St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries 30% - Running Well.
Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor 50% - running Well.
The Leaky Cauldron 15% - running Well.
The Three Broom Sticks 40% - running Well.
Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry 75% - not running well.
Muggle:
Grunnings 50% - running well.
Heir to:
The Most Ancient and Noble Houses of Potter, house Black, house Peverell, house Ravenclaw, house Gryffindor, house Slytherin by right of conquest, house Merlyn, house Le Fay, and house Gaunt.
The reporter's eyes opened wide with surprise and aw.
This was a very powerful wizard. They were determined to write the truth because they definitely did not want to get on the wrong side of Harry Potter.
"I believe that some of you may not believe what I have told you," Harry said. He raised his hand in the air and said, "I, Harry James Scarrock Potter, do swear on my flesh, bone, blood, life, and magic that what I have told the reporters is the truth. I also swear that I will tell the truth after claiming my inheritance. So I swear, so mote it be.
A golden glow surrounded Harry and he felt a tug on his magic as the oath was completed.
Harry then waved his hand and a bright ball of light appeared in front of him.
"Now, to claim your lordships," Ragnock said. The reporters quickly put new film in their cameras and got them ready.
"If you had not had a sole bond, then You couldn't have claimed your lordships. You have claimed your heir rings. You would have been able to claim your lordship rings when you were of age, which, as you know, is when you turn 17. The Black lordship will only be available after your godfather has passed away. Even though the man was falsely imprisoned, magic recognizes him as the current lord Black. But because you have a sole bond, have completed it, and are married, you can claim all your lordships except the Black lordship now."
Ragnock presented Harry with the lord rings for all his houses and the heir ring for the House of Black. Harry put them on his ring finger, and they all flashed for a second, indicating that Harry was the rightful lord of them and as well as heir of The Most ancient and Noble House of Black and that magic had excepted him.
Suddenly, questions were coming from everyone.
"Are you going to get a big head just because you have that much Lord Potter?"
"How are you going to defeat you-know-who?"
"How are you going to defeat Albus Dumbledore and Molly?"
"Are you planning on becoming a dark lord after you deal with those who made your life a living hell?"
"Enough!" Harry shouted. You will get your answers shortly, but for now, please listen.
Before Harry continued, the blood speech thought tracker which was connected to Albus Dumbledore began to glow and beep.
Everyone turned towards it.
Albus Dumbledore was furious.
Because he was still legally Harry's magical guardian, he had gotten a letter about the marriage of Harry Potter with a girl called Hermione Granger.
This was bad, very bad. Harry was supposed to marry Ginevra not anyone else. How did they get married in the first place? The letter had something about a sole bond.
He reread the letter.
So, they had completed the sole bond on Harry's eleventh birthday.
Luckily for him, Hermione Granger was a muggle-born. She didn't know much about the wizarding world which was good.
He would go to the Granger household and cast a spell on the girl's parents to be horrible to her. He would implant memories of her being treated like shit from when she was two years old. He would be the hero and rescue the girl afterwards.
Manipulating her would be easy from then on.
Because Ginevra was captured, she was no use to his plans. He would make Hermione Granger his Bellatrix. Yes, if the plan went right, then she would be his most faithful servant. But first, before he went to Hermione Granger's house, he would go to the Flamels, because Nicholas and Perenelle had a sole bond. Once he had all the information about sole bonds, then he would take steps to get a new servant.
He decided to go to the Flamels today, and the Grangers tomorrow. He would have to have a goodnight sleep, because the stuff with the Grangers was going to be hard, and because the filthy creatures had taken his elder wand, it would require him to use extra power to accomplish his mission. If Hermione didn't become loyal to him, then he would eliminate her after restoring her original memories.
The reporters had actual proof that the leader of the light was not as light as he seemed.
Harry then told them all about how Merope Gaunt being a witch who had been treated like a slave, how she had seen Tom Riddle and his girlfriend going past, how she had developed a crush on Tom, how her brother Morphin had found out about it, how Morphin told her father, how Morphin had attacked Tom's family, how Bob ogden had arrived at the house and talked about Morphin's trial, how Marvolo had shown Bob a ring with an ugly black stone imbedded in it and told Bob that the stone on the ring had the Peverel coat of arms, how there family had been pure-blood all the way, how Marvolo had dragged Merope around the throat and showed Bob the locket of Slytherin, how Marvolo screamed at Bob that his family were the last decendents of Salazar Slytherin, how Merope looked longingly at Tom when he and his girlfriend Sicilia rode past, how Morphin had told Marvolo that Merope liked Tom, how, after being found guilty, Morphin had been sent to Azkaban, how Maripe had brewed love potions and ran away, how she used the potions on Tom, how, after getting pregnant, she stopped using the love potions, hoping that Tom loved her back in return, how Tom had left her, how she had survived with no money for a while, how she had gone to Borgen and Berks and celled her family airlume, Slytherin's locket, how she lived alone for a while with the money she had, how she had gone to Wools orphanage and given birth to a baby boy, how she died after naming the child Tom after his father, Marvolo after his grandfather, and Riddle, his father's last name.
The reporters sat there with there mouths open in shock. They had heard that the dark lord was a blood supremacist, but they did not know that Tom was a halfblood himself.
After recovering, they started taking notes.
Harry played the memories.
They were outraged when they saw how Morphin had grabbed his grand-daughter around the throat.
The memories continued. Tom being abused and bullied by other kids at the orphanage, Tom hurting those who annoyed him, Tom making things move without touching them, Tom talking to snakes, Tom taking a few children to a cave and tormenting them, Tom learning how to be sneaky, Tom doing bad things and framing other people for them, Tom being angry because Mrs. Coal thought that Tom needed to go to the asylum because she and others thought that something was wrong with him, Tom passing all his tests and exams, Albus Dumbledore visiting Tom at the orphanage, telling him about Hogwarts, Tom going to Diagon Alley to buy his school things, Tom being called a mudblood by a few students, Tom being sorted into Slytherin, Tom being hexed, cursed, and physically hit, and emotionally abused for being a mudblood being in the house of serpents, Tom putting the rest of the Slytherins in their place, Tom being bullied by Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and Gryffindors for being a slimy snake, Tom speaking parceltongue to Salazar's portrate asking about the chamber, Tom opening the chamber of secrets, releasing the Bazilisk and petrifying students with it, Tom killing Myrtle Warren and framing Rubius Hagrid for his crimes, and Tom talking to Salazar's portrate. The conversation that Tom had with Salazar was of course, done in parceltongue, but Harry pressed a translation rune and the conversation was translated to English.
For the reporters it was a big shock, and after they had posted the articles, it would also be a big shock for the public as well. They had heard so many bad things about Salazar Slytherin, but this conversation changed everything.
"Hello, great-great grandfather," Tom said as he bowed to the portrait of Salazar Slytherin.
"I managed to start your noble work again. I did not tell you this before because your work was still in progress, but I had started opening your chamber a few months ago, and finally, a mudblood was killed." The look of joy faded from Tom's face. "Unfortunately, the school was about to be shut down, so I framed another student." He held up his hand, and on his ring finger, the lordship ring of the most noble and ancient house of Slytherin gleamed in the moonlight.
A look of shock and then despair appeared on his face, and a few tears trickled down his cheeks and into his beard.
"Tom, my boy, the Bazalisk was not meant to kill any students. It was meant to protect the school."
Tom's mask fell, and for the first time in his life, he was confused. "What? But…but…people…the books…they all…" He fell silent.
"Tell me about your life," he finally said as he sat down.
"When I was very young, muggles murdered my parents and tried to kill me as well. As you are aware, during my time, us witches and wizards were being hunted by muggles and being killed.
After my parents were murdered, the muggles tried to catch me as well, but because I was small, I was able to escape. For months I lived on the streets and stole food from wherever I could to survive. Then one day while I was wondering in a park, I met a boy called Godric Gryffindor. His parents were also killed and he was living with his aunt. He told me his problems and I told him mine. Because we were so similar, we became fast friends.
Then many years later, we met Rowena Ravenclaw and Helga Hufflepuff. We talked about what we wanted to do in life and decided that we wanted to build a school for Witches and Wizards, regardless of where they came from.
Those were very dark and troubling times. Many muggle-born children were burnt or killed for being witches and wizards. Many were abandoned, and many became spies for us and muggles.
There were many muggle-born wizards and witches who the muggles had sent to our school. Those muggle-borns desperately wanted to help wizards and witches. I, along with my friends and fellow witches and wizards believed them. But what we did not know was that they had been tasked to bring information to the muggles.
Once muggles got hold of the information, they started attacking houses of witches and wizards.
The muggle-borns who were being abused were the hardest to deal with.
Some muggle-borns left their families and joined us. Some muggle-borns started attacking muggles because they hated muggles and wanted to make the world a muggle-free place.
Some muggle-borns pretended to join the muggles. They had to kill a few wizards and witches just to stay in the good books of the muggles. They thought that sacrifices needed to be made so their ultimate goal could be achieved. Their magic was very well controlled, and so the muggles were actually fooled for some time. They trusted the muggle-borns who had infiltrated them, and gave up all the information that those muggle-borns desired.
Unknown to the muggles, trusting those muggle-borns was their downfall. Those muggle-borns started hunting down and killing muggles.
Some muggle-borns left the muggles and truly became part of our society.
I decided that I was going to save any muggle-borns as I could. We have a book which records the names and addresses of children who are muggle-born or muggle-raised.
I would go through the book and take the muggle-born children away from their families while they are still babies and raise them as my own.
I eventually married Rowena and we had two children, James Salazar Slytherin and Helena Rowena Ravenclaw.
A decade after my marriage, Rowena, Helga, and Godric found out that I was kidnapping muggle-born children and raising them as my own, and they were not happy. We had a disagreement which ended quite badly for us, so I created a chamber and put a Bazalisk there to protect the school, just in case it was attacked. I then left and went far away. On my way, I came across an abused five-year old boy. He was also muggle-born. I adopted him, and when he was eleven, I told him everything that happened with my wife, my friends, and the chamber.
He went to Hogwarts and started causing trouble. Eventually, he opened the chamber and released the Bazalisk, and many students were killed.
Helena was petrified. I knew that I could no longer ignore it. The signs had been there, but I was too caught up in love to notice them.
I went to Hogwarts and my adopted son and I dueled. Mathew, that was the name of the boy I adopted, knew that he was losing. He howled in rage and ran away using one of the exits in the chamber. We tried to catch him, but we couldn't."
Salazar was about to say more, but Tom Riddle waved his wand, silencing the portrait.
"You are a fool and a disgrace to the name of Slytherin, Salazar," Tom said. "You know, I was so excited after I read about you. But after what you have told me, it changes a lot of things. Unfortunately, I cannot let anyone know the truth. I will continue Mathew's noble work. In fact, I will go further than any dark lord dared to go. I will create seven horcruxes." Salazar's face turned white.
I will kill all mudbloods, blood-traitors, and muggles. I, lord Voldemort will purify the wizarding world. I will destroy your and the rest of the founder's work. Once the world is mine, I will show you the damage I have done, and take pleasure in seeing your defeated expression. Right now, I can't let anyone else find out the truth, so I will perform a spell on you which will freeze you, and take away your voice. Only I know the counter-curse. Until the curse is lifted, you will be like a muggle picture. I doubt that anyone will even put you in the Slytherin common room. Good-bye, Salazar Slytherin." Tom said before he began hissing and waving his wand.
Tom Riddle shrunk the frozen picture which was once the portrait of Salazar Slytherin, went into the chamber of secrets, climbed into the statue of Salazar Slytherin, and put the picture in a corner of Salazar's study.
The reporters were silent. Here was a man that they thought was evil, only to find out that he wanted to help as many people as possible. They weren't happy with his methods, but they realized that he had only the best intentions for everyone. They were curious to know more, but they couldn't because you know who had put Slytherin's portrait in the Chamber of Secrets.
They started muttering to themselves, cursing you know who.
Harry heard parts of what they were saying and figured out what was going on.
"Stop," he said. "I can perform the counter curse on the portrait."
The reporters fell silent and started thinking about the chamber. The Chamber of Secrets was a myth that they heard, and today they had actually seen it along with its monster.
Harry continued playing the rest of the memories.
Tom going to Little Hangleton and meeting Morphin, Morphin telling Tom how much he looked like that muggle that Merope was interested in, Tom murdering his father and grandparents, Tom putting false memories into Morphin's mind, Tom becoming head boy, Tom graduating, Tom working at Borgen and Berks, Tom murdering his parents, Hebsiba Smith and so many others, Tom coming to Hogwarts to ask Dumbledore if he could teach defense against the dark arts, Tom recruiting those death-eaters who were now free, Tom hearing the prophesy, Tom recruiting Pettigrew, watching Snape as he begged his master to save his childhood friend Lily Evans and kill James Potter and his son.
The reporters were disgusted. Here were people who the minister was calling them upstanding citizens when in actual fact, they were death-eaters.
The person who they were mostly disgusted with was however, Severus Tobias Snape. This man had first of all gone and told you know who part of a prophesy which endangered the Potters and Longbottoms even more than before, and once Harry Potter was the one that you know who wanted to kill, Snape had the nerve to ask him to spare Lily Potter's life.
When Snape said that he could kill James Potter and the child, the reporters jumped up. They were out for blood.
Severus the bastard Snape had taught some of the reporters' potions and they hated the man.
All of the reporters were determined to destroy Snape's reputation completely. Snape would then be the target of many people. Snape's life was going to be a living hell from now on, the reporters had decided that. They knew that Snape would be the target of many people in the upcoming days.
The reporters knew better than to hug Harry or treat him pityingly.
Rita decided that she would spy on the rest of the death-eaters and publish lots of juicy stories about them.
Severus Snape would be the first person she would spy on.
All of Peter Pettigrew's memories were shown, and the reporters had been horrified to know that this fat piece of shit was not the friends of the Potters, Black, and Lupin in the first place. Snape's memories were shown from Dumbledore's point of view. Even though Snape offered to protect Harry when he entered Hogwarts, the reporters were still very angry with him.
The conversation between the dark lord and Snape still echoed in their heads.
"You summoned me, my lord?" Snape asked.
"I did. Now, I would like to hear the prophecy one more time, Severus. If my memory serves me correctly, then I believe I have discovered the boy who is prophesied to have the power of defeating me."
"Of course, my lord," Snape took a deep breath before continuing, "the one with the power to vanquish The Dark Lord approaches. Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies."
"Yes," spoke Voldemort softly, "as usual, my memory serves me well. This prophecy could be of two boys. One Neville Longbottom, and the other Harry Potter. Yes," purred Voldemort, "it is wonderful is it not Severus? One of them is the child of the prophecy
"W-which of them do you intend on eliminating, my lord?" Snape's voice was deathly quiet.
"I have dueled with the parents of both boys. Frank Longbottom has respectable skill, and quite a bit of raw power. Alice Longbottom is skilled, but lacks in the power department."
"James Potter is one of the most skilled duelists I have done battle with. No match for me, but prodigious nonetheless. His wife is likely more skilled than he is with a wand, though her spells are much less deadly. Yes, I know from firsthand experience, or at least I have a very good idea who the more powerful threat will be. I will begin my search, and in a matter of time, Harry Potter will be no more."
Snape did the bravest, or perhaps the stupidest thing in his life. With a flurry he lunged forward and fell at Voldemort's feet. Voldemort's eyes grew wide in surprise.
"Please my lord, could you do me the honor of granting me one wish? Please, I will give you anything for one small service."
"Surely, Severus, you are not going to ask me to attack the Longbottom boy instead? After all, you despised James Potter, do you not?"
Snape scowled, "I do not give a damn for the Potter boy nor his father."
"Then what, Severus? What do you want?" Voldemort's voice was cold.
"My lord, please, kill the father and the son for all I care, but please spare the boy's mother, I beg of you."
Voldemort let out a cold, high laugh. "A mudblood Severus? I would have never thought you would take interest in a mudblood."
"I DON'T CARE OF HER BLOOD!" Snape screamed at Voldemort. "I DO NOT CARE WHAT HER BLOOD LINE IS! She is the only person I have ever loved! Please my lord, I have no one else in this world to make life worth living, please, I beg of you. Promise to spare Lily Evans, please."
Snape had broken down into tears now, and his loud sobs disgusted the reporters.
"And what, Severus, would you give me in return for the life of the woman?"
"Anything." Was his simple, and soft reply.
"I make you no promises, Severus, but since and only since you were the one to bring me the information, I will consider some kind of agreement. Perhaps a bargain between us, for now however, you may go."
This was a man who had asked his master to kill an infant who was not even one year old. Those reporters who had children that if they were in Lily Potter's place, they would hate Snape for the rest of their lives.
The fact that Lily had sacrificed herself to protect her son just showed the reporters how much she had loved her baby boy. Was Severus Snape truly that cruel that he would rather have Lily Potter miserable for the rest of her life? For why would she be miserable? If she was the only one who was spared, it would scar her for life. The reporters came to the conclusion that Snape was obsessed with her and did not truly love her. For if he had, he would have asked his master not to kill all her family, he would have told Lily herself everything, hidden them, and been the secret keeper himself.
After the reporters got the information they wanted, Ragnock and Harry asked them to leave. The articles would come out in the next few days.
Harry was upset after showing a few of the memories, and went in the dueling room to let out some of his anger.
The same day, Harry extracted the memories of the reporters from his head, and had sent a copy of them to Xenophilius Lovegood.
