Harry Potter sighed as he heard the car arrive with Aunt Marge.
Not only was it raining, but now the entitled Bitch was here.
He opened the door and ducked into the rainy night to collect the bags so he could get out of sight in his room.
He had started a pot roast for the Hag, and had already had a sandwich and two bottles of water hidden in his Room.
As he dragged the heavy cases up to the guest room, before he ran to his room and closed the door, he was muttering the bowel loosening curse under his breath.
Once he was in his room, he leaned on the door. "I hate that Bitch."
"That's why we chose tonight to grab you." A female voice spoke from beside his wardrobe. Harry turned to look and saw a woman in a red leather bikini, knee high boots with a cuban heel. He could see her wand poking out of her right boot. Her hair was pulled into tight cornrows, with rune carved beads every three to six inches.
Her eyes were twinkling with mirth, as she looked at him like a piece of meat. "Before you ask, yes you know me. I was the Muggleborn of the group so I could find my way here. As for the attire, we need to carry as little as possible. Are you ready to ditch this place for good?"
She pulled her wand from her boot and tossed it to him.
He rolled it in his fingers. Ten and Three quarters, Vine, carved with a Vine motif. He knew this wand. He knew this Witch… but both were older than they should be…
"How…"
"We are about twenty years older." She smiled, as she reclaimed her wand. Leave your clothes, but pack everything else. We have a limited time. At midnight, we return to our time. You will need your wand, money, and Cloak." Returning her wand to her boot, she turned to Hedwig. "Hey Beautiful. Harry will be at the Cauldron. But you need to get to my house first. Give my younger self this scroll. Don't worry, you will get your bacon."
Hedwig clutched the scroll and as soon as the window was open, was winging into the night.
Harry gathered his things that he wanted to take with him. He then led the way down to the cupboard under the stairs. A wave of her hand and the padlock popped open. He drug out his trunk, and loaded the few things he wanted to keep on his person.
All was almost going to plan… except Veron had heard just enough to become curious and got up from the table and stepped into the hall.
"What do you think you are doing, Boy?"
Without even looking up, Harry answered. "Leaving."
"And where are you going? Because you will not be coming back here."
"His Godfather." Warrior Queen Hermione stepped out of the shadows. "His Wizard Godfather. Now go finish your dinner or…"
"And you are?" Vernon blustred, only for her wand to jump into her hand. "His Godfather you say." Vernon paled before backing into the Kitchen. "Lock up behind you."
(From through the door)
"What was that?" Marge.
"The Freak. He is leaving." Vernon
"Well, good riddance." Marge sounding pleased.
"Vernon? And what about…" Petunia.
"We should be good until the end of the year. We will just have to move. I will list the house on Monday, and get a listing of what is where?"
HPWQ
Out on the street, Hermione made sure Harry had his wand and wallet, before she shrunk his trunk to the size of a matchbox and had him drop it into his pocket. They headed toward Wisteria Walk. Once they were near the playground, Hermione put her thumb and middle finger in her mouth and gave a strong sharp whistle.
A black vicious dog head appeared across the street.
"Padfoot, Heel!" Hermione barked. When the dog was in the middle of the street, it stopped, and growled. "Okay, you're almost as paranoid as Moody. How about 'I solemnly swear I'm up to no good'."
The black dog trotted up to her, only to be hit with a drying charm, before she flicked her wand high.
A bang heralded the arrival of a purple triple decker bus. Using a gold coin from Harry's pouch, Hermione herded the two males onboard and slapped the coin into Stan's palm. "Number twenty one Grimmauld Place. Double that if we are the next stop." She herded the two wizards onto the closest open bed, and gripped the bed frame.
The Bus started with a band, and thirty seconds later, it stopped with a bang at their stop. Harry dug out three gold coins, dropped them into Stan's palm and followed Hermione's bikini clad bum into the street.
With a wheeze and a bang, the bus vanished.
"This way." Hermione led the way to a ruin of a house.
Padfoot whined.
"I know, but the Wards are strong and it will give you time to bond with Harry. On August 29th you two can head to the Leaky Cauldron and catch a certain rat, and expose two of the three who put you away."
The air shimmered as the three arrived at number twelve. Three witches also in bikinis and boots appeared out of thin air.
A Blond, in a green stained leather bikini, stepped forward. "My Lord." She bent forward to scratch under the dog's chin, letting him see her breasts jiggle. "I was able to visit the Potter Manor. It was damaged, but the elves are working to rebuild it, it will be ready by the time you are declared an Adult."
Black just wagged his tail.
An Indian in a Sapphire stained leather with gold trim, pulled out four plastic bags with the name 'Star of Bengal' stamped on the plastic. "The heating and statis charms won't hold for long."
The dog shimmered into human form. "The Hot Witches in skimpy bikinis I might have been able to handle as a dog, but curry shoots through me faster than if I am human. That's playing dirty." The raggedy wizard scowled for about a minute, before smiling. "Well played."
"I was able to visit my Auntie's Office. I left the file on her desk." The Busty redhead wearing a black leather bikini. "I hope you are correct that the file was worth our having to run around in these …"
"Bikinis." The males chorused. "And yes, yes it was."
The four witches rolled their eyes, "Boys!" They were grinning.
Sapphire cleared her throat and shook the bags.
The Animagus scutted up the steps and placed his hand on the door. "I, Sirius Black, Son of Black command this door to open."
Nothing happened.
"Ahm, Padfoot? Sirius Black is the Lord of House Black. Harry is the true Heir to Black." Hermione called to the tattered robed wizard.
"I, Sirius Black, Lord of Black, Command this Door to open."
Nothing Happened…
Then the door clicked… the wood groaned… the metal screeched as steel bolts drew back, and with a snap and a pop the door cracked open. Keeping his palm on the door he looked over his shoulder, "I invite you five into my House."
The six of them stepped into the foyer. As the door closed and resealed behind them, Hermione prevented anyone from moving as she lit the sconches. The two witches that had empty hands found their wands and went to work casting cleaning hexes and charms as they followed Hermione's lead.
"Sirius. Kreature lives. You will need to Command him. Harry, call Dobby."
"Dobby?" the boy frowned.
"Great Wizard Harry Potter calls Dobby?" a dagger nosed Elf bobbed at Harry's knee.
"Bond him!" Hermione deflected a crossbow quarrel as she continued to light the path to the back of the house.
Dobby drove his head under Harry's hand. "Does Master Bond Dobby?"
"Yes?" There was a pop.
"Great Master Harry Potter is now Master!" Dobby squeed.
"Please don't call me that." Harry rubbed the little guy's head. "But Great Wizard Harry Potter Sir is still allowed."
The Elf's face lit up.
"Disgraceful Son returns. Kreature hoped he would die in that cell." A hatchet nosed Elf loomed out of the shadows from the first landing of the stairs. "Mistress will be so disappointed."
Harry turned and by reflex lashed out with his magic, knocking Kreature back. Having just bonded Dobby and Kreature needing an active Master, Harry's magic washed over the old Elf and forced a bond on him.
Hermione snorted. "Did not see that happening. Looks like you are off the hook, Padfoot." Her eyes dropped to Dobby. "Dobby, do you recognize my Authority?"
Dobby squinted at her… "Mistress Granger…" his eyes flicked to the blond, "Mistress Daffy…" the redhead, "Mistress Bones and…" he frowned at the witch in blue… "Mistress Paddy."
"Good." Hermione pointed in the direction she was heading. "That way leads to the Kitchen. By the time we get there it needs to be cleaned." Dobby vanished.
"Mistress not be pleased." Kreature croaked.
"Kreature, what would you say if we told you that we know the truth of Reggie's Death."
Daphne asked.
"What you know?"
"The Dark Lord asked for the loan of an Elf. Reggie offered you." Susan began, if she was who Harry thought.
Daphne took up the tale. "Reggie ordered you to return when you were finished. Not knowing that the Half Breed had no intention of returning you to Reg."
"Following your orders, you returned when the Dark Lord left you to die." Padma stepped forward. "Master Reg nursed you back to Health and took steps to undo the actions of the half blood Bastard.
Hermione crossed her arms. "Reg died striking a blow against a Great Enemy of House Black. You tried to save him as he saved you, but his last orders stood and you could not find a loophole before you were ripped away."
"Kreature failed Master!" The old wailed.
Hermione reached over and scratched behind the Elf's ear. "Master Harry, here has the power to destroy the Item. I will teach him a hex to cleanse the item before we leave tonight. After all, it would be a shame to destroy such a valuable Relic, now that House Black has acquired it, by both Theft and Battle Victory. The man who it was stolen from stole it from the Witch who had purchased it after his Mother sold it to pay for his birth. He also stole another Relic from the Witch after forcing her Elf to poison her Mistress then killed the Elf like a common muggle."
"No!" The Elf cried in dismay.
"When we leave, Master Harry will have the knowledge to acquire the four Founder's Relics, and the fabled Deathly Hallows." Daphne scratched behind the Elf's other ear. "As For the Dog that holds the Lordship of Black… he will only hold long enough to teach the young Master the Responsibilities he has to House Black and House Potter."
"My twin is Lady Black." the Indian Lass spoke up. "She stayed behind to Anchor the spell that sent us back. I came back to guide them home. For the most part, we make our Home here. Where we are watched over by our Elves, and the Keeper of the House is Grampy Kreature. Next year Harry will bond with your successor. You will instruct her how to maintain the House of Black. Only thing to change is House Black's view on Blood Status."
Kreature's chin rose.
"None of that." Padma turned to walk towards the Kitchen.
"Hold it!" Hermione yelled. "Beware the Troll foot. It is cursed to trip you."
Everyone human tiptoed past the troll leg umbrella stand. When Harry entered the kitchen, it was shining.
"Harry." Hermione smiled at him. "Call the Elves. You will have to order Kreature, but you have insisted that unless we are having Formal Company, the Elves eat with the Family."
Harry nodded. "Dobby! Kreature! Attend me!"
HPWQ
As the Grandfather clicked and the minute hand popped to the Eleven on its face, the four girls and Harry gathered in the Foyer.
Sirius and the Elves stood on the lowest landing, spying on the young Master. Dobby was bouncing on his toes as he watched his Master say goodbye to his Witches. Kreature stood tall with Pride, a sneer on his lips, and a certain Locket proudly displayed on his naked chest.
Padma kissed young Harry, "Find us on the Train. Ask us to 'join you for Red Curry'. It is a passphrase. Don't be alarmed by our reaction."
Bones hugged his head to her hefty hooters. "Find me. Ask me to talk about House Business." She then kissed him.
Daphne stepped up and ruffled his hair. "Find me. Ask me to Tea to talk about House Black business." She kissed his cheek. "Anything else will have to wait until you are declared an Adult." She whispered in his ear.
Hermione stepped up. "When we meet at the Leaky, say to me, 'the Zeb-ra sleeps alone'." Her kiss was tender. "Oh, have a few Galleons on the train to send Ronald away. He is a spy for Dumbledore. At school, have him try out for Keeper. Woods is good, but he needs an alternative. So do you. If Oliver doesn't take at least two alternates that can hold their own in at least two spots, you quit the Team. Ginny and Ron are the best of our House that are not on the team."
She stepped back and joined hands with the others.
Then the clock struck midnight… and they were gone.
"I love magic, but that was the first time I am sorry it worked." Harry smiled sadly.
"This gives just short of two weeks to pound ten years of training into your head."
HPWQ.
In the ruins of what was the Black Townhouse, four witches arrived. They hugged their sister wife.
Hermione looked around. "Well we did as Luna asked." She stretched, "Riddle will not rise."
"What does this have to do with Dark Lord Weasley and his Gryphon Riders?" The pregnant Pavarti hissed. "He murdered our Husband six months ago and you failed…"
"Weasley?" Hermione snapped around. "Shit. We stop one Hell on Earth and another rises to take its place." She looks over head at the full moon. "We have another chance in twenty seven days. We need to get back to…"
Pav holds up a stuffed Grim. "The place we call home is the Granger Estate."
The five and a half witches vanished in a blue flash.
Tbc