The Manor in the Woods

by Gruagg

Harry didn't grow up with the Dursley's. Instead, He and Hermione grow up together in an orphanage till a Death Eater Attack. This is their story. Multi Pairing. minor bashing, but not the focus. Rated M because I want to be absolutely safe. Poll for Susan's pairing up. let me know your views. Warning, this fic does get dark in spots, I do not write smut, stuff is at most implied.

5. Chapter 5: Final Preparations

A/N Once again, I do not own anything, and am only playing in the sandboxes that have been provided. On a side note, I hope that everyone has enjoyed this so far.

A10Riddick : I can't say one way or the other, But we shall see. I am not saying I don't know, Just I don't want to give a spoiler one way or the other.

Hope you like this chapter, Warning It gets a bit dark at the end.

Chapter 5

Draco woke up feeling rather off. Something felt different but he could not quite place it. Shrugging it off as probably a restless sleep, he crawled out of bed and went to make his way to the bathroom. Rubbing his chest slightly as his muscles hurt a bit there, he realizes his hair was hanging in his face a bit. I suppose it is time for a haircut . Not a horrible thing as it gets me away from father and his incessant ramblings of pureblood this and blood traitors that . Mother is a daughter of the house of Black , a much more prestigious house than Malfoy , and she doesn ' t ever ramble on about it . Mother says that breeding is just a first step , that one ' s actions must speak louder than one ' s words . Walking into the bathroom with his head down and lost in his own thoughts, he did not see the mirror. However, when he went to go about his morning ablutions, a high pitched scream rent its way through the Manor.

It was only a moment later that Narcissa Malfoy nee Black burst in and grabbed her son by the shoulders. She quickly took in that her son had her raven black hair, that it was much longer, reaching past his shoulders, possibly to the middle of his back, and, if she could believe her eyes, his body was more inline with an 11 year old girl than it was yesterday. "Mu….m… Mum? It's….its gone!" Narcissa was confused, her steel gray eyes were reflected on her son's face, her magic telling her this was her son, so there was no question. Yesterday though, his eyes where a lighter blue. Looking where her son was covering, she slowly removed one hand, and then the other, her eyes widening to near comical proportions. Her son, Draco Malfoy, Heir to the Noble house of Malfoy, now had a womanhood.

It had taken a bit to calm her son, Or is it daughter now ?, and get them to St. Mungos. He had insisted on wearing his clothes, at least until he found out quite quickly that his undergarments rubbed the wrong way and caused pain. That had set off another near panic when Narcissa had done the one thing she could do as a mother. Oh her parents and aunt and uncle where horrible people, and not worthy of the name Black in her mind. But her Grandfather and Grandmother had taught her well. The most important being that children were a blessing. They should never be hurt or harmed. Punishment was one thing, but it should never be excessive. So she did what her Grandmother had done for her when she had found out about her betrothal to Lucius. She kneeled down on one knee and hugged her son to her chest, leaning her head down so she could speak softly in his ear, "Draco, darling. You are my child. I love you, and no matter what happens, I will always be your mother. I understand that you are scared, and you have every right to be. But I need you to listen to me and do what I say. I will be with you every step of the way, but you have to trust me. I love you. Ok my little dragon?"

That had calmed him down enough for her to convince him it would be less painful and safer to wear a pair of knickers. She had had to pull them up herself for her son, and if it wasn't for the seriousness of the situation, she might have laughed at the absurdity of it all. Now in a private office, and after several tests, the healer walked in. "Lady Malfoy, we have received the results of the tests, however they are quite confusing. I would like to bring in a specialist in potions accidents, however, I need your permission. I can have her step in but there is also a letter here for you from Gringotts." She waved for him to hand the letter over and as she thought, it was from their account manager. The contents were disturbing. Lucius was gone, she was sure of that.

Why she had no idea, however she knew she would never find him again. He also explained what he had done and why to Draco, naming him a useless spawn who followed his mother around like a lost puppy. As such, he figured if his son wanted to follow a weak willed woman, he might as well be one as well. He had sent along divorce papers that he had already signed and as such, she was now a Black in name once again. A frown crossed her face, but that could be dealt with later. "Please show the healer in." The door opened to admit the last person she ever thought she would see, Andromeda Tonks, her elder sister. And frankly, she was relieved.

It was a long conversation, but the end result was simple. There was no chance of reversal. A unique ingredient had been added that made it permanent. Draco had been more than a bit upset, but, as children are want to do, overcame it at the idea that it was something else to separate him from her father. Someone that she absolutely loathed now due to not only what he did to her, but her mother. They had moved out of Malfoy Manor, taking what they could, and was theirs, and moved in with Andromeda. Draco, now known as Astria Black, due to her mothers maiden name coming into play, found out her mother and Aunt had secretly been in communication over the years, though they had of course kept it quiet.

Eventually, she had to buy a whole new wardrobe, learn the ins and outs, or at least the basics, of being a girl, and the dreaded TALK, namely about the changes in her body and what would occur. By the time school would start, Astria Black would be a welcome daughter of the House of Black, with a personal goal of making her mother proud.

Harry was sitting in St. Mungos with Hermione and Ms. Louis as they awaited the Healers to allow visitors to Sirius Black. The man accused of betraying him and his parents was innocent. The will had made it clear who the secret keeper was, and that was an explanation to him. It pointed out someone named Peter Pettigrew, what he looked like, what to watch for and his mannerisms. But that wasn't all. The hits had kept coming though. He was supposed to be raised by several different families, the Dursleys had been completely excluded from taking him in. He was grateful to have been raised with Hermione by Ms. Erica, but a small part of him wondered why Bagnold had seen fit to seal the will.

Among the bequeathments where various things, money to friends, a small house to someone named Remus Lupin for his furry little problem, though he had no idea what that meant. Maybe some magical people shed like dogs ? I hope I don ' t . But it was the closing remarks from his parents about how much they loved him and wanted him to grow up happy, loved, and cared for. He had been holding in the tears till they could leave, and had missed them bringing in Sirius Black. Apparently, they had something for fast travel, a port something, though he had no idea what it was or even how it worked. That had led to the trial and he learned that this man had been thrown into prison for no reason beyond it was convenient. He was not found guilty and at a place at St. Mungos, where Harry and Hermione along with Ms. Louis where sitting.

It was just a whirlwind for Harry and Hermione lately. It hadn't even been a month since he was contacted by magical britain and he was betrothed to four different girls, was a celebrity, been in the newspapers and all sorts of other things, and now he had a godfather that may or may not be mentally sane anymore. It was as he was sitting there stewing in his own thoughts that a girl with black hair and gray eyes came up and spoke. "Mind if I sit next to you two?" Harry simply nodded his head and looked at her. "Harry Potter, and you?" "Astria Black, though a couple weeks ago it was Draco Malfoy. My father did something and now I'm a girl." Shrugging her shoulders. "Anyways, I heard Sirius Black is there, and my mum is his cousin and well, I'm hoping he will let me continue to use the Black name and….."

Harry and Hermione listened and talked with Astria. What had happened to her and what had happened to them. It was nice, to Harry and Hermione, to meet someone their own age who didn't seem to just want something. After a bit, Narcissa and Andromeda found them and after introductions, including that they where technically cousins of Harry, and that he recognized Andromeda's name from the will reading, that he found out that Astria came to St. Mungo's on a daily basis to see a mind healer to help her adjust to and deal with the emotional trauma of her change. She was dealing with it, she confessed though that it was difficult. The hardest point had been the numerous betrothal contracts that had been coming in. Another reason they needed to talk to Sirius.

Finally they were let in to see him, and he had simply waved them all in, against the protests of the healer on duty. Narcissa ran up to him and simply hugged him. "I knew you couldn't have, but…. But with Lucius as my husband…" He gave a soft smile. "I know Cissa, I know. It doesn't matter now." Taking a deep breath he continued, "I'm not completely good Cissa, but I AM better than I should be. Animagus and Dementors leave animals alone sooo…." He looked around, and saw Harry. "Harry, god you look like James, but with Lily's eyes. Guessing you might have heard that but… well…" Harry simply walked forward, and after a tentative look at Erica, he dashed and gave Sirius a hug. "I have family…" The world receded a bit and he cried letting it out. The pain and loneliness that they had felt over the years, the terror that someone was hiding in the shadows, the fear of everything.

"Harry, hey, look at me ok?" when he saw his attention on him, "I'm not perfect, I made mistakes, and I am sorry. But I am going to take a little time to heal, but after that, you are going to be safe. Cissa and Dromey here will help. We will fix all that we can." They all sat and talked, and when Narcissa brought up the status of Astria, he simply said she was a favored daughter of the House of Black, and when he could get to Gringotts and sort things out, he would handle setting up a dowry and trust vault. "Furthermore, you," he said looking at her, "will choose your own spouse. I don't care if its muggleborn, half blood, pureblood, boy, or girl. Whoever makes you happy is all that matters. I do ask though that you try to stay away from death eater followers. I am not saying their children are bad, but, well…." Astria simply nodded and looked away a bit red.

"Yes Lord Black." "Sirius, unless the situation calls for it, it's Sirius. Harry, you may or may not know, but you're technically my heir. So, I want you to watch out for her. And the other ladies, ok?" Harry nodded. He had been taught by Vanen what it meant, and though it scared him a bit, he wouldn't back down. A sense of pride welled up in him. I have family , and I can help keep them safe . Well , thats what I ' m going to do . Soon they all left for their different houses. They wouldn't be able to see Sirius again before school started, but it was good.

Later that night, Harry was talking to Vanen about all that happened. "I don't know sir, but it just… feels, I guess is the best word, that I should protect them. Not just Hermione, but Astria, Daphne, Padme and Parvati…. I never considered it before, but, when he asked me to look after them, I sort of just knew it was the right thing to do." Vanen nodded and humed a bit before he answered. "I would suspect that is the family magic. As the heir of House's Potter and Black, you would naturally seek to help and protect those of your house. It's nothing to worry about, just keep in mind that you will, most likely, act a bit more aggressive than is normal when it comes to their safety." Harry nodded and went to the training room, wanting to get a little practice in to help clear his mind before he went to bed.

Wandless had been something they still worked on, and Harry had been focusing mainly on levitating multiple objects. He found that if he didn't focus hard, but instead just reached with his magic, letting it flow, he got better results. It was similar to walking, he didn't think of how to walk when he did it, he simply did it. Hermione had taken a bit longer to get that idea, but in the end, they were both doing good. It was slow going, and they did still tire easily as wandless required more energy, but it worked for them. He let his magic flow out of him and into some small puff balls, lifting them up, and slowly rotating them around himself. Ms. Louis had said that it was similar to something she saw in a movie one time called Star Wars.

Eventually though, he tired out and went up to his room. He showered and cleaned up himself, then crawled into his bed. He noticed Hermione was there already, and as he wrapped an arm around her, he felt her shift so that she was facing him. He fell asleep to the simple idea that as long as he had his best friend, everything would be alright.

September 1st was drawing close, only a couple more days away. There was one last major thing though that the trio needed to take care of. They had gotten all of their supplies, including their wands. A wandmaker from Germany had shown up and taken the measurements and then done a few tests with woods and cores. It took a week to make them, but the wandcrafter also mentioned that it would be a good idea to have him check their wands every year till they were in their early twenties as their magic would adjust, grow, and slightly change as they grew older. As such, the wands would need slight adjustments over time to ensure the best match for them. For now though, Harry's wand was 11 and 1/16 inches made of Elder Rowan wood with a core made up of powdered elemental serpent skin, willingly given. He was told that it was a good wand for defense and elemental magic. Hermione's wand on the other hand was 10 and 13/16 inches long, made of young pine with a core of the heartstring of a dire wolf. This particular direwolf heartstring, he had said, came from a mother that had sacrificed herself for her cubs fighting poachers. It was a wand that would work its best in protective magic and transfiguration.

Both were in wonder at their wands and the reactions they had received. But that was for another day. Today, they had the familiar ritual to perform. At breakfast, Vanan spoke from his portrait. "Today is a great day, another step by young magicals into the wonders of magic and towards adulthood. Are you two ready?" Seeing the children nod their heads with anticipation, he continued. "Good. Now, although we have been going over this for several days now, we will recap to ensure that nothing is forgotten and that you are prepared." Giving a stern eye to Harry. Oh, he knew the boy was smart, but he did have a tendency to want to run off and play, dragging Hermione with him. Secretly, he was very pleased with this, as it showed the two children were healing and could still be children. However, he would give them every tool he could, just as his ancestors had always done.

"Hermione, explain to me, in simple terms, what the familiar ritual is." He was glad he had taken the time to tell her that books were a great source of information, they should be cross referenced, and a certain bias from the author was to be expected. In another life, or time, this would have been near impossible, but with everything as it was now, she understood easier. Though she still had a habit of near regurgitation on information. "The familiar ritual is a ritual that allows a magical to connect with an animal to create a bond. It is a two way bond, where the familiar gains intelligence, increased vitality, and other benefits. They also gain access to a small amount of magic from their master. The master on the other hand gains an animal that will defend and protect them, an extension of themselves in some points, and one that is able to assist them with mundane things." Vanen nodded than looked at Harry.

"Harry, explain why she said magical and not witch or wizard." He thought about it for a second while swallowing his food. "Magical refers to anything with magic and is considered truly sentient. This includes species or races such as witches and wizards, goblins, merfolk, centaur, and others. In essence, anything that is intelligent enough, with a strong enough connection to magic may have a familiar. It is even argued that Elder Dragons of history made familiars of entire villages of humans in the past, hence why history says that some villages would offer young men or women as sacrifices to be eaten by said dragon. Though there is no actual proof, Elder Dragons are now extinct." "Good point Harry." Looking back to Hermione he continued, "Hermione, walk me through the first through fourth steps of the ritual, Harry will explain the last three steps." And so the conversation continued on.

It was night time, and Harry sat outside with his new familiar Hedwig. She was a pure white snowy white owl that he had found in Diagon Alley. He knew she had been smart before but now, though the bond was new and would grow as time went on, he knew she was smart enough to hold a conversation. Assuming he was interpreting her hoots and barks correctly. "Hoot Hoo ho HOOOT! Ark!" laughing softly, he went back to scratching her chest feathers, "Sorry girl, I got distracted." Ruffling her feathers up a bit, she tilted her head up and peered at him, down her beak.

Hermione sat not far away as her cat Crookshanks sat in her lap. He was young, a kitten of only three months old, however he was also half kneazle. "You're definitely special Crookshanks. And very beautiful as well." The cat only purred a bit louder, snuggled up, and seemed to go into that special nap that only cats can do. She looked over to Harry, and he looked at her at the same time. Both were happy. The familiar bond was like having a piece of yourself found, a piece you didn't know was missing to begin with.

Harry smiled and said, "One more day, then we go to school." "I know Harry. I am sort of sad about it though. I'm just used to it being just us. And now, everything is changing." A soft and sad smile was on both of their faces. It was then they heard Ms. Louis speaks up. "That's part of growing up. I have done and will continue to do everything I can for you two. But children grow up, and nothing can change that. Enjoy life, and the wonder of the world, magic and non magic. Never forget where you have been, don't stop looking forward, but remember to live in the moment. Tomorrow will come soon enough." She sat down between them and pulled them close just holding them. To her, they were her children, whether she carried them or not. A determination once again settled in her mind. I will protect my children .

Nicholas Flamel sat at his desk in his study, looking at the letter in his hand. A small frown marred his features. "Nicholas dear, what is it?" His wife, Perenelle, was standing in the door. They had been married for more than 550 years, so it was no surprise they were very intune with each other. "Just this letter from Albus dear." "Please tell me he is not asking for the stone again." A frown marring her beautiful features. For someone who was over 600 years old, she barely looked out of her 30's. "No dear, it's actually him explaining everything we have been hearing the past month. He admits his mistakes, which is surprising in itself, stepping down from near everything, and running off like some young fool to play dark wizard catcher with the defense league."

Perenelle sat down across from him, and tapped her chin for a moment. "He was always a bit of a schemer, but I suppose we do not have to worry about him asking for the stone anymore? I know, I know. But it really isn't something that should be given to others. Even Albus dear." "I know." He answered with a sigh. "The problem was, his arguments were very sound, and now? Now he says he will do what he can to keep interested parties away from us. Though he does encourage us to see about moving to Hogwarts as teachers, under Minerva. He says we may be able to find an apprentice in the arts. Apparently, Min is going to be using the ICW standard for the first through third years, and speeding up the upper years."

Perenelle smiled and hummed a bit before leaning over, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I know that look dear. I suppose I should go pack, but let's move the stone back to the labyrinth. I don't want it brought with us. It's not like we really need it more than once a decade." Nicholas simply smiled a rather humorous smile, "Yes well, you were the one who came up with the idea that we should spread it around so that it had to be ingested weekly."

Useyov Flippovich was a squib, much to his shame. He hated his family for giving birth to him, but that wasn't his greatest hate for them. His brother, who had been named the heir to their long and noble pureblood house, was also a blood traitor, in his eyes. He had married a filthy half blood, and worst of all, he listened to her and took her advice. His sister had further sullied herself by marrying a disgusting mudblood. He knew his parents were soft. Though he was glad to be alive, he knew that the moment it was determined he was a squib, he should have been drowned as the disgrace he was.

The fact his family had listened to his sister, a woman, and then let her marry who she wanted, should have seen her in the family dungeons and used as nothing more than a toy for the pleasures of whoever wanted her. The only difference, in his mind, between a pureblood and a muggleborn, was that a pureblood woman was at least good for breeding. Their role was simple, again in his mind. They should be honored to be used by their betters, the pureblooded men. Providing pleasure with their hands and mouths as early as a 1st year in schools, as was their place. As soon as they started their monthlies, they should be pulled from the school and bred. So what if they might not survive. It wasn't as if their opinion mattered or they were important enough to care about.

His great grandparents knew that. His Great Grandfather had fought for Grindelwald, and his great grandmother had trained all of her daughters in the old ways. Ofcourse, neither had lived to the end of the war, but that didn't matter. They would be avenged, or should have been. But it didn't matter. He was a squib, and if he was to be forced to live with his shame, he would work around it. He had been a genius, and had, secretly, mastered runes and arithmancy. Of course, he had kept a low profile in the family and homes, when he was around. No need to give the traitors a clue as to his real motivations. The ritual he had designed would take the magic from the air and infuse it into a squib, giving them access to magic. Afterwards, he would have had the power to do what he felt needed to be done. A purging unlike anything seen before.

That had been his plan, but now he was stuck in some stone hallway. He would get out of here, complete his ritual, and then he would have his vengeance. The world had scorned him, and he would burn it in return.

Albus looked over his team. They had acted perfectly and all followed the plans for the Greater Good. One more threat down, one more threat removed. Sure, their were those that truly didn't deserve this fate. A baker from some village on their way here had known something from the war, a catholic priest that would have seen a chance of peace between magicals and non-magicals, though that last one had a very small chance of success and sadly, was quite immune to obligations. It happened, of course, but for the greater good, some must be sacrificed.

Clearing his throat, he spoke to his team. "This was a close one, and we must move faster in the future. However, it is due to those like this man, the misguided, that the Greater Good exists." "The Greater Good" came back from the others. "We must continue to strive, for the plan must move forward. For the Greater Good we act." "The Greater Good" echoed around again. "Our next target has been given to us, through divining and other esoteric magics, we move onto Africa. We will need to be there within the week. Set up camp, and let us clean this up. Compile the notes and add them to the Codex, for one day, it will be important. For the Greater Good, we act." "The Greater Good."

Yes, things were working out. It was all, for the Greater Good.

Severus Snape had met Gellert Grindelwald. It had been an …. Interesting meeting. A few days, he assumed with the man who had pointed out one crucial thing to the young potions master. There was something in the center, the heart. He had no idea what it was, as when it had been put there, he had been on the front lines. He had assumed it was the main wardstone, though he had changed his opinion over the years. There was a certain sentience that had started some ten years ago. How, he had no idea. But it was there.

That had been enough for Snape. Perhaps, if he could find this stone, he could find a way out of here. If he did, he would disappear. Albus was too dangerous, and he knew that plans had been made to make him an enemy and one of the most wanted men in the world. He had underestimated Albus, and he was now paying the price. It didn't matter though. He would find a way out, or die trying. As he rounded a corner, he came face to face with another of the towers… defenses… he supposed. A magical creature, though what it was, he had no idea. It seemed to look like a slug with a rather sturdy and hard looking shell on its back. A stinger stuck out from its mouth, and he could see a trail of fire behind it, as if it moved by expelling flames from its backside.

"SCRREEEEEEE" The sound rent the air, and his wand came up as he dived to the side. Whatever it was, he knew he would have to act fast and decisively. A small smile graced his lips. I am not out of the game yet .

The heart enjoyed watching the greasy haired one, Snape, it seemed to recall. She pitted a few different creatures against him, and he always succeeded. He was intelligent, but she did not like him. Though for now, he was definitely her favorite toy. If he survived this, perhaps she could reward him with one of the females in the tower. It didn't quite understand the workings, or even the whys. But the male population did seem to enjoy the female population's presence. They screamed, fought, and yelled, of course. Why, the heart didn't know. Perhaps it was a human mating ritual of sorts. There were a few females though that seemed to accept it, having realized that the tower would reward them better if they simply did what it wanted. Perhaps I should make myself a body ….

As the heart watched Snape deal with the Blast Ended Skrewt, a creature from an age long past and forgotten about, it hummed in approval. Yes, her favorite toy should be rewarded. Now the question was which one to send his way. There was that one female who never bent to her will, but she would not do it. No, perhaps the veela would work better, though she would have to suppress its natural abilities.

A woman in another part of the tower, one reserved for the women who were not a danger to others, awoke. She noticed one of the submissive women, those who simply accepted this as their fate for various reasons, stood up and walked off. Shaking her head, she knew she would see her again, most likely, returned and put into a healing bubble. Thankfully, the tower did not allow pregnancies. Most of the women here, all 38 of them, fell into one of three categories. The first never lasted long. They were the dangerous ones. They attacked anyone and the tower simply moved them away, if they even were brought to this part. Thankfully, they were few in number from what she knew.

The second group was by far the largest and consisted of over 20 of the women here. They were the Submissives as she came to call them in her mind. They accepted whatever was done, and the tower took care of them. Food, water, bedding, clothes, and a safe spot. She assumed the tower was simply using them as a way to encourage or reward the males in the tower. Honestly, it sickened her, but she also understood that history throughout the world had worked that way. Women had only recently in the last century really started to gain any rights.

The last group was her group. The fighters. They were rarely sent out, but again, the tower would sap their strength during their fight to be used by whoever they were being given to. Their strength, their magic, their personal will. They were still used, still taken, and still healed and everything else. She had never been sent after the first time. She had killed the man for trying to touch her.

Looking over at the wall where she was still painstakingly carving runes into the wall, she smiled. The tower, for whatever reason, seemed to help her. Correcting a rune here or there. Briefly, she wondered if the tower was encouraging her, or playing some game. It didn't matter though. Emerald green eyes, framed in a crown of brilliant red hair, looked again. She was the brightest witch of her age, and her son needed her. Lily Potter would escape, and nothing would stop her.

Chapter End

Final Notes

Holy Crap, this chapter was both fun, and difficult to write. This was definitely a good chapter and set up a few things I wanted to do, but needed to build up a few things. As you may have noticed, I am putting a lot of information on Nurmengard, because it is a big part of the story.

Hope you liked the ending there. Probably a lot of questions as well, and it will be explained later.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter and are looking forward to the next one. Till the next chapter of The Manor in the Woods Ch . 6

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