Harry Potter groaned as he sat up in the White Void.

A noise to his left drew his attention to a human, mummified and yet alive, hiding under a bench… in the Hogsmeade Express station. A multiple shades of White Hogsmeade Express station.

Harry stood to better look about him.

Two females, a ravenette and a scarlet redhead, were sitting at a circular patio table drinking something and chatting. That both were wearing bikinis and designer shades did nothing to clue him in about where he was, what was happening, or who they were.

So he did the only thing a Gryffondore could do...

He approached the two women. "Excuse me, Ladies. Could you please tell me where we are?"

"Well, the one good thing your sister did was install proper manners."

"I know I have tried to teach that old dog his manners, but he told me that his lack of manners was done as an insult to his Mother." The redhead set her tea down. She shifted her green eyes to Harry.

His breath caught in his chest as his Heart pounded heavily. He recognized the green from his reflection. From when all he could see was his mother's eye…

Suddenly a chair was under him, just as his legs gave out.

"Mister Potter. * The Ravenette smiled, "Harry. In case you have not figured out who I am…"

"Death." Harry shook his head to clear it. "Also known as Grim. You have more Names than Albus had Flamboyant Robes." He tore his eyes off his Mother. "You are after all an old friend of the Family. And that means that my idea worked, but something tells me that Cunt is not going to uphold his side of the Deal."

"You're correct." Grim sipped her tea. "I need him to fail on his return. You have killed all his anchors but the eighth. You know where they are. I will teach you a Hex to cleanse the Relics so you don't need to destroy them."

"My Boy." Lily smiled. "We have bargained for you to go back to the night he performed that ritual. In return for sending you back to the graveyard, your Father and I will pass on to the next Great Adventure. I am allowed to pass on a few family secrets. One, Potter Heirs find their Soulmate before their Thirteenth Birthday. Two, The Gift of Greatness is two bladed. And Three, Potters are both Blessed and Cursed by the Twins of Fate and Destiny."

"You're going to suffer, but you will be happy about it." Ron's words floated back to him.

Harry shook his head again. "And you, Grim?"

"In the graveyard, I am allowed certain… privileges. I will reclaim the soul shard in your head as you land. It will allow certain releases on your Magic and Core. Diggory must witness your fight. Since at this minute, you are the Master of all three Hallows, you are Master of Death. Because I expected the Stone to be cast away, as a cursed item, I did not expect it to resurface. When you return, use the Cloak and Wand to recall the Ring, cleanse it and in cleansing it the Stone will crumble."

"Harry, during the Summer," Lily spoke up, "Go Find Benkin's Shop. Get a bespoke wand and wand cuff. Holly and Elder are good, but you will need to have a legacy wand to place in the Vault at Gringotts. And remember, you are Loved."

Grim snapped her fingers.

Everything went white.

POMP

The twisting of the Portkey dropped the two Lads on the overgrown grass of the old Graveyard.

Harry's scar burst and oozed.

Harry, remembering what happens next, rolled to his feet as he drew his wand. As Diggory struggled to his feet, Harry struck him from behind with a silent full body bind hex. "Play Dead." He then removed it.

"Hello Wormtail." Harry yelled as he turned to peer into the night towards the Manor house. "Prongs sends his condolences on not being able to come himself."

"What are you talking about boy?" A croaking voice from his dreams and memories washed over the headstones.

"Ah, Tommy." Harry grinned as the shadowy figure climbed the hill. "So chuffed you could make it."

"How do you know that name?" The small bundle in the short man's arms rasped.

"You told me… or more accurately, a younger version of you told me about your history. Please thank Luci for the Diary." Harry waved his wand as he was talking. First he altered the fire under the Cauldron before he hit it with the blood boiling curse. By first cooling the fire, and using a boiling hex to keep up appearances, he tweaked the heat of the potion… and if Neville was any kind of an example, the potion was now unstable.

"Why did you spell your companion?" Peter had his wand pointed at Potter as he stepped into the light.

"He was in my way. As the Wizards that can rivial my Power have taught me, when something is in your way… remove it."

"Rivial your Power?" The bundle moved to show its face.

"You and Dumbledore. The only two who can match me in raw Power." Harry chuckled. "So much power, the Cunt bound my Core. It was also one reason I have not been overtaken by your soul shard."

"Soul Shard…"

"That reminds me. I need to thank Nagini. As your Seventh Soul Jar, she weakened your binding to this plane."

The Massive Snake slithered onto the Tom Riddle headstone.

Harry bowed his head to the snake. $Milady. You are as Beautiful as I remember. [repozie epio netwaye'a]$

"No!" the Tom Riddle Baby screamed. A yew Wand appeared in its hand only for twin expelliarmus hexs to slam into each non-student, two wand flew into the air… and Harry caught them both. The Yew Wand spewed green and Gold sparks and the Chestnut wand felt cold.

Two red stunners slammed into the two sprawling figures, before being followed by a binding of cords. Harry slid the two wands into a breast pocket of his Sports Robe. Taping his inner lower pocket, he held it open to Nagini.

$I can't promise much, but I can promise you a warm dry place to sleep, a full belly, and no one hunting or trying to hurt you so long as I live.$

Nagini cocked her head as she tasted the air around him, before slithering into the pocket.

"Removed me, did you?" Cedric approached from the side.

"With you on the ground, you were no longer a threat to me or them." Transfigured a rock into a chest baby carrier and tucked the Ugly Baby, wrapped up in the silk robe, into the carrier. He cast a feather light charm Peter, and slinging the short fat man across his shoulder, he cast a sticking charm to keep the 'deadman' in place. He grabbed the back of Cedrics robe. "Summon the Cup to you. It should return us to Hogwarts." Harry huffed. "Beware Moody."

[Accio Cup]

And Harry felt the hook tug behind his navel.

They vanished in a flash of Blue just as the Cauldron Exploded. A beam of light rose to the height of a mile before fading away.

POMP

Diggory landed on his feet as he caught Potter by the back of his robes.

"What I'm the name of Morgana's Sweaty Breasts was that!" Cedric hissed in Harry's ear.

"When I get finished with Poppy, I am going to take a Bath." Harry answered.

Cedric frowned at him but noticed his Father and Albus approaching from behind the younger lad. He frowned at him, he grunted.

"My Son!" Amos yelled in pride. "I knew you would win."

"No Dad." Cedric turned to look at the man. "Harry beat me to the Cup by a full two minutes. He spent that time killing a Acrumila that was preparing to jump me from behind me on the Maze wall. He then argued with me about who won. We decided to claim it as a tie."

"A tie?" The balding man frowned.

"Cedric will take the money." Harry glared at the Father of his rivial. "The Trophy will have our names etched and displayed in the Trophy Room." Harry stepped closer. "You, Director Diggory, will bend your weight to forcing the Ministry to recall the Kiss on Sight, from Sirius Black, and get him the Trial he deserves."

Harry turned to the Crowd. "I know I saw Minister Fudge, but is Director Bones Here? If Not, Please request her presence."

"Harry my boy, there is no need for that." Albus smiled grandfather smile number three.

"Oh no, Headmaster. You either call her, or I do. She will meet with me by the time I get to Poppy or I start killing Death Eaters. From where I am standing, I see three… no there's Luci… that's four."

"I don't care who you are." Fudge blustred. "You can not go around threatening pillars of our Society."

"You forget, Fudgy, I am Lord Potter, of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter." Harry snarled. From his breast pocket, he drew out the Yew Wand with his left hand. "Between the fued I have with his Heir, and the Attempt to kill me two years ago, I have the right to call him out. I also have another five before the statute of limitations runs out." Harry grinned at Luscious's paling face, "But as long as Luci draws breath, Draco has to run crying to his daddy everytime he gets butt-hurt."

Movement off to Harry's right caused him to draw his Holly wand and fire a stunning hex into the crowd. As the crowd parted, showing a downed Moody, Harry grinned, "Constant Vigilance!"

Half the students and Aurors in the crowd chorused the word Vigilance with him.

"Albus Dumbledore. Why was I summoned here by my Niece?"

The crowd split along a different path as a Woman with Fading red hair, a square jaw and a monocle strode forward.

"Ah, Amelia." Albus tried the honey approach. "Just a couple of students over reacting."

"Director Bones." Harry stepped forward and bobbed his head. "I am Harry Potter. Lord Potter, and Heir to Black. I have physical proof that Lord Sirius Black is innocent of the Crimes he was Accused of I'm Eighty One. I have proof of Crimes committed by Barry Crouch." His Holly wand flicked twice and the body of Moody rose six inches and was drawn to Harry's side. "Albus. Remove your hands slowly from your sleeves. I see that wand, I will take it from you. If you are lucky, you might keep the hand."

The crowd drew back as Albus made a show of his empty hands before crossing arms.

"Just what is your proof?" The Blackman behind the Director asked. Harry tapped Peter with his Holly wand, as he stepped to the right.

The body fell and bounced. It landed on its side… showing a hand missing its little finger.

The Director hissed. "Pettigrew."

"Impossible!" Fudge snapped, "Everyone knows Black killed him!"

"Minister." Bones snarled. "Shut up. One more word on this subject that doesn't involve getting Black a trial, and you will be sleeping with the drunks." Her monocle glinted in the torch light as she turned to Harry. "And the proof against Crouch?"

"You will have to wait about an hour." Harry nugded Moody with a toe, before frowning and squatting down to dig a ring of keys from the stunned professor. "Shack, in Moody's quarters, the seven lock trunk. The lock on the right." He tossed the rings of keys to the black man.

"You think that will make us believe you?" The man rumbled.

"No. It will distract Madam Poppy so I can get washed up." He looked down. "That reminds me." His wand was thrust forward and a white Myst sprayed out, before coalescing into a massive stag that pranced around the circle before sniffing Harry's Hair.

The Stag then reared onto its hind legs and exploded into bat winged horse with a beaky nose. "That's new. Find the closest Unspeakable of Authority. Tell them; I, Harry Potter, have a gift for the Department. End message."

A lunge and a flap of its wings and the ghostly stead vanished into the night.

"This seems to be a night of surprises." A Lass with pink hair strolled over towards Harry, and tripped in his direction.

"Not really, Tonks." Harry danced away from her. "Try that again, and I will use your first name."

Six people around them froze,

Bones raised her wand at the lad. "How do you know who she is?"

"The same way I know who you are." Harry crossed his arms, Holly in his right hand and Yew in his left. "When I learned who Black was, I did a bit of digging. My Father's Partner on the force. Then there were his cousins. And then their children. Both Black and Potter trained under the real Moody and served under You."

"And you knew to sidestep her…"

"Kinesiology." Harry smiled. "Moody gimping about had the rythum of movement. You and the rest of your squad had a uniform movement. But when Tonks here stepped away, she was not holding to your shape, and her Morphic Matrix shifted and she tripped over nothing."

Susan stepped out of the crowd and stood in front of Harry. "What is our connection?"

"Pretty girl from across the Hall to some dumb Broody Jock of a Prat?"

Susan shook her head. "He doesn't know. Anyone trying to impersonate him would of the Contract. But Weasley would not let me close enough to begin talks."

"Twins! String him Up until I can see him in the morning." Harry roared into the night. "He does not eat until I talk to him."

A scuffle broke out as a pair of redheads turned on their younger brother.

The sound of Moody's eye popping out as the missing leg regrew, drew every eye to bear on the man at Harry's feet.

Bones shifted her wand to point at the second dead man. "Crouch Senior?"

Shack turned and bolted to the front doors of the castle.

"Dead. Transfigured into a stick and tossed into the Forest." Harry sighed. "Madam Bones. Have Susan bring me your message about Black's Court Date. I am under a mail redirection ward, and will be under it until September. Now I need to run before Poppy comes looking." Looking at Susan. "If you can put up with me just a bit longer, I would like to invite you to Hogshead this weekend. Think it over, tell me at breakfast. Good night."

Harry headed to the castle.

TBC