I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF ITS ORIGINAL CHARACTERS, ONLY MY OCS AND THE SITUATIONS I PUT THEM IN. WARNING: There will be cussing, lemons, and violence. (Also, someone said I should put please don't steal. Didn't think I needed to, but ok. Please don't steal my stories.)
Some characters may seem OOC at some points at different times in the story, but I hope I explain that in the story when the time comes. Some things happen pretty fast at first (like certain relationships or legal stuff), but again I try to explain it. Some people may go back and forth at times, but I'll explain it! You get the idea. Spelling and grammar errors, I recheck constantly, so sorry if some slip by. Some character bashing in the beginning and for a little while, but that doesn't mean it will last the whole story. I don't hate certain characters though it may seem like that at times. THIS IS A WARNING. Though I will put a warning at the beginning needed. I do not condone all of these things, but my mind can be really fucked up, I apologize now. So, I am mixing both movie and book but I'm mainly following the movie. Though I will try to make a good blend between the two. Big thank you to everyone who reviewed, followed, and/or favorited. You guys rock! I'm gonna give another big thank you for all the reviewers and people who followed and favorited. Seriously, thank you all. Also, thank you for letting me take my time with chapters. You're all amazing! Last thing I'm gonna bore you with is this; I know some of you were confused when big things happened yet there was no real follow up. Like Griphook. This is done with purpose. I'm trying to create drama, conflict, and suspense. So, immediate answers and solutions aren't always there. That's why I showed the more vulnerable side of the kids last chapter. They aren't simply supposed to be all powerful characters. They have dimensions to them. Things they think they can do vs. reality they find themselves in. I hope I explained this well. I'll explain it more in the chapters to come. Now, onto the story. Oh, the real last thing. I know some people don't like the hashtag separation because I guess you're having it read out loud. I'm sorry, but it's what I prefer. Maybe one day I'll change it, maybe not. In the mean time, you can always do what I do. Pretend it's transporting you to a different area so you can imagine the story. Or maybe I'm just weird. Either way, I hope it doesn't stop your enjoyment. Enjoy.
Chapter 9: When Pieces Begin to Fall into Place.
Harry knew that he had to get that damn horcrux.
He should have known that thieving goblin would have gotten in his way! Still, Hermione held him back. Though she loved a good slaughter, Hermione knew starting a war with the goblin nation was definitely not in their best interests.
This situation needed a delicate hand. That was where Neville and Vivian came in. True, Luna was delicate as well.
However, Luna was better for softer creatures in general.
Neville and Vivian had a way of getting through to tougher beings. Both knew what it was like to be looked down on and hated for something out of your control. Even more so than the others.
People used to call Neville a squib. They were hated almost more than muggleborns. They were a disgrace as far as the majority of the magical community could see.
Vivian's lycanthropy left her more open to hearing everyone's full story.
This helped the two when they had negotiated with the goblins before. Not to mention, the werewolves, the meres, the centaurs and many more.
"We will talk to Warwick" Hermione soothed her husband. "He is understanding and just" she reminded.
Harry let the soothing smell of Hermione invade his senses. She smelled of leather-bound books, clean fabrics, and pink roses.
"Vivian and Neville will go with you to discuss Griphook" Hermione went on feeling her husband tense once more against her side. She stood, knowing no one could see them this far back in the library.
She went behind the raven-haired bow. Rubbing his shoulders, she went on distracting him. "After that, if they don't find the little snip immediately, then there will be a man hunt for him. Goblins hate being dishonored" was reminded.
"And then…this weekend you can meet Daddy. Again" she dropped before spinning to pull down more books.
"Yes, you're right-. Hey!" he jumped up. "What do you mean by that" he asked following after her.
"Mom said Daddy's eager to talk to you after my letters. They already apologized about not being able to really talk to you one on one when we've all seen each other, but mum thought we could all go out for dinner" she went about easily. "You've met him before" she looked at the uneasy looking boy. "Harry James Potter" she asked turning to him fully.
She looked filled with disbelief. "Are you still afraid of my father?" she asked with mind blown.
"He never really liked me" he scratched behind an ear.
"He loved you" Hermione deadpanned. "He loved spending time with you more than me" she sassed.
"Impossible" Harry automatically denied, "But…he gave me that whole speech before, remember?" he asked.
Hermione couldn't help but giggle.
"Daddy only gave you that whole talk about his dentist chair because he didn't know you yet" she explained. "After that you two were thick as thieves".
Harry pointed out the flaw in her logic. "But Mione" he said earning a flat look, "He doesn't know me again Love" he reminded.
Hermione went to retort when the truth of his statement sunk in. "Oh" she bit her lip. "Well then yes, you might need to be a little worried" she shrugged and turned back to the shelf.
Harry sent her an exaggerated look of disbelief. "Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence" he snarked.
"Any time dear, any time" Hermione offered off handedly. She happy handed the unamused boy an arm full of books, going on about her research.
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Luckily for Harry, he was able to push off meeting the parents. He had two important arrangements to attend too. He planned on speaking to the goblins before the day was done.
Then there was his long-awaited meeting with Amelia Bones that was finally upon them.
Fudge and Dumbledore had used any and all distractions they possibly could.
It mattered not as she was determined to talk to Harry Potter.
She had to clear up a few things with him. The lack of information she received on any trial for Sirius Black being one of them. She didn't know if it was her busy schedule or someone hiding the paperwork, but Amelia had been unable to find anything on a trail.
Hermione narrowed her eyes. Of course, she wanted Sirius free. But she'd be damned if Harry got out of meeting her father that easily.
'Just wait until you get back Potter' she thought with an internal huff.
Remus and the disguised Sirius were waiting for Harry outside in the courtyard. Albus saw and approached them with that usual grandfatherly smile on his face. "Gentlemen" he greeted walking over in his magenta robes. "What do we owe this pleasure?" he asked them with hands put easily in front of him.
"Hello headmaster" Rectus nodded to the man. Remus was still feeling the effects of the previous night. Though not as bad as usual, it still wasn't pleasant.
Thankfully, Padfoot had been around to keep him company.
Kreacher looked a little too disappointed that they were allowed out of the dungeon and 'changing room' as Vivian called the werewolf proof steel room.
Sirius didn't speak to the grumpy elf. He was glad to only have to see him when they went into the lower sections of Potter Manor.
Dobby was still attempting to give lessons on being the best elf possible to the sour Kreacher.
It was a long process.
"We are here to pick up Harry" Rectus continued. "We have business to attend too".
"Oh?" Albus stroked his beard. "Nothing serious I hope" he mentioned. He was hoping to gain some insight.
Sirius, and even Remus, couldn't fully wiped off the smirks at the wording. "I'm afraid we are unable to speak about it at this time" Rectus opted out.
"Are you sure Harry should go" Albus began. He didn't notice the flat look Remus sent him as Sirius held in a groan.
'Always meddling' was the shared thought.
'Bloody nosey bugger' Remus added with a low noise in his chest.
"I fear such things are a burden to the boy" Albus explained. He still didn't know what 'such things' were, but there was always hope that he'd figure it out soon.
"Besides" Albus looked over his glasses as if they were naughty children. "I did not receive any notice of you taking young Harry".
Sirius had enough. Recuts gave him the sense that he was able to say whatever he wanted with little consequence.
The blessing and curse of wearing a different face.
"Well, allow me to dispel this notion you seem to have that as Mr. Potter's" he stressed the name. Albus' smile was soon wiped off. "Guardians, we need to give you any warning at all. We are allowed to take our charge wherever we see fit. May that be on an errand or even to a different school" he threatened.
Albus tensed at that. Remus sent Sirius a side look in warning. He didn't want to push Albus into trying anything to block them.
He had faith in the children. He had no doubt they would stop the old headmaster. However, that didn't mean Albus couldn't cause them problems.
"Now, if you don't mind" Rectus all but dismissed Albus. His nose sniffed daintily as he stood tall and aristocratic.
"Of course" Remus sighed as he had to play the nice one now. No matter the skin, Sirius would be Sirius. Remus really wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. Least of all Albus 'Bigger Picture' Dumbledore. "We will have him back at a respectable hour" he promised.
Albus looked at Rectus for a minute before accepting that that was the best he would get. For now.
"Well, have a good day lads. Perhaps the two of you would be so kind as to stop by my office at some point. Keep an old man company" he put in.
That would be the perfect chance to get a glimmer into both of their minds. "I feel it would be a wise choice if we got to know one another" he said.
Another thought hit him then. 'They may be good choices should I ever need to reopen the Order'.
Remus simply nodded, saving the rest of his energy. "That would be lovely" Rectus switched gears puzzling Albus. "But now, we must be leaving. Harry!" he called out jovially to the approaching youth.
The raven-haired boy smiled as he made his way to his uncles.
Was he really surprised to see Dumbledore? No. Not really.
He was surprised that the man hadn't tried to talk to him one on one yet. However, Harry didn't let any of that show as he joined the group.
"Moony, Rectus" he greeted the two with hugs. Hugs that were easily returned. Then he turned and gave Albus an innocent smile. "Hello Headmaster" he greeted using what acting skills he had gained over his lifetime.
"Hello Harry" Albus gave him that affection smile. "What are your plans for today" he posed harmless enough.
Remus and Sirius knew what he was doing. He hoped Harry would let slip the plan!
Before either of them could speak, Harry beat them too it.
"Just some errands Professor. Nothing too adventurous" he added with a bigger smile.
Those green eyes flashed under his glasses, though Albus brushed it off as a trick of the light. "What about yourself sir" Harry asked. "Anything planned for this lovely afternoon?"
Albus titled his head with curiosity.
Harry Potter never ceased to amaze him. Just when he thought he had a clear grasp on who the boy was and what he'd do, he was thrown in a completely different direction.
It was odd that something as non-threatening as a question about his day would set off this line of thought. Yet, it was how Harry posed the question.
It was very…un-childlike. Albus added that to the long list of things to watch about Harry Potter.
"I have nothing special planned Harry" Albus continued to use his first name with such familiarity. "Though, I wouldn't mind if you'd come by my office at some point. I believe we have much to speak on" he looked over his specs at the boy.
Instead of answering, Harry simply smiled.
"Well, I shan't hold you up any longer. Harry, gentlemen" he nodded getting copied gestures in return.
With that, Albus watched as Rectus led Harry and a tired Remus off to who knew where.
Harry smiled up at Sirius.
"Sorry pup" Sirius told him in his real voice. "Couldn't help myself" he scratched the back of his neck as they walked to Hogsmeade.
"Bloody Gryffindor" Remus snorted with a half-smile.
"I'm not mad" Harry shook his head. "I know what it's like" he hinted. "But for now, how about we be on our best behaviors" he sent a look at the snickering Remus. "All of us" he emphasized.
Now it was Sirius' turn to chuckle as Remus all but pouted.
"We don't need to make Bones suspicious of us" he added.
Before they knew it they were at the Ministry. Sirius had almost faltered when they came to the wand inspection by the security guard.
He did have a wanted man's wand after all.
However, a small flicker of Harry's hand suddenly saw Sirius' wand replaced with a cherry wood one instead.
Sirius looked amazed. Luckily, Remus was able to get them all through with minimal notice.
Well, as minimal of attention as The-Boy-Who-Lived could get.
Now, they sat waiting for Amelia as she argued with someone over the floo. Her secretary was very kind in offering all of them tea and an assortment of biscuits.
Besides the chocolate ones that Remus snagged, they opted to simply wait.
Sirius was attempting to keep cool. Sure, the disguise had fooled Amelia before, but that didn't mean it was any less nerve racking. He'd be damned if he buggered it up. Sirius knew he couldn't take that. He didn't want to put Harry and Remus through that either.
Harry was doing his best to put himself back into his younger self's mindset. He needed to come off as nonthreatening as possible.
This wasn't the time for mature Harry. He had to show how genuinely hopeful he was for Sirius' freedom. Harry needed his godfather's name cleared, for the man's own sake.
He held in a sneer as he remembered something Fudge had said to him once. After Harry had saved him from a Death Eater attack.
'Well even if he was innocent' the man once more pushed the young hero's words aside. 'He'd still go to prison for escaping Azkaban. Not to mention being on the run. I'm sure there were also other things he was guilty of. There was no way that Sirius Black wouldn't have been kissed. You understand, don't you?'
Ron often wondered if this wasn't the official chink in Harry's resolve.
Fudge realized Harry did not understand. He realized that when his intensities had been blasted out of his body. Harry hadn't even realized what he was done until it was too late.
There was no remorse.
Harry realized that Fudge was not alone in his beliefs. That was why he mentioned nothing to Albus.
Though the man was good… So far, he was only good in theory. Actions spoke louder than words and so far Harry didn't like how all of Albus' actions fell together.
He knew, intuitively, that if Albus got the chance at Sirius' trial, though he might not deny the man freedom, he would ask or hint to something damning. That would at the very least keep Sirius and Harry from living together.
He had discussed it with the others frequently.
None of them disagreed. In fact, it was Luna and Vivian who found even deeper meanings to some of Albus' choices.
'All for the greater good' Harry couldn't stop the bitter taste in his mouth.
As Harry was shown that not everything was as he expected since coming back, he become even more determined.
One may be surprised that he wasn't vying just to rule the world.
That's not what he really wanted.
All Harry wanted, all he ever wanted, was for his loved ones to be safe! To be happy and normal. As he knew his happiness was chained to his loved ones, that was all Harry really wanted. He'd never really be normal. He knew that. He no longer cared. Just so he was no longer speaking to memories or portraits, ghosts that weren't even really there. Then he'd be satisfied.
Harry Potter only wanted those he loved safe.
Even though he had run into issues with his emotions and the cause and effect that life threw at him, Harry would be damned if Sirius didn't receive full freedom.
He'd be damned if Albus or anyone tried to put any guilt on the man who loved Harry unconditionally.
Harry loved both Remus and Sirius deeply, truly he did. But there was always something between Sirius and Harry. While Remus was an uncle for sure, Harry couldn't help but see Sirius more as a father.
The only father he had ever really known. No matter how short their time together had been.
'I'll be damned if I let anyone fuck him up' came the mental curse. His magic flared, 'And then I'll damn them. I'll break them'.
Feeling the boy's flux in magic, both Sirius and Remus placed hands on his arm and shoulder.
Slowly, Harry calmed.
Remus was nervous as well. However, he knew that he had to keep it together for Harry and Sirius. Just as he had tried to do for another Potter. Remus shook his head.
'The past is just that. Now, I need to be here for him. For them' Remus hardened his resolve as a calm, serious expression settled over his face.
"Director Bones will see you now" the secretary snapped them out of their heads. She kindly led them into the room. She then closed the door after.
Amelia looked the same as before. Blonde hair with a few stray gray hairs in a tight bun. Magicked monocle on her left eye. Face, though there were obvious stress lines along with age, was still very lovely. A severity in her eyes that almost hid the kindness and honestly in the light blue gaze.
Almost.
She gave them all a small, professional smile. Standing she shook the two adults' hands before bowing her head to Harry.
He waved then looked down nervously.
She motioned to the chairs, sitting down and speaking. "I appreciate you all meeting with me. I wish it were under happier circumstances" she offered. "However, in light of the situations, why don't we get straight too it" was posed.
"That would be most appreciated" Rectus nodded, hand on his lion headed cane.
Remus had snorted at that while Harry had teased that his godfather really was turning into a Malfoy.
Sirius had very maturely stuck his tongue out in retaliation.
"Why don't we start with the issue you seemed to word as the most urgent. Sirius Black" Amelia began. She had weighed both. False imprisonment and child abuse. Both were extremely serious. Yet, seeing as Potter seemed happy with the two men, she decided that getting the truth on Sirius Black was the most important aspect right now.
"He's innocent" the three males answered simultaneously. They all looked at one another before Rectus and Harry mutually decided Remus was to be the spokesperson.
Any humor Amelia may have felt was overshadowed by the severity by that simple statement.
"That is a very serious issue" Amelia told them, hands folding on her desk.
Remus had to sneak a hand behind Harry and pinch Sirius. Now was not the time for the play on words.
Sirius didn't even flinch. There was no denying the inhale that had happened when she said that though.
"We understand" Remus told her. "We have evidence to prove such though" he informed the very interested woman.
"Would you be able to provide this proof?" she asked. At their nods, "What proof do you have?" she questioned.
"We have memories from the night of the murders, the unjust imprisonment with no trial, and Pettigrew" Remus stated.
"You have memories of Pettigrew" she asked for clarification. "The others might be helpful, but memories of the man" she trailed off.
Remus shook his head. "No, we have Pettigrew" he corrected. As her eyes grew wide Remus expanded. "He, along with Sirius and James illegally became animagus' to help me during the full moons" Remus admitted with some trepidation.
"That was…very noble and reckless of them" she settled on.
"Yes, that's another thing we wished to bring to your attention" Rectus spoke after a mental prod from Harry. "We fear that some… elements may try to use that as a way to condone Black's imprisonment. Maybe even force him to go longer".
Amelia shook her head, "If what you're saying is true, then he more than paid for not registering. Anyway, he would have been fined at first, and then-." She stopped herself. With a sigh, she made an offer.
If this was true, then a great injustice was done stealing years of a man's life.
"If what you're saying is true" she stressed, "Then I will write up a pardon. That will waive any negations on the matter".
"So, people can't keep us apart" Harry piped up before blushing. Amelia looked at him and tried to soften her expression.
She truly felt for the boy who had saved their world. 'And look at all it's apparently cost him' she thought with some sadness.
Amelia already thought he had been robbed. She remembered all too well the pain she felt, Susan's pain when Voldemort had killed Amelia's brother and sister-in-law. The Potter had been robbed just as they had. However, if what Granger had hinted at was true along with what they were saying now?
Then Potter was robbed of a childhood and a family who knows how many times over.
That had her empathizing with the young man.
'Brave lad' she couldn't help but think. "No" she answered, "If Black is innocent, then I will personally make sure that there is no way, no loopholes that will keep the two of you apart".
Harry beamed at that.
"Mr. Potter" she began. Amelia decided that she needed to speak to him, not just the two men.
"Harry, please ma'am" Harry told her with respect and a slight chair fidget.
Amelia smiled at him. "Harry, please tell me why you believe that Black is innocent of-." Amelia stopped, "Of the accused crimes" she finished. "Given the serious nature of them, especially given that you are a direct victim of them, I would like to understand why you believe him so innocent".
"There are many reasons" Harry admitted, a small smile on his face. "Besides the fact that we saw Pettigrew alive" he began. "Sirius loves me. Just like Remus. I-" he had to pause not looking at anyone.
Harry was becoming a tad too emotional. More emotional than he was comfortable with. "I could just feel it. See it in their eyes. That's the first time anyone had really looked at me like that" he ended in a whisper.
Remus and Rectus rubbed his back.
Remus took over from there. "As we said, we also have memories" he explained.
Amelia looked extremely interested in that. Harry's declaration had both warmed her heart and saddened her deeply. Memories, however, was something she could definitely use in a trial. Amelia was hoping to spare the young Potter from having to endure such an event.
"Of the night you saw him" she asked for clarification.
Rectus nodded, "Along with Sirius taking the godfather oath" he revealed.
Now her monocle popped out with how wide her eyes were.
Harry still wondered on that. It wasn't like it had been a secret that Sirius was his godfather. Yet, when he later learned of an oath which had to be taken by the godparent. An oath that promised no harm to the child or reap great punishment. After learning all of that, Harry had to wonder on the wizarding communities lack of sense.
'They're sheep' he decided once more. 'So easy to lead. So weak, yet useful' he did his best to hide his unpleasant thoughts.
Another thought hit him. Could someone have charmed her? He knew he mentioned this at the birthday party. Yet, she was acting as if she didn't remember.
He'd have to ask about that later.
Amelia was trying to make a complete sentence. "I had heard-. I didn't realize though-" she was simply astounded.
'How could we have even thought he was the perpetrator!' Amelia's mind was in a frenzy. "Would you be willing to give these memories to me" she asked. "If they are what you say, and there has been no tampering" she was a little unnerved at the frown on Harry's face at that.
Rectus touched his shoulder and his face once more smoothed out. 'Perhaps he believed I was calling him a liar' she tried to see it from his point of view.
That was exactly how it sounded to Harry. He had never liked being called a liar.
"I would be able to use them in a court. It would be easier if I had a pensieve" Amelia admitted as she began writing things down. On Harry's mental order, Rectus spoke up.
"I would be more than happy to supply one" he stated regally.
Amelia's brows went up. Rectus continued, "Of course I would give you time to allow your people to make sure it was properly working and…not tampered with" he repeated her earlier statement. "Or I can simply donate money for you to buy a new one" was also thrown out.
"Perhaps, Madam Bones, you would be more comfortable if you were the purchaser of the pensieve" Remus suggested. "Then you would know it was clean. Also" he continued, "You could claim it as your own stopping anyone who may wish to interfere from repositioning the bowl".
Amelia raised a brow, keeping her voice neutral. "You believe that someone will try to interfere?" she asked.
"Do you do sweeps for listening charms" Rectus asked. Amelia blinked; he sounded like Moody now.
"I did one just the other day" she revealed.
"May I" Remus asked holding his wand up. She hesitated for a moment but found herself finding no reason to refuse. Amelia blinked a bit as it almost felt like something washed over her. Before she could dwell on the feeling, Remus did a sweep of the room.
To her horror and surprise, he found three charms. All with different magical signatures, though they were too depleted for the adults to read.
Harry knew two very well. He kept quiet though, shelfing that knowledge away for later.
"Rest assured I will be investigating" Amelia was mad, one didn't need legilimency to see that. "As for the other matter, it would seem that a certain level of discretion is needed. Of course, it is obviously of upmost importance. Yet, I don't want anyone further perverting the course of justice" she gave the benefit of doubt to Black for now.
"Why don't we leave the memories with you along with a donation for the pensieve. We can even write a note on the donation in the case someone calls that into question" Remus suggested with his own mental prod from Harry.
Amelia thought for a minute trying to figure out the best approach. That same wave of feeling hit her before suddenly retreating.
She looked at the two men then around her office before shrugging it off.
No one looked at the cute, rag a muffin looking boy with the raven black hair and bright green eyes.
Harry had decided to take a risk. Pulling back the compulsion spell, he decided to allow Amelia to decide. It was against everything he knew, but Harry thought of what had happened up to this point. 'She might offer something I don't know' he thought battling his ego and panic at the thought.
It had been a very long time since he had put trust and power in the hands of someone not close to him.
'If it goes poorly, I can always just kill whoever gets in the way' he comforted himself.
"Why don't we begin then, shall we" Amelia started interviewing the three.
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Vivian was putting her advanced hearing to use. The werewolf stuck to the shadows as she followed Lockhart.
All of the others were busying themselves with their own tasks. Though she knew Ron was attempting to stampede through his in hopes of joining his wife. Not that he'd wouldn't enjoy the task set before him.
When it came to his friends and family's protection, Ron was always focused, even meticulous. His dedication was an inspiration to the young girl. Always had been.
No matter what, Ronald Weasley was Vivian's hero.
For now, she moved away from fond memories and continued stalking her prey.
Lockhart looked uneasily behind him every now and then. Then he giggled nervously, talking himself down when he saw nothing. He apparently didn't have a class claiming 'important, heroic business' that needed his immediate attention.
The other students had been thrilled at a canceled class. Everyone but the fan club at least.
Seeing the man move to leave the castle, Vivian knew she had to follow him. Harry and Ron had always wondered just what else Lockhart had done with those memory charms.
None of their theories were pleasant.
Given this possibility, Vivian was given the generous duty to follow the man. She was also tasked with foiling anything he did that deemed a danger to another. This was to be done preferably with her being unseen.
Though, Ron had been amused with the idea of Vivian using Obliviate on the man who threw the spell around so carelessly.
Vivian gave a nod to Hermione who also made her way out of the school with Neville. Once away from the castle they would also split up.
Luna was to stay and work on her new pet as Ron had the job of dealing with throwing off certain people.
The pretty green-eyed girl ran a tongue over her teeth as large, almost feline shaped eyes stayed glued to Lockhart with disturbing fixation. Lockhart could swear that there were eyes in the shadows. They were watching him, yet when he turned to check whatever it was disappeared.
Even a low Lumos didn't reveal anything.
Vivian smiled, invisible to the man looking right at her. It almost hurt holding in her laughter. 'Shadows, the greatest ally' was mused.
The two made their way to Hogsmeade. Lockhart and his unwanted shadow. 'Master' Vivian reached out seeing the fake professor looking at women who were already swooning.
She used his title so he would know her request was about the mission.
'Proceed' came Harry's calm voice.
'I wish to save anyone from even falling into Lockhart's sight' she revealed. 'I am watching him, waiting to find out his biggest sin. However, I don't want him to target anyone and then risk him finding them again when he is out of my sight'.
Harry was thinking as the connection was silent.
When he did speak, some of Harry bled into the Master's tone. 'Ron would kill me if I let you go alone. I'll send him as backup, but you may distract and temporarily dispatch as needed' he agreed.
'Thank you, brother' she thanked him before the two closed the link. As she and Lockhart made it to the Three Broomsticks, Vivian felt Ron come up from behind her.
She didn't even need the mind blend to know that. She could smell him, feel him. Her husband, her best friend, her mate.
It didn't take much to guess that he had been all but waiting for permission to join her. Hence his speedy arrival.
"I'll follow you" was the whisper lost to all others in the crowds. With a Notice Me Not, Vivian entered after Lockhart. Once there, she went to a corner and glamoured herself. Now she was the spitting image of her future self.
Almost identical at least. She had left off the wolfish attributes.
With that, Vivian moved to order up at the bar. Lockhart caught sight of the stunningly gorgeous woman right away.
Vivian moved some dark, bluntly cut hair out of her face and behind her ear. With an aloof look, she ordered a drink. Vivian purposely didn't react when Lockhart slid into the seat by her as if he had every right.
When Vivian continued to ignore his existence, Gilderoy spoke. "I'm sure you know my name" he gave a cheesy laugh. "But may I have the pleasure of knowing yours" he added a wink.
The breathtaking woman looked at him with boredom as she gave an uninterested scan.
Only Ron saw the predatorial glow that hid behind those green orbs.
"I don't know who you are" Vivian revealed. "And" she scanned him again, "I don't think I want too".
Lockhart was blown away!
Everyone knew who he was. 'I'm-I'm the most famous wizard in the world' he told himself. The mere idea of someone not knowing his awesomeness made his pink, chap-sticked bottom lip quiver.
"I'm Gilderoy Lockhart" he said waiting for the spark of recognition.
Vivian shrugged; lips pulled down in an attitude filled parody of confusion. "Sorry mate, not ringing a bell" she told him before thanking an amused Rosmerta as her drink was delivered. She cheered the blonde bombshell before taking a sip of brew.
"I'm Gilderoy Lockhart" he felt the need to explain before diving into a few of his titles. "Order of Merlin holder" he began.
"Don't think that's how you say that" Vivian expressed yet he was still talking.
"Slayer of dark beasts and wizards alike" he continued. "My spells are so powerful, they have cured vampires, werewolves and bad hair" he tried to explain to her. "I'm an author. A hero" he went on.
"Oh, like Harry Potter?" she asked innocently enough.
"Well, I've done much more in my lifetime than Potter" he went to chuckle.
"Because you're old?" she asked, and he almost choked on air.
"Dear lady" he went on, but Vivian cut him off.
"Oh, so you're saying you've survived the killing curse" she asked loudly. "You don't think it's that hard" she questioned.
Now more than Lockhart's admirers were looking over.
No matter what the magical world was willing to be blind to, Lily and James Potters' sacrifice was not one of them. Neither was Harry Potter's amazing survival which happened to result in the death of the most feared man to ever wreck their world.
'Not even a troll brain would believe Lockhart surviving that' Ron observed.
"No, I'm simply saying" Gilderoy did his best to backtrack. He needed to impress this woman. At least long enough for him to get her alone. Then his Obliviate would cover everything in between.
It had always done the trick of covering up his appetites before.
Ron heard all of this and the plans that this charlatan had for his wife turned his blood into fire. Gryffindors had a lion mascot for a reason.
Ron tried to control his breathing. He calmed in the knowledge that he would get his chance at the blonde.
And he'd never even know what hit him.
Gilderoy was still blabbing away not realizing that he was now on the top of a certain tall ginger's list.
"Look" Vivian cut the man off again. She didn't know how he was able to speak so long without breathing. She kinda wished he would have passed out at the very least. "I don't really care what you've done unless you've got proof" she ran long nails through her straight hair.
"Proof" Gilderoy's eyes widened slightly. Most people took him at his word. Especially since he had handled anyone who would have spoken out against him.
"Proof, it's the thing that backs up the load of hippogriff dung you're trying to sale" she scoffed, placing down coin for her drink. "Now, if you're quite done" she left the rest of the sentence hanging.
With that, Vivian stood and made her way out of the pub.
Just as suspected, Gilderoy followed a little bit away. Ron followed after.
Vivian purposely turned into the poorly lit alleyway.
Lockhart raised a wand attempting to stun her. Like lightening, she spun and blocked his attack. "In the back? Not very courageous now, is it" she spat with the side of her mouth pulling into an unpleasant half smirk.
Lockhart stumbled back slightly from the backlash of her blocking charm.
Instead of coming up with an excuse, Lockhart didn't want to risk a confrontation. Hoping to take her off guard, he sent his best blasting hex towards the wall by her side.
Too bad his best was very, very bad.
Thinking she was distracted, he sent out an Obliviate. Now, it was true that this was the only spell Lockhart had ever been good at. That, however, was not saying much.
Despite what his ego and delusional vanity might have believed, Gilderoy had always been mediocre at best. Especially when it came to magic. His only talent was looking pretty and being shitty.
As Obliviate took precision, well… There was a reason that there was a ward dedicated to those who had the mind of a blank piece of paper. Or more accurately, of a toddler.
Gilderoy didn't just make people forget their accomplishments. Or unpleasant encounters.
He basically erased many victims.
And continued to do so.
Vivian didn't even attempt to block the spell. She didn't have to. That's what she had a husband for.
Ron used wandless magic, simply snapping a rigid arm out. If one could see his face, they'd see the sheer rage that overtook him.
A barrier of shiny blue enveloped Lockhart. As he gasped in fear, he failed to realize the position he was in.
It wasn't a good one.
His own spell bounced off the pure magic sphere that appeared out of thin air. This sent it crashing back into Lockhart. However, such a fate would be too easy for Gilderoy. Too good.
Too unjust.
Ron wanted the man exposed. And he wanted Gilderoy to do the destroying himself.
This man would have left his baby sister to her death. This man, and he sneered at thinking of Lockhart as any sort of real man, wanted to do disgusting things to his wife.
'No, a blank slate is too good. He has to pay' Ron thought.
Vivian watched serenely as her lover manipulated the man's mind and magic. She didn't question him. Sometimes it was best to let Ron express himself nonverbally. Some of his best ideas happened then.
She smiled thinking of one of their anniversaries. 'He doesn't get enough credit' she thought of her husband. 'He's more of a learn from experience. Not books. He's not like Hermione' then she began thinking of the two. 'So different, yet so alike. Both are so powerful' she hummed before refocusing on Ron.
Lockhart screamed out so loudly that Vivian removed the glamor and faded back into the shadows with a strong Notice Me Not charm. Seeing as Ron was too caught up in his work, so Vivian took it upon herself to strengthen his own cover.
Gilderoy felt like his brain was being ripped in two. He had never experienced such pain.
'Pain?' a voice that was definitely not his own echoed throughout his thoughts. It was deep, menacing, and filled him with absolute dread. 'This is but an appetizer' the voice mocked. 'You do not know real pain. Not yet' he growled. 'But you will' was promised.
'No! Please!' Gilderoy pleaded. Whether it was out loud or not he didn't know.
'The time for pleas has passed' the voice sighed. Gilderoy felt pieces and chunks in his mind re-arranging.
'Vengeance is ours' was told. Lockhart gasped, remembering the voice from his first week teaching. 'Vengeance is now'.
With that, Ron placed the carefully planted hexes inside Gilderoy's mind. They'd activate themselves when the time came.
Giving one last jolt through the man's whole body, Ron harshly pulled out of his mind.
Gilderoy couldn't take the unbearable pain. Baby blues rolled into the back of his head as he collapsed into a crumpled heap on the dirty, chilly ground. Ron hadn't planned for the brown puddle, but it was a nice relief on the bright pink of Lockhart's robes.
Vivian kissed his freckled cheek. Quickly, his face took on color. He realized he was breathing heavily, chest heaving as he glared death at the fainted body.
He looked at the grinning girl at his side. Ron pulled her close and kissed her. Pouring all his love and anger into the kiss, which Vivian took with no complaint.
"My hero" she teased.
Ron gave an almost embarrassed snort as they left Lockhart to wake up on his own. Hands locked, the two shadowed away to help their comrades.
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Neville brewed like his life depended on it.
Stealing from Snape's supplies was almost too easy. However, he turned down the option to brew in Myrtle's restroom.
The young ghost was always too…hormonal. He didn't need that.
Especially not when he was working on such an important task. Neville pulled out the vile of Crouch's blood. He easily poured it in, turning the potion a sickly green. "Kreacher" he called out boredly into the air.
He knew he wouldn't be seen here. He was in a small crook around the back of the furthest greenhouses. Professor Sprout had seen the boy's love for nature and happily showed him the secluded, yet beautiful garden.
Not many other people knew of its existence and even fewer visited.
Soon a pop sounded with the sourly, mean elf known as Kreacher accompanying the noise. "Master Longbottom be calling Kreacher" he went on before trying to mutter under his breath. "Filthy blood traitor, what would my poor mistress say".
"She would say nothing" Neville answered not even looking at the now terrified elf. He felt the power rolling off of his new masters.
Even off Sirius, one of the boys who he had watched grow up.
Sirius had very strictly explained how snide comments and any actions against anyone of his new masters would be punished in any way seen fit. He didn't go into details as that Granger girl had stopped him.
She did promise though that if he did anything to endanger any of them, even the slightest thing, then she would paint over his mistress' portrait with his entrails.
Kreacher snipped and insulted. Besides Sirius, he didn't think anyone would pay attention to him or his words.
Neville continued, "She wouldn't say anything because your bitch of a mistress is dead".
Kreacher felt a stab in his heart.
"Who did you love more Kreacher? Your mistress or Regulus" Neville asked throwing the elf off his balance.
Despite the odd question, Kreacher didn't even need to think on the answer.
"Master Reggie" he used the fond nickname that the kind boy had allowed.
"Well, whether you believe it or not, Sirius loved Regulus. Regulus too, I'm sure, loved Sirius" Neville didn't give the elf a chance to answer. "Your mistress doomed them both" he pointed out.
Kreacher looked away before settling on a safer subject for now. Kreacher couldn't handle the thought of hurting his boy. Not in any way or form.
"What does the young Master need from Kreacher" he asked with actual respect.
Neville added another strand of aconite and moon dew.
Finally, he turned to look at the old elf. "That arm that I had you preserve" he began. Now Kreacher perked up. "If you could bring that to me. I need to skin it, especially the dark mark burned into the flesh" he explained a little.
"Kreacher can skin for you" was the surprising offer.
Neville looked at him with a raised brow. He decided that if it brought the elf joy, then there was no harm.
"If it so pleases you" he allowed. "But save the bones and blood after" was instructed.
Kreacher was practically bouncing like Dobby. Without another word he popped off to perform his task.
Neville turned back to his cauldron. "As the blood of the guilty mix" he began chanting over the boiling liquid. "And my magic gives strength to our bond. Soon I shall discover the way to free what was taken from those alive, yet dead".
The liquid turned a disturbing shade of red.
Neville cracked a smile.
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As Ron and Vivian made their way to Hermione, Ron divulged in what he had done before his arrival to Hogsmeade. He showed the Knights through their mental bond.
It was no secret to the group that Albus was trying to keep a closer eye on Harry.
One of the fake Dursleys had reported back that Dumbledore had arrived hoping to speak about Harry, and their move to give up guardianship.
Of course, the copies replied as they were as meant according to their design. They yelled abuse at the man. They demanded he leave.
They did everything that was expected of them.
And so did Albus.
He reminded copy Petunia of the deal they made. They would keep Harry and in turn they'd be protected. Harry was a little surprised that the man did express concern over Harry's wellbeing. He had checked under the stairs. He came back out looking every year of his age.
Harry couldn't identify the look on the man's face. He thought maybe the memory repeating spell he used wasn't as in depth as it should have been. Harry couldn't recognize the look because, though he had seen it on others, he had never imagined the look on Albus. The man he had once thought was the ultimate beacon of what and how a person should be.
Ron recognized the look though. So did Sirius. Albus was looking at the adult Dursleys with pure hate.
His wand was in his hand. His shaking hand. In fact, his whole body was shaking in rage as he looked at the muggles.
'He's debating' Ron realized, revealing to the watching room. 'He's debating using magic on them'.
Harry had been surprised at that.
'We know what happened to his sister. What led to her being kept in the house. His father's imprisonment' Vivian had pointed out. 'Dumbledore's not emotionless. He's a man; flesh, blood, and soul. He already decided your fate' she went on. Hermione picked up for her.
'That doesn't mean he's pleased. He was never happy about what he thought would have to happen'.
This had given them a lot to think on. Especially Harry.
He hadn't thought the man to be evil. Only short sighted. He thought Albus was the type to believe that he, and he alone knew what was best for everyone.
'There are very few instances in life that are strictly black and white Harry' Sirius had told him. 'Most things are endless shades of gray'.
Even so, helping or hindering them, Albus could not be allowed to know anything they were up to. He'd try to stop or change things.
As of right now the old wizard was too much of a risk.
So, Ron had taken a bit of inspiration from Fred and George. Albus would think he had his knowing blue gaze on everything, on everyone.
The truth was, for once he'd be totally in the dark.
Though Albus had an idea of what was best, the preteens knew much, much more. For now, all that they were concerned with was the best for them.
The rest would fall into place later. If not, well they really didn't care at the moment. This was the time for them and theirs. For people who did their best but were taken over by the dark for the simple act of existing. This wasn't about people who refused to help themselves or others or continued to judge and look down on everyone then demand someone save them.
While the kids saw this as a necessary step, Remus and Sirius couldn't help but see the humor. This had to be one of the biggest pranks ever pulled. And on Albus Dumbledore no less.
Ron smiled, adding a few…amusing touches. 'That's for the Marauders' he thought. Getting another idea, he left a little surprise sprinkled over the headmaster's favorite lemon candy.
The portraits were frozen, so they weren't a threat.
Fawkes had been troublesome at first, but once seeing that this human meant his wizard no genuine harm, he calmed down. He wasn't totally settled as there was a stain on this one's soul. However, there was still a shining light that showed him the goodness that was buried under the dark.
After that, Ron had run off to assist his wife.
Just as his story finished, the cloaked figures of Vivian and Ron found themselves walking into Gringotts.
With one word of the Mistress' title to a teller and they were quickly escorted to her side.
Hermione was in a meeting with Warwick. The two were not alone. They were in a large, almost throne like stone room. However, instead of sitting on thrones, the two goblins and Hermione sat in high length chairs. Books lined the dark walls as the only real light sources was from the glass window on the top of the ceiling.
It gave an almost spotlight affect to those sitting.
"Ah, two of my Knights" the cloaked Hermione introduced. "Cobra-Lily and Acromantula, this is the leader of the goblin nation. The honorable King Rashnok" she introduced.
Harry, who was watching through his wife's mind had already identified the goblin as the first he had ever met. The one who accepted his key before summoning Griphook to assist them.
The two Knights bowed in respect.
The goblins bowed their heads in return.
"Your Mistress" Rashnok's commanding, yet quiet voice began. It was obvious that he did not need to yell or show a timbering base in order to reveal the power inside of him. "Just explained to us that one of our goblins not only stole from one of your fellow Knights but attempted to kill them as well" he leaned back with his chin up regally.
They said nothing. Instead, Hermione spoke. "You two" she said to the goblins, "Have been entrusted with mine and my husband's most coveted secret" she looked at them. Though they had taken oaths to ensure security, she had left her hood up.
It could be a bit disorienting doing such serious business with someone who appeared as a child.
"Yet, we do not doubt, nor did we ever question your honor in keeping our secret. Oath or not". Both goblins swelled slightly at that.
There was one thing that goblins held even higher than treasure. Honor.
"This person" she went on with a wave of her glamoured hand. "Has proven that he does not respect us. He does not respect his own people" she stated.
Sharing a look with his commander, Warwick was the first to speak. "Griphook's freedom was forfeit the moment he attempted to seal your companions into that vault. I cannot think of a slower death" he explained.
Now Rashnok took over. "He would have been given a trial. Either execution or a life of imprisonment and pain down in the cave and tunnels underneath our structure. Running only prolongs the inevitable" he stated.
"You mentioned the item he stole being of utmost importance?" he posed for more information.
Hermione gestured her hand to Vivian. "We have come into the knowledge that the one Tom Riddle, or as he renamed himself, Lord Voldemort" the young werewolf began.
Beyond raised brows, neither goblin reacted.
"Made several dark objects known as horcruxes" she finished.
Now both goblins resembled macabre statues. That was a word known and forbidden in their culture. The fact that some beings were disgusting enough to go through with such an effort…
If one of their own had stolen this, then Griphook's fate was sealed. He was to die.
"You claim he made many" Rashnok asked somberly.
"Six and then one by accident" Ron nodded. "Two are inside of living beings" he shocked them.
Rashnok looked at Hermione seriously. "Tell me everything you can".
Her wide smile became illuminated under her hood. The adorable slight buckteeth of the grin did nothing to take away from the dark glee expressed. "With pleasure".
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Luna hummed a silent tune as she walked behind her target. Some people stopped to look at her, others whispered.
The bullying had started again, yet it was simply in the stage where they talked about her. Tried to alienate her.
Of course, that no longer bothered Luna. She had a bigger purpose. A bigger role. Bigger than any of them would be able to accomplish in their little lives.
Luna would deal with them in good time.
She had spent some time with Ginny before excusing herself.
With nary a care, the little blonde began following behind Severus Snape. And she made no move to hide it.
Snape kept looking back at her with a dark look. He was hoping she'd take the hint and leave.
She didn't.
Finally, before entering his chambers, he spun around. He stood tall, showing his intimidating tall, thin and spindly stature.
Other students scattered hoping he didn't notice them.
Luna smiled up at him pleasantly. Her big eyes shined with warmth and starry reflection.
"What do you think you're doing Lovegood" he demanded in a low hiss. "Do you not have an assignment to do? Perhaps you wish for more essays or a detention" he spat.
Luna simply continued to smile.
It was really grating on his nerves!
"What do you want" Severus lost his cool and shouted.
"I like you" was all Luna stated.
Now that took him aback. No one liked him, definitely not students.
"What" he asked having to blink rapidly. It was as if he thought he heard wrong or she'd disappear.
Luna was still there. Still smiling.
"I like you" she repeated. Severus went to shout abuse to send her away. However, Luna continued. "I like you. I think I'll keep you" a cryptic shadow entered that powdery blue gaze.
Severus went to throw back a retort, but none came. Something about the child's words mixed with her stare…
It was extremely unsettling.
Those eyes lacked a certain innocence he came to expect.
It made him think back to darker, harder times.
With a barely noticeable shiver, Severus quickly schooled his facial expression.
He wasn't quick enough though.
With one last chilling smile, Luna turned and skipped off. An eerie hum floating out of her as she made her way down the dark hallway in search of her friends.
Severus watched a minute more before filing the talk away. It may have been nothing, but Severus had learned the importance of holding onto every moment.
With that, he retreated into his chambers. That dunce Lockhart had disappeared somewhere and left all his work to Severus.
'You'd think that Albus would be able to dispel the curse on the position' he thought of the class he so longed to teach. 'Maybe this will at least show that I am much more suited for the job' he told himself.
As he got to work, he checked his protection and detection charms around his chambers once more. Nothing. With that, he began grading and grumbling.
Snape didn't see the light blue eyes watching him from the dark.
A/N: What do you guys think? You already know I'll be combing over this chapter, and probably still the last, for spelling and grammar errors. I find three and six appear, I swear. Next chapter has a few different POV, maybe from some people you've wanted, or didn't expect. As always, review, ask or suggest. It means a lot to me, even if the chapters take forever to get out. I definitely hear you guys. Until next time, have an amazing day!