[a/n]Sequel to#143-#156, and conclusion

Harry Does Different DXXXVt

Incest Is Almost The Best 15

Hogwarts was a scene of confusion. The stage around the maze entrance was full of people with questions but no answers. "How had Viktor been cursed?" "By whom?" "Why attack Fleur?" "Where was Harriet?"

The band, which had been playing a spriteful ballad, to ease anxiety; burst into thunderous celebratory strains with the appearance of Harriet. Though there was mass confusion when ten others appeared with the fourth Champion. Barely had that flash faded than three additional ones appeared, intersecting with Professor Moody. Well one of them, because as everyone quickly noticed, there were TWO of him.

"This is a serious conundrum." Declared the Hogwarts Headmaster.

It was all too much for Harriet, seeing her group of best friends, she called them out in sequence "Ron! Hermione! Luna ! Ginny!" and ran to their embrace. Not sparing her male self a look.

"There are two ways to settle this, Albus." Said the gruff Auror "We certainly could wait the hour for HIM to revert once the Polyjuice wears off: OR: There's always the truth about that long beard of yours."

The old wizard blinked, shocked! "Alistair? How is this possible?

"Madam Bones" Harry addressed the top Law Enforcement Officer. He wanted nothing more than to talk to Harriet, privately, but couldn't, now. "Madam Bones, two things. One, put at least four Aurors on that one. It's actually Barty Crouch Jr. Second, in the Defense office is a multi-compartmented trunk, inside is a heavily stunned …probably Lucius Malfoy… with not much of a head of hair. Not orders of course, just very very urgent requests!"

From the predominately Slytherin part of the audience came a shout "What did you do to my father, Potter!"

"Minister Fudge, due to the large number of innocent bystanders, House Potter extends a ceasefire to all so-called Death Eaters and their families." Harry spoke formally, not exactly acknowledging the remark "Under Section Three of the Statutes. Regent Potter seeks Ministry enforcement and mutual protection until the Wizengamot sessionat high noon tomorrow."

The Minister for Magic almost fell over "What? What? What?" he sprayed over the nearest bystanders "What truce is this? What war are you referring to, boy?"

"You weren't informed, sir?" asked Harry, hiding a malicious glee. His trumped-up expulsion trial had a similar theme "How unfortunate. I'd speak with the Undersecretary about that, Minister. Not seeing Madam Umbridge in attendance here. But I assure you House Potter met, or exceeded, the Statutes' requirements."

Fudge was not at all pleased, but once a flunky whispered in his ear, nodded "Of course Regent Potter. The Ministry is here to encourage peace among the noble families. But I must - -"

"I expect we will find this a most interesting tale." Madam Bones was leading a quartet of her Aurors who, floating between them, was a large silverish trunk "How is it a senior member of the Wizengamot who has been …ahh… incommunicado for several months in the Defense Against the Dark Arts quarters?"

Harry looked around for Harriet, saw her being led away by her friends. If what he thought was bothering her, he really needed to get to her soon. But this came decidedly ahead of that "Before going into that, Madam Bones, spoils of our operation, one Peter Timothy Pettigrew. Order Merlin, First Class, posthumous. Curious that he still seems to be breathing."

"What? Sirius Black was convicted of his murder?" or words to that effect, came from multiple sources.

Acknowledging with a grunt, Harry said "I would check on those facts. Madam Bones, I'd ask you take him into custody. A special warning, Pettigrew is an unregistered rat Animagus. We may want him dead, but he has his uses for the moment. As for your package there, Lucius Malfoy is a marked Death Eater. A belligerent against House Potter, though he never made proper notice of the fact before Harriet's parents were murdered. I say he count himself lucky. Everyone who obeyed Voldemort's summons tonight is as dead as he is."

"You-Know-Who is dead!" exclaimed the Minister. This not one of surprise, more a denial as he added "Has been the case for a dozen years."

Harry spoke purposely subservient "If the Lord Minister would deign; as you say, this had been the case for a dozen years, except for a dozen minutes about that long ago. I ask that some expert investigators examine the Little Hangleton Cemetery. House Potter lifts its war zone declaration on the area, though anyone entering should be cautious."

"Anything else I should be aware of?" Cornelius did not look happy, to say the least.
Harry quipped "I'd wait until my ally arrives for more details."

Abcij

Sirius Black was a free man, able to walk the streets of Diagon Alley without fear of arrest at least. His appearance, however, inspired fear in the other denizens. The former prisoner, and occasionally his mild-mannered werewolf friend, had two purposes. One being to show the friendly face of the man, he was always smiling and going out of his way to be kindly to any child he encountered. Both were particularly solicitous of any dark-haired young witch. The weeks since the Wizengamot formally cleared him were largely happy, except in their constant failure to see hide-nor-hair of one Harriet Potter. Such an encounter was inevitable, and occurred in the relative privacy of a Gringotts back corridor. Not offering a sign of their suffering over the subject, Remus said cheerily "Why Padfoot, look who it is! Dear James and Lily's daughter, and her guardian."

"Indeed, how nice to see you …both." Sirius had long been prepared to instantly dislike the man who had inserted himself into his Goddaughter's life. Though he smiled, disarmingly, at the young witch "Great to see you again, Harriet."

She wasn't impressed "Lupin. Black. Long time no see."

"Been wandering Diagon for weeks now. And you know, you can call me either Remus or Mooney." The werewolf smiled and moved to touch her shoulder "Not even a reply to our letters. We were worried."

Harriet backed away with a glare "How's it feel?" no adult could deliver a better sneer. She turned on Sirius "You have an excuse as far as showing up goes! But something during that tournament of death would've meant a lot! Well, not counting the one shit letter I got."

"Move aside! Bank business!" an importantly dressed goblin bullied her way between the Humans, not otherwise acknowledging them.

"Looking back, I can't see any reason for it, Harriet." Sirius looked and sounded truly remorseful "Even the line of logic that got me to thinking that …just doesn't make sense. I am truly very sorry."

The young witch emitted an unforgiving snort, directing her ire at the pair "MONTHS OF IT! YOU BASTARDS!~!" then ran.

"This is your fault, you you… don't deserve the name Potter!" Sirius stumbled over his fury.

Harry didn't spare a look "Shut up!" looking at the retreating form of his female self, offering a mournful "I will love you as long as I breathe." Only after she was out of sight did he turn a stony look on the older wizards "Oh? That come from the same brain cell as your little love note?"

"You're the responsible adult." Remus chimed in. "And you held out the hope that, besides getting rid of Voldemort, your scheme would help heal our poor judgment."

Harry's face looked like it had ever since the night-the-war-ended-before-it-ever-began. Bitter. Angry. Sad. "I know what I did. Harriet wasn't wrong, even if I didn't think of it that way. My own fault. She was already being used as bait by Voldemort and Dumbledore, it didn't dawn on me I was doing the same. I forgot the concept entirely… until I saw the look of betrayal on Harriet's face.

"A not unrelated question." Sirius was smiling mischievously "Fooling that lot at the Wizengamot was an above average performance. Not enough to fool a Marauder, of course."

Harry couldn't repress a grin, beginning "Always wrap a lie in the truth. I actually DID use snakes just as I said. Very useful as a spy network."

"But there's more to it." Remus added "Something even better? That look, on that face, it's pure James."

The dimensional traveler's expression changed back to its new, unpleasant one. His tone held no happiness "It's a great story. Probably the best practical joke in history. But you know what? You two don't deserve the laugh and neither do i. Only thing I got for you is a freebie. Harriet and I finished the paperwork here, but the formal announcement will be at the Wizengamot on Friday. I've renounced the Potter regency and will go into exile. Maybe I did Britain a lot of good, doesn't make up for the hurt I caused Harriet."

"Wait! Stop!" Remus and Sirius spoke simultaneously, but futilely as the James doppelganger kept going. They followed a bit, then gave up, muttering a pair of "Bloody hell!"s.