Inheritance

by pashby257

So I can listen to it. Originally by Megamatt09

7. 7

Albus Dumbledore closed his eyes; he was trying to figure out where things went wrong. There was one thing stood out in his mind, a statement that repeated over and over in his aged mind pretty much constantly and there was no denying that it was the truth.

In hindsight, using Mundungus Fletcher as security might not have been the best idea in the world. He was good at bargaining for information that might help the Order, at least Dumbledore hoped he bargained, he did give Fletcher a decent allowance to purchase vital information for the Order from the other side but so far, it hadn't paid off.

Dumbledore was all about giving people second, third, forth, fifth, sixth, and seventh chances for that was the most powerful magical number. So as a result, he was willing to overlook Dung's counterfeit gold scheme about fifteen years ago that nearly caused the goblins to shut down the economy by blocking magical users from their gold. There were people who threatened to kill Dung if they saw him on the street and sadly, Dumbledore believed it. It was unfortunate that people were predisposed to violence.

He felt that problems could be solved through peace and understanding, everyone deserved a chance at redemption. Surely, the violent crimes committed by Death Eaters were merely a cry for help. Dumbledore knew that he had been saved and others could be saved by being brought down the path of redemption.

There was just one flaw to his thinking and that was that not everyone wanted to walk the road to redemption that Albus Dumbledore had. He felt such sorrow at that fact, he gave Tom ample chance to make something of himself, to not embrace the hatred that consumed his very being utterly, but he decided to throw that chance in Dumbledore's face and laugh at him. Laugh at him! Albus Percivel Wulfric Brian Dumbledore: Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Order of Merlin, First Class; Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, and Grand Sorcerer! It was something that saddened the old wizard beyond all else and he wondered if Harry was capable of the same darkness.

That was why he let out a sigh of relief when Harry was sorted into Gryffindor. Dumbledore thought that Gryffindor was the house that allowed the world to stay on the straight and the narrow, the sign of all that was good and just. All of the houses had their pluses but Dumbledore always had a soft spot for Gryffindor, it members showed bravery and virtue, as well as the ability to stand up for what someone believed in.

Yet, there were times where Dumbledore wondered about typecasting students at such a young age, but he put the thought out of his mind. It was how the Founders did it therefore it was the best way to do things.

He could not afford a philosophical debate about the nature of the Hogwarts sorting! No, that was not something that he could be bothered with right now. He needed to….well he needed to figure out what to do about the Harry Potter situation and much to his dismay, Harry was no longer within his sights. How could the boy get guidance if he was not there to give it to him? Dumbledore wished to have an heir to replace him, to continue to lead the side of Light, long after he'd since passed onto that next great adventure.

Dumbledore didn't like to admit it, especially given that he always felt that he should be in control. However, if someone like Harry could keep a few steps ahead of him, maybe he was losing his touch? Just a little bit? The twinkle had died in his eye, he had failed to keep Harry safe. The Death Eaters had preyed on his deepest desire.

Dumbledore felt his heart leap as he saw something fly in through his window, dare he hope?

It was an owl, and not just any owl! No! Owls like this one weren't common, at least not in this part of the world. Dumbledore knew that to be a fact and he'd seen this one around the school before. The Headmaster watched the arrival of the owl with excitement and once again, he wondered, dare he hope? The Headmaster kept his eyes fixated on the arrival of the new owl and he looked at her as she settled down on a perch in front of him for a brief moment. Hope burned anew in Dumbledore's heart.

It was Harry's owl! Hedwig, if Dumbledore was not mistaken and he frequently wasn't if he did say so himself.

Flying from the perch to him, Hedwig casually dropped a letter on Dumbledore's head and turned around to fly off. If Dumbledore hadn't thought the matter to be absolutely absurd, he would have thought that the owl showed contempt towards him.

The Headmaster held the letter in his, and then performed a charm to make sure it was not rife with traps.

'See Alastor! I do listen,'Albus thought to himself with glee, even though the man in question couldn't respond to his words. Due to the fact he wasn't even there and even if he was there, he would not be privy to Albus Dumbledore's inner thoughts.

Still it was wise to check the letter for any jinxes, hexes, or assorted nastiness. Dumbledore remembered what happened to young Hermione Granger last year when she opened a letter last year and had an unfortunate encounter with bubotuber pus.

He was extremely disappointed in her; he thought that she would have figured out that she should scan all correspondence. Especially given her blood status, it should have been common sense that someone might try to take her out. She might have been book smart but Dumbledore sadly realized that young Miss. Granger lacked both common sense and logic. It was only fortunate that many of her fellow witches and wizards did as well.

Dumbledore continued to scan the letter and found that it passed muster. He opened it up and recognized Harry's writing.

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

How was your summer? Mine has been fantastic since I left the Dursleys, I'm having the time of my life.

Dumbledore dropped his head and closed his eyes. There was one thought that went through his head.

'Oh my! The poor boy has suffered Stockholm syndrome,' Dumbledore thought to himself, he was disappointed that Harry had allowed such a thing to happen. Never the less, he figured that he should continue reading the letter.

The last four years of Hogwarts? It's been interesting in more ways than one. I don't think any student in living memory has ever had a teacher with a shadow of a Dark Lord growing out of the back of his head, fought a giant fifty foot snake, had to deal with soul sucking monsters, or be forced into a tournament with a magical binding contract that he didn't enter. All at the safest place on Earth.

How did that work anyway? I'm sure the great Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore could clue me in on that one.

By the way, my mother came back from the dead! Shows what you know about no magic being able to revive the dead . Well….technically she wasn't dead, so what do you know? You're still right, in a way, kinda, I guess. It's technicality yes, but hey…you can rest easy knowing that you could be right. She was in some kind of limbo, trapped between life and death, triggered by the scar on my forehead.

Was that what caused the glint of triumph in your eye? Or were you just having a stroke?

Anyway, I'm learning about Potions! I find it much more interesting when an insanely hot twenty-one year old red head is teaching me, rather than some greasy, anti- social, rabies infected, pile of bat droppings.

Dumbledore clicked his tongue. He trusted Sev...Severus did not deserve any of this disrespect. Why! Albus thought he was a sweet and beautiful man with a beautiful soul in desperate need of a hug if one looked beneath the surface.

While, I'm sure the Order of the Phoenix has been looking for me underneath every rock. I'm actually willing to meet with you, face to face at The Hog's Head Pub. I trust you know where that is? Here's a clue! It's in Hogsmeade.

Albus smiled, naturally he knew where the Hog's Head was.

'I'm going to let you in on where I've been and what I'm going to do. As for me ever going back to the Dursleys? Well there's been a slight change of plans.Shame about Dudley, I guess, honestly I'm really surprised that he even had a soul after Petunia and Vernon got through with him. I figured their combined DNA would negate that. Guess that shows me, eh?

Dumbledore was saddened to hear that Harry was taking a such an attitude towards his family who took him in and raised him, giving him a proper home. That didn't matter though, he needed to go back to the Dursleys; It was the safest place for him.

To Albus Dumbledore family was everything.

So, I'd say more, but I figure anything I want to say, I'll say it to your face.

See you then.

Sincerely,

Lord Harry Potter-Black-Peverell.

There was a postscript at the end.

Do feel free to bring a date. I'll be bringing one and she's very interested in meeting you, Professor.

Dumbledore figured that he should call in Severus and say that the search was over because Harry agreed to meet with them.

Snape arrived after being summoned by Dumbledore. Much like an obedient dog who jumped when his Master called him.

"Potter sent you a letter," Snape said with contempt dripping from his voice.

"Yes, Severus…."

"You do realize that there is a chance that this could be a trap because the Dark Lord would like to see you dead," Snape stated to him, casually as if discussing the weather.

"Yes, but…."

Snape looked at Potter's commentary about him on the letter and his eyes flashed with rage. How dare the boy spread such malicious lies about him?

He was not rabies infected.

Harry Fucking Potter waited patiently; the moment of reckoning was at hand. The only question he had on his mind was whether or not Albus Dumbledore would come alone or whether he would drag along all of his friends. That was something that the inquiring mind of Harry Potter wished to know. He tapped his fingers on the edge of the table that he sat, along with Lily and Andromeda.

The Hog's Head was practically abandoned, not that it was the bustling center of commerce in the first place. Andromeda suggested this to Harry as a meeting place and after looking into it, Harry thought that it would be slightly better than the Three Broomsticks because two rather public figures meeting would cause a stir all things considered, at least that's what Harry assumed and he did not feeling like dealing with the drama.

Still that moment of anticipation was the very worst thing and Harry patiently waited for the other shoe to drop. Soon he would come face to face with Dumbledore and knowing him, Harry suspected that considering how much of a diva the man was, he would have to make a bit of a grand entrance all things considered. That's why he waited, with focused intensity flashing through his green eyes.

"Not nervous, merely preparing," Lily whispered to Andromeda, who nodded seriously in agreement.

Sure enough, Dumbledore walked through the door, dressed in bright purple robes that nearly caused Harry to suffer vertigo or at least some kind of headache inducing ailment. They looked really colorful compared to Snape's outfit which was black on black with more black along with a side of black, and Harry would be cheating himself if he did not mention that Snape was wearing black. Seriously, didn't the man know how to at least set it off with a trim to break things up?

Harry prepared himself as Dumbledore took a step forward.

"Harry, I'm very disappointed….."

"Are you now?" Harry interrupted before Dumbledore could get a few words out.

"You should have never fled the safety of your home! It's the safest place for you after all! But don't worry! I'm here to save you!" Dumbledore said boldly but Harry stood up and interrupted him again.

"The sad thing is that you really believe it," Harry tutted shaking his head sadly.

"I wonder if the magical world knows what dementia is? Because Dumbledore's exhibiting a lot of the symptoms right now," Lily offered calmly.

Snape stopped, he looked like he saw a ghost, because for all intents and purposes he did. His eyes widened, it was a nearly comical effect as they bugged out of his head and his mouth hung open for a second.

Lily mentally and then pulling out a camera snapped a picture of his face, it was priceless! His hair was greasy, his eyes were black, his skin was sallow, with his rotting teeth, he was a thoroughly foul and repugnant human being. He had a face only a mother could love and that was even after alcohol.

"Lily..." Snape managed to breath out and there was a few seconds where he stared at the woman like she was a piece of meat.

Harry did not like the way that Snape was looking at his mother, in fact, he wanted to gouge the foul man's eyes out just on sheer principle. Judging by the look on Lily's face, she would be standing right next to Harry.

"It can't be," Dumbledore breathed.

"There was this incident with your brother, you, and six goats that…."

"Lily!...It's….how?….You should have told me that you survived," Dumbledore managed, as he tried to recover quickly.

"Well, I didn't find out myself until about a week ago," Lily said with a casual statement that sent Dumbledore's mind into overdrive.

Dumbledore wondered if there was some kind of dark magic going on. He was going to have to take Lily down and he was going to have to act quickly, because Andromeda Tonks was sitting there and the woman scared the crap out of him. Thankfully! Her daughter was nothing like Andromeda, who had refused point blank to join the Order of the Phoenix despite the fact Dumbledore requested. Then threatened legal action against him for creating and funding an illegal private militia if he wouldn't stop bothering her.

Nymphadora wasn't that skilled but she did have an ear inside the Ministry, so that was something that Dumbledore had to be grateful for.

Harry saw that Dumbledore was about ready to hex his mother, likely thinking that she was some dark arts construct or whatever insane theory was rattling around in his Alzheimer's addled brain. So Harry was going to take swift and decisive action.

Without another word, Harry disarmed Dumbledore. His wand flew out of his hand and landed into Harry's, before Dumbledore could even lift his arm.

"You insolent brat! How dare you! Five hundred points from Gryffindor and a year's…."

Snape was disarmed and silenced in two spells by Harry.

"That will be enough out of you," Harry hissed in an icy voice. He was not in the mood to deal with Snape's shit today, not that he was ever in the mood to deal with Snape's shit. But today of all days, he was not in the mood.

"Why, Harry?"

"Well it's simple really, for the past four years, I've passed every test that has been put in front of me. I think you remember them all," Harry said directing that icy glare towards Dumbledore. "It's time that I move on, perhaps it's time you move on as well, Headmaster."

"You should have never left your home…."

"I should have never been put there," Harry countered to Dumbledore, doing an admirable job in keeping his temper in check.

"Your cousin lost his soul because you of…."

"Oh! Don't give me that fucking bullshit, Dumbledore!"

Lily, on the other hand, had far less tact than him.

"Do you expect Harry to be able to predict when Dementors were going to fucking attack him?" Lily said, practically foaming at the mouth as she stared down the aged wizard. "Even that fruit loop of a Divination teacher you employ wouldn't fathom something that fucking far fetched! Honestly, do you fucking think before you open your mouth?"

Even Albus Dumbledore was a bit intimidated by that one.

"If he was there…."

"Oh! So you wanted me to be there! So I could save him, thus using my magic, and knowing the Ministry, they would have brought me in on trumped up charges to further discredit me in the eyes of the public, then you would have swept in to rescue me in an attempt to make yourself look better in my eyes," Harry told Dumbledore, not backing down from the old wizard for a second.

Dumbledore had not thought about that, but that did sound like a wonderful plan, regardless of that he tried to remain rather bold and tall. The Headmaster was not someone who was going to back down from accusations; No! He was going to face them head on, even though he thought that Harry was very much mistaken about him.

"Harry…."

"Albus, we have business to discuss, real business," Andromeda informed him and there was a certain tone of smugness to her voice that Albus Dumbledore did not like.

"What sort of business?" Albus asked in a tense voice, he was pretty sure this was going to be worse than a trip to the hospital wing.

"There's a property in Harry's name, that you're using without his permission," Andromeda told him and there was sense that the Headmaster felt something was going to come back to bite him hard in the ass.

Snape scowled, which was the only thing that he was capable of in his present predicament.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about," Dumbledore said and that was a typical response from Dumbledore, so Andromeda decided to spell it out in plain English.

"It's a property that you're holding under a charm that you shouldn't, because it would violate Clause A-13 of the rights of Pureblood Lords," Andromeda replied. "I trust you're familiar with that law. No magical user is to hold a dwelling owned by a Pureblood head of family without their permission, and any one caught doing it will be subjected to a five hundred Galleon fine or a ten year sentence within Azkaban."

Dumbledore recalled that law and thought it was harsh. The Ministry required written permission to perform the Fidelius Spell as well, because it would be easy for people to put themselves in hiding when they had broken magical law. Naturally Dumbledore got around that both times he had the charm performed, because there were times where things needed to be done that were outside of the law. He was also Chief Warlock in both cases, so in essence he was the law.

"You're going to bring us there, or my client will press full charges and the Dumbledore name will be more defiled by this than by anything the Ministry could do to you," Andromeda said, making sure Dumbledore understood that he had just broken sacred Pureblood law, which was higher than any Ministry law.

"You know….."

"Albus, if you have one shred of dignity left, you'll know that this is our game, shut the fuck up, and bring us to the property in question," Andromeda stated to him bluntly.

"If Harry will just give me my wand back…."

"I think that I'll keep it for insurance purposes for now," Harry offered, he was not foolish enough to relinquish Dumbledore's wand to him. In fact, even though he considered wands to be quite frankly useless, there was something about this wand that was different about all other wands, he just couldn't put his finger on as to why.

He might want to hang on it for a little bit longer and he formulated a plan in his head to do so.

"Write it down on paper and bring us there or we'll go straight to the Wizengamot," Andromeda warned the old man.

Dumbledore knew that Amelia Bones was not his biggest fan right now, so that was the last thing that he wanted to do. He was all for a good rogering now and again but she was a female. And that was not to mention the other representatives of the court that wanted to see him go down hard in flames.

He knew who held the cards, like it or not, he had to comply. It would give him time to think.

And as long as Harry held his wand, he was limited. Again, Albus wondered if Harry ever knew what he truly held, again he was thankful for the fact that he was secluded from Wizarding culture.

"Harry, do not relinquish that wand, especially if it is, what I think it is," Lily whispered, as she worked on some charm work to construct a fake to fool Dumbledore for a little bit.

Number Twelve Grimmauld Place was just as Andromeda remembered it. A horrid shit hole. Even though she could not pull the address from her memories until Dumbledore told her the secret.

Snape once again was silent as he stewed in his own juices. There was no one with a wand that would willingly remove the silencing charm that brat Potter placed upon him. He was going to throw him into Detention forever and then his children and his children's children and his children's children's children and his children's children's children's children. The only way Snape thought that justice would be served was if an entire legacy of Potter brats scrubbed cauldrons with their tongues for the rest of their lives.

He felt a headache come on every time he tried to look at Lily. She should have been his! But Potter stole her away from him! She was his property! the Dark Lord promised him Lily! It was only fair after all his mommy didn't love him! And his daddy used to beat him!

"So we're here and it's the same dump I remember," Andromeda commented with contempt in her eyes, as she looked at the house. There was no question about it really; it was still a horrid shit hole.

Lily felt anticipation, even if it was a twisted sort of anticipation. She was going to come face to face with Molly Weasley, nee Prewett. She recalled that she was a legend during her time at Hogwarts, but not for good reasons.

She had gotten even worse with age if Lily's observations through her son's eyes had been correct.

Dumbledore carefully stepped inside. Andromeda knew why, her daughter had mentioned the horrible portrait of her aunt that yelled at everyone. The woman took a half of a step forward and smiled, she knew that the portrait was only made to yell at people who were not supposed to be there and technically Dumbledore and his Order of the Phoenix didn't have the needed permission to be there. Andromeda made her way into the room, hairs standing up on the back of her neck.

"I require your permission to continue the Order meetings…."

"No. You're not going to get it, because your Order has not done anything. In fact more of you have been killed, then you have done anything," Harry said firmly.

"Harry! My boy! We cannot be like them. We are better than them."

Lily sighed, Dumbledore was the type of person who would try to redeem the rapist whilst condemning the rape victim, saying that they were asking for it. Obviously, he held a guilt complex about something, although Lily did not completely know why.

"Albus did you….HARRY!"

Molly Weasley took a step forward towards Harry but Harry stepped back to avoid the stampeding cow.

"Where were you?!" Molly demanded of Harry as she bared down upon them. Harry could see a sea of red stepping into the room.

"I was around," Harry said in a tense voice and he could see his mother's tension also escalating a little bit as well.

"You were around?!" Molly asked him and there was a sense that Mount Molly was going to blow her top. "You shouldn't have left…."

"He had every right to leave, because he was with me," Lily stated crisply as she stared down Molly, who only took half of a step back.

"Who do you think you are?" Molly asked, wondering what Dumbledore was thinking bringing this imposter here.

"You know, your mouth looks empty without someone cock in it," Lily replied which caused the twins and Ginny to burst out into laughter, Hermione to look disapproving, and Ron to look confused. Which was pretty much the usual expression for two of them.

"Lily! I'm disappointed in you," Dumbledore said.

"You know, one could say the same about you, Headmaster, given some of the rumors about you," Lily said and Mount Molly erupted.

"HOW DARE YOU?!"

"How dare I?" Lily asked in a calm and confused voice. She was confused because she couldn't believe that someone like this existed, someone that could be so pushy, overbearing, rude, fat, and everything else along those lines.

Then again, given that it was Molly Weasley, there was a huge part of Lily that could in fact believe just that. Her eyes flared with anger as she looked at the overbearing bitch.

"You know, you'd be a lot less annoying if your mouth was silent," Lily said which caused Harry to smile.

"Well! I can see where Harry gets his trouble making streak from…"

"And I can see where Percy gets his ability to stick his tongue so far up an authority figures ass from," Lily countered and that stuck a nerve.

Ginny mouthed one word to the twins who nodded in agreement. "Ouch."

Molly was not happy that was brought up; it was not her fault what Percy did! She was a good mother! Percy was the one that took after her the most. If he was not going up against Dumbledore, she would be happy of what he was doing. Anyone who went against Dumbledore! For he was an extremely great and powerful wizard! Must have something wrong with them!

"Listen here you! You come back after…."

"I've saved my son from an abusive environment, which is more than you ever did," Lily said to the woman and she used that term very loosely when referring to Molly the Mouth. "You were told that the Dursleys put bars on his windows and you thought that was logically sound, didn't you?"

Molly thought that the twins were trying to get out of trouble when that was happened, so she didn't really think too much of it. And she didn't really think anything was wrong with it. To be honest, it seemed a wonderful way to ensure the children were safe in their rooms.

"I think that I know what's best for Harry," Molly argued. If this was Lily Potter, and Molly had her doubts that it was her, she'd only been a mother for a year. Molly had seven children, so she was sure that she knew far more about being a mother than anyone else in the world. Ever.

Lily's smile became a bit pained at that and there was a sense that she knew Molly was going to try and bait her into doing something. Of course, it would be something that Molly was going to regret and not Lily. A glorified house wife was not going to get the better of her.

"Yes, because you carried Harry for nine months," Lily bit back and there was a few seconds where the two women locked onto each other. "You took Harry into your house! Good for you, but was that really out of the kindness of your heart or out of some demented fairy tale desire about having one happy Weasley family?"

"I think Ginny and Harry would be perfect together," Molly said and Ginny put her face in her hands and groaned. This was going to make her look really bad by association.

"Do you really think that?" Lily asked that was a bit of contempt in her voice before continuing "Because if so, you must not know your daughter at all."

"She heard the stories! She said that she wanted to marry you when you two grew up," Molly commented with a gushing tone to her voice and this caused Ginny to go red.

"Mrs. Weasley, I'm afraid that I'm not Ginny's type," Harry stated as he tried to lock eyes with Ginny. "A shame really, but oh well."

"She wanted this."

"No, Mum you wanted this!" Ginny shouted, finally losing her temper. Her mother's demented dreams were making her look like a harlot and she was not going to stand for it.

"Now, Ginerva, I'm only trying to do what's best for you…."

"Well, after the incident with Tom, I'm turned off from having an intimate relationship with the male sex forever!" Ginny yelled.

"That was…."

"Yes, because apparently it was my fault that Lucius Malfoy dropped an enchanted diary, one that had a highly powerful compulsion charm on it, that an adult wizard would have trouble breaking, in my books," Ginny said as she stared her mother down. "Get it through your head! Mum! I don't want to be your mini-me! Luna and I have been together for a year and Hermione's joined us after I got her out of a tight fix with some Slytherins who she pissed off…."

"Hermione's supposed to be with Ron!" Molly shouted. "Ginny, I won't tolerate such an abnormality!"

"Ginny should be able to make her own decisions," Harry told Molly barely able to look at her face thanks to the disgust he felt.

"Thanks Harry," Ginny commented gratefully. She was glad that Harry did not tar her with the same brush as her mother.

"I don't like those type of people! It's unnatural! Headmaster, couldn't you talk some sense into her?" Molly asked as she turned to the Headmaster.

"Molly, you must be tolerant," Albus retorted, his voice growing suddenly cold at Molly's declaration against those type of people.

"You sound like the Dursleys do about magical people," Harry said and Molly looked gravely offended at this accusation.

"You're being ungrateful…."

"I paid your husband for room and board even single year I stayed over during the summer," Harry told her and Arthur, who had just shown up, confirmed this with a nod. Molly rounded on him.

"Why was I not informed about this?"

"Molly, it wasn't anything that you needed to know. Harry paid a fair rate, he paid double the rate in fact," Arthur commented, he begrudgingly took the money but he was proud to see Harry manned up. He didn't see that trait in two of his sons right now.

He was also not going to say that Molly really had no say, given that he slaved away at the Ministry everyday, while she sat at home and ate. Having seven kids didn't help but Molly used magic to clean and cook and did very little physical exertion, which was recommended for witches who have had at least two children.

"We're getting off the subject," Andromed said, she was not in the mood to deal with any Weasley family woes. There was something about that which gave her a headache and she refused to even think that much more about it further.

"Yes, we're getting off of the subject, where is Sirius….oh there he is," Harry said as Sirius turned up.

Normally he would be happy to see Harry, but he didn't know what to believe. He was like a dog in the headlights, seeing Lily there, alive, although perhaps he was being fooled. Even Remus stood there staring in shock.

"Hello Remus, what in the hell is on your face?" Lily asked as she looked at Lupin carefully. "Did some furry animal climb up onto your face and die?"

"Lily….it's really her," Remus whispered in surprise and he looked at her. "How…."

"You were dead," Sirius stated but then he realized how stupid that particular statement was. Lily's lips curled into a mysterious smile and she offered one statement.

"Well, I got better," Lily replied as she hid her amusement.

"Sirius, yes, I know your innocent, but you didn't have any right to offer Dumbledore and the Order this house. I do realize that he may have offered you the implication that he's working to get you a trial," Andromeda said.

Sirius nodded, he was a desperate man. And desperate men did desperate things.

"Sirius, you can stay in the house, as can Remus, the rest of these people, get the fuck out," Harry ordered firmly.

"Harry you can't do that…."

Harry turned to Hermione, he was honestly surprised that she did not make herself heard before now. Hermione Granger, if nothing else, always had to have the last word. She had a need for attention, hence her habit of volunteering information that she memorized without any original thought of her own.

"You'll find that I can," Harry replied to Hermione calmly. "For the past four years, I've allowed you to get away with trying boss me around, because I didn't want to destroy your self-esteem. Whatever, issues you have at home? That's not my fault. It's a shame that the Wizarding World doesn't believe in counseling, otherwise I wouldn't have been sent home to people who hated me after I saw someone die in front of me."

Dumbledore opened his mouth. "The Dursleys don't hate you Harry."

"How can you stand the smell of bullshit coming out of your own mouth?" Harry asked Dumbledore and any respect he might have had for the old man was gone, not that he had much to start with. His accomplishments, maybe, but not the man. "It's time for me to go, and I would advise you to step away."

There was no word given by Dumbledore.

"I'm leaving Hogwarts. I'm going to write to Professor McGonagall and tell her not to expect me back and here's why," Harry stated as he took out a folded piece of paper. "This is merely a copy, so feel free to do whatever you want to it."

Hermione was the one who took the paper from him and her eyes widened when she saw what was written there. Harry got to take his NEWTs! He got perfect scores on his exams! Her eyes widened in shock and horror.

"You need to return to Hogwarts….it's the safest place for you."

Even Ron broke out into laughter about that statement from Dumbledore.

"I've taken my NEWTs. I'm done with that place," Harry stated bluntly as he turned around but then he paused. "I want everyone but Sirius and Remus cleared out of here by Monday morning, no excuses."

Given today was Tuesday, Harry thought that he was giving them more than fair notice.

Snape managed to step forward and he couldn't resist doing what he did next.

Harry knew that Snape was not that dangerous without his wand but never the less, the greasy foul man was not someone who you wanted to turn your back on. The two of them locked their eyes onto each other and Snape tried to push himself into Harry's memories.

It was unfortunate that Harry was prepared for Snape's intrusion and his mind was rattled by Harry when he counter attacked him. He suffered a splitting headache as well as being pushed back a few feet back, but not before he saw the memories of Harry and Lily in a very private moment.

This caused Snape's head to throb and Harry turned to Andromeda.

"What is the penalty for a mental probe on an underaged wizard without the consent of a parent or guardian?" Harry asked Andromeda.

"Life in Azkaban," Andromeda said grimly as she was pleased to see that whatever Snape saw scarred him.

"Ginny, Fred, George, good luck, the rest of you? Well I might see you around but don't count on it," Harry stated and he turned around without another word, Lily and Andromeda following in his wake.

Dumbledore found he had his wand back in his hand, well what was left of it. It seemed that Harry had broken it in one last act of defiance before he departed.

No one noticed that Molly Weasley had been gagged suddenly with an apple, because no one was willing to break the silence.

Hermione's eyes were locked on the NEWT scores in front of her and she wept. She hadn't even taken her OWLs yet and Harry had gotten to take his NEWTs. He'd gotten better marks on these exams than she ever gotten on any of hers.

It was not fair.

"Dumbledore really didn't know what hit him," Nym concluded with a smile crossing her face as she sat in the castle with Harry.

"He definitely didn't know what hit him, I don't think he was expecting that I'd get my hands on his wand either, and by the time he figures out that Mum gave him a fake….well much too late to do anything," Harry said with a wide ear to ear grin.

"We have the Wand and then there's the Cloak, that's two out of a set of three items," Lily stated as she flipped through the book that was on the table. "It's called the Deathly Hallows, although it has other names."

"Yes, this Mastery of Death thing….I refuse to believe that a little stick of wood is this powerful," Harry said in a dismissive voice as he waved the object around. Since the moment he learned about magic, he managed to do whatever he could to learn whatever he could about performing any magic without a wand. It appeared to be a great handicap to rely on a wand or any other magical artifacts. In fact, it might make someone less powerful if they grew overly dependent on them. Yet, at the same time he was willing to admit that some could more than likely greatly enhance your abilities. But they were a tool, no more, no less.

Of course, the fact that there were some people who believed in this rubbish meant that Harry needed to think really hard about what he needed to do. Plans to that nature formed through his mind.

"I wonder if Fleur is enjoying the outfit that we got her," Harry remarked with a grin.

"Well, she seemed eager to be able to earn a few extra galleons, I'm not sure if the skirt is regulation length or not," Lily stated and Harry grinned widely. She could tell that Harry was not someone who cared about whether or not any skirt was regulation length, especially considering the circumstances.

Harry got up to his feet and decided to check up on Fleur. Walking forward, Harry's smile got even wider as he made his way towards her.

She was wearing a French Maid's outfit, although it was obviously made for his enjoyment. She had on a top that caused her cleavage to be seen as far as the eye could see. Her breasts were fit to burst out. Her skirt was so short that it could be classified as merely a belt, if that. She wore sheer white stockings that covered her legs and wore high heel shoes.

She wiggled her ass and Harry stepped behind her, placing his hands on her thighs.

"I think it's time for us to make a mess again, so you can clean it up again later," Harry breathed into her ear, she shivered as Harry parted her skirt to reveal what she was wearing or rather what she was not wearing underneath.

Harry sunk his fingers into the dripping quim of the sexy Veela, causing her eyes to flutter over with an immense amount of pleasure. He was knuckles deep in her sensual pussy and working even deeper into her. His efforts were not about to be lost in vain.

"Oh, Harry, you're so good," Fleur moaned and Harry cupped her breasts, they were large and gave him plenty of flesh to squeeze.

"You are a bit overdressed for the occasion," Harry told Fleur as he ripped her top open to reveal her impressive breasts, which he squeezed and this caused her eyes to flutter open, desire spreading through her face, dancing through her eyes.

"Yes, oh yes, my tits, they belong to you!" Fleur screamed.

"You better believe it and your ass as well," Harry commented as he smacked and groped Fleur for emphasis, her legs wrapped around him. His hands cupped her breasts and ran his hands all down her body, feeling her smooth skin underneath his hands as he explored it. He could sense her panting and wanted to increase the pleasure, double it. The blonde's eyes clouded over with more pleasure as Harry ran his fingers down her body.

His pants were pulled down and she grabbed him around the shaft with surprising strength. Slowly, inch by inch, the Veela popped his cock into her mouth. It hit the back of her throat and Harry squeezed her breasts, causing her to pant lustfully as she ran her mouth all the way down his shaft, until it hit the back of her throat.

"Mmm, ah, mmm, ah," Fleur moaned as she worked her mouth against his cock hungrily as he pushed it all the way down her throat. She used her hand to squeeze his balls and then kept slurping around his shaft.

The blonde's mouth latched upon Harry's phallus and she looked up at him.

"Oh damn, suck me, harder, oh yes, baby, so good," Harry grunted as he worked his long length deep inside her mouth. It went as deep as he could manage but he wanted to go even deeper. He wanted to gag this Veela goddess on his penis.

Fleur was getting soaked at his domination; it was very rare that a man would be strong enough to dominate a Veela. He grabbed her head and forced her to suck his cock harder. She took his entire length into the back of her throat, nearly choking on him. Somehow, she managed to stay the course, even though it was hard to breath given twelve inches of dick went down her throat.

Harry rubbed her clit furiously, causing her more pleasure and cupped her pussy, playing with the folds. He stroked her nipples and pinched them, causing her to squeal as he pumped his cock into her mouth.

After her jaw was nearly rendered sore by the face fucking, Harry pulled out.

Fleur found herself restrained against the wall, spread egged, her body able to be explored and Harry traced down her body, hungrily. He took some of her juices into his mouth and fed them to her.

"Dirty girl, eating your cum," Harry breathed as he smacked her hard on the ass and she offered a squeal as he groped her from behind.

With another fluid attack, Harry speared into her pussy, which was his sole property. His dick speared into her superheated core and caused her to moan.

Fleur felt herself pressed against the walls as Harry's huge member eagerly sought out her heat over and over again. She almost was about ready to work his cock into submission, using her walls to milk his thrusts.

"Mmm, ah, oh, deeper!" Fleur moaned as she wish she could have her arms free so she could dig her way out.

Fleur's eyes were closed as she found herself moaning in pleasure, she was cooing really loudly at the pleasure. His dick went into her willing walls, stretching her out and she was panting from the pleasure. His throbbing length beating a path into her was one of the best things she felt she could feel and she tried to push her hips out to meet him, but it was hard to maneuver herself in the restraints.

Harry explored the nether regions of this Veela with his cock and he kissed her hard on the lips. She returned fire, her tongue working into him.

"Oh, fuck, keep this up," Fleur moaned. "Take me, any way…you want to."

"I'm going to take you, every way that I want to," Harry told her as he stuck a few fingers up her ass for emphasis.

She moaned as Harry sped up his thrusts and her clear juices were practically oozing out of her. She was giving off so much of her allure that it would cause every man in a near radius to pass out.

"Oh, ah, mmm, ah, mmm, ah," Fleur moaned.

Harry bit down on her neck and that caused her to squeal in delight. He kept licking and working his way around the sensitive flesh of her. His hands pawed her breasts as she kept moaning as loud as she could.

"Damn, so fucking horny," Harry growled as he let her out of the restraints and pulled out.

This was only to expose her ass. Harry was lubricated with her juices and he used her pussy juices to lubricate her anal core.

"In me, please," Fleur panted.

Harry smiled as he ran his hands down her ass cheeks, squeezing them. He took one hand to steady her and another hand groped her DD Cup breasts, cementing his domination over her. His cock brushed against her tightest hole.

"FUCK!" Fleur yelled as she felt Harry's might rod invade her rectum.

It hurt for a brief second but Veelas were able to recover from anything. The wizard's hands roamed all over her body, as he went into her so hard. His thick dick speared into her as he stretched out her anal cavity.

His hands roamed over her, groping her breasts, claiming her luscious globes for his own. He speared even deeper into her ass, his balls slapping against her tight rectum. He was going as deep into her as she would allow him and then going that extra mile.

"Oh, more, more, please," Fleur breathed as Harry conjured a dildo and shoved it into her pussy.

Thanks to magic, the dildo began to vibrate within her. She closed her eyes, her nipples got rock hard as he plowed his even harder cock into her quim. She breathed as she was pressed against the wall. Her pussy juices soaked the vibrator within her as Harry plowed into her ass, causing her to not be able to sit down for a week.

In her lust hazed mind, she thought it was worth it.

"You're going to be so fucking wet, it's going to be so good," Harry breathed as he pinched her nipples and she mewled in delight at his actions.

Harry pulled her off of the wall and threw her down onto the bed.

She was situated on her hands and knees on the mattress, with Harry spearing into her from behind.

His cock went as far into her as he could manage and she was on her hands and knees, drool dripping down her chin.

Fleur lost all sense of coherence, all that mattered was Harry's cock spearing as far into her body as it could go. It filled her moist snatch up nicely.

"Oh, mmm, ah, mmm, ah," Fleur breathed as Harry hammered into her, working himself up into the home stretch.

"About to finish," Harry commented as he nipped the back of her neck and she squealed in pleasure, with Harry taking her to the edge. She was going to be pleasured like she was never pleasured before, Harry could feel it. His cock was hugged by her sopping wet walls and he plunged himself as deep into her as he could manage.

His balls tightened and Harry came, rope after rope of thick cum splashing into her insights.

Fleur had a powerful orgasm of her own that clenched Harry's cock like a vice. Having his extremely powerful seed pump into her body was something that excited. The wizard hammered her tightness and felt it enter her.

"Fleur, I want you to write to your mother and sister. I believe I have something that they'd be very interested in helping me with," Harry breathed and Fleur nodded.

"Oui master...once I…catch my breath," Fleur commented breathlessly, although she was excited at the possibilities that were to come.