Chapter 16
The Inheritance Trunk
(Monday, August, 6th, 1991)
Lucius Malfoy rarely ever drank alcohol in the morning, unless it was a rich champagne celebrating one of his many deals he made over the years. So it was considered a rarity that he was drinking from a tumbler, filled with Scotch at seven-o-clock that Monday morning. This drink, however, was for medicinal purposes. He had woken with a large migraine. He was currently sitting alone in the den of his majestic Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire. He figured he was the only human awake in the house.
His wife, Narcissa, was probably still asleep in the Mistresses Bedroom. It had been a long time since Lucius and Narcissa had slept together – literally or in any other sense – in the bed in the Master Bedroom. Once their son, Draco, had been born, the Heir portion of the Betrothal Contract had been finished. There was no passion between husband and wife. Their marriage was solely business and politics. Lucius achieved his desires by other means, and Narcissa – well, he hardly cared how she tended to those needs.
His son, and Heir to his name, Draco, was also asleep, and would probably be so for another hour or so. Today he would begin his studies to prepare for his education at Hogwarts, which meant book-reading and spell-casting. The Ministry's monitors watching Underage Sorcery never paid attention to the children of most pureblood families – at least those who could pay the Ministry to ignore those Monitors. It was proper for pureblood children to practice and use magic outside Hogwarts – it was only natural after all.
Lucius knew his migraine probably meant one thing. Something unfavorable to him was going to happen today.
"Master Malfoy?" a squeaky voice said somewhere behind him.
"What is it, elf?" he asked his servant – what was his name? Darcy? Donkey? Dobby! That was it.
"An owl arrived with an envelope," the elf said, "Dobby thinks it is important, Master Malfoy!"
"It usually is," Lucius muttered, then raised his voice. "Bring it here, elf!"
The elf walked over to him and handed him the envelope. Lucius grabbed it, then glared at the elf.
"Go fix breakfast for the family, elf," he ordered.
"Yes, Master Malfoy," the elf said, then snapped his fingers and vanished.
Lucius glanced at the envelope and raised an eyebrow. It was from Gringotts – looked official. He took a swig from the tumbler, sat it on the table next to his chair, then opened the envelope. It transformed into a letter, which he immediately read:
Lucius Malfoy
A random and legal search of your Family Vault has brought to surface the possibility of some illegal items being stored there. You have until nine-o-clock this evening (Monday) to remove everything from your Vault before the remaining valuables and gold are seized by Gringotts and your Vault is closed.
Additionally, you have been fined G100,000 for the illegal curses you placed as defenses in the Vault without Gringotts permission.
Be warned that if you attempt to retaliate in any way, your punishment will be dealt equal to the severity of your crime: the least punishment being banned from the bank, and the most being death.
Have a pleasant day,
Gringotts
Lucius snarled at the letter, crumpling the parchment in his fist, then flourishing his wand and burning the parchment. How dare those beasts search his vault without his permission?! This was an insult! He was the Head of a powerful pureblood family! Yes, it was true, he did have illegal artifacts and paraphernalia in the Vault. He had been intending to move it to a secret, hidden room in the Manor before the year was out, but he hadn't gotten around to it! What was he supposed to do with everything in the Vault, not to mention the mountains of coins! Where was it supposed to go?
"Dobby!" Lucius called out.
The elf appeared by his side. "Yes, Master Malfoy?"
"Forget cooking breakfast," Lucius said, "I want you to prepare the secret room underneath the main sitting room. Expand it to the maximum possible size. I want it done within the hour or you will punish yourself!"
"Y-yes, sir!" Dobby said,
"I will be going out shortly," Lucius said, "If everything goes correctly, that room will be filling up starting at eight-o-clock. It better be ready."
"It will be done, Master Malfoy!" Dobby said, before vanishing once again.
It better be, or you'll be buried underneath my mountains of gold, Lucius vowed.
He drank the rest of the Scotch from the tumbler, then stood and headed for his bedroom. Fifteen minutes later, he was dressed in one of his best dress robes, and heading out of the Manor. His wife found him, before he left.
"Where are you going this early?" she asked.
"Out," Lucius muttered; he didn't want to inform her about what was happening – she would only gripe and complain; he certainly had no time for that right now. "Dobby is busy doing a task for me. Do not distract him from his duties. One of the other elves can work on breakfast. If I am not back before Draco is to begin his studies, make sure he begins."
"Very well," Narcissa said.
Lucius harrumphed and walked out of the Manor. He would first go to Gringotts and remove what he could from the Vault. Then he would go to the Ministry and talk to Dirk Cresswell. He was sure the man could convince the Goblins to give him back his Vault. If Cresswell couldn't do it, Lucius would talk to Fudge and insist that Cresswell be replaced with someone who could get the job done.
While most of the illegal paraphernalia could be hidden in his Manor, his money belonged in the bank. The Goblins' invention of the Debit Card made it much easier for him to purchase things. If his gold wasn't in the bank, he'd have to resort to carrying it around in bags. That got annoying quick, especially with how much he carried sometimes when he had to make big purchases.
He walked past the large fountain and decorative hedges and made his way toward the outer edge of the wards. When he made his way past the wards, he Apparated. Many who wanted to go to Diagon Alley usually Apparated or traveled by Floo into the Leaky Cauldron. However for those like Lucius who didn't wish to be bothered by the common plebs who ventured into the pub for a drink, they arrived from other locations.
Lucius' choice point of arrival was a brothel he partially owned in Knockturn Alley. He was no stranger to the brothel. Sometimes when he felt peckish, he would pay a Knockturn Alley streetwalker – the less disgusting and disease-ridden the better – for a couple hours of passion. These whores ranged in age from just out of Hogwarts to older than him! If you were lucky, you might be even able to find a sixth or seventh year Hogwarts student street-walking as a summer gig, though most of the time they were requested to 'teach' the young sons of purebloods the passions of life. A few times in the past decade or so, Lucius had even found a streetwalker so desirable he had taken them home for his personal use.
Lucius wondered to himself, as he left the brothel, if he would need some passion to clear his migraine by the time he finished his business. As he strode through Knockturn Alley, he heard a familiar voice call out his name. He fingered his cane where his wand was hidden, as he glanced over his shoulder. Patrick Parkinson, an old family friend and ally, was approaching him.
"Good morning, Patrick," Lucius said, more kindly than he felt.
"What brings you around the Alley?" Patrick asked, "Don't tell me you got a summons from Gringotts as well?"
Lucius raised an eyebrow. "Indeed."
"A random search of our Vaults?" Patrick asked, "Can you believe that? Did they ask you to clean out your vault by tonight too?"
"Yes," Lucius snarled; he started walking through Knockturn Alley, while Patrick walked by his side.
"Do you reckon they are trying to stop all business with us?" Patrick asked, "I mean – we have some important contracts they govern over."
Lucius narrowed his eyebrows. There was only one contract between the two of them that Patrick would consider important. Years ago, shortly before Draco's second birthday, Patrick Parkinson had contacted him and asked him if he'd like to set up a Betrothal Contract between Draco and his daughter, Pansy. Lucius agreed, deciding that if Pansy turned out to resemble a hag later on then he could always cancel the contract. However, it seemed Pansy had inherited the good genes of her mother. She looked as if she would turn out to be a good-looking girl. At least any children she and Draco had would have good pureblood genes.
"It doesn't matter either way," Lucius said. "After I finish here, I am going to talk to someone at the Ministry and request they take care of this. The Goblins care about profit and fortune. I pay them good gold every year to hold my valuables and money. They'll listen to reason."
"They also care about honor," Patrick scoffed.
"So we promise to remove our illegal paraphernalia," Lucius said, "And they hold our money. Fair deal, I think."
Patrick looked impressed. "I'm sure it will work out for the better."
Lucius nodded in agreement. He and Patrick left Knockturn Alley and made their way into Diagon Alley, then headed for Gringotts. When they arrived near the large doors of the majestic white building, Lucius saw another recognizable figure.
"Patroclus Nott!" Patrick called out, "Good to see you this morning!"
Patroclus turned around and his eyebrows raised as he saw Lucius and Patrick. Lucius narrowed his eyes.
"Let me guess," Lucius sneered, "You got a summons for a random search as well."
"I'm starting to think it wasn't random," Patroclus said.
Suddenly the bank doors opened, and two large goblins marched out, frog-marching a large man in between the pair of them. The man screamed out as the goblins threw him bodily out of the bank and he tumbled down the stairs, landing in front of Lucius, Patrick and Patroclus. Lucius raised an eyebrow as he stared at the man.
He soon identified him as another familiar figure – Valiance Crabbe, a long time associate of his
Valiance growled and stood up. "You thieving, filthy bastards! You let me into my Vault, you hear me?!"
"We warned you in your letter, human!" the goblin said, "If you choose to retaliate or make any action that is not honorable or respectful toward our Nation, you will be punished. You chose poorly. You are hereby barred from Gringotts and your valuables and money are seized!"
"Aargh!" Valiance growled.
He looked ready to charge toward the goblin when Patrick reached an arm out and grabbed his shoulder.
"Calm down, Crabbe!" Patrick said, "Go get a drink and we'll take care of this later. You don't want to be killed today, mate!"
Crabbe harrumphed, glared at the Goblins, then turned and walked away. Lucius stared at Valiance, then turned and looked at Patrick then Patroclus. He soon made the connection. All four of them were "apologetic and reformed" Death Eaters.
"This is definitely not random," Lucius muttered, as he followed Parkinson and Nott into the bank.
He had a very bad feeling about this.
(An hour later)
Harry tied his trainers, as he finished getting dressed for the day, then stood and stretched his aching muscles. He had just finished his daily exercises. The nutrient potions were doing their job, but gaining muscles and inches at a quicker pace than normal, combined with his exercises, was rather painful sometimes. Cramps in his muscles and joints were not uncommon. Thankfully, the lathers that Melina had helped apply to Harry's back every other night for his scars also helped relax his muscles.
He walked over to the body-length mirror and studied his growing body. Between the weekly nutrient potions, three square meals a day with random snacks, and daily exercise, he could see the differences already in his body. At the moment, he about as tall as Holly, but he knew he would be taller than her by the time the first of September came. No longer would he be that scrawny push-over he was in primary school. He would not be bait for bullies anymore. Especially since Holly promised to start teaching him a few offensive spells in addition to the practical spells he was already learning.
Out of the corner of his eye in his reflection, he saw the trunk he had taken from his vault. It had been in his possession for nearly a week now, and he had yet to open it. The trunk once belonged to his parents, and Ragnok had pointed him to it, which meant it had been placed in the Vault for him. There were things from his parents in the trunk; things they had personally given to him. Truthfully, he was nervous to open it; maybe even afraid.
However, if he was going to use this trunk for his school things, he needed to open it before too long so he could empty it and put everything designated for Hogwarts inside. At the moment, all of his school things were sitting around in his room. He turned around and looked at the trunk with his own two eyes, then clenched his fists together. After a moment, he decided he would open it right then and there.
He inhaled and exhaled, then walked over to the trunk. He found that the trunk was currently locked by a standard-issue padlock. Indented into the padlock was the Potter house crest. Above the lock, metal buttons indented into the trunk, labeled from 1 to 5. As he held the padlock in his right hand, his thumb brushed over the crest. He winced when he felt a pinprick on his thumb, and the lock opened immediately. He realized the lock had taken his blood.
"Good security," he said, observing his thumb as the cut healed.
As soon as he removed the lock, the numbers lit up in a gold color. Taking a wild guess, he pushed button number 1, and the trunk lid opened, revealing a small compartment. Inside the compartment were two books, and two scrolls of parchment.
The first book he picked up seemed to be an instruction manual for the trunk. He opened it, browsed the table of contents, then found an interesting page. As he read through the instructions, he found that each compartment were larger than the first – the last actually made the trunk grow taller in size and turn into a small closet-like compartment for dress robes and other clothing.
He set the manual aside, then picked up the second book. His eyes widened when he discovered it was the book Xenophilius Lovegood had suggested to him – The Tales of Beedle The Bard. He then glanced at the two scrolls of parchment and realized they were probably letters from his parents. He picked up the book and two scrolls, deciding he would read these soon enough, and open the rest of his trunk later. After all, the letters might describe what else he could find in the trunk. He closed the trunk then headed out of his bedroom and headed downstairs.
When he arrived in the dining room, he found Holly at the table, eating breakfast.
"Good morning, Harry," she said, with a smile, "What do you have there?"
"I finally got around to opening the trunk my parents left for me," Harry said, as he sat down at the table, "At least the first compartment. I found this book and these scrolls, which I assume are letters. Do you have any memories of the trunk – you know, from my mother?"
Holly frowned. "I remember... portions. I can tell you those two letters are from her and your father. I remember the trunk being in your nursery in Godric's Hollow the day she died. So I assume it, like everything else in the house, went to the Vault. I remember there being a simple letter pinned to the top labeled to "Whoever it may concern". I assume it was meant for Sirius, since they thought he would be your guardian. I guess that letter is how Ragnok knew to place it close to the front of the Vault and point you to it."
"I wonder if Dad knew about our heritage," Harry said, "You know... my relations to Peverell and the Founders."
"Only Gryffindor's line," Holly reminded him, "Ravenclaw is the Evans line, and Slytherin was given to you through right-by-conquest. I don't think he knew about Ravenclaw – well – because I'm not exactly sure if your mother knew. She was a proud Muggleborn, but if she knew her lineage, than she would have known she wasn't completely a Muggleborn, and probably wouldn't parade it around as such. A first-generation witch, she called herself – when, technically, her lineage would go back more generations than many families of today."
"Does that mean I'm not – you know – half-and-half?" Harry asked.
"Her grandparents on both sides of the family were labeled as Muggles even if there was a Squib somewhere in the line," Holly said, "The Ministry would refer to your mother as Muggleborn, because of that. Technically you are a half-blood."
"So," Harry said, looking at the scrolls, "You don't know what is in her letter?"
Holly shrugged and shook her head. "No. I wish I knew why her memories are leaving me. Death gave me them for a reason."
Before Harry could reply, Melina popped in and set a plate of breakfast in front of Harry, and topped off the pitcher of orange juice. As soon as Harry thanked her and she popped away, Hedwig, Gianna and another owl flew into the room. Hedwig dropped an official-looking envelope in front of Harry, while Gianna carefully set a large parcel – which Harry thought would be too big for her to carry – in front of Holly. They proceeded to perch themselves on chairs near their respective owners, while the other owl perched itself on the pitcher of juice, careful not to dump it over. Holly took five Knuts from her purse – which she had bought on Saturday – and inserted the coins inside the tiny coin-purse the owl held. The owl dropped the edition of the Daily Prophet, then flew out of the room.
Harry thanked Hedwig, gave her a piece of bacon, which she took in her beak, hooted around it, then flew away. Holly did the same with Gianna before her owl followed after Hedwig.
"It would appear this parcel is from Ragnok," Holly said. "Yep, here's a letter from him. Want me to do the honor or do you?"
Harry glanced at his own envelope. "This is a Ministry envelope. I'll read this one and you can have that one. Hedwig really is a smart owl – she flew out early this morning to personally retrieve this letter."
Holly giggled. "Gianna did the same thing with Gringotts. A pair of smart owls, we have."
"We're pretty lucky," Harry agreed.
Holly nodded and began to open her envelope. Harry broke the Ministry seal on his own envelope, which proceeded to open into a letter on its own. He then began to read:
Lord Harry Potter,
I promised I would write immediately if something came up with the investigation into your Godfather, Sirius Black. I am happy to say that luck is on our side. Yesterday morning, I met with Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge and presented him with the evidence, from your father's Will, which stated Sirius had performed the Godfather Ritual. Fudge immediately took action.
As of yesterday afternoon, Sirius is no longer a resident of the wizard prison, Azkaban, Currently, he is being held in a high-security Ministry cell. He is getting treatment from Ministry Healers, so that he can be healthy for his trial.
The trial in question will take place this Saturday (11 August) at 10:00. Ted Tonks will stand as Sirius' defense. You and Holly Evans are both invited to sit and watch the proceedings. Reply by owl how you expect to arrive at the Ministry, and when, and I will personally escort you to the Courtroom. You should be aware that Albus Dumbledore, as Chief Warlock, will be in attendance. Therefore, if you wish to change your appearance so you are unrecognizable, please add this request in your letter. If Sirius ends up innocent of all charges, you will be able to meet him after the trial.
I have two other requests for you that, if you accept, can take place after the trial.
The first has to do with my investigation against your relatives, the Dursleys. I ask you to meet with me personally. I can't speak of what will happen during the meeting in a letter, but I assure you it will be a safe process.
Also, Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge has personally requested that you meet with him. He was quite impressed – as was I – with your letter in the Daily Prophet, and he wants to speak with you about it and other things.
I will see you on Saturday. I look forward to your letter.
Madam Amelia Bones,
Department of Magical Law Enforcement
Harry had mixed emotions from the letter: mainly happiness, nervousness and confusion.
He was happy that Sirius was getting a trial on Saturday, but also quite nervous as well. What if something went wrong? Ted Tonks seemed like an excellent solicitor, but how would he do with the trial? Also he wondered about meeting with Sirius. Would he like his Godfather? Would Sirius like him? How had nigh-on ten years as a prison affected him?
He was also nervous, and slightly confused, about the apparent meeting Amelia wanted with him about the Dursleys. What was on her mind that couldn't be said in a letter? If it would bring justice to the Dursleys for their treatment toward him then he would help however he could.
He was just plain confused about the Minister of Magic. Why was the most powerful man in wizarding Britain wanting to meet with him. Was it his unwanted fame as the Boy-Who-Lived or something more?
"Well, good news from Ragnok," Holly said, "Inside this parcel is apparently another object cleansed of the Dark Magic similar to that which was in your scar. And apparently the object rightfully belongs to you. What about your letter?"
"Sirius Black is getting a trial this Saturday at 10:00," Harry said.
"Excellent!" Holly replied, with a grin.
"The two of us are invited to watch the proceedings," Harry said. "I'm supposed to reply to this letter with our means of travel to the Ministry. Amelia wishes to escort us herself to the Courtroom."
"Melina could probably take us to the Apparation-Safe point in the Ministry's Atrium," Holly said. "We really need to speak to someone about the Floo here. We can do that on Saturday."
Harry nodded in agreement. "Apparently Albus Dumbledore will be there as Chief Warlock. Amelia suggests I disguise myself so as to avoid him. Amelia might volunteer to do it herself. She also requests I meet with her after the trial to discuss her investigation toward my relatives. And... she says the Minister of Magic wants to meet me!"
Holly blinked. "That is... rather odd."
"Do you think it has to do with my fame?" Harry asked, "Hmm... Amelia did say he was rather impressed with my letter in the newspaper."
"Cornelius Fudge is a politician, Harry," Holly said, "He could want to use your fame for his own means. Seeing you with him may give him some big publicity as the Minister."
Harry sighed. "I hope you're wrong, but we'll see. Anyway, she wants me to reply in a letter. Hey, we've already invited the Tonks to dinner if Sirius wins in his trial. Maybe we should invite Amelia and Susan."
"Augusta Longbottom was interested in having dinner with us sometime," Holly said, "We could invite her and Neville as well. Maybe the Lovegoods? Make it a dinner party."
Harry gulped, suddenly becoming nervous. Hosting a dinner party at the age of eleven was a big thing! However, he knew three out of the four families he was inviting were part of the Great Alliance. His grandfather's portrait would probably support a dinner party like this. He pondered this quickly.
"I think Sirius has a very good chance of winning his trial," Harry said. "Let's contact our possible guests and invite them to dinner next Sunday. After all, we don't know how long we'll be at the Ministry on Saturday, and this gives us enough time on Sunday to prepare everything. We're inviting three families in the Great Alliance. We can get their opinion on the others in the Alliance."
"Excellent idea, Harry," Holly said, with a smile, "I'll work on the letters this afternoon, and you can copy them in your own writing like last time. I tell you what. We'll send Amelia her letter today, and ask her about Portkeys. Amelia can make legal ones, so we can ask her by letter to make some for our guests, with the destination here. If she accepts, we'll send the other letters with information that we'll send them the Portkeys Sunday morning. On Sunday morning, if everything goes well, you can ask the Wardstone to give them all temporary access."
Harry agreed. He set aside the letter and decided to wait to read his parents' letters, as well as open the parcel, and read the story Xenophilius had suggested, until after breakfast. So he and Holly ate their breakfast and talked about random things they wanted to do over the next few days. Holly explained that she wanted to work more on the Occlumency talismans this week, and, if successful, then perhaps even give them to their friends as gifts. They also talked about the spell-training they would be doing soon.
After breakfast, Harry opened the parcel, and found that it was a small box. On the lid of the box was the Potter Family crest. He realized immediately what it was, and pressed his thumb in the center of the crest. After a brief pinprick, the box's lid opened up. Inside was another box, this time used to hold rings. He picked up the small box and opened it up. Inside was a gold ring, and instead of a jewel, it was topped with an odd, black stone. His eyes widened as he looked at the design etched into the stone. It was exactly like shape on his Peverell Crest.
"Well, it seems it really does belong to me," Harry said, "I believe it has something to do with the tale Mr. Lovegood talked about. But that is a story - how could it explain what this stone is?"
Holly shrugged. "Is your Peverell ring telling you anything?"
"Nothing," Harry said, glancing down at his ring.
He sighed and closed the box, deciding to come back to it, in case the book really did give some answers. He then glanced at the scrolls that were probably his parents' letters. He opened the first, and found that it was from his mother.
"I'll just take these dishes in to the kitchen for Melina," Holly said, as she stood, "And give you some privacy to read the letters."
Harry nodded, barely hearing her. He inhaled and exhaled, then begin to read the letter.
20 October 1981
Dearest Harry,
It is strange to write this letter to you when, at this moment, you are feet away from me sleeping in your bouncy-chair after a meal. I hope I am writing this letter for no reason at all. I hope that, eventually, I can just tear this letter up which would mean my dreams of being here to watch you grow up to the wonderful young man I know you will surely be, would come true. As the son of myself and your father, how could you not?
At the moment, your father is somewhere in the house writing his own letter to you. We agreed tonight to write these letters to you just in case we can't be there for you the day you turn eleven. Hopefully that is when you will receive your inheritance trunk. If we're still around, then this letter won't exist. So I will continue this letter as if your father and I are no longer around.
Your father and I decided to split up our topics in our letters so you don't end up reading the same thing. My job is to tell you why your father and I may not get to see you grow up.
Here goes... the wizarding world is currently going through some terrible Troubles and has been for a few years now. A monstrous wizard called Voldemort has been wreaking havoc on both the wizarding world and Muggle world. We've recently learned that your father and I – and unfortunately, you – have been personally targeted by this monster. Albus Dumbledore is supposed to inform us of exactly why a couple days from now. I fear we will be leaving Potter Manor and heading to another Potter property that is not very well-known. If it is for our safety, then I suppose it must be. But I am just not sure. This house is very well guarded. But Albus seems sure.
If we are no longer here for you, then my fears have come true, and we were killed before the Troubles are finished. But if you are reading this, then my biggest dream has come true and you are safe. Hopefully when you are reading this, you will be under the loving guardianship of Sirius Black, and have grown up knowing the children of a few friends of mine and your father. If so, then I'm sure you've grown up hearing all about your parents from our friends. Trust our friends, sweetheart. They are some of the best we know, and I hope their children have the same great friendship as us ol' timers do.
Your baby self is getting fussy and wanting his dinner, so I must end the letter here. I don't know what I will leave for you in the Inheritance trunk, but I'm sure whatever it is was precious to me and to you.
I love you sweetheart and I always will. If I am no longer with you, know that I am still watching you always.
Your Mum,
Lily
Harry wiped the tears from his face as he finished the letter. Something in his mother's letter struck a chord the wrong way. He would have to discuss it with Holly. The letter was a precious treasure to him. Holly may have some of his mother's memories, but this letter was in Lily Evans Potter's own writing. Proof that she really existed and loved him. All these years in the cupboard under the stairs, he wondered if his parents did really love him. Now he knew.
He set the letter down, then picked up the other scroll. He found, as he opened it, that it was indeed from his father. He began to read it:
20 October 1981
Dear Harry,
If you're reading this, then your mother and I are no longer with you – at least physically; know that we will always be watching you wherever we may be. It is strange that I have to give you these words when, to me and your mother, you are only nearing fifteen-months old. However, if everything goes well, you will be reading this when you are eleven years old.
If I am no longer a part of this world, then you are now the Head of the Potter Family. At the moment, your mother and I are working on wizarding paintings, so at least after we are gone, you can talk to us in a way. But you may already know this! Perhaps you have been talking to our portraits for years now? Our portraits, and the portraits of my parents, your grandparents, will help you with your duties as Head of House. Also the Head ring you will receive will be able to help you.
Another ring you will receive is the Peverell Crest ring. You may have read the Tales of Beedle The Bard already, maybe Sirius has read them to you as bedtime stories. However in your Inheritance Trunk, I am leaving you a First Edition of the book that was given to my grandfather by Beedle himself. It seems Beedle had done his research and discovered we are descended from the Three Brothers. Albus Dumbledore has asked to borrow my Invisibility Cloak for some reason, but I hope to have it back soon to place it in your chest. Yes, Harry, it is the same Cloak from the story. It is real. If the Cloak is not in your trunk, then I suspect Albus may still have it. Perhaps he is holding it for you if I am no longer of this Earth.
As Head of House, it is your duty to continue the Great Alliance. I know, son, you probably believe you are too young to go into politics, but it is the duty of your position. You are too young at the moment to take your seat in the Wizengamot. But when the next Solstice comes, you can present your rings – both Potter and Peverell - to the Wizengamot and gain the ancient seats. Sirius Black would be an excellent Proxy for your titles. The Black family refused to take part in the Alliance, but Sirius may reverse that decision one day. Political power is an excellent thing to have in the Wizengamot. Your opposition will be from some deplorable Dark families, I expect. Gain enough allies and your opposition will be a moot point.
Son, you are a Potter. Your position as Head of family is only one thing I ask you to carry on as my son. I also ask you to carry on my title as Marauder. Your mother would probably complain if she knew I encouraged this. But I am sure your Uncles Sirius, Remus and Peter have taught you all about our adventures as Marauders. Continue the legacy, son. Don't be afraid to get into some trouble at Hogwarts! It is expected of you!
In the Inheritance chest, I am going to leave you a jewelry box passed down from my father. However, the box will not open for you immediately. I cannot tell you at the moment why that is. It is a Potter heirloom but also a tradition that you learn the mysteries of the jewelry box yourself. You will know when it has to open.
Son, I may not be there for you physically, but I will always be watching you as a proud father should do. I love you, my son. Having your mother and you in my life has been the best thing ever to happen in my life. I will always be proud of you, my son.
Your father,
James
Harry set the letter down and wiped more tears from his eyes.
"I love you too, Mum, Dad," he said, as he looked up at the ceiling.
He heard movement nearby, and turned and saw Holly standing in the archway between the kitchen and dining room. She smiled softly as she looked at him.
"You alright?" she asked.
"I will be," Harry said, "Come, sit down."
Holly nodded and walked back over to the table and sat back down.
"Mum mentioned she was rather wary of leaving this place to head to Godric's Hollow," Harry said, deciding to start with this topic first. "I have to agree with her. Why did we leave here? The wards are powerful. If Voldemort attacked here, it would have given them time to escape with me. At Godric's Hollow..." He shrugged, leaving that thought open-ended.
"You're right, Harry," Holly said, "They should have stayed here. But I guess Dumbledore wanted them to leave to another location. Just one more question for him when we finally confront him."
Harry nodded. "According to Dad, his and Mum's portraits do exist. But they are not here, and they are not in the Vault – I've looked through the items in the Vault register. The portraits aren't there. So where are they?"
"I don't know, Harry," Holly said.
Harry sighed and looked back at the letter. "Dad wrote his letter in the belief that I would grow up with Sirius."
"Of course he did," Holly said, "Sirius was the first name on the list of guardians in the Will."
"They assumed I would grow up knowing the Bones, Longbottoms, Lovegoods," Harry said, as tears stung his eyes, "Dad thought I would already have talked to his and Mum's portraits for a while now. That Sirius would read this book –" he indicated the Beedle book "- as a bed time story when I was younger!"
He couldn't help but express the sadness and anger in his voice. Holly remained silent during his rant, and he was glad for that. He inhaled and exhaled, trying to calm himself down. He then picked up the Beedle book, and for the first time realized that it looked very old. It was indeed a First edition. Beedle had given this book to his ancestors as a gift? He opened the book, then gently turned the pages until he found The Tale of the Three Brothers. Then he began to read out loud.
A few minutes later, when he finished, he sat the book down, and he and Holly stared at each other for a moment.
"Is... my father trying to tell me those three objects really exist?" Harry asked; he looked down at the ring box – "That the Resurrection Stone is on this ring? He said he owned an Invisibility Cloak. The cloak? He said it is either in my trunk, or that Dumbledore has it. And the most powerful wand in the world?"
"Mr. Lovegood called you descendant, Harry," Holly said, "He referred to himself as a Quester, Luna called it an obsession. It would seem the Peverells are the Three Brothers."
Harry stood up, told Holly he'd be right back, then raced up to his room. When he arrived, he walked over to his trunk, and pushed the second button. Another compartment formed, this one bigger than the first. There were more things in this compartment, but at the moment he didn't care. He couldn't find anything that looked like a cloak, so he continued pushing buttons as more compartments formed. No cloak, only more things he'd look through later. Finally, he pushed the fifth button and the trunk grew as big as a wardrobe. There were formal-looking robes there, but nothing that resembled an Invisibility Cloak.
He heard footsteps behind him and turned. Holly stood there.
"It isn't here," Harry said.
Holly said nothing. She only walked over to him and handed him a piece of parchment.
"Death gave me a letter, Harry," she said. "In the letter were several clues for this upcoming year. I copied them down here. Look at the first."
Harry did. Written in Holly's writing were the words: Old Bastard – Peverell Thief.
"Old Bastard?" Harry asked, then choked laughter, "Dumbledore?"
Holly nodded. Harry stared, as if looking into space. Of course. Dumbledore hadn't returned the cloak to James Potter. For nearly ten years, he has been holding onto it, when he could have given it to Gringotts to place in the Potter Family Vault. So, in essence, he had stolen the Cloak from its rightful owners.
Harry snorted. Old Bastard... Peverell Thief indeed.
Decided to end it there! I was going to have much more in this chapter, but the second half of the chapter ran away with itself. So, what was supposed to be in the second half of this chapter will be in the next chapter.
I hope you liked the letters from James and Lily. In essence, they were written a couple days before they went to Godric's Hollow. So that was why there was nothing about the Secret Keeper in their letters. Don't fret, readers, we'll get into more of the Inheritance Trunk later. Also that jewelry box that James mentioned in his letter... I have no idea when it will be opened. Let's just say... Harry is nowhere near ready for what it holds. Perhaps my readers already know what is inside?
Lucius Malfoy and his band of merry villains was fun to write. That was entertaining, I hope it was for you as well!
Next chapter: More Lucius Malfoy, more letters – this time to other characters, and Sirius and Amelia! Sirius' trial is in TWO chapters!
A lot is going to happen over the next few chapters, all of which is important to this story! This chapter only teased it all!
Hope you liked this chapter!
Chapter 17
No Title
Author's Note: Sorry for delay! Real life got in the way. Hopefully I can get back into a good pattern of chapters going out every few days. Sorry this chapter has no title. So many things happen that I can't pinpoint one single thing for a title.
(Monday, August, 6th, 1991 – early afternoon)
Lucius Malfoy was currently laying half-naked in a bed in his choice room – in other words, the best room available – in the Knockturn Alley brothel. A bottle of Ogden's Old Firewhiskey sat on the bedside table, and he had a glass of the orange-gold liquid in his hand. His latest conquest, a Knockturn Alley streetwalker at least ten to fifteen years his junior, had just left the room. He hadn't asked her about her age. He rarely ever talked to his conquests; he considered them much lower than him and hardly cared about them outside the fact they could bring him pleasure.
He still had a migraine, but the alcohol and the sort-of passionate romp had cured it slightly. He blamed his migraine on the goings-on of the day. He had spent close to three hours in his Vault removing the illegal artifacts and paraphernalia, and magically transferring them all to his secret room at Malfoy Manor. Then he transferred the gold. Nothing was left in the Vault after he was finished.
Then he had gone to the Ministry of Magic. His meeting with Dirk Cresswell could have gone better. By the end of the meeting, which took over half-an-hour, Cresswell had promised he would do his best to get the Malfoy Family Vault back under Lucius' possession. According to Cresswell, it would take a few days, and a load of galleons – both given to Cresswell and Gringotts – and Cresswell had given him a seventy-five percent guarantee that the Vault would be his again. Cresswell had stated that what the Goblins wanted most of all was gold. They were greedy: give them enough, and they'll make a deal with you. Lucius hoped Cresswell was right, or he vowed that the Head of the Goblin Liaison Department would no longer have his position.
Lucius had tried to get a meeting with Cornelius Fudge, but apparently the Minister was busy. This was another reason for Lucius' migraine. Fudge was never too busy for a meeting with him! He knew something big was happening, but none of his sources could tell him anything, other than the fact that there would be a Wizengamot meeting early Saturday. No one knew why, just that it was important. Whatever it was, Fudge was keeping it under wraps. Lucius, as a member of the Wizengamot, didn't like this at all. He always went into Wizengamot meetings knowing what was happening; most of the time this was so he could discuss things with his allies in order to get things at the meetings to go his way. He didn't like to go unprepared, and that was exactly what was happening now.
Lucius drank from the glass, emptying it, then got out of the bed and dressed. He then grabbed the bottle of firewhiskey, drank another large gulp, then threw the bottle in the waste basket and left the room. He made his way to the front desk and paid a few galleons to the receptionist. He was about to go to the Apparation point when he saw someone familiar sitting on the steps of the brothel. He sighed, walked toward the exit, and found Valiance Crabbe sitting there, holding his wand in one hand, and a nigh-empty bottle of Firewhiskey in the other. Lucius muttered a swear under his breath, then walked around to Crabbe's front and faced him.
"Up!" he ordered Crabbe, "Get up, you useless lump!"
"Useless!" Crabbe grunted, "Yeah, that is what I am. Now that those blasted Goblins took my Vault, I am just useless."
"Surely you didn't keep all your gold and valuables in your Vault?" Lucius asked.
"I got some at home," Crabbe muttered, "But those foul, filthy beasts took most of it! I still have to buy Vince's school things. I will be down to Sickles and Knuts after that! Say..." Crabbe looked up at Lucius with droopy, bloodshot eyes. "Your son don't need a bodyguard at Hogwarts, do he? It would be good training for Vincent for later in life. I already know he is going to be a big lad; not too big in the brains department though."
Lucius stared at Crabbe, pondering the man's words. Valiance Crabbe was a big brute, more brawn than brains. It was unlikely he would bounce back after losing most of his gold to Gringotts. Draco did need protection at school. The boy was hot-headed, and Lucius could already tell his son would be a pompous little arse who thinks he will run the school – or at least be the alpha of his year-group. Lucius knew that kind of attitude would only get Draco in trouble. Severus Snape – Lucius' long-time friend, and Draco's godfather – would be there to watch Draco's back, that was sure, but soon enough everyone would know it. Lucius sighed, deciding a bodyguard was needed.
"You have a deal, Valiance," he said, "Watch for my owl. I'll decide how much you'll be paid for your son's work later."
"Thank you, Lucius," Valiance said. "That makes me feel loads better. I can go home now with my head held high."
He pocketed his wand, stood up and offered a hand to Lucius. Lucius glanced at it, then gingerly shook it.
"I met with Cresswell earlier today," Lucius said, "He said there is a good chance we'll get our Vaults back."
"We better," Crabbe grunted, "Never have I been so humiliated – and by such filthy creatures!"
"Those filthy creatures could kill you before you got off a spell," Lucius said, "Do not step foot near the bank if you value your life."
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Crabbe said, "No reason to go there anyway, until I get my vault back. So long, Lucius. I'm going home."
Crabbe grunted, drank the rest of his firewhiskey in one gulp, then stood. He started walking away, a little shaky in his step. Lucius hoped the man didn't try to Apparate at the moment, else he might not get home in one piece.
Lucius grimaced and walked back into the brothel, and toward the Apparation point. He needed to go home, check on his valuables and gold, then find his son. Given his previous thoughts about Draco's probable attitude at Hogwarts, it seemed a bit of dueling practice was in order.
(Tuesday, August, 7th, 1991 – late afternoon)
In the city of Swansea, in the land of Wales, a man in his early thirties was shelving books and taking inventory in the Quadrant Bookshop. However, those who saw him in the bookshop or walking the streets of Swansea probably thought him in his late forties or early fifties due to the fact that his brown hair was graying. He also had scratch-like scars on his face, as well as other parts of his body, though most weren't visible to the public. Most of the clothes he owned were old and worn; but the clothes he wore now were some of his best. He always wore his best clothes to work – if only in hopes that it would help him keep his current job.
The man's name was Remus Lupin. He was a wizard, though he had mostly lived in the Muggle world for the past decade. He had very few friends in the wizarding world – most of whom he had not heard from nor contacted in a long time. Those friends he had in the Muggle world were few, and most he only saw on rare occasion.
Remus Lupin had a dark secret: he was a werewolf. Every month when the full moon rose in the sky, he transformed into a dangerous creature. On full moon nights, he would find a deep, rarely visited forest, transform and run around. He could rarely afford the Wolfsbane Potion, which would calm the wolf in his mind down and allow him to stay sane. Most of the time, when he transformed, he was the crazed, rabid, and dangerous animal; he would lose his mind to the wolf for hours at a time and when morning came, he would find himself laying naked in the middle of a forest.
For three days after the full moon, he would hide from society at his residence – which was usually temporary, such as an apartment or a room at an inn – and recuperate. However, most of the time this usually meant he couldn't show up for work during those days. He had lost numerous jobs because of this. The most recent full moon had been a week ago. He had missed two days of work recuperating from his transformation at the end of the previous week.
Remus grimaced as he saw a man walking toward him. This man was Basil, the manager of the book shop. Remus noticed the man had an envelope in his hand and a frown on his face. He knew what was coming; he thought after nothing had happened yesterday that he had been fine. But he was never that lucky.
"Good afternoon, Remus," Basil said.
"Good afternoon, sir," Remus said.
"Remus," Basil said, with a frown, "I am afraid I have to let you go. You missed an important two days last week. We had a big shipment of inventory come in, and needed everyone."
"I was ill," Remus said, "However, I make no excuse for my health. I know I should have been here."
"Perhaps you should see a doctor?" Basil suggested.
"What I have has no cure," Remus said, with a grimace.
"I see," Basil said, "However, this was the third month in a row you missed a few days. This isn't my choice, Remus. My superior doesn't like when our workers miss days, especially when we could find replacements easily."
"I understand," Remus said.
"Here is your pay for last week plus today and yesterday," Basil said, "Plus some severance pay. I am sure you can find a job elsewhere easily."
Remus only smiled grimly, as he took the envelope. He had lost count of how many jobs he had. This was just another on the list. He thanked the man, then walked back to the staff room, and took his belongings, then left the store.
An hour later, after a visit to the bank to cash the check, and a stop by the grocery store to grab things for an easy dinner, he arrived back at his apartment. On the door to his apartment, he found a piece of paper stuck there. It was a eviction notice – he had to move out by Saturday after next. He sighed, took the paper, unlocked the door, then walked into the apartment.
He made his way into the kitchen, set the sheet of paper on the table, then placed the groceries on the counter. As he was putting away the groceries, he heard a tapping sound. He turned and saw an owl sitting on the edge of the sole window in the kitchen. He walked over to the window and opened it. The owl flew into the room, perched itself on a chair and offered its leg. Remus untied the envelope and glanced at it. It was from the British Ministry of Magic – looked official.
"What does the Ministry want with me?" Remus asked; the owl hooted once and he glanced at it, "I expect they want a reply?"
The owl hooted again. Remus nodded and sat on the chair, then broke the seal on the back of the envelope. The envelope transformed into a letter, which Remus began to read.
Remus Lupin,
Recent investigation into Sirius Black has brought up questions about whether or not he is guilty for his crimes regarding the incidents in late October and early November of 1981. On Saturday, 11 August, at 10:00, Black will be on trial in Courtroom 10.
As a friend and personal acquaintance of Sirius Black, you are hereby invited to attend the trial. If you accept the invitation, please send a reply via owl as soon as possible.
Madam Amelia Bones
Department of Magical Law Enforcement
Ministry of Magic – British Branch
Remus' eyes widened in disbelief and shock as he finished the letter. He blinked rapidly and reread the letter in case he had either missed something or read it incorrectly. But what he read was the same.
For nigh-on ten years, he had been unsure of what had happened that fateful Halloween. Three of his best friends were dead, and another one was in Azkaban soon after, apparently guilty for having a hand in the deaths of his three other friends.
However, Remus also knew there was a chance Sirius Black had been wrongly imprisoned. The day Harry Potter was born, he had been there to greet the son of two of his best friends. He had also been there as witness during a specific ritual that was done between James and Lily Potter, their son Harry, and Sirius Black. It was known as the Godfather Ritual. This specific ritual prevented Sirius from ever being able to betray, harm or kill Harry or his parents. Sirius had always said he would die for his friends before he betrayed them, and for the Potters, this was meant literally. Sirius couldn't have betrayed the Potters and survived to tell the tale. Remus knew this.
Remus had wanted to tell the Ministry about the Ritual, but he knew that the Ministry would only look down upon him due to his illness. They would never believe him – they were too bigoted in their beliefs. He realized this was probably one reason Amelia Bones had only invited him for attendance, and not as a character witness in the trial. Amelia, a long-time friend of Remus', knew that he was a werewolf.
Remus thought back to Sirius' capture and imprisonment. He tried to remember if there had been a trial back then, but nothing had come to mind. He remembered the article in the Daily Prophet – the news of James and Lily's deaths, and Voldemort's fall. Sirius had been imprisoned for betraying the Potters, leading to their murders, and also killing Peter Pettigrew and twelve Muggles. There hadn't been word of a trial, only that Sirius was in Azkaban.
With his best friends either dead or as good as, Remus had fled after that fateful night. He had traveled all over Europe. He had escaped to the Muggle World, but in reality he was in hiding. Not from most wizards, but a specific group.
With the fall of Voldemort, most of the Death Eaters had either been imprisoned, fled or – for a fair lucky few – had actually gotten off due to blaming the Imperius Curse. However, there were other followers of Voldemort who had lost a lot when the Dark Lord fell. Those who wanted the power back.
Werewolves.
Specifically Fenrir Greyback's pack. Fenrir Greyback was the monster who was responsible for Remus' illness. When he was a young boy, Remus had been bitten by Greyback in retaliation for something his father had done to Greyback. Greyback, or his pack, had contacted Remus many times in hopes to bring him into their pack. The problem was, they didn't like it when he refused to join. So for the past nigh-on decade, he had been hiding from them. He had changed his identity a few times, only recently having identified himself as Remus Lupin to those who knew him.
Remus glanced at the letter and sighed. He made a decision right then and there. He stood, found a quill, ink and parchment that he had specifically for penning letters, and wrote a reply back to the Ministry accepting the invitation. He then tied the parchment to the owl's leg and watched as the owl flew out the window.
He then proceeded to make dinner. He may have no job now, and soon he would have no apartment to live in. But, with one letter that held a possible promise, he found he had a new purpose in life. It was time to return to the wizarding world. He would attend Sirius' trial. If Sirius was truly innocent, like Remus hoped he was, then he would have his friend back, and together they could help each other recuperate.
And perhaps he could work on finally saying 'no' to Fenrir Greyback for good.
(Wednesday, August 8th, 1991 – late afternoon)
Hermione Granger stared out the car window at the scenery passing by. She was returning home with her parents, Richard and Helen, having spent most of the day at their dental practice. Usually when her parents went to work, she would stay at home with her babysitter, Mr. Neiman. He was their neighbor, and had been a family friend since before Hermione had been born.
But two times a week during the summer, such as today, she joined her parents at their dental practice. Most of the time, she would spend the day watching and playing with the little kids who came in with their parents, either for their own appointments or because their parents couldn't leave them at home. Her parents liked to joke that it was her own "job" to babysit the kids. But she was happy to do it – sometimes she would even get paid – either by her own parents or in tips from the parents of the kids she watched!
Over the past year, since she found out she was a witch, she wondered if any of the patients – kids or their parents – were part of the wizarding world as well, or possibly the kids were Muggleborn like her, and just hadn't known it yet. It was probably likely that wizards and witches used magic to deal with their teeth, so it was doubtful they would ever visit a dental practice. Hermione looked at her reflection in the window. She frowned slightly as she looked at her buck teeth that hung just slightly lower in the center of her mouth than the others. She wondered if magic could fix them to look better. Then she wondered if her parents would even allow such things.
"Hermione?" her mother, Helen, said from the front passenger seat – her father was driving the car, "What do you think about going on holiday before you go off to Hogwarts?"
"That sounds brilliant," Hermione said, smiling as she turned to her mother.
"Your Dad and I were talking about going to France for a couple of weeks," Helen said, "We haven't been there in years."
"Maybe now you'll be old enough to appreciate the artwork," Richard said.
Hermione grinned, knowing her father was joking somewhat. She had been five when her parents took her to Paris. She remembered being rather cranky as her parents introduced her to the various art museums and such around Paris. She also had a clear memory of seeing a tour boat going down the river and wanting desperately to go on it. So that had been the reason for her crankiness; she had been quite fine when her parents had finally taken her on the boat. But now, at the tender age of eleven, she figured she would appreciate the artwork and other such things in Paris and the rest of France now.
"But you'll have to leave your magical books and things at home," Richard continued, "That old witch would probably scold all of us if someone caught you with a strange book that shouldn't exist."
Hermione did her best to roll her eyes. That "old witch" her father referred to was Professor Minerva McGonagall. The Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts had been responsible for introducing the wizarding world – and the fact that Hermione was a witch – to Hermione and her parents. Her father still hadn't gotten over seeing the woman turn herself into a black cat right in their living room!
He was also still rather wary of Hermione being a witch and going off to a strange castle for months. Hermione knew this – her mother, who supported her all the way, had told her that her father was still working on getting used to it, but it would take time. After all, it was her father, who had dreams of her going to Oxford University when she was old enough. He was rather off-put when McGonagall told them that there were no universities or colleges in the wizarding world – only apprenticeships after the formal education was finished. What her father didn't realize is that Hermione still thought the option to go to University after Hogwarts was probably still possible with a little magical tweaking. But that was years away! Hermione didn't know what she wanted for her life yet. She was only eleven!
"Alright," Hermione said, "But I need to send Archimedes out with some letters before we go. When are we going?"
"Saturday morning," Helen said.
"Alright," Hermione repeated.
However, she was frowning internally. Her plans to send Harry and Holly a letter on Saturday wouldn't go into fruition. She would have to send one earlier and hope that they would get it. She wasn't too trusting with owl post at the moment. She had sent a letter to Susan Bones, but Archimedes had returned empty-handed – or rather with empty talons. Either Susan's letter had gotten lost, or she hadn't replied. She hoped there was another third unknown reason in there. Susan had seemed like she could be a good friend. But... Hermione hadn't had much luck in the friend department yet, so putting too much hope in things like such was never a good thing.
Ten minutes later, the Grangers arrived at their two-storied modern English home. Richard and Helen Granger were successful dentists and had been in the business since before Hermione was born. While they weren't what most people would refer to as "rich", they were still moderately wealthy enough to live a fine life with a few enjoyments now and again. The house was in one of the nice neighborhoods of Crawley; while a good percentage of houses in several cities in England looked exactly like those that surrounded it, the Grangers' home looked nothing like those around it – each and every one was unique.
When Hermione arrived in her bedroom on the second floor, she found Archimedes asleep in his cage, but there was also another owl waiting outside the window above her bed. Smiling, Hermione walked over to the window, opened it, and the owl flew into the room.
"Hello there," she said, as she watched the owl perch itself on the back of the chair at her desk, "Have you been waiting long? Do you have something for me?"
The owl hooted, and stuck out its leg. Hermione found a letter attached to it. She grinned hugely, walked over to the owl and took the letter from its leg. She opened the letter and found that it was from Susan!
Her grin returned as she looked back at the owl. "So you're Susan's owl? You're very handsome. Does Susan expect a reply?"
The owl hooted and nodded.
"I'll read Susan's letter and reply quickly," Hermione said, "I wouldn't want to keep you waiting!"
The owl hooted once again. Hermione smiled and sat down on the chair, and began to read the letter.
Hermione,
I expect your letter has been waiting for me since Sunday, so I must apologize for a late response. My Auntie Amelia has been quite busy at the Ministry over the past few days, so I decided to stay over at a friend Hannah's house in case Auntie had to spend the night at the Ministry. I went there Saturday night and just returned home today (Tuesday) and saw your letter.
You were right when you said that the Daily Prophet article regarding Harry Potter would be big news. That is an understatement, actually!
It has made a big impact since it was first seen. The Daily Prophet reprinted it twice since – yesterday and today. There was a small mention of it in the Daily Prophet, so you might have seen it, but several marketplaces were the sites of rioting due to the article. Auntie told me that there were several Aurors – wizarding policemen (I hope I have that term right) there to help calm down the people, but there was still some trouble. Several people tried to return the Harry Potter books and wanted refunds, but when the shopkeepers refused, a few people actually burned the books right outside the front of the shops!
I was afraid that perhaps the Ministry would blame Harry for causing this rioting due to his article, but Auntie says there has been none of that. She even hinted that Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge is trying to make sure Harry isn't blamed for any of it. That is big news! He is the most powerful man in the British wizarding world, though many would say Albus Dumbledore is more powerful than him. Having him support Harry is a very big thing, though the man could just be playing politics, making himself look good by supporting Harry. He is a fairly new Minister, so I am sure he'd do a lot to stay in office.
As for my opinion of the article. I wasn't completely surprised, since I actually met Harry and got to know him a little. Holly, who you met, told me about some of the things mentioned in the article beforehand, so I had expected it.
My friend Hannah, however, is very smug about the whole thing. Hannah's father and grandfather are a part of the Great Alliance – a big political alliance in the Wizengamot that was spearheaded by Harry's grandfather and had a lot of power in the late 60s and throughout the 70s and could make a return very soon. Mr. Abbot knew Harry's grandfather and father. All of the Great Alliance families were friends and grew up together in the hope they would continue the Alliance. The Bones are a big part of the Alliance as well, so I've known Hannah and a few other children of Alliance members for a few years now.
Anyway, Hannah's father has always wanted Hannah to marry one of the Alliance member's sons, so Harry was high on the list. But Hannah has always said the books were fictional stories, no matter how all the other girls she talked to it denied it and told her this was true stories of Harry Potter. Hannah always said that Harry hasn't been seen since that Halloween night, so how could anyone know what he has done. I was one of those girls who believed the stories to be true, however, so Hannah has been having a 'I told you so" attitude ever since the newspaper with the article came out. Kind of annoying actually. Also, she says marrying Harry isn't on her to-do list. She isn't the type to compete against others, she says that being his friend would satisfy her.
Hannah, however, is probably not 'in the norm' when it comes to the reaction to the article. Several children and teens who have grown up with the stories are probably shocked, or probably will be after they clear their heads from the fact that their idol wrote a letter in the newspaper and has shown his face again. I expect Harry is going to get a lot of fan-mail this week because of the letters. However, I know you want to write to him and Holly. Don't fret over Harry and Holly missing your letter. I am sure they have a sorting system of some kind and will see your letter immediately.
I hope this has given you a good idea of what is happening in the wizarding world in the aftermath of the article. I am happy to help with any questions you have! It is very common for Muggleborn to come into our world and be complete strangers to everything, and most of them are always targets to bigots. I am happy to help you adjust to everything and to prepare you for what is going to come. If you have any more questions I'd be happy to help. I got the impression when we met that you are a quick-study and love to read, so I don't think I need to ask if you are ready for Hogwarts yet! You'll probably be more prepared than most students who have been preparing for Hogwarts since birth!
It was nice to hear from you, and I will wait your reply.
Susan
Hermione's grin hadn't left her face by the time she finished the letter. It was the longest letter she had ever received from someone, including family! It was also quite informative and had given her answers she was hoping for! It seemed the wizarding children and teenagers, most of whom had idolized the so-called Boy Who Lived were getting a big shock thanks to Harry's article. She wondered if the aftermath would still be experienced when she boarded the Hogwarts Express. It would be interesting to get a first hand experience of the goings-on surrounding this event.
The rioting was also unsurprising. The fact that this event was leading to book burning – that was interesting! Book burning was old news in the Muggle world. Hermione loved books, so reading about the history of book burnings and the tragedy of it was quite interesting to her. Originally it had shocked and upset her – but now that she understood the meaning behind it, it was interesting, though it still angered the bookworm in her!
Susan's details about the Great Alliance was very interesting! Hermione knew this was something she was going to hear more about in the next few years now that the grandson of the creator of the Alliance was back in the wizarding world. She wondered if there was any information about it in a book. This was definitely something to read up on!
Hermione set the letter aside and placed parchment, a quill and a vat of ink on the desk. She was quite eager to write her letters now. It was nice to have friends to write letters to!
(Later that evening)
At Potter Manor, about an hour before dinner, Holly and Harry were in a room they had designated as an 'office'. Harry had given Melina permission to go to the Family Vault to transfer some furniture to the house, and she had found a couple of nice desks and some comfortable leather chairs. On each side of the room, a desk and chair were placed. Also there was a bookshelf with extra copies of reference books that had been in the Manor's library, as well as some decorative features, such as vases and paintings to give the room some spice.
It was in this office that Holly and Harry were at, sitting at the desks on separate sides of the room. Harry was reading through a stack of parchment – mail that had come to the Manor consisting of letters in response to Harry's letter in the Daily Prophet. Over the past couple of days, Melina had been busy sorting through the letters, making sure there weren't any which were threatening or dangerous. Harry had given her permission to read through all the letters and sort them into welcoming letters and unwelcoming. All threatening and dangerous letters would later be given to Amelia Bones for her to take care of in case of criminal activity.
Melina had reported, to a rather embarrassed Harry, that while the majority of the letters weren't threatening or dangerous, there were several letters consisting of betrothal offers from parents wanting Harry to marry their daughters. Harry had spent about three hours replying to those letters doing his best to figure out how to nicely and respectfully decline such offers.
The rest of the letters were simply fan letters in response to the article, and it was these letters he was reading and replying to now.
Meanwhile, Holly was working on what she hoped were the final touches of her Occlumency pendants and bracelets. On Saturday, during the shopping trip in the Muggle world, she had bought several pieces of inexpensive jewelry – necklaces and friendship bracelets, that were commonly seen on young children and teens. The jewelry would look normal to any eye, but would have enchantments to block minor Legilimency attacks.
"Holly?" Harry asked.
"One second, Harry," Holly said, "I am almost finished with the first pendant."
She waved her wand in a complicated manner, pointed it to a silver bracelet, and muttered under her breath. A moment later, the pendant glowed a bright gold. She smiled, picked up the bracelet and looked up at Harry. He was standing at her desk now, and had a piece of parchment in his hand.
"Do me a favor," she said, offering him the bracelet, "Whatever your about to tell me, don't do it just yet. Put this on one of your wrists. I will try to read your mind and see what you want to tell me. If this works, then I won't be able to read your mind if I do a silent attack."
Harry shrugged and nodded. He took the bracelet, then placed it on the wrist of his wand hand. Holly then pointed her wand at Harry and silently cast Legilimens on him. The only thing she saw when she reached Harry's mind was a thick black fog-like substance. Holly backed out of Harry's mind and grinned.
"It worked!" she said. "I couldn't see anything!"
"Brilliant!" Harry said.
"It won't work with verbal attacks, but those can be blocked by a good Shield spell," Holly said, "We'll practice actual Occlumency later for a more assured defense, but that will take time. This bracelet will do for now. Now that I know this worked, I can produce more for our friends. Now, what did you want to tell me."
"This letter here," Harry said, indicating the piece of parchment, "is from Ginny Weasley. Isn't that –?"
"Molly Weasley's daughter," Holly said, with a grimace, "The one from the betrothal contract. Yeah. Did Melina miss one of the bad letters?"
"No," Harry said, "Actually this is a nice letter. She says she loved my letter in the paper. She admits she grew up reading the Boy Who Lived books and was at the point where she believed them to be real. But she says that the books are now packed away, and she apologizes for thinking the stories wee factual and true about me. She says she wants to get to know the real me, but not – you know – in that flirty way I have seen in several other letters. It seems genuine. What do you think? Should I reply?"
Holly sat back in her chair and pondered this for a moment. She was of two minds. The letter could be a trick, actually written by Molly Weasley in the guise of her daughter's words. Or it could have actually been written by Ginny. Death said that Molly was raising Ginny to be 'the future Mrs. Potter". This would seem like something Molly would do. But... Harry did say the letter seemed genuine.
"She also said her birthday is on Saturday," Harry added.
"Send a reply," Holly said, "We'll be wary of any future letters in case this is another one of her mother's devious plans. Molly Weasley could be trying to butter you up, hoping any charges she'll get in the future would get dropped."
Harry nodded and was about to reply, when Melina popped into the room.
"Another letter arrived, sir and miss," she said, "But this is from someone you've immediately approved of, one Hermione Granger."
"I'll take it," Harry said, "Thank you Melina."
Melina handed the letter to Harry. "Miss Granger's owl is waiting downstairs, so a reply seems necessary. Dinner will be ready before the hour ends."
Harry and Holly thanked her again and Melina vanished from the room. Harry opened the letter and quickly read through it, with a smile.
"Hermione says she was going to send this letter on Saturday," he said, "However she says she is going on holiday for a couple of weeks with her parents to Paris on Saturday morning, so she wanted to give us this before then. She says she was quite happy to meet us, and thanks us again for helping her out. She says she read my article, and thought it was excellent. Though she also says she was shocked that a history book told falsehoods. She admits to reading the first Boy Who Lived book, but knew immediately it was fiction, so she wasn't surprised by that."
"She's a definite bookworm," Holly said, "I got that impression immediately. She is a lot like Lily. A Muggleborn eager to learn more about the wizarding world, but that could also get her into trouble, especially if she immediately trusts the wrong kind of people. Say she was the kind of person to respect authority greatly."
"Dumbledore would target her if she became my friend," Harry said, "He would try to get her to spy on me."
Holly nodded. "I don't know what she would do then. He is her headmaster, she would want to respect him. It would make her an easy target. Write her a reply, but don't tell her anything about Dumbledore yet. Ask her if she wants to sit with us on the train on September First. If we meet up, then we can talk to her about this kind of stuff. By then we might have several friends with us in one compartment – Susan and Neville perhaps. They can help us explain things to Hermione."
"Alright," Harry said, "I'll also send a letter to Ginny. I think I know what to say."
Holly nodded. Harry walked back over to his desk and resumed replying to letters. Holly smiled as she eyed the bracelet on his wrist. The Occlumency pendant had worked perfectly! Now she could produce them quickly for their future friends. She resumed working on the pendants, happy about this big achievement.
Decided to end if there! This ending might seem a little weird. Originally I was going to have one more scene, one with Sirius and Amelia, but I think that will begin the next chapter. It will be a good way to start it off.
Next chapter: Sirius' trial! Several new storylines begin to play out starting next chapter!