Chapter 7
Albus Dumbledore struggled desperately to control his temper, something he usually accomplished with very little effort, though these were exasperating circumstances. Harry Potter possessed the ability to light his fuse better than anyone since his brother Abe, Albus knew he couldn't go off like a firecracker here, much as he'd like to! Having Hogwarts business Albus needed kept secret splashed all over the front page of the Daily Prophet just fanned the flames of his temper. The associated articles painting him as a bumbling fool were all the more hurtful by being almost entirely factually correct.
Albus dropped his copy of the Prophet onto the table, next to the identical one Harry was currently reading. "I would like an explanation Mr Potter."
The headmaster though had made a tactical error, he had basically treated the Grangers as if they were irrelevant in their own home. Emma proceeded to ensure that was something he would never do again. She couldn't help but recognise the headmaster from Hermione's descriptions, the irate mother verbally went straight for the jugular.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, you must have read my mind because that's exactly what I want from you. Let me say here and now, your answers will determine what school my daughter attends this September."
Albus was mentally dismissing this as inconsequential until Harry seriously upped the ante. "Should Hermione leave for another school, it would be my intention to transfer there as well. Ron and Ginny Weasley would probably move too!"
This threw Albus off his game plan and Emma pressed home her temporary advantage. "I would like you to explain how someone being petrified like stone equates to 'fine but unable to write home at the moment.' There was also no mention of a deadly giant creature that was stalking the school and putting students in the infirmary. Oh I forgot, you had no idea what was causing it yet a second year student of non-magical parents could figure it out? It also took a couple of second years to save that poor girl while you sat clueless in your office. I would like, no I demand an explanation of these events."
Emma was so focused on Dumbledore, she'd missed Dan once more going to answer the front door. There were now two additional people in the kitchen, one of them was the only person Emma had ever seen wearing a monocle. This witch was currently glaring sternly at the headmaster while the other man was almost as poorly dressed as Harry. She could see her husband quietly keeping a close eye on the wizard in case he made off with the family silver.
Both clearly knew Dumbledore and the monocle wearing witch handled the introductions. "Good Morning and sorry for this intrusion. I am Madam Amelia Bones, head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. This gentleman here is Professor Remus Lupin who I happened to meet on your doorstep. This situation is rather fortuitous as I had also intended to speak with the headmaster here, this should save me a trip to Scotland."
Remus was staring at Harry as if he'd seen a ghost, even without his glasses, the likeness to James was remarkable. "Harry, I got your owl but after seeing this morning's paper thought it would be better if I called in person. Sorry if I'm staring but you are the spitting image of your father at the same age..."
Harry and Hermione finished it for Remus, "...except for the eyes, you have your mother's eyes!"
Remus laughed and knew instantly he was going to like these two. "Ok, I assume from your answer you've been told that once or twice before? Doesn't make it any less true though."
The hostess in Emma soon had all her 'guests' seated around the table although no one wanted refreshments. It was straight down to business which suited everyone.
Amelia got the ball rolling. "Mr Potter, I have already been to Gringotts and seen the entire memory you provided them with. Can I ask your reason for giving the goblins that memory?"
Albus couldn't have put it better himself, this was exactly the information he wanted to hear.
Harry had done nothing wrong and there was no reason to hide anything. "I wanted the goblins' assistance in selling the basilisk I killed. They asked me for some details I didn't know so I offered them my memory of the whole thing. The goblins said they would try to get the best possible price, I've just discovered how they plan to do that. By publicising this was Slytherin's basilisk killed by me, the boy who lived!"
Amelia studied the lad, his distaste when he used his unofficial title was there for all to see. He obviously hated his fame, exactly as Susan had told her. Amelia now felt more comfortable about what she was going to say. "Mr Potter, your actions inside that chamber were without doubt the bravest deeds I have ever seen! The ministry at this moment is sinking under a deluge of owls from people who have read about your adventure underneath Hogwarts. Some ask if it's true, most are outraged that they were told nothing about it while almost all demand you be rewarded for your unbelievable daring and outstanding display of courage."
Harry was uncomfortable with the praise, "Madam Bones, I rescued our friend and that's all that counts. I have no need, nor would I accept an award from the ministry."
Amelia was perplexed by this so asked Harry to elaborate on that last comment for her.
"The minister came to Hogwarts personally to arrest my friend Hagrid, just to publically be seen to be doing something. I would guess that same minister would be heavily involved in getting Lucius Malfoy declared an innocent man. I lost Hermione for three weeks and we nearly lost Ginny forever yet Malfoy walks free, probably with a ministerial apology ringing in his ears. This is the same principle I had regarding Snape, I will have nothing to do with Minister Fudge while he supports criminals like the Malfoys."
Moony's interest was piqued by that last comment until Hermione explained what happened at Hogwarts, Remus was now staring at Dumbledore and seeing the man in a new light. You didn't have to be a genius to figure out he was being employed to teach defence in the hope of appeasing Harry, the summer lessons made more sense to the marauder now.
The summer lessons were also on Harry's mind as he thought how he could use this situation to his advantage. "Madam Bones, Professor Lupin has agreed to provide us with extra defence lessons during the summer. We wanted to add a few friends but they would get into trouble for performing underage magic, could you advise us on the best way to avoid this?"
Hermione loved when Harry let his intelligent side out to play, he could easily have used his position to make demands. Asking for help was a brilliant idea and she tried to sweeten the deal. "If Professor Lupin here agrees, we would be delighted to invite Susan along as well."
Remus quickly gave his opinion that the more students he taught over the summer would only help him judge their skill levels and adjust his lesson plans accordingly. "After all, if I base all my lessons on someone who can defeat a basilisk, I might find myself having to rewrite them by the end of the first week!"
Harry had managed to push Dumbledore's buttons once again by neatly side-stepping him to get what he wanted, this was not something Albus could allow to happen. It was supposed to be him Harry trusted and turned to for help. "I'm sorry Harry but that's not the arrangement I made with Professor Lupin. As I am paying him, I fear I cannot allow these changes. I'm sorry but my decision is final."
Remus was livid and just about to lose his much needed job when Harry interrupted. "That's fine Headmaster, I will quite happily pay for Professor Lupin's time over the summer. It will also help with my decision where I go to school next year. The last two defence professors you picked were not only terrible at their job, both tried to kill me. What is it they say, third time's the charm?"
There were four adult cries of 'what!' while Albus remained silent, that didn't mean the phrase 'oh shit!' wasn't running continually through his thoughts.
Amelia was again pure business, "Mr Potter, I need you to elaborate on that statement for me please?"
Emma gave him encouragement and Harry was glad the fury she was containing wasn't aimed in his direction, mother and daughter were more alike than they knew. "Yes Harry, I really want to hear how two teachers employed by the headmaster here tried to murder students."
Some things began to make sense for Harry, "I'm sorry Madam Bones, I assumed the headmaster would keep you informed with what was going on. I also assume that's also why he barged in here this morning in a strop."
"Was that really called for Harry?"
Emma jumped all over Dumbledore, ensuring his play to make the boy feel guilty didn't work. "Yes it was called for and also true, please continue Harry."
"Well Professor Lockhart proved to be a total fraud. Ron and I sought him out when we discovered where Ginny was, the coward tried to run away. Turns out the only spell he could do was obliviate! He would use it on the people whose stories he stole, passing their heroic deeds off as his own, despicable. He planned on leaving both Ron and I down there to die, promising to immortalise us in his latest work of fiction."
Hermione had the good grace to blush, remembering her short-lived crush on the fraud. Emma asked a perfectly normal question from a concerned parent. "Why didn't you tell another teacher Harry?"
"The three of us went to Professor McGonagall last year and she didn't believe us. I ended up facing Professor Quirrell, who just happened to have Voldemort growing out the back of his head."
It was a shocked Amelia who found her voice first, "What happened then Harry?"
It was only because the room was utterly silent that they heard his whispered answer, "I killed him."
As a conversation stopper, that one was hard to beat. Hermione was the only one who recognised the devastation in his voice, he'd spoken about this when she was petrified and she was aware how much that action still hurt her boyfriend. They hadn't mentioned this last night but parents be dammed, she positioned herself on his knee and gently kissed him. "Harry, Voldemort was trying to kill you and get the Philosopher's stone that the headmaster had hidden in the school. It would have made him not only immortal but incredibly wealthy, you saved us all again."
Just when Amelia thought this could get more confusing, that revelation blew her away. She could see Harry's somewhat fragile state and gently asked the question she needed answered. "Harry, could you tell us how you managed that?"
With Hermione's arms around him, Harry drew strength from his girlfriend and spoke about something that had prayed on his mind since it happened. "I just touched him Madam Bones, his flesh turned to ash in my hands. The headmaster told me it was because Voldemort couldn't stand love, that my mother's love protected me." Harry was now hugging Hermione even tighter. "There must be some truth in that because when Voldemort tried to possess me in the infirmary, the love of my friends and Hermione returning to my side allowed me to beat him again. Ron told me Dumbledore's only involvement was to make sure I would die if I lost the battle against Voldemort, thanks for that sir!"
As everyone contemplated what Harry meant by that, Dan spoke for the first time that morning. The authority in his voice was unmistakable, he'd reached his decision and wouldn't be swayed. "Hermione Jane Granger, you will not be returning to that nut house! I am perfectly happy to accept you are a witch but cannot believe that Hogwarts is the best place for you to learn to use your magic. Thanks to Harry's generosity, you and your friends have the means to attend any school in the world. We will be spending the summer searching for a new one. Madam Bones, I would appreciate any help you can give me on this matter. Ragnok has also promised us help if we need it and I intend to take him up on that offer. As for you headmaster, frankly I wouldn't believe you if you told me rain was wet!"
Emma looked toward her daughter, still perched on her new boyfriend's lap. "Sorry dear, in this matter I agree totally with your father. We wouldn't be able to sleep at night if we sent you back there."
Hermione could only nod in acceptance. "I can't say it's not something Harry and I haven't talked about, we've discussed it quite a bit actually."
Harry couldn't argue with the Grangers decision either, time to state his intentions. "Headmaster, I will not be returning to Hogwarts in September."
This morning had not gone well for Dumbledore since he first glanced at the Prophet but that declaration sent a chill down his spine. "That's not a decision you can make Mr Potter, your guardians would have to agree to it."
Harry almost laughed at the irony of that, "I'll have no problems then, they never wanted me to go to Hogwarts in the first place. They're coming here for dinner on Sunday night, I'll owl Professor McGonagall for the correct forms they need to sign. Failing that, I'm sure Ragnok could get them for us."
This was the second time that name had been mentioned, Dumbledore was surprised that they had heard of the goblin leader. "How do you know Ragnok?"
"Oh, it was him I gave the memory to. He said that anything we needed, he would be delighted to help. He's offered to put wards around this house so we don't get bothered by people wanting to gawk at us. I have no interest in being in the press and don't wish reporters hanging around us all summer."
Albus continued on regardless, "Never the less, I don't think it would be in your best interest to leave Hogwarts."
Emma was incensed but also determined to use her anger constructively, the long talk they had with the kids last night was still fresh in her mind. They would be having another one later about some of the little details about Harry they'd apparently glossed over. "Madam Bones, my daughter has been attacked by a troll and a basilisk while attending Hogwarts. Surely there must be some way I can press charges against the school, and particularly the headmaster, for negligence against children in their care?"
Amelia raised her eyebrows while Remus asked if he'd heard her right. "A troll and a basilisk?"
Emma nodded, "The basilisk attacked her in a corridor, I also understand there were some previous victims? The troll was let into the school by the same Professor Quirrell, it trapped her in a bathroom with only Harry and Ron's intervention saving her life."
Amelia could only shake her head, "Harry could I return sometime with a pensieve to take a look at your extraordinary experiences inside Hogwarts? I feel it's way passed time the ministry held an official investigation into just what goes on inside that castle. Albus, if Hogwarts wasn't already closed for the summer, I would have seen it closed today."
Albus was getting seriously worried about anyone seeing more memories, he tried to call her bluff. "You don't have that authority Amelia."
The head of the DMLE had no intention of backing down. "Just try me Albus, my Susan might be looking for a new school come September as well. These are children's lives we're dealing with here. If I find you have acted irresponsibly in any way, I will come after you with everything I have. Susan is the last surviving member of my family, all those Bones's didn't die standing against evil so you could play fast and loose with her life."
Emma smiled for the first time today, "Madam Bones, you are welcome in this house anytime." The smile vanished as she turned to face Dumbledore , "You sir are not, don't let the door hit you on the way out."
Dumbledore left with as much dignity as he could muster.
Amelia let him go, deciding to wait until she had seen more of Harry's memories before confronting him again. She smiled to Emma, "Mrs Granger, if that offer of a cup of tea still holds..."
The shocks weren't over for the day as tea, coffee and freshly baked scones appeared on the table. "You have a house elf?"
"Oh Dobby actually works for Harry. We only met him last night and already he seems to know what we want before we do. The little guy is just fantastic!"
Amelia looked over her teacup toward Harry, knowing there was another story here. What an extraordinary young man.
Harry answered her as best he could, "Dobby used to be owned by the Malfoys, he risked his life to warn me what Lucius was up to. I tricked Malfoy into freeing Dobby and he now works for me. Dobby is going to bring our friends here for the defence lessons."
Hermione gasped, "Oh Damn! Harry, our friends?"
It was Emma though who answered. "Hermione Jane, sitting on your boyfriend's knee and now the language? Don't think I've forgotten the kissing either, we will be having a long talk later."
Hermione was glowing from embarrassment before Harry saved her. "Mrs Granger, it's my fault. I wanted to keep that we were giving our friends a portion of the money as a surprise. They won't know what to make of all that in the paper this morning. We really need to go and see them but I might just need a bodyguard."
This drew glances from everyone before it was Hermione's turn to save Harry from embarrassment. "Mrs Weasley appears to think that Harry would make the perfect boyfriend for her daughter. That Ginny also has a massive crush on Harry doesn't help matters."
Dan was the one who was clueless now, "I thought this Ginny was your friend? Are you ok with her having a crush on your boyfriend?"
"Dad, half the witches in Hogwarts have a crush on my Harry!"
Amelia nearly choked on her tea as the truth of that statement hit home. "I certainly know one or two witches who would fall into that category." This caused some titters at the table, mainly at the obvious discomfort Harry showed at that statement.
Dan Granger wasn't laughing, he was deep in thought. Here was a lad who still sat in those ridiculous old oversized clothes yet was quite the catch for his daughter. Harry was courteous, kind, generous to a fault, courageous, rich, famous yet modest and even has girls all over the country crushing on him. The Dursleys had looked like their kind of people yet apparently treated Harry as if he was some form of pondlife.
The enigma that was Harry Potter was forcing Dan to look at things differently, even knowing the lad for less than twenty-four hours was having a profound effect on the dentist. Not only had Harry made his daughter rich, he'd saved Hermione's life as well! How could any father object to that, especially when a glance was all that was needed to see they both really cared for each other?
Dan turned his attention to the shabbily dressed man sitting at the table. This professor was going to be in and out his home all summer so he decided to get to know the man before making any judgments. Harry was having an influence on Daniel Granger just by being here.
"Professor Lupin, I understand from Harry you were a good friend of his parents? What were they like?"
Remus suddenly had everyone's attention as he thought on how to answer. "That's a very broad question that I could talk all day on and still miss things out. I went through seven years of Hogwarts with them as we were all Gryffindors, Lily and I were the prefects. I would consider both the dearest friends I ever had. Lilly was like Hermione in that her parents were non-magical, this didn't hold her back though as she was the most brilliant witch I've ever met."
Harry was sitting listing about his parents with his new girlfriend on his knee, this morning was certainly picking up. "Mum sounds more like Hermione than you know."
"Well Harry here must only take after James in appearance, Lily wouldn't give your father the time of day until he stopped being a prat and grew up. Both would have loved to see you here today, your mum would have dragged you away for a talk about having a young lady on your knee while your dad would have been giving you the thumbs-up while telling you not to be in too many broom cupboards until you made the Quidditch team."
Hermione could see the mischief in the man's eyes but was desperate to ask why, if he was such a good friend, did Harry end up abandoned at the Dursleys? She didn't want to ruin the moment though but still came right back at him, "Harry's been the Gryffindor seeker for two years now, youngest in over a century! As to broom cupboards, since he grew up in one, we will be giving those a miss."
Amelia was quickly adding to the memories she wanted from Harry, "I think we should discuss your placement with your relatives and their treatment of you when I come back for the memories Harry."
Remus was confused, "What relatives? Harry is the last Potter and Lily only had a sister… He wouldn't? Harry, tell me Dumbledore didn't give you to Petunia?"
Harry couldn't lift his head to face anyone so Hermione answered for him, "Dumbledore left him on their doorstep with a note pined to the blanket he was wrapped in."
Remus was on his feet without realising it, "But she hated magic and, because of that, Lily. She refused to have anything to do with your parents, wouldn't attend their wedding or your christening. There is no way your mum and dad would have arranged for you to be placed there."
Emma suddenly had the beginnings of an idea, "Can I take it from this you know the Dursleys Professor Lupin?"
"I've met them Mrs Granger, I wouldn't want to know them."
"How would you like to have dinner with them, here, Sunday evening?"
Remus slowly sat back down as a grin spread across his face, "I think I would like that very much Mrs Granger."
"Good, and its Emma and Dan. Would you like to join us Amelia? At the moment there is only Harry to prevent us murdering them and dumping the bodies on the local rubbish tip."
Amelia thought that would be a wonderful idea, "I'll come early and collect the memories, then I would be delighted to stay for dinner."
Remus also chipped in, "If I come early, then I could give the kids their first lesson. It shouldn't take long for Harry to give the memories and that would give you three time to view them while I keep these two busy."
Amelia came up with an idea to have any magic being performed at the Grangers ignored, she would have the building and grounds declared a magical summer school. As Susan spent most of the summer in the company of her best friend, Hannah Abbott's name was also added to the list of students with Amelia saying she would bring them with her on Sunday.
Dobby popped into the room beside Harry, "Will your friends also be staying for dinner on Sunday Harry Potter sir?"
Harry looked at the excited little guy who obviously wanted him to say yes, "Could you manage dinner for all those people Dobby?"
"Oh easily Harry Potter sir, Dobby loves to be busy."
A quick glance at Emma got a nod, she wanted to meet more of their friends and the house being full of magic users would ensure the Dursleys had a pleasant evening.
"Ok Dobby, they will be staying for dinner."
Remus had baulked at the money Harry was now paying him but Amelia said he had to be paid the correct rate otherwise she couldn't complete the paperwork for the summer school. With the arrangements now made, both apparated away.
That only left the Weasleys to face, easy!
-oOoOo-
The horcrux immediately knew something was very wrong, everything felt so alien to him.
"Don't worry, you'll soon get used to it. This is wonderful, I feel so much more powerful. I know you expected to be in control but that's never going to happen. You made a big mistake by hiding yourself in Gringotts. Goblins are too different to wizards for your soul magic to work on us. Without me willingly allowing you into my body, you would never have made it out of these caverns. I only accepted you because I wanted your knowledge and power, this was the only way to get it. I will go to this house and meet with any others but I won't be giving this power up."
The horcrux realised it was helpless, being used by this creature for its own ends. Trapped in this non-human body that was so different it couldn't even think where to begin to try to wrestle control away from this deranged goblin.
The goblin was now laughing and out of control, the horcrux began to wonder if the joining had unhinged the beast or was it really this mad to begin with. "Oh yes, you really didn't think this scheme of yours through. Not to worry, Crappy will get us out of here. No one looks twice at Crappy, we could walk right out the front door and no one would notice us."
The goblins voice was now more of a growl, "They will find Crappymort a whole different kind of animal. I won't be the one shitting myself anymore, by the time I'm finished their bowels will empty at the mere mention of my name. I have no interest in humans or wizards but intend to rule over the goblin nation with a fist of iron. With your others lording over the rest, between us we'll rule the world!"
The horcrux was forced to admit it had met its match, this Crappy creature was a bigger megalomaniac than he ever was. His only hope was that his brother horcruxes had found more suitable hosts than he had and were powerful enough to defeat this creature, allowing him to join with the original soul. If not, he was in for a quite miserable existence.
-oOoOo-
Dobby dropped Hermione and her father off just outside the Burrow wards before returning to collect Harry and Emma. This was the first moment Dan had alone with his daughter to begin repairing some of the damage he had done yesterday. He was unsure how to begin but his wife's words from yesterday stuck in his brain, be the Dan Granger we both love, he decided to follow her advice and make a start now. "Can I assume from this morning that Harry has asked you to be his girlfriend and certain people here might not take to kindly to that news?"
Hermione was too busy smiling to have time to blush at her father raising that subject, she was Harry's girlfriend and that was enough to keep her smiling all summer! "I think our friends will be fine with it, they're used to Harry and me being together all the time. It's Mrs Weasley I'm worried about. Ginny has been raised on 'boy who lived' stories since she was a little girl, she saw herself as the princess marrying her prince. Her mother is the one who read her those stories and I'm starting to wonder if she didn't believe them herself."
"You don't need to worry princess, that young man is totally besotted with you. Let your mum and me deal with the adults while you and Harry speak with your friends. After all, that's what we're here for."
Harry and Emma arrived with Dobby to find Hermione hugging her dad, Emma was pleased for both of them but ready for battle. She didn't think this visit to the Weasleys would turn into a war, more like the opening skirmish where both sides assessed the opposition's strengths and probed for weaknesses. Molly Weasley was an opinionated woman who may wish Harry had chosen her daughter but the lad didn't, he asked Hermione instead. Here was a lad who could have used his fame to play the field but, even in the short time she'd known him, Emma could tell that was something Harry would never do. Other than having the usual parent / teenager talk with Hermione, Emma had no intentions of interfering in their fledgling relationship. She would be damned though if she was going to stand back and watch someone else interfere. Emma supposed this would give her practice for Sunday night when manners dictated she would be forced to smile at Harry's aunt.
Molly came upon them first and squealed the instant she spotted Harry, the lad's feet almost left the ground as she crushed him in her arms. "Oh Harry, thank you again. I almost died when I saw the size of that thing!"
Harry was checking if his arms and legs still worked as he answered Molly. "So did I Mrs Weasley, so did I! We came to speak to Ron and Ginny, I hope you don't mind?"
"Harry, you know you're welcome here anytime."
Emma chose to ignore the thinly disguised barb aimed in their direction, she would have been drowned out anyway by the noise now issuing from inside the house. Ron, Ginny and the twins had been alerted by their mother's rather loud voice as they came clambering from different parts of the house, all also attempted to talk to Harry and Hermione at once.
Harry held his hands up for quiet. "Ron, Ginny, we need to speak to you. Sorry Fred and George but this is private."
"Hear that George, we're not wanted. Just because he can slay a basilisk…"
"A humungous basilisk…"
"Ok, a humungous basilisk he thinks…"
"With only a sword…"
"So, just because he can slay a humungous basilisk with only a sword, he thinks he can come here and tell us what to do!"
"Can't he Fred?"
This appeared to catch Fred on the hop, though with the twins you were never sure. "You're probably right George. Thanks for saving her Harry, there won't be a bludger getting within ten feet of you next year."
Harry didn't have the heart to tell them he wouldn't be in Hogwarts, far less Gryffindor next term. They didn't plan on dealing with that here and now. He and Hermione took the two Weasleys a walk in the direction of the orchard.
The two mothers were soon alone, watching their offspring preamble toward the trees as Arthur had practically kidnapped Dan to show him his muggle collections. A real live muggle to question was too good an opportunity for Arthur to miss.
That Harry was walking beside Ginny while Hermione spoke with Ron was purely coincidental, Molly though was reading a lot more into the situation. Her eyes were sparkling as she gushed, "Don't they make lovely couples?"
Emma deliberately chose to mishear the plump witch, "Yes, we really like Harry and couldn't be happier that he and Hermione are dating now. The fact that he's staying with us the entire summer will give Dan and myself a chance to get to know him better. The way Hermione always writes about him though, we feel as if we already know the lad."
Molly was devastated at that news and about to come back with a sarcastic comment when she heard Ginny shriek. Her daughter was now wrapped around a smiling Harry while Hermione was hugging a clearly stunned Ron. The four of them began making their way back, arm in arm and clearly very happy. Molly couldn't quite keep the smirk of her face, "It would appear that things have changed!"
Emma of course knew what had been said down there amongst the apples and pears but had no intention of informing Molly, this woman reminded her of those pushy mothers who force their kids into dancing, piano, or a multitude of other things their offspring clearly didn't want to do. She was living her life vicariously through her children and if Molly wasn't careful, they would all move out as soon as they were old enough to do so.
Molly was beaming at how happy her daughter looked, holding onto Harry's arm. "Have you something special you want to tell me Ginny?"
Ginny sprang into her mother's embrace, "Oh mum, it's a dream come true. Harry's just made us rich!"
Molly's jaw was now hanging open as her youngest son spoke, "It's true mum, Harry's sharing the money he's getting for selling the basilisk between us all."
Hermione now had her arm around her boyfriend and kissed him on the cheek. "Yeah, he's pretty special!"
Molly couldn't keep the venom or the jealousy out of her voice. "I understood Hermione was lying petrified in the infirmary, how does that warrant a share?"
Emma was about to rip this witch a new one when the smallest redhead beat her to it.
"Even petrified, Hermione did more to save me than Dumbledore. She's the one who worked out it was a basilisk and how it was getting about the school. She had it all written down and scrunched up in her hand. Without her, the boys would never have found me. She deserves a share more than I do."
Hermione found herself in Harry's arms as she spoke, the gir was quite proud that she kept her hurt from showing."Ron, could you get my dad. Mum and I are taking Harry shopping, we'll see you on Sunday." The words had hardly left her mouth when Dobby popped them both away.
Ron was angry with his mother but stormed off to rescue his friend's father, Dobby was back standing beside Emma in seconds. He was also staring daggers at Molly and Emma began to question if it was wise to let the little guy anywhere near the Dursleys. She so wanted to get ripped into this woman but figured her silence would hurt more, both her kids had reacted angrily to her last comment. For Molly Weasley, that would be worse than anything Emma could say or do.
Dan came walking as fast as good manners allowed, clearly desperate to get out of here, Dobby soon obliged.
They left two kids who had the smiles wiped off their face by their mother's treatment of their friend, the Weasley household was in for a shake-up when Arthur learned what had happened.
-oOoOo-
Tom and Riddle were both in control of the respective bodies and were spending their time sitting chatting, there really wasn't anything else for them to do until the original soul piece got here. Suddenly the door crashed open and the powerful goblin hit the room like a whirlwind.
Riddle found himself flat on his back and struggling to regain his feet, this old body was really difficult to control because everything was so much slower than he was used to. He glanced up at what was happening in the room and a surge of red-hot anger saw Frank retake control.
This creature had Sibyll pinned to a wall and was ogling her body like a starving man sitting down to a feast.
Crappy was elated, "Is this the best the great Lord Voldemort can manage? I think I'll have to reconsider my decision to leave the human world alone. There appears to be no opposition and the scent of their females is rather appealing. You and I are going to become close friends female so stop struggling and save yourself a lot of pain."
"Get your filthy paws off her!"
Crappy didn't even look in Frank's direction, he just laughed at the feeble old man. "The days of anyone telling me what to do are gone forever. From now on I'm the one who does the telling."
Frank's voice was very steady, "You will leave her alone or I will be forced to make you."
Crappy's expression turned vicious, "I hadn't intended to kill you but your death can serve as a warning to the female about what happens to those who disobey me. What kind of shit is that?"
The 'that' in question turned out to be a Second World War pistol that had been lovingly cared for. With a very loud bang, it spat it's projectile toward Crappy at supersonic speed. At the distance involved, even someone with Frank's poor eyesight wasn't going to miss.
The bullet hit Crappy on his large forehead, punching easily through the bone and throwing his already dying body across the room. Black gunk was mixed with the blood that oozed from the killing wound.
Due to their extremely close proximity to the event, both remaining horcruxes were thrown deep into unconsciousness as the effect of killing their brother was felt. The pulse radiated out from the manor, leaving Frank and Sibyll in total control. Sibyll looked lovingly toward Frank, sitting on the floor with the smoking gun held steadily and unwaveringly aimed at the unmoving goblin.
"Frank, you saved me!"
"I don't know what that thing was but it had no right to lay its paws on you. That's no way to treat a lady."
Sibyll helped Frank to his feet before kissing him passionately, "This lady has every intention of rewarding her knight. Come with me Sir Galahad and claim your prize!"
Sibyll led a beaming Frank in the direction of her bedroom, the old man was hoping he could remember what he was supposed to do next. Crappy lay discarded on the floor, ignored in death as he was in life.
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Voldemort was elated but exhausted, he'd made it to Calais and planned a rest before attempting to possess an animal and stowaway on the ferry crossing to Dover. Being ejected from a body while crossing open water was not something he wanted to risk.
His elation vanished as quickly as his plans when the pulse hit, this meant he had only one horcrux left. He would just have to risk the crossing in the first creature that he could find, otherwise it wouldn't matter anymore as he would be to all intents and purpose dead. Someone must be systematically taking down all his carefully laid defences and destroying his soul pieces one by one. He had to conclude that if they got the rest, they must at least know what his one remaining horcrux was. If they also knew the where, it would be all over for the dark lord. Voldemort had never been so terrified in his entire life.
Chapter 8
Harry lay in his comfortable bed in the Grangers spare room with a wide grin on his face, memories of his day running through his head. While he'd stood there in his new pyjamas she had picked for him, his girlfriend had kissed him goodnight. The closet and drawers in his room were bursting to the seams with new clothes Hermione and her mum had spent hours choosing for him. Harry had no experience with the phenomenon that was shopping so had placed himself entirely in the capable hands of both Granger ladies. The joy on Hermione's face as she found something she thought he looked good in was worth every penny and minute spent shopping, the new clothes were just a welcome by-product of the whole enjoyable experience.
Her parents were now insisting he call them Emma and Dan as Harry got to experience how a real family lived. Astonishingly, he'd been asked for his input on where they would be going on holiday. Since he'd never been anywhere other than his trips to Scotland and a certain castle, Harry had nothing to offer. As long as Hermione was there, Harry didn't really care where they went. He actually felt as if he was on holiday just staying here. Hermione had suggested waiting until they got some information about where the prospective magical schools were, they could then maybe holiday near one and check it out.
Harry was lying in bed but was much too excited to sleep, even the prospect of having the Dursleys over for dinner couldn't dent his good mood. He had pleasant thoughts of Dobby dropping a cake on his Aunt Petunia's head before his mind turned to the girl who was asleep across the hall from him, his eyes finally closed but his wide grin remained.
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Molly Weasley was also having trouble sleeping but it wasn't excitement keeping her awake, more the unaccustomed surroundings and the lack of her husband lying next to her. When a tearful Ginny had described what happened, Arthur had gone into a rage of epic proportions. None of the family had ever seen him so angry.
He had turned to face her and used his head of house voice, this time her knees had trembled in fear. "I gave you specific orders not to interfere, there was no room for misunderstandings. Would you care to explain why you chose to deliberately disobey me? Why you chose to upset the very people responsible for us still having a daughter? I demand an explanation of why the people who just gave our two youngest children a life changing gift left here before I could even thank them. Did you at least say thank you?"
Molly had no answers to any of her husband's questions so could only keep quiet as her entire family aligned themselves behind the people she had so effectively chased away. Things were so bad that even Percy spoke against her.
"Ginny had four brothers at Hogwarts and we all failed her, Ron redeemed himself but the fact remains the Weasley boys let someone hurt their baby sister. Hermione solved a puzzle that stumped Dumbledore and nearly lost her life doing it. We all know what Harry and Ron achieved, the front page of the Prophet informed the world of their deeds and I for one am very proud of my younger brother. I am ashamed of you mother. When these people came to call, bringing unbelievable news with them, they not only didn't get shown the proper Weasley hospitality but you insulted one of the people responsible for saving Ginny's life."
Fred found himself agreeing with his elder brother, "Make no mistake here, when you insult Hermione, you insult Harry."
George had more to add, "It's worse than that, insult Harry and he may forgive you eventually. Insult Hermione and you've made an enemy for life."
Ron knew them best so his father was particularly interested in what he had to say. "George is right and Hermione is exactly the same with Harry. I don't think this could be any worse, we're supposed to be going over there tomorrow and staying for dinner. What am I supposed to say to my best friends?"
Ginny had a fresh flood of tears at that. "I can't go, how could I possibly face them?"
At that, Arthur's features hardened as he turned back to face his wife again. "You will write a formal letter of apology to Miss Granger that Ginny will give to Hermione tomorrow. I will write an apology from house Weasley to House Potter for any slight cast by my family. Ron, you will be my representative tomorrow." The Weasleys didn't buy into the beliefs that being pureblood automatically made you better than anyone else, it didn't mean they rejected all the customs. Ron would be representing house Weasley tomorrow and would have to keep it formal as he waited for Harry's response.
Molly thought her chastisement was over until she discovered all her things had been moved into Bill's old room, this was the first time this had ever happened and she was heartbroken. The men in the family just didn't understand she only wanted what was best for her daughter, by giving Ginny that money Harry had just made her daughter's prospects worse. There would be boys and men the length and breadth of the country turning their attention to little Ginny Weasley, knowing that if they could sweep her of her feet, all that money and the young girl would be theirs. Magical law would see all her possessions under the control of her husband and his family, this was why she had filled Ginny's head with tales of the boy-who-lived. Harry Potter was very wealthy but had no family. Molly was sure that when Ginny snagged him, she would be able to influence the lad through Ginny.
Molly had known exactly who he was that morning in the station. How could she not, the boy was the spitting image of his father. She'd been overjoyed when Ron had befriended him, that result was way better than she could have hoped or planned for. Keeping a stern face when they stole the car to bring Harry Potter to the Burrow was very hard when inside she was jumping for joy. Then he had saved Ginny's life, fighting a basilisk and you-know-who in the process. Why couldn't anyone else see it? These two were fated to be together but sometimes fate needed a little nudge. Molly was prepared to give that nudge, her family would soon see the error of their ways when Ginny and Harry were together. She knew this would make Ginny the happiest girl in the world. Molly was a mother who wanted what was best for her daughter, in this case that was clearly Harry Potter.
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Albus Dumbledore was also having trouble sleeping and the same person, namely Harry Potter was at the root of his insomnia as well. Since that night in the infirmary, his dealings with Harry could be categorised as one step forward and at least three steps back. The boy's intentions to leave Hogwarts was more than a backward step though, it would be an unmitigated disaster that Albus couldn't allow to happen. He winced as he remembered Minerva's reactions to the news, he thought it would be better coming from him rather than Harry's owl requesting transfer details. To say she was displeased would certainly be an understatement and she laid the blame entirely at his feet.
The Hogwarts board of Governors had also acted swiftly, both he and Minerva were summoned to appear before them on Tuesday. Should Harry Potter have become the boy-who-left by then, Albus was under no illusions that his fate would be the same. It might not be of his own choosing but he would be leaving Hogwarts too.
Albus had long ago learned the best way to handler problems was one at a time, Harry Potter's continued presence at Hogwarts was top of the list. He would have to give that matter his undivided attention.
-oOoOo-
Tom had no problem sleeping, quite the opposite in fact. The goblin having a grip of Sibyll when Riddle shot the creature appeared to amplify the effect of the horcrux being destroyed. The magical pulse hit him with much greater force than it did when travelling on the train. Tom reckoned it was the nearest thing to unconsciousness his form could experience. Taking control of Sibyll's body once more, Tom could instantly tell they were lying in bed but something felt different. He opened his eyes and the sight that greeted him scared this portion of his soul for eternity. He began to scream in Sibyll's high pitched voice before gladly relinquishing control of the body, he needed a deep, dark hole to hide in while trying to scourge this from his memory.
Frank awoke in bed beside a woman, a woman he'd made love to last night. He may have been a bit rusty but with such a willing partner they'd both been very happy with the results. Now he lay there smiling and watching 'his woman' as she woke. Frank was just about to say 'Good morning beautiful' when Sibyll appeared to realise and obviously regret what they'd done last night, she began to scream at him. He should have known this was too good to be true, Frank Bryce was used to life's knocks. That didn't mean her screams didn't pierce his heart, deflating his happiness like a burst balloon. Frank started to get up before he felt a gentle hand on his arm, the screaming had also stopped.
"Frank, I'm so sorry dear. That wasn't me but Tom. I was enjoying lying here, feeling your warmth and dreaming of how wonderful last night had been when he took over. Apparently Voldemort isn't as narcissistic as I thought! I don't want you to leave Frank, you've saved me in more ways than you know. I want you to stay here with me and show Tom what he missed last night, if he doesn't like it then he's welcome to leave. I've spent way too many years sleeping alone in that castle, I have no intention of sleeping alone from now on."
Frank wasn't sure if that was a declaration of love, lust or independence from the person in their heads. To him it didn't really matter which one it was, for the first time ever someone wanted Frank Bryce in their life. That she was a lovely younger woman who wanted him sexually as well fairly had his blood pumping around his aging arteries. As the two naked bodies became intertwined, neither noticed how much easier it was to control their visitors when they were together in the truest meaning of the word.
Riddle felt ill at the back of Frank's mind, didn't this bitch realise what age his host was? He couldn't quite grasp the irony of going through all that effort and pain to make himself immortal only to die of heart failure or a stroke between the thighs of some over-eager female. Frank and Sibyll may not have noticed it yet but he had, the closer these two got then the less influence he had on his host. They couldn't get much closer than they were at this moment and Riddle wondered if he could have this memory obliviated when they eventually joined together with the master soul piece. The thought of then having both memories after joining, from being on top and bottom, was a distinctly unpleased one. Riddle was beginning to question the entire idea of creating horcruxes, he was starting to realise there were worst things that could happen to you in life than death. Being trapped inside this old body while it laboured away with an ugly female was definitely one of them, Riddle's only form of consolation being that he was so glad he wasn't in Tom's position.
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Amelia hadn't slept much last night either, she'd spent most of it doing a lot of thinking. Today might change the course of her life, it might change the course of many lives but that's what needed to happen. She rang the Grangers door bell, hoping she hadn't overstepped the mark. Her chances of pulling this off were slim without unduly antagonising these good people.
Dan answered the door to find Amelia was not only early, she'd brought reinforcements.
"Hello again Mr Granger. This is my niece Susan and her friend Hannah, the lady on my left is Madam Augusta Longbottom with her grandson Neville, who I know you were expecting. Madam Longbottom is on the Hogwarts school board and I took the liberty of inviting her along because she is very interested in what we're going to see here today. I also know we're early but I wanted to get started, I hope you don't mind?"
"Not at all Madam Bones, Madam Longbottom you're very welcome. Please come in."
Augusta's eyebrows were raised already. This was an old house yet clearly muggle, still a house elf appeared at her side to take her cloak. All very confusing and, if even a little of what Amelia had alluded to was true, things were only going to get more confusing as the day progressed. Harry and Hermione greeted their friends and again Augusta was surprised at how pleased they were to see Neville. Perhaps her grandson would benefit from these lessons after all.
Emma was being introduced to everyone as Amelia spoke, "As I said to your husband, I know we're early but we're really keen to see these memories. I brought a departmental pensieve with me."
While Emma was assuring her that was fine, Hermione raised a point that she had been pondering. "Madam Bones, don't you think it would be better if we all saw the memories together? Then you and Madam Longbottom could ask any questions you wished."
It was Augusta who answered, "My grandson told me you were very smart Miss Granger and I'm pleased to see him being proven correct. For too long the students of Hogwarts have had their views ignored, I thought the campaign you and Mr Potter initiated at Hogwarts was sheer genius. Certain members of the board have been campaigning for his dismissal for years, it took a student led revolt to achieve what we couldn't. Very well done."
Hermione was now blushing as everyone made their way through to the dining room where Amelia placed her pensieve on the table. It was set to project the scene above the stone basin to allow everyone present to view the memories.
"Where do you wish to start Mr Potter?" Amelia asked.
Harry wasn't sure but as usual Hermione had a suggestion to offer. "Why don't you just show Voldemort's attempts to kill you for now? We can add more as we go along."
This comment had Augusta's full attention, "Attempts? Plural? Just how many attempts are we talking about here Mr Potter?"
Harry thought for a moment before giving his answer, "Well, since I started Hogwarts I count five. I didn't include the time we faced the troll because, although we were very lucky to get out of that in one piece, that wasn't specifically aimed at me."
It was a shaken Amelia who took over, five attempts in two years had shocked her to the core. Not once had any word of this came to her department, she was now more determined than ever to achieve what she planned here today. "I think Miss Granger has a very good point there, let's start with the first one."
Harry was trying not to smile as he answered, "Perhaps you would be better with Hermione's memory of the event, I was too busy hanging on for dear life to see what was happening around me."
Hermione was blushing again, "I don't think that's a good idea Harry."
Neville was having none of it, he knew this story and wanted to see it. "I think it's a great idea, I can't wait to see Snape's robes set on fire!"
The decision was then unanimous, everybody wanted to see that.
Dan watched as Harry was tossed about the sky, clearly in danger of losing his grip and life. Looking on as his daughter figured out what was happening and then took drastic steps to save Harry was a revelation to the man. His authority loving daughter had just set fire to a professor's robes! It would appear where Harry was concerned, Hermione was prepared to do anything.
The image of Snape dancing about, trying to extinguish the flames had Neville laughing like a hyena. Unfortunately the next memory put a sudden stop to that, the instant his gran saw them in the forbidden forest at night she exploded.
"Kindly explain to me why you were there, accompanied by only the gamekeeper?"
Neville was stuttering like mad while trying to find an answer, pinned by the formidable woman's gaze so Harry tried to help his friend. "We were assigned detention there by Professor McGonagall. Something was harming the unicorns and we were supposed to help Hagrid discover what it was."
This explanation didn't appear to help and things only got worse when Hagrid split them up. "I shall be having a serious word with Minerva McGonagall about this."
Watching as Harry had to be saved by a centaur from the thing that killed the unicorn increased Augusta's anger while terrifying Susan and Hannah, Neville was a bit green about the gills too.
The next memory certainly didn't help matters any either. Amelia had been taking notes since they began, her hand began to speed up the instant she spotted Fluffy. Neville instantly identified the devils snare while Harry's skill on a broom as he chased the key had Dan convinced he would be sticking with golf. There were tears in quite a few eyes as Harry and Hermione had to leave the injured Ron and push on with their task. Dan erupted at what came next, "That's a troll? That's what tried to kill you in a toilet? This isn't a school, it's a nuthouse!"
The most poignant thing for Emma though was watching Hermione hug Harry as he was forced to go on alone, it was clear to her that even then her daughter thought the world of the young man who so recently became her boyfriend. Knowing what was coming next, she wasn't in the least surprised to see Hermione slip onto Harry's lap and wrap her arms around him. Just talking about this event before had clearly upset the boy, how much worse would it be having to watch it back with everyone in the room?
Susan and Hannah noticed Hermione move and tried not to react, both had expected these two would end up as a couple but it had still hurt when they heard the news yesterday from Amelia. All that was instantly forgotten the second professor Quirrell removed his turban, both girls screamed in fright. Again, knowing Harry survived didn't seem to help anyone's nerves.
Hermione held Harry tight and was whispering comfortingly in his ear as the confrontation reached the conclusion she knew was coming, with Quirrell melting and screaming in agony the memory finally ended when Harry passed out from Magical exhaustion.
There was total silence for a few moments as everyone contemplated what they'd just watched, there was a general sigh of relief when mugs of hot chocolate appeared on the table before them.
By the expressions on the two adult witches' faces, Emma was certain she was not the only one wishing for a drink with slightly more kick to it than what was in front of her. After her first sip though that opinion changed, the bitter dark chocolate was laced with more than a hint of brandy. Emma was left wondering what you had to do to get a house elf working for you, Dobby appeared to know what she wanted before Emma did!
Amelia was also grateful for the taste of brandy in her chocolate drink, soon she was going to have to ask these people to do something they clearly didn't want to. Without their help though, it was going to be a hopeless case. Harry's memories were proving to be a double edged sword, making one of her goals a lot easier while the other was now practically impossible. She noticed her niece looking over her mug at Hermione holding Harry and hoped Susan wouldn't be too disappointed. From what Amelia had just watched, Harry Potter had made his choice at least a year ago.
Augusta and Amelia both wanted to know what happened after that confrontation with Quirrell / Voldemort.
Harry couldn't quite hide his disgust, "We were given some house points then I was shipped back to my prison with my relatives for the summer. Other than that, I have no idea. The only contact I had outside Privet Drive was when the ministry sent me an underage use of magic warning for something Dobby did."
Hermione wanted her boyfriend to get everything off his chest, she knew how much pain he carried around with him. Today was a perfect opportunity to rid him of some of that burden. She asked him if he could show some memories of his time at Privet Drive, Harry was clearly reluctant to do this but Hermione pushed a little more. "The Dursleys project an image of respectability that is very convincing, I want my dad to see what the people he invited into our home are really like when they think nobody is watching."
Dan caught the end of that as he'd just returned from answering the door to Professor Lupin. This was a very convincing argument to Harry and, with Hermione still sitting on his knee for support, he decided it was time for the pampered prince Potter illusion to be laid to rest once and for all. He didn't want to show anything too terrible though so settled on two memories.
A seven-year-old Harry was awakened by someone jumping on the stairs and shouting 'time to get up freak!' when Harry turned on the light there were gasps all around as his 'room' became clearly visible, it was also clear from the sound of a bolt being drawn back the child was locked in there. Harry was then very busy, rushing about cooking a mountain of food for everyone else's breakfast while he received no more than a bit of dry toast for his labours.
The next memory showed a twelve-year-old Harry lying on what was no more than a cot, the bars on his window that imprisoned both him and Hedwig were clearly visible. When the watery soup and chunk of stale bread were passed through the flap fitted to his bedroom door, there was murder in the air at the Grangers home. Watching while the boy shared his meagre meal with the beautiful owl, apologising for not having anything better to give the bird was heart wrenching.
A sobbing elf appeared, "Dobby is so sorry that he caused those people to treat the great Harry Potter like that, Dobby wishes permission to punish himself for being a bad elf."
Hermione moved off Harry's knee as he hunkered down to try and comfort his distressed little friend. The significance of this move was not lost on Amelia or Augusta, for a wizard of Harry's position and rank to do this was unheard of. "Listen to me Dobby, you were trying to save my life. They have been trying to make me feel like a freak for as long as I can remember. They would just have found another excuse to punish me, either that or made one up. They are not nice people Dobby."
The time it took Harry to calm Dobby had allowed tempers to cool but also attitudes to harden, the Dursleys were in for one hell of a dinner party.
Remus though couldn't contain himself. "Harry, I know your parents wouldn't have sent you there. For various reasons, neither I nor your godparents were able to raise you but there were other options laid out in their will. They had faced Voldemort on three occasions, they understood how dangerous the times were and had made preparations."
Amelia interrupted, "Mr Lupin, I have researched this matter in an official capacity. The Potter wills were sealed by our chief warlock, Albus Dumbledore, allowing him to do whatever he wanted with Harry. I'm head of the DMLE yet I don't have the authority to read those wills."
Emma was shaking her head at the power the old wizard wielded in the magical community, "Madam Bones, you are making a very good case here for us leaving the country. If there was a magical school in the south of France our decision would be an easy one."
Augusta reluctantly supplied the information, "There is, it's called Beauxbatons!"
Harry just glanced at Hermione, "Guess we need to add French lessons to our summer work then?"
Hermione smiled at him, "I can already speak French though my written grasp of the language needs a lot of work. Mum and dad are both fluent and have dreamed of opening a practice there for years."
It was Neville who voiced all their fears, "You're leaving Hogwarts?"
Harry nodded, "It's looking that way Neville, I can't trust Dumbledore anymore and attending Hogwarts puts me under his control for almost ten months of the year. Madam Bones, I can show my memory of the chamber and by that time Ron should be here. We really need his take on what happened in the infirmary, neither mine nor Hermione's memories would be any use."
Amelia asked if he could supply the memory from when they approached Lockhart and two young witches had their crush on the handsome professor torn down and trampled upon. They were given a unique chance to see the difference between a real hero and a peacock who'd pretended he'd the 'heart of a lion'. The three students were now worried about returning to Hogwarts without Harry, he'd saved the school twice and none of them had any confidence in Dumbledore being willing or able to do the same.
-oOoOo-
Molly watched as her daughter got dressed to leave for the Grangers, even though Ginny deliberately didn't look in her direction, Molly couldn't help but comment.
"Ginny dear, why don't you wear your pretty blue dress? You look really lovely in it."
Ginny was not amused at her mum's suggestion, seeing right through her ploy. "Mum, I am going to the Grangers to get a lesson in defence, not play 'please notice me Harry!' With Susan Bones, Hannah Abbott and Luna there two, it could get a bid dangerous if we all make a play for Harry. Especially with his girlfriend there as well, Hermione can be quite scary when she has to be." The sarcasm went right over her mother's head though.
"You can't let a little competition put you off, if you want something then you need to go for it."
Ginny was becoming exasperated with covering the same ground over and over again. "Mum, what you fail to understand is that with Harry, there is no competition. He's made his decision and neither Ron nor me think he'll be changing his mind anytime soon."
Molly chuckled at her child's naivety, "He's only just becoming a teenager so a lot can happen in the future, especially if you really want it to!"
Ginny went so pale her freckles stood out almost black at the unspoken insinuation. "You put a potion anywhere near Harry Potter and I'll never forgive you. I actually agree with Percy, I'm ashamed of you mother."
Ron saved this blowing into a full-scale argument by shouting up the stairs, "Ginny, I'm calling Dobby now."
She brushed past her mother, glad to get away from the burrow for a while. The young girl had learned her lesson with that bloody diary though, this was too big for her to handle so she needed to talk to an adult about her mother. If she told her dad what her mum had hinted at, the entire family could end up broken, he was sure to go mental. Ginny wished Charlie or Bill were here, a letter wasn't going to be any good for what she needed to say.
Her brother and Dobby were waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs, Ginny Weasley was about to visit a muggle house for the very first time. Knowing Harry Potter was never going to be boring.
-oOoOo-
Luna had just been introduced to everyone when Dobby arrived back from the Burrow, Harry and Hermione went to greet their friends when they got a shock, Ron was almost standing to attention.
"Mr Potter, I have a letter here from the head of the Weasley family, our father, that is addressed to you." Ron held the letter straight out in front of him and Harry was at a loss, thankfully Luna had spotted his predicament.
The little blond was soon at his side, speaking quietly while passing on instructions. "This is pureblood customs here Harry, you have to acknowledge Ron as his father's representative, take and read the letter before supplying your answer. Only then can Ron relax and be himself again."
Harry nodded to Luna and couldn't miss the expression of relief on his friend's face. "Thank you Mr Weasley, if you just give me a minute to read this then I'll give you an answer."
Hermione was desperate to know what the letter said but, since this was between house Weasley and Potter, she daren't interfere.
Harry's brows went down as he was reading, a clear indication that he wasn't happy about something. "Mr Weasley, I wasn't the one who was insulted therefore I'm not the one who should be receiving an apology."
Ron had expected nothing less, "Mr Potter, my sister has a personal written apology for Miss Granger." Ginny stepped forward and handed an envelope to Hermione, she read the handwritten note and looked toward Harry to see how to proceed. He clearly indicated it was her show, she was the one insulted so she had to be the one deciding whether to accept the apology. Hermione also knew for certain that, should she not accept this apology, Harry would do exactly the same.
"Thank you Mr and Miss Weasley. Kindly inform your mother I accept her apology."
Harry responded in kind, "Please inform your head of house that house Potter accepts their apology for the slight on my girlfriend."
Ron and Ginny visibly relaxed, "Thanks Luna, I could see Harry didn't have a clue what was going on there and you rescued us."
Emma was now reading both letters and nodded her head in satisfaction. She was now glad she hadn't ripped Molly Weasley a new one, it must have hurt like hell for the bossy woman to write that apology.
Harry now had his arm around Ron's shoulders as he led him in the direction of the dining room, "Mate, I need you to show your memory of that night in the infirmary. We also need to have a talk because I don't think either Hermione or me will be going back to Hogwarts, I just can't trust Dumbledore anymore."
They had reached the dining room and Ron recognised both witches and said 'hi' to their classmates while working over what Harry had just said. "You really think things are that bad?"
"It's actually worse than we thought, Dumbledore has been keeping secrets from everyone. We're expecting Hedwig back shortly with the papers from McGonagall and hopefully my relatives will sign them tonight. We expect Dumbledore to try to stop me leaving but I've had enough of a school headmaster trying to run my life."
Amelia offered her thoughts on the matter. "I think the question I would like to know the answer to is why he feels the need to control your life. With all his other jobs, you'd think he would have enough to be getting on with."
Harry glanced toward his friends before commenting, "We actually know the answer to that but I think we should see Ron's memory first. It will show how much Dumbledore has been hiding and we had practically force the information from the old git."
Emma was in tears while Dan appeared ready to commit murder at the sight of Hermione petrified on the bed, both couldn't help but notice Harry sitting there holding her hand and talking with their daughter. A sleeping Harry's convulsions started immediately he was moved from Hermione's side and everyone watched in horror at Dumbledore's revelations. When he proclaimed Harry would have to be stopped from leaving the castle if he lost the battle with Voldemort, Hermione's answer was louder than she intended. "Over my dead body you old bastard!"
Not one person present doubted her conviction, watching as she fought her way to his bed while still barely conscious herself cemented that opinion. The change in Harry couldn't have been more pronounced and the tenderness that Hermione wiped the vile gunk that oozed from his scar had the two young Hufflepuffs and the young Ravenclaw present unknowingly agreeing with the sentiments Ginny had expressed to her mother earlier. There never was nor would there be a competition for the affections of Harry Potter, Hermione had that position all wrapped up.
Amelia was on her feet before she even noticed she'd moved, the revelation about soul pieces had the head of the DMLE in a rage. The indication that Dumbledore was aware of this and had failed to pass that information along had her swearing to skin the old bastard alive. She was pacing up and down like a caged lion, her notes forgotten for the moment.
As the memory finished playing Harry began speaking at once, hoping to distract two parents from the fact that he had been lying in bed with their daughter. "A prophecy was made concerning me and the dark lord, we've looked at it from every angle and are not sure of the implications. Dumbledore and Voldemort though have apparently no doubts. Death eater Snape heard the first part and told his master, that's why my parents were killed and I walk about with this scar. That's why Dumbledore is so insistent on running every part of my life, he thinks only he knows what's best for me. Strangely, he's been absolutely no help with my supposed task, just look at the last two defence professors he's chosen."
It was a nervous Neville who asked the question, "What is your task Harry?"
"Well Dumbledore is convinced that only I can kill Voldemort."
Dan and Emma had already heard this and thought it was ludicrous, they were pleased to see that was a view shared by the other adults present. Remus was barely controlling his temper, "James and Lily's deaths not enough for him? He wants to wipe out the entire Potter family."
Susan was troubled by something so decided to ask, "We've just watched Harry defeat him three times, counting the one when he was a baby that makes four. Surely he must be gone now?"
Amelia shook her head, "I don't know Susan but you can bet I'll be finding out. Remus, do you think you could take them for that lesson now?"
Remus understood there were things going to be discussed here that Amelia didn't want the kids to hear, Hermione led them out to the enclosed back garden.
Amelia sat there thinking it was hopeless but she had to make the attempt. "Mr and Mrs Granger, what I'm going to ask you might seem crazy but I would like you to hear me out before throwing me out. Is there any possible way you could leave your daughter enrolled at Hogwarts?"
Dan had found himself liking Amelia Bones but clearly she was as nutty as the rest of them. Before he could jump down her throat, she continued her spiel.
"Please let me explain, I understand sending Hermione to a Hogwarts with Dumbledore in charge is a total non-starter. Susan will be joining Hermione and Harry in France if he doesn't get booted out. I'm talking about Hogwarts under new management, someone whose only concerns are for the children's safety and education. A person who you will hopefully trust with the care of your daughter."
Dan was quick to cut Amelia off, "I'm sorry but I have very little confidence in McGonagall's ability to be much better, she's been embroiled in this mess almost as much as Dumbledore. She's those kids head of house and should have been looking out for them."
Amelia nodded in agreement, "Minerva's been working with Dumbledore too long, she can't differentiate between the legend and the man anymore."
It was Augusta's turn to ask. She had a vested interest in this new headmaster since she was on the board and her grandson was a student. "Just who did you have in mind Amelia?"
Amelia took a deep breath. This was it, time to put up or shut up. "Me!"
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Voldemort was exhausted but getting closer to his destination, he was forced to rest for the remainder of the day but would hopefully make Riddle Manor tomorrow, the next day at the very latest. He drew strength from this thought, he could have a living, breathing body soon. Voldemort was long past the stage of caring what that body looked like, he just couldn't wait to be able to perform magic once again.