Chapter 7
A/N as most of you already guessed, there will now be small 'time jumps' in order to get the kids onto the Hogwarts Express. I intend to do this by taking snapshots of important events in the lives of this story's main characters. Each snapshot will be dated to hopefully avoid confusion. This will take a couple of chapters as the story gradually becomes more about the kids and less about their parents.
Friday 24th June 1983 - St James Park, Central London.
James and Lily were watching the three kids as they fed the park's wildlife on their way toward the park café. While Harry, Hermione and Dudley were happily feeding the ducks and trying to entice a few squirrels down from the trees, Lily was speaking quietly with her husband about a subject they'd gone over many times before. "I'm still not convinced this is a good idea, tell me again why we're doing this?"
James was trying to hide the anger he was feeling, especially since that anger wasn't directed at his wife. He was every bit as concerned about this situation as Lily was. "Because this bitch threatened to take us to court for visitation rights. Our lawyers are certain she could never take Dudley away from us but warn she has a good case for visitation. By letting her see Dudley, we should be able to head off her claim that we're denying her access to her only nephew. Personally you know I agree with you, I don't want the bitch anywhere near our family. As Dudley gets older, his opinion will count for more if we ever get taken to a muggle court. We know she's only after him for the insurance money we put in Dudley's trust fund, a judge might decide otherwise."
Lily's anger was also simmering just beneath the surface, "I hate the fact that she's related to Dudley, the very thought of him being raised in that family makes me feel ill."
James sympathised with his wife, "I know love but we have to deal with this. Whether we like it or not, she's Dudley's aunt. That's why we brought the kids to London, I don't want her even knowing where we live."
The couple were interrupted by three giggling children who had come running back over, all scraps having been consumed by the greedy ducks. Ice cream had been promised and hands were held as the family made its way to the café inside the park.
Everyone voted for sitting outside but they had no sooner sat down with their treat and juice than a strange looking woman joined their company. Marge Dursley was almost as broad as she was tall with multiple chins that would require the fingers of both hands to count. This imposing vision was dressed in a heavy tweed suit that was bursting at the seams to contain her bulk and the sweat stains were clearly visible at the armpits.
Lily couldn't help but think that, even on a beautiful summers day and this idyllic setting, Marge Dursley could blot out the sun. This feat had very little to do with her immense girth, more her dementor like ability to suck all the warmth and any scrap of happiness out of whatever environment she entered.
Marge barely allowed time for polite introductions before going straight onto the offensive. "Why was I not allowed to see my nephew yesterday on his third birthday, not to mention only being allowed to send cards or gifts through those blasted lawyers?"
Lily was quick to answer. "Yesterday, Dudley had all his friends over for his birthday, it was quite hectic. We felt you would prefer time to talk to your nephew and that wouldn't have been possible yesterday. I don't think Dudley sat down for more than two minutes all day. With the good weather, they were all outside in the garden playing games."
Marge then addressed the boy directly, "Hello Dudley, I'm your aunt Marge. You might not remember me, it's been so long since I was last allowed to see you."
Dudley nodded his head in understanding, all three children had been told to be on their best behaviour today. "Yes, I remember you aunt Marge. Mum and dad told me all about you. Thank you for the cards and presents you've sent me."
The large woman was incensed. "They are not your mum and dad, your father was my brother."
James swiftly intervened. "Dudley is well aware that Lily and I are not his parents. He asked if he could call us mum and dad, were we supposed to say no?"
Lily was aware her husband was on a short fuse today, she tried to calm the waters. "The kids have a friend Susan who also lost her parents, she only has an aunt to look after her. Dudley wanted a mum and dad, you can be sure he will know all about his mother from me."
Marge though was just getting into her stride and wasn't for being so easily deflected from a confrontation. "You wanted me to have time with Dudley yet brought two other kids along? Just how are you going to tell him about his mother? I never heard Petunia mention her sister."
Lily was determined to keep her cool. "Petunia and I kind of drifted our separate ways for a few years, we were moving in different circles. Our two boys though are more like brothers than cousins and Hermione goes everywhere with them. They've been inseparable for nearly two years now and, as Hermione lives next door, they're always together."
Marge had her own interpretation of 'different circles'. "So you really are a Lady, married to a Lord? No wonder my bloody useless lawyers keep getting blocked. I can't believe Petunia never told me that little detail, she never was one who could keep juicy gossip to herself."
All pretence at patience left the petite redhead, she was not about to let this bitch insult the memory of her sister. "My sister was a lot deeper than most people gave her credit for, there was more to Petunia Evans Dursley than you ever thought possible."
It wasn't that James didn't want to see Lily curse this woman into next week, it just wouldn't fit in with what they were trying to achieve here today. He interrupted before any magic was used. "Excuse me Miss Dursley, I was under the impression that you were here today to visit with your nephew. Perhaps you should try doing that, instead of interrogating us."
Marge so wanted to snap right back at this turd but her lawyers had warned her, losing her temper would be the worst thing she could do. To stand any chance of gaining custody of her nephew, and her brother's money, she would have to appear a good parent. She noticed the three children all staring at her and couldn't help but concede they were immaculately dressed in expensive yet casual clothes. Marge also thought her nephew was far too skinny, she'd soon fatten him up to a more normal size.
Marge now attempted a charm offensive on the kids. Unfortunately, to a three year old child, it made her appear even scarier. "Well my little nephy poo, how do you like living with the Potters?"
No one present could fail to see Dudley's entire face light up with pleasure at that question. "Oh I love it, our home is pure magic! We get to see all our friends nearly every day. Aunt Emma and Uncle Dan are always around too. Remus and Sirius are loads of fun, we have a great time."
Marge was floundering with the sincerity in that answer, she couldn't see any judge taking a child away from a place like that. She was just about to ask who these relatives were when the little girl spoke, very politely too.
"Emma and Dan are my parents, as Aunt Lily said we live right next door. Our parents joined the two gardens together and gave us a massive play area out back, all our friends love it too."
She could see this was going to be a hard sell so Marge pulled out her big guns, all children loved animals. "Do you like dogs Dudley? I have my own kennels on my property and breed bulldogs."
Dudley's eyes also lit up at this subject. "Oh we all love dogs. We've got Paddy, he's magic too!"
This positive response to dogs was the first thing that had gone right for Marge so far, she pushed ahead. "That's wonderful, what breed of dog is Paddy?"
James jumped in, terrified the kids would say any more. "Paddy isn't what you would call any specific breed of dog, I suppose mongrel describes him best."
Lily was now struggling not to laugh, anticipating explaining this conversation to Sirius later. Marge however, wasn't in the slightest amused.
"All mongrels should be drowned at birth! It's the only way to protect the purity of the breeds. I hope you've at least been responsible and had him neutered?"
Hermione took these remarks to heart. She'd no idea what neutered meant but 'drowned at birth' was self-explanatory. The little girl couldn't contain her outburst. "Paddy is the best dog in the whole wide world! That just shows you know nothing about dogs." The tears started because Aunt Lily and Uncle James had asked them all to be on their best behaviour and she'd let them down. She just couldn't imagine anyone being cruel enough to do that to an animal. Hermione felt an arm go around her and knew without looking it was Harry.
She couldn't see Harry glaring at this strange and rude woman but Dudley could. Dudley was sitting waiting on the fireworks that were sure to be coming since this aunt of his made Hermione cry. Nobody did that to Hermione, not when Harry was there anyway. Then he noticed mum's hand gripping Harry's shoulder, she was also whispering in his ear. Mum may be stopping Harry from doing anything but there were no restrictions on him, there was also no one paying attention as he lifted his juice. This aunt was going to find out that it wasn't just Harry who looked after Hermione, no one was going to make her cry in front of Dudley either. Not without him doing something about it. His juice was still more than half full and a good part of that was crushed ice, he emptied the lot onto his aunt's lap.
"No one makes Hermione cry, you're a bad witch!"
Marge shot up in shock from the freezing liquid and crushed ice that just soaked through her tweed skirt. "Why you little…"
The large woman suddenly had a face full of Lily Potter. "Don't you dare say anything about my boy!"
Marge Dursley gave her a wicked smile, "Ah, but that's the whole crux of the matter, isn't it? He's not your boy! After what I've witnessed here today, I'm confident my lawyers can get me custody of my nephew. He's obviously receiving no discipline where he is, I won't stand by and watch him become a waster."
That was quite enough for James, he was through pandering to this bitch. The gloves were definitely now off. "Listen to me Miss Dursley, you go right ahead with your lawyers. The more money they take off you, the less chance there is of you ever getting near our Dudley. Your kennel business is already floundering and, as it's also your home, you could find yourself out on the street very shortly. A single woman with no home and no income is never going to be awarded custody of Dudley, not while we draw breath. All Dudley's inheritance is tied up and can't be touched until he's older."
Marge grabbed her handbag with the intention of storming off, she had to leave a parting threat first. "The next time we meet will be in court, I'm looking forward to it. His court appointed legal guardian can undo anything you have set up for Dudley. He's the only link I have left to my brother and I wont give this up."
Dudley was apologetic as she left, "I'm really sorry dad. I know you wanted us to be on our best behaviour but that woman was really horrible. They couldn't force me to leave you and go to live with her, could they?"
James moved beside the now frightened child. "No son, we would never let that happen. Even if the courts were crazy enough to grant her wishes, you've seen what we can do. We would come and get you and she wouldn't even know you were gone. We're trying to do it within the non-magical law so you can all go to school, that doesn't mean we wont break it if they try to take you away from us."
Harry and Hermione appeared at his other side. "Thanks for that Dud, I so wanted to see that woman end up in the lake but mum wouldn't let me. At least she ended up wet."
Dudley smiled at them both. "That's ok Harry, nobody makes Hermione cry and gets away with it. Not while we're here."
This earned Dudley wide smiles and a kiss on the cheek from the young lady in question. James and Lily were getting them ready to move, some more duck feeding and then the tube home. The Potters had been holding their lawyers back because this woman was 'family', threatening to take Dudley away removed that barrier. They had been having Marge Dursley investigated for the past six months. They knew exactly how many nights she was too drunk to make it up the stairs and slept on the couch. They may want Dudley to keep his father's name, that didn't mean they wanted him going anywhere near the last remaining Dursley.
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Monday 25th August 1985 – Granger Residence, Crawley.
Emma watched on as her daughter zoomed along the track contained in the combined Potter/Granger back gardens. Hermione wore bright red shorts, a multi-coloured top and her long hair pulled back into a pony tail that trailed down her back. The most important thing for Emma though was the wide smile she wore on her face, Hermione couldn't be happier and neither could her mother.
A luminous yellow bicycle with streamers coming out the handle bar grips had superseded Hermione's beloved tricycle. There was also a custom made basket on the front since 'Paddy' liked to ride her bike too. Emma was glad Lily could do cleaning charms. The toy dog still appeared like brand new whereas the constant trips it would have needed into her washing machine over the last four years would have seen poor Paddy falling to bits by now.
As Hermione raced her two best friends around the track, Emma couldn't help but think her daughter was a picture postcard vision of what a happy child should be. It might be a touch more on the tomboy side than Emma was prepared for but then again, both her best friends were boys. The proud mother could easily while away the hours simply watching the children play and practically did so every Monday.
Neville, Luna and Susan were sitting on the swings and climbing frame that the track circled around, shouting encouragement to their friends while awaiting their turn. Each had their own bike, there just wasn't enough room on the track for the six of them to race at the same time. It was still a back garden after all, albeit a massive one!
Susan's aunt had heard about their arrangement early on from Frank and Alice and had asked to join, the kids spent every Thursday at the Bones residence.
Lily appeared with sandwiches, juice and fruit for the hungry tribe, the kids had their own picnic area beside the climbing frame. The track was a later and much welcome addition. Next summer, the 'menfolk' had promised to build the kids a treehouse up in the old oak that sat in the corner of their garden. Emma had been concerned about this until Lily explained some of the safety charms she would be placing around it, falling out the treehouse and onto a cushioning charm didn't seem so bad.
Emma sighed, "I'm really going to miss this time with the kids, I can't believe they're all starting school next week."
Lily was now standing beside her friend, both watching as a bunch of energetic kids demolished the lunch she'd just provided. "I know exactly what you mean Emma, I think all of us mothers feel the same way. Even Amelia, who wasn't expecting to find herself raising a child, has been surprised at how much she has enjoyed the children's company."
"I'm surprised how much the kids are looking forward to starting school, they're all excited and don't appear in the least apprehensive."
Lily agreed but thought she knew why. "I'm certain it's because they'll all be there together and in the same class. The six of them make up nearly a quarter of the class. Both James and I are taking the day off so we can see them attending their first day of school."
Emma planned to be there too, it was slightly easier when you were your own bosses. "Have you told McGonagall your decision yet?"
It was Lily's turn to sigh, "James owled her the bad news yesterday. Neither of us is ready to teach full time yet, us at Hogwarts a couple of days a week gives Minerva and Filius time to do the administration needed for running the school. Perhaps we'll change our minds when the kids get older, we won't be changing anything for a good few years at least."
Their husbands then joined the two wives, Dan had been closing their practice on a Monday afternoon from the moment their childcare schedule had been finalised. Watching Hermione play with her five friends was something Dan could never get enough of. The Potter and Granger parents had been determined to give their kids as normal a childhood as possible, Dan couldn't help but think they had done a good job so far.
That the three kids spending alternate nights staying in each other's houses had very quickly just become a way of life for the two families. One night of peace and quiet was followed by children's voices and always laughter. It may not have suited everyone but for them it worked to as near perfection as you were likely to get.
Harry and Hermione mostly slept in their own beds now. If one of them was restless or had a nightmare, the other would inevitably make their way to their bestist friend and offer comfort. How could a father have a problem with that? Hermione's incidents of accidental magic had practically ceased, she now needed to be really upset before the lights as much as flickered. Long gone were the days when they thought she was going to bring the house down on top of them.
Dudley had become their constant companion and the trio got on really well together, they weren't like siblings in that they very rarely argued and he'd never seen them fighting.
James was also watching the kids whizz past but his thoughts were moving in a different direction. "I can't wait to see those two on brooms, Hermione is fearless on that bike!"
Emma was immediately concerned, strangely not for her daughter. "Are you sure Dudley is ready for that? He knows he's different but I would hate to see their friendship tested over this."
James shared her concern but had also made arrangements to offset any potential resentment or jealousy. "Dudley will be able to fly on a broom, just not on his own. Remus, Sirius and I will take him up with us until the kids are a bit older. After that, he'll always be able to hitch a ride."
Lily interrupted him, "Do you think those two will still have time to play with the kids? Remus has been very busy with the business while Aurora is claiming all Sirius's attention at the moment."
"You know the joke shop is busy at this time of the year, all the kids need to stock-up on pranking supplies before heading off to Hogwarts. As to the Sirius situation, since you engineered the whole 'let's introduce Sirius to Aurora' thing, then I think it would be hypocritical for you to complain about it now."
Dan still smiled everytime they mentioned their business, owning a joke shop! Sirius and James had bought control of an existing business and put Remus in charge of it. At the time, Dan had thought they were just creating a job for their best friend. Apparently, the renamed and overhauled Zonko's now made a fortune.
James also had other ideas to prevent any rifts in their family. "I've also sourced some small trail bikes with tiny engines and am having a track built at the Manor. They make a lot of noise without going too much faster than Hermione coming downhill on that yellow flying machine she has at the moment. The kids will all love them."
Lily thought this was a great idea but wasn't about to let her husband off the hook concerning his best friend. "What's that been for Sirius and Aurora now, four months? That must be some kind of record for him."
James was remaining firmly non-committal under the smirks of the two women. "Sirius and Aurora get on very well together, try not to look so smug about it dear."
Lily was trying to appear stern but failing miserably because her matchmaking was working so well. Now, if only she could get Remus interested in Amelia! Lily burst out laughing at the thought of them as a couple.
"Oh hell Dan, when my wife gets that look in her eyes, then it's time to head for the hills!"
Dan was also chuckling along with his friend, comfortable at continuing their banter. "Emma's the exact same James. Not content with snagging the perfect man for herself, she wants to see everyone else married off too!"
Emma came right back at them, her tongue firmly in her cheek. "When I think of what we've got, how could I not wish everyone to have the same?"
Lily was again struggling with her laughter as she pretended to be serious. "I know it's not our turn for the kids tonight Emma but we would be happy to take them if you two needed some alone time."
James came right back at his wife, wearing a pretend pout. "And what about our alone time Mrs Potter? I was looking forward to having my wife all to myself this evening."
"Oh Emma, I'll have to withdraw our services. My wonderful husband has just offered to take me out for dinner and dancing!"
James appeared to have been hit with a confundus charm. "I never said such a thing!"
Lily kissed him tenderly on the cheek. "You might not have said the words darling but I knew what you meant. My answer of course is yes. I'm really looking forward to my night out on the town with my handsome husband." This earned James another kiss before she turned toward Emma. "Perhaps you could help me choose what to wear tonight? I need to look my best."
The two women walked away and didn't get ten yards before bursting out laughing at their perceived victory.
Dan was now shaking his head in admiration. "Why do we even bother? Have we ever won against those two? You do realise you'll have to take Lily out now?"
James had a wide smile on his face. "To answer your questions, no, I don't think we've ever won. When it means I get to spend the evening in the company of a beautiful woman, I really don't mind losing. It's not exactly a hardship and I feel like celebrating anyway."
Dan's eyebrows shot up, "You closed the deal?"
James nodded. "We sold the property to a muggle land developer, cleared all our costs and are already in profit with another eleven properties still in our portfolio. Buying all those death eater properties at bargain basement prices will make the Potters and Blacks a fortune. You can bet Sirius will be wining and dining Aurora tonight."
"It's easy to forget that you both are titled and very wealthy. I will say I sleep better at night knowing that if anything should ever happen to me and Emma, Hermione would be well taken care of by you and Lily."
James actually looked embarrassed and decided it was time to get something off his chest. "I'm glad you feel that way and you know we both think of her as our daughter too. So much so that I did something I've been meaning to tell you about for quite a while now."
Dan was now wondering what was coming next, James didn't keep him waiting. "When we set up Dudley's trust fund I didn't want it to one day make a difference between our boys, I set the exact same fund up for Harry."
Dan was nodding, he knew that and was wondering where James was going with this. Again he didn't have long to wait as James just blurted it out.
"Using the exact same reasoning, I didn't want it to make a difference with Hermione either. I set up an identical fund for her as well!"
Dan was flabbergasted. "Just what size of fund are we talking here?"
James was relieved Dan appeared to be taking this so well. "With the life insurances, house insurance and a couple of other things, I rounded it off to a quarter of a million pounds, sterling. That's why that Dursley bitch was so keen to get custody of Dudley, she wanted control of the money. Our lawyers put paid to her attempts for good. Last we heard she was working in a local dairy farm, living in a tied cottage and barely making enough to keep herself in cheap vodka."
Dan hadn't heard the rest of what James had said, his brain couldn't get over the number he just mentioned. "Our Hermione's got a quarter of a million in the bank?"
"Oh no Dan, that was four years ago. It's a lot more than that now!"
"James, I don't know what to say?"
"Say you'll tell Emma for me! Take her out tomorrow night for a champagne evening and then break the news when she's merry. I'll tell Lily tonight!"
"You didn't even tell Lily? Tell me this isn't some pureblood bride price thing James? I would be very angry if I thought it was."
"Dan, this is one thing you and I agree on, there isn't enough gold in the world to buy that girl. I just want to offer them a measure of independence and have all the options open to them. Lily and I got married in the middle of a war, our options were limited by that. These three will have the world at their feet."
Dan glanced back over at the kids, their three were now sitting on the swings while Neville, Luna and Susan shot around the track on their bikes. The Potters lives might have been saved that Halloween night by Hermione inviting Harry back to play, the Grangers hadn't done too badly from that event either. He dreaded to think of the outcome if Hermione hadn't immediately taken to Harry James. He would have some flowers delivered to his wife tomorrow and then take Emma to their favourite restaurant before telling her of their friend's generosity. He expected tears, hell he was almost crying himself!
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In a small but n ben outside Glengarry, a certain old wizard was also almost crying too, but for a very different reason. Albus was quite comfortable in his tiny cottage and had all the comforts of home, all except one. It had been over three and a half years since Albus Dumbledore had spoken to another human being.
Like everyone who worked in education, Albus had two calendars in his head. New Year might still be the first of January but a more important date would always be the first of September. That was when the real New Year started, a new year at Hogwarts! That he wasn't going to be there again this year to influence those young minds left Albus feeling sorry for himself, the isolation of his not so new life was beginning to wear him down.
He was still faced with the same old problem though, until Voldemort returned Albus Dumbledore was forced to live as an exile in his own country.
His eyes glanced over to the gilded framed front page of the Daily Prophet that was the only item hanging on the cottage walls. Albus couldn't remember the words but that didn't matter, he was willing to bet no one else could either. That's because the caricature that dominated the page simply demanded all your attention.
Throughout history, caricatures had been used to destroy reputations and even help bring down governments. The one of Albus Pariah of Witches and Babies Dumbledore was devastating. It portrayed him as a kind of psychotic Stromboli, the most evil puppet master ever to walk on the planet. Being a magical caricature meant it not only moved, but changed scene too.
A leering giant Dumbledore towered over a scene that was obviously the Potters confronting Voldemort with Albus pulling all the strings. That the paper had no idea what happened that night had never stopped them printing whatever they wanted before and didn't seem to matter here either. The Potters puppets broke their strings and escaped, leaving Voldemort and Dumbledore enraged.
The scene then revolved like a stage play to that of the Longbottoms confrontation against the Lestranges, again Albus was working all the puppets until the Longbottoms snapped their strings too. When the puppet master then presided over the Wizengamot, the string pulling reached a frantic level.
That single cartoon destroyed over a century of good works. That piece of shit would be all anyone in the magical community would ever remember about him and that was unacceptable to Albus.
It hung framed on his wall for two reasons, one was to pull him out of a funk on days like today. The other was to have it handy when he eventually defeated Voldemort and made his triumphant return to wizarding Britain. He intended to ram the vile cartoon right up Peter White's arse without removing it from the sturdy frame. Albus would then take a picture of that and it would then have pride of place on his wall. He might even consider selling it to the Prophet, see if it could boost their sales! 'Editor Framed' was a headline Albus dreamed about. To be honest, he'd nothing else to do.
Chapter 8
Monday 2nd September. St Andrews P. S. Crawley.
Harry, Hermione, Dudley and Neville were enjoying their first ever break at their new school. The kids were desperate to do a bit of exploring but were currently waiting on Susan and Luna, both girls had been experiencing a completely different type of desperate. That the six made up almost a quarter of the primary one class at St Andrews had them settling in very quickly. The lovely sunny day was calling to them through the large glass windows of the single story brick structure. While they waited, the three boys couldn't help but smile as Hermione raved about how much she'd enjoyed her first class and was looking forward to more.
The smiles changed the instant that a voice they all knew well cried out in obvious pain. The four were moving at speed in the direction of the shout without a word having to be spoken between them. They rounded a corner to see a large boy with blond hair was currently trying to part Luna from hers. "Listen squirt, when I say I want your lunch money, you hand it over. That's the way things work here."
His two friends were laughing while holding Susan by the arms. The four showed no intention of slowing down as they raced along the corridor.
"Oh, what's this? Your little friends…"
The big bully's words were cut off and his grip on Luna's hair broken when Dudley and Neville hit him. There were no punches thrown or fighting moves used, their concern for getting Luna free saw them just run straight into him at speed. The top of Dudley's head caught the bigger boy just above his chin and burst his mouth open. Neville's shoulder hit the big blond in the chest as all three ended up on the ground, the two younger on top.
Harry and Hermione flew at the other two that were holding Susan. Both these boys had witnessed what just happened to their friend so now knew these kids weren't going to stop. They aimed punches at their inrushing would-be attackers. Susan was struggling like crazy now and it threw their aim off. Harry was missed completely as he barged into the bigger boy, forcing him to release his grip on Susan to maintain his balance. Hermione wasn't so lucky and the boy's punch caught her on the cheek. Her yelp of pain signalled a change in the fight as both bigger boys suddenly found themselves knocked off their feet and about five yards along the corridor. Harry was standing there, fists clenched and seething with anger when a shout froze them all in place.
"What's going on here?" Demanded a teacher they hadn't met yet, effectively ending the fight.
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Duncan Murdock was used to getting his own way. His father was a local shop owner and, more importantly, leader of the local council. He wasn't sure what happened earlier but someone was going to pay for it. Duncan's lips were burst, one tooth was broken and at least one more knocked loose. He didn't really have to fake the tears as he spun his story about being violently attacked in the corridor, Duncan was in a lot of pain and not getting much sympathy from the headmistress.
The three ten year old boys thought they would rule the school this year, only to be knocked on their arses by a gang of five year olds on their first day back. Duncan wasn't worried though, after today the six of them would be gone from St Andrews. Between his BAFTA winning performance in the headmistress's office and his father's influence, those primary one brats were toast! There was no other outcome possible.
They were dismissed and walked out the office, past the six who had attacked them. Duncan would have liked to give them all an evil grin but that wasn't possible at the moment. He was waiting on his father arriving to take him to the dentist, confident in the fact that he'd never see these little thugs again.
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Claire Stewart had been a teacher for twenty-nine years, the last eight of them as headmistress of St Andrews, yet had never seen anything like this. Six primary one children allegedly attacking three older boys they'd never met before. Entirely unprovoked, and on their very first day of school too? There was something fishy about this and Claire was determined to get to the bottom of it. To add even more intrigue, all six students were listed under two local addresses yet appeared unrelated.
Jenny in the office was trying to get hold of some parents but it was time to have a talk with the kids. As they filed into her room, she couldn't help but notice that the three girls had been crying, and the three boys were trying to comfort them, most unusual.
Claire tried to put them at ease, she wanted to get to the truth here and needed the group to relax and be comfortable. Getting into a fight and then ending up in the headmistress's office on their first day must be quite traumatic for them.
"I'm Mrs Stewart, your headmistress. As this is your first day and we don't know one another yet, could you tell me a little about yourselves? I'm particularly interested in why you are all listed at only two addresses."
Dudley was sitting with a bump on his head and blood on his new St Andrews school jumper. He decided to speak first. "I live with Harry and we're cousins, Hermione lives next door. We grew up with Neville, Susan and Luna as all our parents and guardians used to share childcare one day a week and work the rest. We all wanted to go to the same school and, because three of us stayed close to St Andrews, we all came here."
The kids had all been well coached on how to answer these types of questions, they just didn't think they would need to do it today with the headmistress. Neville went next, "Harry's mum is my godmother and both my parents work with Susan's guardian."
Luna chipped in with her bit. "My mum is best friends with both Neville's and Harry's mum, they've been best friends since they all went to school together."
Hermione couldn't sit there and not say anything. "I met Harry when we were at the baby and toddler clinic, we've been best friends ever since. Uncle James bought the house next door to ours and we live in both."
The knock on the door stopped any more being said as Jenny introduced the Potters before showing them into the room. "Ah, Mr and Mrs Potter, I'm Mrs Stewart. I'm pleased you're here as I was just about to ask the children what happened today. Will any of the other parents be joining us?"
"I think you'll find that the Grangers and Potters are listed as the emergency contacts for the whole group. After dropping the kids off this morning, the Grangers had to return to work, we weren't expecting an emergency on the first day." Lily was now hunkered down, examining the forming bruise on Hermione's cheek and not missing the blood on Dudley's jumper. "I'm also very interested in what happened here. We left our children in your care yet find Hermione bruised and Dudley bloody!"
Dudley tried to put her mind at rest. "It's not my blood mum, the big prat had Luna by the hair."
Luna gave a weak smile, "He didn't know my friends were just around the corner waiting on us."
Susan started the story from the beginning. "Luna and me had gone to the toilet. On the way back, we were so busy chatting that we never saw the three boys. Luna bumped into one of them and apologised right away. He quickly grabbed her by the hair and said sorry wasn't good enough, it was going to cost Luna her lunch money. We both said no way and the other two grabbed me by the arms, the biggest one now pulled Luna's hair harder and made her cry out. I was struggling to get free and then I spied these four coming racing round the corner. Neville and Dudley pushed the boy off Luna. Harry knocked the boy down on my right but the one still holding my left managed to punch Hermione in the face before Harry could get to him. When he knocked the last one down, the teacher came and shouted."
Lily was certain how Harry had managed to knock both boys down and wanted to direct attention away from it. "Dudley, how did you get blood on your school jumper?"
"My head hit the boy in the mouth and then Neville and me landed on top of him."
James was also keen to wrap this up before awkward questions could be asked. "Headmistress, what happens now?"
Claire thought carefully about her answer before replying. "I've already spoken to the three older boys. As you can imagine, they told a slightly different story. I would like to assure you, St Andrews doesn't tolerate bullying in any form so I will be making arrangements to speak to them again." Both parents and the six kids were pleased to hear this but Claire wasn't finished yet. "I feel that I must point out that had the children fetched a teacher, the problem would have been quickly dealt with. I can appreciate seeing their friends in that situation could influence their decision, that doesn't change the fact that it was the wrong one. As this is their first day, I'm prepared to let this incident go with just a talking too. Do you all agree?"
Lily and James both nodded their heads as he children appeared relieved. James attempted to explain their actions. "These children have been raised together since they were toddlers. It's understandable they would react that way when one of them was being bullied. We'll have a good talk about it when we get them home."
Claire was happy with that. She fully expected to hear from the senior Murdock today but she would be ready for him. Finding out his precious and perfect son had been 'beaten up' by two five year olds would have his blood pressure rising.
The kids were all leaving school with their heads down until James cheered them up. "I think after that, we could all do with some ice cream! Just don't mention it to the Grangers."
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Dan was currently treating young Duncan in his chair. Unfortunately though, he had no way to shut up Larry. The boy's father loved the sound of his own voice, especially when he could climb on his soap box about something. Larry had been elected to lead the council and treated the appointment as if he'd been awarded the scarlet and ermine robes of the House of Lords.
"I can promise you Daniel, I'll soon get to the bottom of this. St Andrews has always been the best school in Crawley but that headmistress has let the place go to pot. Gangs of hooligans now roaming the corridors of a primary school? I shall be demanding action. When decent children like my Duncan and his friends can't walk through the school safely, then something must be done."
Having to work through his lunch break to deal with this emergency was bad enough, being forced to endure this blowhard too was above and beyond the call of dental duty.
His thoughts, and Duncan's examination, were interrupted by Emma bursting into the room. "I just got a call from Lily, three older bullies picked on Luna and Susan today. The other four got into the fight and burst one of the bullies mouths but Hermione got punched in the face!"
Emma and Dan glanced at both father and son before Dan made the decision. "I'm sorry Larry but you'll have to find a new dentist. That someone the age and size of your boy here could punch my little girl! Well, just take your son and get out."
Larry couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Are you accusing my son of being a bully? I'll have you know..."
Emma wasn't about to listen to this prick spout any more of his crap, especially in their own surgery during their lunch break. "Let me tell you something Larry, we've known all those children involved, and their parents, since the kids were toddlers. Harry and Dudley's parents are Lord and Lady Potter, Susan's guardian is a chief inspector with the police. Neville's parents are officers in her department. Luna's mum is a research scientist while her dad is a newspaper editor. None of them are going to be intimidated by the empty threats of a local councillor, neither are we! Take your bully of a son and get him out of our surgery, it's still our decision who we take on as patients."
"Come on Duncan, it's time we changed to better dentists anyway. I shall be contacting headmistress Stewart to ensure this matter gets investigated fully. I will not stand by and watch my son being cast in the role of a bully, nor do I believe a word of what you just said. If there was a lord staying in Crawley, I would certainly know about it!"
Both marched out their surgery as Dan spoke softly to his wife. "How's Hermione?"
"She's got a bruise on her cheek but otherwise ok, she's been hurt worse coming off that bike of hers. Lily took the pain away but didn't want to heal the bruise as Hermione will have school tomorrow. They got the kids out of there before anyone could ask how Harry managed to dump two bigger boys on their bums."
This generated a smile from the parents, both could easily imagine Harry's reaction to anyone hitting Hermione.
Emma lost her smile as she described what had actually happened. "Duncan must have been the one who grabbed Luna by the hair. Lily said Dudley's head hit the bully in the mouth as he and Neville tackled the boy to the floor. Lily and James are taking the six of them to Fortescue's."
That returned the smiles, Hermione would probably think a bruise on the cheek was worth it for a sundae.
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Harry was climbing into bed but James could see something was still troubling his son. "Dad, I'm sorry but when that boy punched Hermione, I couldn't help myself."
James lovingly ruffled his son's hair. "Harry, in the circumstances I would expect nothing less. Never let worrying about anyone's reactions stop you from protecting our girl. That's always the most important thing."
Harry smiled and gave a 'thanks dad' but there was something else there. "Dad, why are we not allowed to tell Uncle Dan and Aunt Em about the ice cream? I don't think I could lie to them dad."
"And you'll never have to Harry. They knew where we were today, I was just making a bad dentist joke."
Harry appeared relieved, "So they know we went to Fortescue's?"
"Yes Harry, parents know everything. Just as I know Hermione is standing outside your door, with Paddy under her arm and waiting for me to leave."
Hermione decided, since she was already busted, just to march right in there. Paddy found himself placed at the bottom of the bed since she would be cuddling into Harry tonight. She climbed in with Harry and snuggled.
James kissed both of them on the forehead before leaving them to get some sleep, they'd had an exciting day.
Dudley was also trying to apologise and getting the same response from his mum. "Don't worry about it Dudley, standing up for your friends is always the right thing to do. I'm proud of you son."
Dudley was also troubled by something he didn't understand. "Mum, why did that boy pick on someone smaller than him, a girl too?"
"There are lots of reasons why people bully Dudley but their victims are always smaller or weaker than they are. If he picked on someone his own size, he would probably have gotten beaten up. Well, beaten up worse than you and Neville did to him."
This put a smile on Dudley's face as his mum kissed him on the forehead and left. Lily met her husband on the landing. "Is there any point in checking our Hermione's room?"
Lily was smiling as she asked the question and was answered by a grinning husband. "We always knew today was going to be a big one for them, and that was before the fight."
Lily was now struggling not to giggle. "We were thinking St Andrews wouldn't know what hit it when the six of them went to school. It looked like Duncan Murdock didn't know quite what hit him either."
Both walked off, arm in arm and headed for bed. They had the kids for two nights and then they needed to make their way to Hogwarts as Dan and Emma took over the parenting role. Life was good for their extended family.
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Friday 13th November 1987. Crouch Residence.
Barty was enjoying a rare glass of firewhiskey. After his wife's death, his habit of an occasional nightcap had rapidly escalated to every night and then more than one glass. The minister of magic had to be as ruthless with himself as he was in his dealings with other people, he'd stopped drinking completely.
Tonight was a special occasion though, Rabastan Lestrange had gotten himself kissed by a dementor as he tried to escape. That only left Bellatrix from the group that his son was supposed to be part of. Barty thought it would be better if she lived for many years yet. Losing her master, husband, leg and freedom in such a short space of time had pushed the bitch over the edge. While her sanity before these events was already questionable, there were now no doubts. Bellatrix Lestrange was certified as an insane psychotic killer and would only leave Azkaban in a wooden box.
The new minister had quietly made changes at the wizarding prison, starting with the warden. John Quinn reminded Barty of himself, the man had lost his entire family to the death eaters and revenge was all he had left. The warden would personally ensure that the ten years they spent under his care would be their worst, or perhaps their last, decade on this Earth.
Since taking over Azkaban, every member of staff that John had appointed had all suffered loss at the hands of the death eaters. He now had a very loyal and motivated staff under him.
Azkaban could be counted on to whittle the death eater numbers down even further, with those who do survive their full ten year term being unrecognisable as the people who entered the prison. All Barty had to do was sit back and not look too closely at some of the reports that passed over his desk.
John was being very careful not to have any recognisable patterns emerge so Barty was counting on another three or four death eaters not seeing out their full prison term. Now that was something worth drinking to.
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Saturday 16th July 1988. Potter/Granger residence, Crawley.
Harry was complaining bitterly about having to wear a skirt, that was until Hermione said she thought he looked handsome in his kilt. Dudley tried not to laugh at the sudden change that came over Harry, he would be wanting to wear it all the time now.
Both mothers were positioning the three of them to take photograph after photograph. The two boys in their identical kilts and Hermione in a periwinkle blue dress, a dress that drew compliments from her best friends. Dan and James were also bedecked in Black tartan kilts as the families got ready to portkey up to Hogwarts.
The wedding of Sirius Black to Hogwarts professor Aurora Sinistra was one of the biggest events of the summer. The kids were all happy about getting a new aunt they liked very much, they were also going to be visiting the school they'd heard so much about. All six friends were soon sitting together inside the great hall, not knowing where to look first as they were surrounded by wonders.
Lily, Emma and Maia had no such trouble, they were all gathered around Alice or rather the little bundle she carried in her arms. Two-month-old Jane Longbottom was the unknowing main attraction, until the bride showed up. All three women had already offered Alice that they would care for the little girl when she wanted to return to work.
When the music started, gasps were heard as the beautiful bride slowly made her way to the front of the great hall where a kilted Sirius and Remus waited on her. Harry felt Hermione's hand slip into his as they watched the ceremony. They hated having to have even more pictures taken, loved the food, got bored with the speeches yet enjoyed the dancing. It was three happy but tired kids who eventually went to bed at the Grangers.
It was late when Harry made his way to Hermione and Paddy was relegated to the foot of the bed once more. They snuggled as usual but Harry had something important he wanted to say before they fell asleep.
"Hermione, I asked my mum why Sirius was getting married to Aunt Aurora. She told me it was because they loved each other and wanted to spend the rest of their lives together, is that right?"
Hermione nodded her head in the darkness, "I think so Harry."
Harry didn't think his mum would mislead him but wanted to check with Hermione first. He was now more determined than ever to ask what he needed to. "Hermione, will you marry me?"
The little girl gave it some thought before answering. "Harry, I think we're too young to get married."
Harry was now the one deep in thought. "You'll be older on your birthday, will that be old enough?"
Hermione had to concede that she didn't know for sure but still didn't think she'd be old enough.
Harry's brow was now knitted in a mixture of concentration and determination. "Well then, I'll just ask you every birthday until you think we're old enough!"
Hermione wore a wide smile. "That's brilliant! I love that idea Harry James."
It was two smiling children who were soon fast asleep, contently cuddling into each other.
-oOoOo-
Tuesday 9th May 1989. Grounds of Hogwarts Castle.
Albus was crying invisible tears, as he stood disillusioned outside the greenhouses at Hogwarts. He was drinking in the sights and sounds of the children as if it were the finest of wines. This is what his soul craved, human contact.
It was only after Kitty told him he'd been sitting around the but n ben, wearing nothing but the same underwear for the last three weeks, that Albus realised he had to take drastic measures. The old wizard thought that he would be fine, safe and snug in his little highland hideaway. He hadn't anticipated the effect his self-imposed isolation would have on him, depression had crept up and almost consumed the greatest wizard of the age.
Just observing the children as they made their way to and from Herbology classes made him feel so much better. He was also finding the draw of being this close to Hogwarts irresistible, the castle was calling to him. Yes it was undoubtedly foolish and certainly dangerous. It was also something he would have to do if Albus was ever to be able to return to his cottage.
Entering the castle was like walking through a cleansing waterfall, he felt his cares and worries just wash away as Albus Dumbledore was back where he truly belonged. He must have spent hours aimlessly roaming the corridors, Albus even found himself running his hand along the stone walls as he walked. It was as if he needed confirmation from every one of his senses that he was indeed back inside Hogwarts.
The old wizard found himself drawn to an unused classroom that appeared to have decade's worth of stuff stored within, there was one item that he recognised immediately.
The mirror of erised was an extremely powerful magical device and easily saw past his invisibility, Albus watched transfixed as the scene in the mirror played out.
Albus Dumbledore was being carried on the shoulders of seventh year prefects into the packed great hall of Hogwarts. Everyone in the hall was on their feet, cheering, applauding and throwing their hats into the air. As his party approached the staff table, Minerva moved from the head's chair and offered it to Albus. He half-heartedly attempted to decline but the crowd wouldn't be dissuaded from their task, he was carried to the chair before being lowered into it. This raised the tempo of the cheering to new heights as Albus basked in the adulation.
The real Albus Dumbledore felt his spirits rise even higher, just from watching his inner desires come true. It was also at this moment Albus had his epiphany, he now knew when Tom would return. The evil wizard had worked tirelessly to render himself immortal, what was a mere decade when compared to immortality. Tom would return when the one prophecised to defeat him attended Hogwarts.
Albus now had the time and place. More important than that though, he now had something to focus on. He also understood that he couldn't spend the intervening years sequestered away in Glengarry, that was a quick route to going crazy. While the risk of discovery might be high, he had to weigh that up against the certainty of losing his sanity staring at four walls. Sojourns to Hogwarts, and perhaps even further afield, would ensure Albus was ready for Tom Riddle when he returned.
That would also be the signal to begin his transformation from Albus Pariah of Witches and Babies back to Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of the age.
-oOoOo-
Friday August 17th 1990. Potter Manor.
The six kids were all on brooms at Potter manor, most of their summer days were spent here. Neither the ministry of magic nor dentistry allowed for a couple of months holidays at the summer. The six had an obstacle course set up and were whizzing around it. Harry, Hermione, Susan and Neville were all vying for the lead, Luna with Dudley on board trailed on behind.
Dudley had very quickly come to the conclusion that he absolutely loved flying, he just didn't consider what the other four did to be flying. Dudley was of the opinion that, if he was going to be upside down or corkscrewing, he wanted a rollercoaster car, complete with obligatory safety harness under him. As far as he was concerned, the other four were crazy and he would stick with safe, sensible Luna.
When two on two Quidditch was played, they would fly gently around the match and act as referees. They all quickly noticed Sirius apparating beside James, Lily and little Jane, five brooms flew down to greet him.
It only took one look at his face to see something was seriously wrong. Hermione had gotten there a fraction ahead of everyone else so asked the question. "Sirius, what's wrong? Is something the matter with Aunt Aurora?"
"No Hermione, she's fine. We were at St Mungo's for her check-up when there was an emergency case rushed in from the ministry." Sirius now had some very worried children floating on brooms in front of him, Neville, Susan and Luna especially. He didn't keep them waiting. "Luna, there was an accident in your mother's lab. Your dad is already at St Mungo's, I told him I would come and fetch you."
Dudley was behind Luna on the broom and had his arms around her to hold on, he held her tighter to offer support. None of the kids said a word as James asked the all-important question. "How is Maia?"
"She's pretty bad Prancer, only the fact that they got her to the hospital so quickly gives her a fighting chance."
Lily had Jane in her arms and took command. "Kids, into the house! Quick wash and change, then we all go to St Mungo's."
Dudley discovered that, just because Luna didn't fly fast and reckless, it didn't mean she couldn't. They shot toward the house like a bat out of hell and didn't dismount at the open door. Luna didn't follow the stairs either, no gentle sweeping curves for Miss Lovegood. It was vertical up the stairwell to the third floor before barrel rolling into horizontal flight and only stopping when they reached her room. The stop was abrupt and nearly threw him off but Luna spoke her first words since the devastating news. "Hurry Dudley, we've got to get there. I want to see my mum!"
She dived in her room and Dudley ran down the two doors to his, emerging mere minutes later pulling on a clean shirt. Luna was just emerging from her room, adjusting her clothes as they ran down the stairs. Sirius was waiting for them at the floo and they could hear the others pouring down the stairs behind them.
Sirius took them first, heading immediately for the exact department. Frank and Alice, with a heavily pregnant Aurora were already sitting in the waiting room. Alice took the girl on her knee so she could speak to the clearly upset girl, Dudley sat on the seat next to her.
James and Lily arrived with the rest of the kids, Jean wanted to be the one sitting on her mother's knee so Luna transferred to Lily.
None of her friends knew what to say and all the adults were quiet too. Only Jane telling her mother about the lovely morning she had broke the silence. The two year old had no idea what was going on and her little voice was a welcome break to the oppressive silence and dragging time while they waited for news. All eyes fixed on the door at the sound of approaching footsteps, only to be disappointed with the appearance of Aunt Amelia.
Sirius had his arm around Aurora and the other two ladies had children on their knees, she motioned toward James and Frank to come outside for a quick word.
"The experiment Maia was working on backfired and blasted right through the safety shields she'd erected. It blew her across the room and wrecked her lab. Only about every bloody alarm in the ministry being set off allowed us to discover this and get her here as quickly as we did. The longer they leave us waiting for news, the better Maia's chances of pulling through are. You wouldn't have given a bronze knut for them earlier."
The three attempted to school their faces into neutrality as they walked back into the room, all thought of Luna as a member of their family. It was no accident that the kids referred to all the adults in the group, who weren't their parents, as aunt or uncle.
Amelia appeared to get her wish as it felt like hours before Xeno returned. He was wearing his usual mix of outlandish colours that just seemed to emphasise the greyness of his complexion. Luna shot into his arms and both held each other tight as the tears fell like April showers. "Oh my darling Luna, it's going to be all right. The healers weren't sure if she would make it but your mum's a fighter, she refused to leave us. She's going to be in hospital for a while but she's over the worst of it now."
Luna was trying to speak between sobs, "I want my mum, I need to see her."
Xeno held her tighter. "The healers have put her in a magical sleep and she's covered in bandages, are you sure you want to see her love?"
Luna could only nod as Lily approached the relieved father and daughter. "Xeno, you know Luna is more than welcome to stay with us until Maia recovers. You're welcome to stay too, if you want?"
"Thanks Lily, I know Luna loves staying at your house and that would certainly help her mother get better. The thought of me taking care of our little girl has given her sleepless nights before, knowing she's staying with her friends will allow Maia just to concentrate on getting better."
He gave his first smile toward his daughter. "If you're ready love, I'll take you in to see her. I just don't want you to be frightened by what you see. All you have to do is keep saying to yourself that mum's going to get better."
Luna turned to face her friends, noticing that they all had tears in their eyes too. "Could you guys come with me?"
Xeno unfortunately had to say no. "Luna dear, they won't allow that many people in at the same time to see your mum."
Dudley came forward and took her hand, no words were spoken as the three of them left to see Maia.
James was also ready to leave. "I'll go and tell Remus before collecting Dan and Emma. Padfoot, are you and Aurora coming to the manor?"
It was Aurora that answered for both of them. "Sorry James but Sirius needs to stay here with me."
This had Sirius confused. "I thought you would have wanted to go, get a chance to put your feet up?"
"Sorry dear but our child has other plans for us tonight, my contractions have started."
Harry looked toward Hermione for an explanation. "It means the baby's coming."
Sirius started to lose it as panic set in. "Stay calm love, I'll soon have you at St Mungo's."
Frank's hand on his shoulder offered reassurance. "I think it's the father here that needs to stay calm. You've both been in St Mungo's for the last three hours. Lily's already gone to fetch a healer, your job is to reassure Aurora she didn't make the biggest mistake of her life when she married you!"
This was enough for the real Sirius to surface. "No problem then, greatest day of my life. I think this one might just run it a close second though." He smiled and kissed his wife as Lily arrived back with a healer. The world was about to be blessed with another member of the Black family.
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Tuesday 28th August 1990. Diagon Alley.
Sirius was making his way into Gringotts. Even only having three hours sleep didn't warrant not answering an urgent summons from the goblins. Sirius couldn't remember the last time he had a good night's sleep. Actually, that was a lie. He knew the exact date, a day that appeared to be going as bad as a day could suddenly was one of the most joyous of his entire life. So much so, they commemorated it forever with a name.
Joy Corina Black came in to the world kicking and screaming, and had hardly stopped since! At three a.m. it was easy to think they had made a mistake with the little terror's name. Then, totally unexpected, she would quieten down and those baby blue eyes would melt your heart and you could lose your soul in them. Sirius thought that the little bundle currently held in his arms was the most beautiful thing in the world, then Joy was usually sick over him and the crying would start again.
He was still smiling though, Sirius found he loved being a father more every day. That, and he'd been assured the crying would stop soon.
He found his account manager waiting on him and was expecting bad news.
"Lord Black, your mother passed away yesterday."
Sirius found the lack of emotion that statement caused in him alarming. He'd steeled himself, thinking that the woman was still his mother and he really should feel something. Apparently his new family had totally replaced his old one. Sirius knew he would have been devastated if Maia hadn't pulled through that day. His main concern here was why his instructions hadn't been followed, goblins were usually such sticklers for that.
"I thought we had agreed what should happen next, the house would be emptied and sold."
"You are of course correct but there was an unforeseen complication."
"What complication?"
"We don't know what to do with the young boy who's been living there since he was a mere baby."