Chapter 13 – A Meeting Among Friends
After class that day Hermione wrote a letter to her parents, detailing everything that had happened and requesting their attendance on Saturday. As she was writing, the subject of transportation came up and it was decided to ask Arthur to retrieve them and apparate them back to the Burrow. So, before she sent the letter home, Hermione sent a quick note to the Burrow. The next morning, Hedwig returned with an affirmative reply from Arthur. Hermione added a note to her parents' letter and then sent it off before she and Harry headed down to have breakfast in the Great Hall.
"Well, it seems that all is set for Saturday. I'm assuming my parents will be there since this is so important. The issue of transport made me think of something else."
"Yes love?"
"Well, since we're legally emancipated, shouldn't we be able to receive apparition training? With everything else going on, I would think it would be a minor request."
Harry stopped and looked at his wife, pulling her close for a quick kiss.
"Of course dear. Why didn't I think of that? We'll talk to Dumbledore later and see how we can arrange it. In our copious spare time of course."
Hermione giggled and gave Harry one more peck before they entered the Great Hall. After their first two classes and lunch, they had a break and decided to check in with the headmaster. The gargoyle recognized them and passed them through readily. Dumbledore was buried in a stack of parchment, but smiled as they entered.
"Good day. Is everything alright? No difficulties since your announcement?"
"No, nothing yet. We just had a question that we were hoping you could help with. Since we're emancipated, shouldn't we be able to train for apparition?"
"Well I hadn't considered it, but you are correct Hermione. Apparition is taught by authorized trainers from the Ministry. The class is usually offered later in the year for all legally aged students. If you wanted to train sooner, you can write to the Ministry and request private instruction…or…I just thought of something. Your new Potions professor once worked with the Ministry and was an instructor for several years. I've never heard of an instructor losing their certification. You may try checking with Andi next week when she arrives. I daresay she will be busy settling in, but perhaps once she does she will help you."
"Really? That would help greatly to have someone here in the castle. Thank you headmaster."
"Of course. Now, while you are here, I have some other updates on the changes you requested. I've received a reply from Remus and he has agreed to return to teach. His first letter was a bit guarded, but once I explained that you were the one who requested him under Founders' rights, his next reply was much more enthusiastic. I believe he is on his way back now and will be staying at Grimmauld for a few days. He will be arriving at the castle later next week and starting the week after that. Also, I should have the new History of Magic teacher starting then as well. Her name is Fiona O'Brien and she graduated from Dumcree a couple years ago. She's been working on a research project that recently lost funding and was most pleased to find a position."
"Well, that's good to hear. It'll be good to have Remus back. Where is Dumcree? Is that a school?"
"Yes Harry, a small but elite wizarding school in the far north of County Limerick, Ireland. It is the only other wizarding school in Britain, although it is significantly smaller than Hogwarts. It offers a narrower range of subjects, taught over an intensive five year period. That is why we have a number of students from Ireland that come to Hogwarts instead."
"Interesting, well we'll see how the classes go. Thank you headmaster."
With that, Harry and Hermione left the office and went to the Gryffindor common room to study before their last class of the day, Ancient Runes. Harry was busy simultaneously studying new material and revising old material with Hermione in an effort to catch up. Their bond helped significantly with this effort and Harry already realized how important Runes were to an overall understanding of magic from a base level. That evening found them studying back in the common room. Although they had their apartment, they both felt it was good to keep their connection with their friends in Gryffindor.
The last of the week passed quickly and soon Saturday arrived. Harry woke earlier than he usually would on the weekend and soon realized what the problem was. Hermione had rolled over and her placement had her positioned so that Harry's hand was unconsciously holding her breast. Although barely awake, his body responded and he was at full arousal rather than his usual morning half hardness. Groaning, he began to fondle the handful while starting to nuzzle his wife's neck. It didn't take long before Hermione started to groan and complain about the wake up call. Harry kept up his ministrations, while working his hand under her gown to fondle lower as well. He shifted a bit and pressed his arousal against her thigh also. Soon she was more awake and yawned, smiling at him.
My, getting an early start are we?
You look so fucking sexy I can't help myself.
Language dear.
Just wait, I'll have you saying the same thing.
With that, his mouth found hers as he drove his tongue in and started to grind against her, while increasing the speed of his fingers between her legs. She quickly yielded to him, rolling over and spreading herself wider as her hips thrust to drive his fingers into her deeper. Harry was groaning at the throbbing pain between his legs and couldn't take it anymore as he removed his fingers and quickly replaced them with his aching manhood. His sudden entrance made her eyes fly open as she started to quake.
"Fuck! Yes! Gods Harry, yes!"
"See, I told you I'd make you say the same."
"Stop talking and move already!"
Harry chuckled and picked up his speed. Hermione climaxed almost immediately due to his early warm up work. He kept up an insistent pace and, when he drove her over the edge again, he joined her. As he poured his last into her, his tension resolved and they both collapsed back to sleep.
A couple hours later, Harry woke again at a more reasonable hour. He was semi aroused as usual, but not intolerably so. Deciding that he didn't want to be social with anyone but his wife, he summoned Dobby and asked for breakfast trays. The sound of the elf's return woke Hermione, who was quite pleased to see breakfast. They ate in bed while discussing the upcoming day. As they finished eating, Hermione only had fruit left and smirked at Harry as she sensually began to run her tongue on a strawberry before gently nibbling it. Harry had never realized how damn sexy a piece of fruit could be, but as he watched her mouth work, the animal in him began to growl. Casting aside their trays, he was on her again. As he moved to position himself though, she had other ideas and pushed him back before moving to straddle him. Leaving herself poised just above his dripping shaft, she took her last strawberry and proceeded to run it across his chest before leaning over to lick the juice off him. As she placed the strawberry in her mouth, she bent over to offer him some and he took a bite before their strawberry filled lips found each other. As Harry was distracted by their shared fruit, Hermione suddenly lowered herself onto him. Harry let out a garbled moan and barely held back his eruption as he began to meet her rhythm with his own thrusts. She adjusted herself and slowed down into a pattern of rolling, rocking motions that made her coo in pleasure. Harry marveled for the millionth time at his luck as he took in the sight of his beautiful wife and reached to fondle her breasts. They kept the rhythm for many long minutes before Hermione's panting increased, along with her speed as she approached her finish. When she finally screamed and collapsed on Harry, he rolled her over and finished himself off with a few more strokes into her convulsing core. As he slipped out, she settled and reached to hold him. They stay entwined together, half awake and satisfied for another hour. Eventually Harry roused himself, knowing that they still had a long day ahead. Gently picking his wife up, he carried her to the shower.
After a long and satisfying shower, they decided to use the time to study and finish homework before it was time to depart for the Burrow. At a quarter to three, they gave each other a reassuring look and joined hands as they exited the apartment. Reaching the headmaster's gargoyle, they found all the Gryffindors waiting. Two minutes later, Susan arrived as well and they all made their way into the office. Dumbledore greeted them all merrily and then they stepped into the floo and made their way to the Burrow. Molly was waiting and eagerly welcomed them all, bustling them toward the living room. Arthur was out collecting the Grangers, but Augusta Longbottom, Amelia Bones, Bill and Charlie were waiting for them. Harry greeted them while Neville and Susan introduced their family members to those who hadn't met them. A minute later, a pop outside signaled Arthur's return as he entered with the Grangers. Neil and Jean greeted Harry and Hermione both with hugs and were then introduced to everyone else. While the introductions were underway, two more pops sounded and Sirius and Remus joined the group. After more greetings and introductions, everyone settled in and found a place to sit.
Alright love, here we go. I'll let you lead with the secrecy wards and oaths.
Hermione barely nodded and then stood and began to cast additional privacy and secrecy wards. The Weasleys looked a bit startled at the need for additional security since the Burrow was already heavily warded. Once she was done, Hermione sat and addressed the group.
"Alright everyone, I know you're a bit startled that I insisted on more wards, but once you hear what we have to tell you, you'll understand. Now, everyone here are friends, family, allied with House Potter, or a combination thereof. While you are all trusted, we need you all to swear secrecy oaths. This is more to protect this information if you are ever questioned under duress. Harry will administer the oath under House magic. Combined with the alliances, this will strengthen the oath so that it cannot be broken. Mum and dad, since you are non-magical, we have another method for you. We felt it was important that you be here since we are family, but we still have to be concerned about secrecy in case you are ever questioned. I've researched and found two alternative compulsion and confundus charms that I will be combining. As far as I can tell, this has never been tried on non-magicals before, but it should mean that, if you are questioned, even under torture, you will only be able to speak gibberish in regards to what you are about to hear. Of course, I don't even want to think about you being captured or tortured, but we can't be too careful. So, I'd like to start with the two of you?"
Neil and Jean looked a bit pale, but both nodded in the affirmative. Hermione crossed the room and had them both stand as she began the incantations. A faint bluish light settled first over Neil as her wand pressed into his outstretched hand.
"Do you, Neil John Granger, hereby foreswear to keep all you are to hear this afternoon regarding the business of House Potter firmly unto yourself, never to be divulged by either magical or non-magical means?"
"Yes, I swear."
Hermione finished the incantation and moved next to repeat the same with her mother.
"Do you, Jean Elizabeth Granger, hereby foreswear to keep all you are to hear this afternoon regarding the business of House Potter firmly unto yourself, never to be divulged by either magical or non-magical means?"
"Yes."
Hermione finished the second incantation and smiled at her parents.
"Alright, that is the best we can do without you having magic to be bound. Thank you. Let's hope it's never necessary."
Hermione turned and sat as she nodded to Harry. He rose and looked around at everyone else.
"Okay, for everyone else, please stretch out your right hands with your wands in your palms."
Everyone did as instructed. Susan and Ginny both looked a bit excited at this new demonstration of magic.
"Repeat after me. I…state your name…do hereby foreswear on my magic and by my life…"
Around the room, the oaths began as everyone inserted their full names and followed Harry.
"…that I will keep all House Potter secrets divulged to me this day and henceforth, when expressly decided and determined by either the lord or lady of the house…"
Everyone continued to recite the oath as Harry paused.
"…And that I will not be released from this oath except by individual exception. So do I bind now with my magic and my life. So mote it be."
Each person completed their oaths and each wand flared briefly as the individuals finished. Neil and Jean just watched, looking around the room in awe. As Harry was about to continue, Neil spoke up.
"Harry, a quick question for us non-magicals. That oath, by my magic and my life, does that mean that if anyone here breaks the oath, they die?"
"No Neil, not in the physical sense. If anyone breaks that house bound oath, they will permanently lose their magic forever. Many would consider that worse than death. It also means that the oath cannot be broken by any charm or potion."
Neil nodded as Harry turned back to the rest of the room.
"Alright, thank you everyone for your oaths. I know some may consider it extreme now, but I think that very shortly you may think otherwise. I've gathered alliances and bring you all here today because I need your help. First, there are some in this room who are members of the Order of the Phoenix and may be partially familiar with the first piece of information I need to tell you. For those who are unaware, the Order of the Phoenix was founded during the first war with Voldemort. It is an elite, information gathering and subterfuge organization that works within the Ministry, businesses and other elements of wizarding society to covertly fight against Voldemort. Now, some in the Order have been told that the reason I am being targeted by Voldemort is due to a prophecy that I was given before I was born. I don't believe those members know the prophecy, or at least the full extent of it. So, here is the prophecy, as Dumbledore heard it when Professor Trelawney spontaneously delivered it over fifteen years ago:
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."
Harry paused after delivering the prophecy and looked around the room. There was shock on most faces. Several looked uncommonly pale. Molly was clutching onto Arthur. Ginny looked like she was close to tears, which was unusual for her. Harry held Hermione's hand and glanced at her. She nodded and took over as the room remained silent.
"So, you now know some of the reason for the secrecy. We've talked this over with Dumbledore and here is the interpretation of the different elements from the prophecy. First, there were two couples who could fit in the category of having thrice defied Voldemort. First, Frank and Alice Longbottom. Second, Harry's parents. Next, the mention that the person would be born as the seventh month dies. The Longbottoms and Potters both had one child, each of whom sits here in this room. Neville's birthday is July 30th and Harry's is July 31st, so again it could be either of them. Finally, the third identifier is that the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal. This is where Voldemort chose Harry. For whatever reason he targeted the Potters first and, when he gave Harry his scar, he marked him as the one who could defeat him."
Hermione paused and Harry couldn't help but lock eyes with Neville. Quiet and unassuming, Neville had recently started to come into his own. He had been a good and true friend for over five years and now he was an ally. He looked stunned and then he shook his head and seemed to come to.
"Bloody hell! You mean everything that happened to you could have been me?"
Ginny reached over and took Neville's hand as she shot him a comforting look. Hermione smirked at that. She had thought something may be brewing there. When they got past world shaking news, they'd need to have a girl talk.
"Yes Neville, it could have been either of us. I know from a couple of comments among the Order that your parents were also attacked. I've never asked, but I can only assume the worst since your grandmother raised you. It's not my business, but I'm sorry."
Neville looked down for a moment and squeezed Ginny's hand tighter. Then he looked back at Harry.
"Actually Harry, it is your business. Our houses are allied now, so you deserve to know. I should have told you all a long time ago…My parents…they were…attacked by the Lestranges. Bellatrix tortured them for hours…crucio. She didn't kill them, but she drove them out of their minds. They're at St. Mungo's permanently. I visit them on holidays, but…but they don't even recognize me."
Neville was barely holding himself together as he trembled. Ginny finally gave in and crawled into his lap, hugging him. The two sat with their foreheads together. Harry couldn't help but smile. Looking around the room, he saw a mixture of smiles and curious expressions. After allowing Neville a minute, Harry spoke up.
"Wow Neville. I don't know what to say. I wish I had known. I think you actually do have it worse. I am glad to see you have certain, um, supporters."
Neville blushed and looked at Ginny. Seeing them, Bill spoke up next.
"Alright, I know Harry has more to discuss, but first things first. Longbottom, as the eldest of the Weasley brothers, I demand to know what your intentions are with my baby sister?"
Neville turned deeper crimson and Ginny exploded.
"Intentions? Really Bill? I'm not a baby and his intentions and mine are quite the same."
"Ginevra, wand down. No hexing your brother."
Ginny turned and frowned at her father, who was trying not to look amused. Neville stood up and came to her side.
"Bill, Arthur, everyone, Ginny and I met a few times over the summer and decided we wanted to pursue our feelings and try being more than friends. We've just decided to start pursuing this and see what happens. I feel lucky that she is interested in me and give you my word that I will always treat her well."
"Well said Neville and thank you. As her father, I am the least you need to worry about, although I am sure you know that. Augusta, any concerns?"
"What? Of course not Arthur. Ginny is a lovely young lady. I just hope you both put your studies first."
Harry looked back and forth between the two families. This meeting had just taken a major, but happy detour. Now he had to get it back on track.
"Alright, well my congratulations to both my friends. As much as I wish I could focus on happier subjects, there is still much more I need to tell you. Once Dumbledore told me the prophecy, the next request I had was for him to share any information he had on Voldemort that I might need to know to fight him. Dumbledore has been researching Tom Riddle's past from before he entered Hogwarts, as well as what he did after he left school. Dumbledore has collected a number of memories and we have had a chance to view them. Now, here is what has been pieced together regarding Tom Riddle…"
Harry proceeded to go into all the details of Tom's lineage and his time at Hogwarts. When he finished, he chugged half a glass of water and once again let all the information settle before he continued.
"So, Tom Riddle, who we now know as Lord Voldemort, is actually a half blood from the last dregs of Slytherin's line. It's quite ironic since he espouses pureblood ideals. Despite his past, he was uncommonly bright and especially cunning. He began to woo followers to his side from his first days at school. The next question is what did he do after school? Finally, the most important question: how has he managed to return? The answer to this brings about the most disturbing piece of information. The last memory Dumbledore showed me was one that had been forcibly modified by a former professor who was charmed by Tom and later regretted their friendship. Although the memory was modified, it still gives an answer to the most important question. Tom specifically was asking his potions professor, and head of Slytherin house, about a piece of dark magic called a horcrux…"
Harry's words were cut off as Bill leapt out of his chair and spewed an impressive stream of language, not all of it in English. Once he finished, he looked sheepish and apologized to Harry as he sat back down.
"No worries Bill. Obviously as a curse breaker, you've heard mention of a horcrux. For those who haven't heard of it, it is a way by which a wizard can separate a piece of their soul and place it in an object. By then hiding that object, the wizard can never be completely killed. As long as the soul piece remains, the wizard can be restored to life. Which answers how Voldemort managed to return earlier this year. The problem with the modified memory is that the discussion was around a number of horcruxes and that is the part that is obscured. Dumbledore believes from his research and personal knowledge of Tom, that he would have chosen a powerful magic number. Three seems too few. Thirteen would most likely be impossible since each soul fragment degrades the original and pushes the individual closer to insanity. So, the logical theory is that Voldemort intended to make seven horcruxes. One though has already been destroyed. Some in this room can probably figure out what I am talking about."
The room was deadly silent as everyone was over traumatized by the deluge of information. Harry glanced briefly at Ginny and she looked at him hard, then the light went on.
"THE DIARY! THE FUCKING WANKER. REALLY?"
"Ginevra!"
"Yes Ginny. And Molly, I think in this circumstance the language is understandable. The way that Tom managed the control he did through that diary was by placing a piece of his soul in it. This was his first horcrux when he was just sixteen and it was probably the most crude. What you should understand is that to create a horcrux requires splitting off a piece of the soul. To do that requires committing a murder."
Neil shook his head and rubbed his temples. The Grangers had been the quietest, as all of this was foreign to them, but now he had to speak up.
"I'm sorry, but what is this about a diary? And you're saying a sixteen year old was working with dark magic and committing murders?"
Harry nodded and then briefly detailed what had happened in the Chamber of Secrets. He and Hermione had given the Grangers the basics before, but the diary had never been mentioned. It became clear as he spoke that Sirius, Augusta and Amelia had never heard the full story either. Once he finished, he braced himself for the most difficult part that he had to do. When he took an overly long pause, Hermione squeezed his hand.
Want me to take over for a bit love?
Please.
"Alright, so as Harry mentioned, we are fairly certain that the number of horcruxes Voldemort wanted to make was seven. His first was a rather mundane item, a simple leather bound diary. Dumbledore knew Tom Riddle well and he was quite arrogant in many ways. Dumbledore believes that the first was a test more than anything and the ones created after would have been more significant items, something worth holding a precious piece of Tom's soul. Dumbledore is researching what these could be and will be sharing all information on his research with us. Once we find them, there are only a couple ways to destroy a horcrux. First is with basilisk venom, like how the diary was destroyed. The second is with fiendfyre. Mum, dad, fiendfyre is a volatile bit of dark magic that conjures a fire as hot as the sun and violently uncontrollable. Using it is banned by the Ministry and will incur hefty fines and/or extensive jail time. Now, Voldemort took a while to create his horcruxes. The magic required for them is complex and takes a good bit of preparation. While he was working on his last, something went wrong."
Hermione turned and looked at Harry as she wrapped an arm around him. This next part was his to tell. He took a breath and steeled himself.
"Thank you love, well summarized. Now, the last and most difficult piece of information. It seems likely that Voldemort had prepared to create a horcrux on the night he attacked my parents. Murdering me would be the catalyst to extract the final soul piece. Unfortunately, when the spell backfired, the previous murders of my parents ripped the piece away and it sought a place to live. While a horcrux is usually left in an inanimate object that can be hidden for a long time, a soul piece naturally prefers to lodge in a living being. It seems that the last horcrux settled in the last living being in the house that night, me."
The room had been silent before, and it was again for a brief fraction of a second before the explosion. Exclamations, curses and unintelligible screams enveloped the small room. Seconds later, Molly passed out. Amelia looked close to doing the same. Declaring his sentence to everyone ripped at Harry and he burrowed his head into Hermione's hair as he fought for control. The chaos ensued for several minutes before Neville finally brought the place to order.
"Damn Harry. Is Dumbledore sure? If so, what do we do?"
Harry collected himself and looked around the room.
"Yes Neville, we're sure. You've lived in the same dorm as me. You certainly know I have nightmares. I also have times when my scar burns and I can feel Voldemort's emotions. I also have the gift of parseltongue, which has never been found outside Slytherin's descendants. It seems that, along with a piece of his soul, he transferred some of his abilities. This scar isn't normal, it is where the horcrux lies. If it was on my arm, I'd say cut it off and burn it, but I do need my head. Dumbledore has been researching other methods to destroy a horcrux and has now given Hermione access to his library and notes. She's the best researcher at school. If anyone can find an answer, I know she will. So, this is why I called us all together. You now know what I face. I am here to ask for your support and understanding, as well as any ideas you may have to find and destroy horcruxes. Bill, your position as a cursebreaker makes you an obvious asset. Charlie, we've heard that there are libraries and resources at some of the old dragon preserves. Arthur, Amelia, you have additional resources in the Ministry. Everyone else I am sure will add their own unique input. Mostly I need support now. We both need support. Now that we're bonded, destroying the horcruxes safely has double import."
"Double? Oh shit, you mean?"
"Yes George, this is the part I hate the most. If this was just about me, I could face it easier. Now that I've bonded with this amazing woman, we're one person woven from two people. Every recorded account of soul bonds shows that the bond mates die together."
This final piece of information caused Neil and Jean to finally break down. Harry felt for them terribly. They'd been thrown into the world of magic, even though they would always remain on the fringe. They'd handled everything well, including their daughter's early marriage. Now they were being told that she may follow her husband to an early grave.
"Neil, Jean, I'm so sorry to have to tell you this. I can't apologize for bonding to Hermione. I couldn't imagine not doing so, but I can wish that things were different."
"It just means we need to find a solution Harry my love. And we will."
"Indeed Harry. I'll start using all my free time to research the goblin archives."
"Aye, there's an old library at the reserve. Unusual books that have been placed there to be guarded by the dragons. I'll start looking as soon as I get back."
"And I'll start researching at the Ministry. As the head of the DMLE, I can talk to the Unspeakables. I'll have to be vague, but they've got a lot of material that has been banned from the main Ministry library."
"And I'll start going through the Black library book by book. I should check the vault also. I haven't been in it in an age. There's a bunch of old books there too. If anyone would have information on rare, dark magic, it would be my forsaken ancestors."
"I can't offer any of that Harry, but you've got my friendship and whatever support you need."
Neville's final sentiment was echoed by the others around the room. Harry looked at each one in turn and then turned to close the subject.
"Thank you everyone. While the tangible help with research is important, it is your support and friendship that means the most. If anyone finds anything or has any information, we should keep it out of the owl post. Please floo call the headmaster's office and he will pass on messages. Now, if I may impose, Arthur, do you have something to settle us before we eat?"
"Of course Harry. Wine, butterbeer or firewhisky?"
Everyone agreed to start with a shot of firewhisky. After everything they had heard their nerves needed it. Molly was about to object to Ron and Ginny partaking when Arthur stepped in.
"Molly, it's only one glass. If they want it. I'd wager that it won't be Ron's first and perhaps not Ginny's either."
"Well, I've never had a full glass. Just a few sips."
Molly turned and looked aghast at her youngest while Arthur just nodded. The drinks were passed and everyone raised a toast to a grimacing Harry. Neil and Jean were unprepared for the liquor and Neil was left gasping a bit while Jean smacked her lips and declared it was quite good. Ginny never finished her glass, but Harry noticed that Neville took care of it for her. With the tension somewhat relieved, Molly turned her attention to finalizing dinner. The meal was a bit more somber than the usual affairs at the Burrow, but the food was excellent as always. Once the pudding was done, Harry felt drained and declared he wanted to head back. The other students all joined him and Hermione and made their way back through the floo to the headmaster's office. Dumbledore looked up from a particularly large tome as they all descended.
"Ah, welcome back everyone. I take it all went as well as can be expected?"
Each person nodded at the headmaster and turned to leave his office. Before Harry could take Hermione's hand to exit, Dumbledore called them back. He let everyone else depart before regarding them.
"Now Harry, Hermione, I just want a few moments to give you a very important update. I know this day must have been especially trying. While you were out, I ran an errand of my own. Months of research finally led me to a conclusion that I wanted to check out. Do you remember the Gaunt home that we visited via the pensieve? Well, I decided to go there myself and look it over. The place is falling down, but I did find one corner of the crumbling foundation that had some very odd traces of magic. Of course, it could have been residue left from the previous owners, but I decided to investigate further. As I sifted aside some debris, the traces became more malevolent and it became harder to continue. I'm not bragging when I say that someone of lesser talents would not have been able to proceed. I did finally clear enough that I found a small box buried deep under the older cornerstone. Within there I found what is most certainly another horcrux."
Dumbledore paused and reached out to place a golden globe like object on his desk. The globe was actually not solid, but composed of bands, much like a cage. Within the structure, Harry could see what appeared to be a ring. As he leaned in closer, his scar was suddenly on fire and he dropped to his knees. Exerting his occlumency, he shut down the pain and gathered himself as Hermione grabbed hold of him. After a minute, he was able to stand again and look into the serious eyes of Dumbledore.
"Ah, well I think you just painfully confirmed my suspicion Harry. My apologies, I had hoped the Dankov contraption would contain it enough. It was actually quite worse before I placed it in there. I daresay you wouldn't be able to be in the same room without it. Now, I just found this and I have more research to do. I have a suspicion that I will explain later. I think you have had enough for one day. In the meantime, we need to consider how best to destroy the ring. It is getting late now and I'll let you retire."
Harry just nodded, completely drained after the long day and his exposure to the horcrux. Seeing his exhaustion, Hermione called for Dobby and had the elf pop them back to their apartment. Once there, she led him to the bedroom and undressed him down to his boxers before pushing him into bed. She gave him one final kiss and then gently nudged his mind to urge him to sleep.
Chapter 14 – The Wizengamot
The next morning Harry woke early and immediately everything from the day before came flooding back, but before he could be overwhelmed, he realized that he was ensconced in his very comfortable bed with his amazingly soft wife wrapped around him. She was making just the slightest wheezing sound and the rhythm was soothing as he planted a light kiss on her forehead and watched her sleep while his mind worked through everything. Now that he had his allies working on helping him, the next order of business was to help Sirius. The Wizengamot was reconvening after the summer holiday the following day and Harry was going to make his first appearance to claim the Potter seat. The idea had been overwhelming when he first discovered that he had a seat waiting for him, but he'd talked to Sirius and researched a bit with Hermione so it wasn't as daunting. Normally the Wizengamot met twice a month to do business and often much of it was mundane, with measures to adjust the percentages allocated to different Ministry departments and similar boring business. Occasionally a new law would be presented, but those required one month warning to all members. There were also trials that were sometimes held in between sessions, but those also came with sufficient warning. Many of the members opted to be choosy about which sessions to attend. Reassured that he wouldn't be leaving Hogwarts every week to attend to Wizengamot business, Harry felt he was ready and hoped he would only have to average an appearance once a month at the most.
The next day though would definitely be important. Harry had studied the procedures over the summer and sent in a request before school started, announcing his plan to introduce a motion to repeal Sirius' conviction. Since he wasn't introducing a new law or attempting to repeal an existing law, the guidelines around the procedures were much less defined. The plan was to officially take his seat, deal with any other business that came before him on the agenda, and then speak briefly before submitting himself for veritaserum recall. Once that was done, the Wizengamot would decide on three options: decline his request completely, agree to send the case to the DMLE for a full trial (which Sirius had been denied previously), or dismiss all charges immediately. The first two options would require a standard majority vote, while the third option would require a two-thirds quorum. While Harry wished for the last possibility, he knew that the two thirds requirement would be very difficult. Sirius had also warned him that many of the old crowd on the Wizengamot would not take kindly to having a teenager in their midst, hereditary seat or not.
The other issue that Harry had been worrying about was his entry to the Wizengamot chambers. He could hardly walk down Diagon Alley without stares and had been under heavy security all summer. He supposed it was a bit cynical to worry about security within the halls of the Ministry, but Arthur had mentioned that he even was more cautious around his office lately. Perhaps he could ask for an Auror escort? But wouldn't that be a conflict of interest since he was pursuing Sirius' freedom with the DMLE?
Perhaps you can hire a goblin guard dear.
Harry tipped his head over and looked into his wife's sleepy eyes.
Morning dear, I hadn't realized you were awake. I wanted you to sleep.
That's nice love, but my brain is bound to yours and once it started churning with you, my body followed.
So, goblin guard? You can hire them?
Of course dear. The goblins will help with just about anything for a price. It would definitely make a statement.
Alright, I like that idea.
Harry's thoughts drifted again, this time to his plans for the day. He still had a fair bit of homework and was woefully behind with Runes. As his thoughts churned, Hermione rolled into him tighter and began to run her hand down his chest. Shaken from his thoughts, he turned his head and started kissing his wife long and deep. He was at full rise as Hermione reached and grabbed him, causing him to startle and then continue snogging her. Slowly he rolled over and then slowly entered her as she groaned his name. He set a slow pace, kissing her all over as he reveled in the amazing feeling of being one with her as their minds linked and he felt her slowly start peaking. They stared into each other's eyes as no words were needed and she began to meet his strokes. Many long minutes later he felt her closing in on her climax as he felt his bollocks began to tighten. He continued his pace, while pushing in a bit harder, driving himself a bit deeper as the end finally claimed them both as they called out to each other mentally while the only audible sounds in the room were their matched breaths and subsequent moans. Harry felt as if he was floating on some cloud with the sun beating down on him. Making love to his soulmate was euphoria. He had heard of people using drugs and describing a feeling somewhat like this, but he couldn't imagine how anything artificial could ever match the purity of his and Hermione's joining. As their climax finished, he softened and Hermione whimpered as he slipped out. He wrapped her in his arms and they lay together for another half hour before finally agreeing that it was time to face the day.
After calling Dobby and enjoying a lazy breakfast, they showered together. There were plenty of touches and kisses, but nothing more. Just being together was enough. Once Harry was dressed, he decided it was time to send a letter to Silverstaff to inquire about hiring a couple goblin guards for a few hours. He knew the bank was closed, but hoped to receive a response early the following morning. With the letter sent, he and Hermione gathered their books and headed for the library. Once there they met up with Ron and Luna. They were both surprised to see Ron voluntarily in the library on the weekend until they saw the occasional regular glances at the blonde who sat across from him. Hermione suppressed a smirk and soon the four of them were joined by Ginny, Neville and Parvati. They studied for the rest of the morning and then headed down to lunch together. The weather was glorious and the guys decided to go for a fly in the afternoon while Hermione was heading back to the apartment to read some of the books Dumbledore had loaned her. Just as lunch was finishing, Hedwig swooped down and landed in front of Harry. The note she carried was brief and Harry was surprised at the quick response.
Harry, what is it?
A reply from Silverstaff. He wants to meet as soon as possible to arrange the guards for tomorrow. Looks like our afternoon plans have changed.
Hermione nodded while Harry turned his attention to Ron, who was looking back and forth between the two of them.
"You two were mind speaking to each other, weren't you?"
"Yes Ron, its second nature now. We were just discussing the note I received. I have to leave on a bit of house business for a while. It shouldn't take long. I'll find you out at the pitch when I get back."
Ron grumbled a bit but just nodded. Parvati seemed curious and was about to start interrogating when Ginny interceded.
"Vati, please don't ask. If Harry said its house business then it's not something he needs to share."
Parvati seemed a bit shocked as she stared at Ginny and desisted. Harry and Hermione said goodbye to everyone and left the hall to head for the headmaster's office. The gargoyle let them in, but the office was empty. Proceeding to the floo, they quickly made their way to Gringotts. The bank was unnaturally quiet with only a couple of guards around since the bank was actually closed. The guards seemed to expect them and led them to Silverstaff's office without a word. They stepped into the office and goblin looked up at his patrons.
"Good afternoon Lord and Lady Potter. Thank you for your prompt response. I wanted to ensure that arrangements are in place before tomorrow. Now, I know you said you needed a guard for the Wizengamot session, how much resistance do you expect?"
"Actually honorable Silverstaff, I don't expect resistance necessarily. I can't deny the fact though that one or a couple Death Eaters within the Ministry may wish to take advantage of my presence at such a well-publicized event. I would expect any attack would be opportunistic. And it will just be myself, my lady will not be in attendance."
"Alright, I see. In that case three guards should be sufficient. Perhaps two, but no, I think I'd prefer three since you are so high profile. I'd considered sending a full patrol, but that would most likely be excessive and draw attention. The cost for each guard is 20 galleons an hour. Will that be agreeable?"
"Yes sir, that sounds quite sufficient. Thank you."
"Very good. I understand the session starts at 10:30 in the morning. It is best for you not to arrive too early, so I would suggest you floo here at ten and then floo to the Ministry atrium with the guards."
Harry nodded and Silverstaff provided the contract hire form, which he quickly signed. With the business completed, they thanked him again and floo'd back to school. The entire errand had taken less than a half hour and Harry was able to grab his broom and go find Ron. He spent several hours enjoying the afternoon and working some of the rust out of his flying, which was good since the Gryffindor Quidditch team would be convening for their first practice later the following week. When he returned to the apartment, Hermione was buried in several tomes and gave him a quick peck before shooing him to the shower while she continued her research.
The following morning they attended their Charms class during the first session of the morning and then headed back to the apartment, where Harry changed from his school robes to his house robes and prepared to head for his first Wizengamot session. Hermione pulled him close and they kissed for a minute before she pulled back and looked at him.
"Alright love, we both need to get going. I'll have notes and assignments for you when you return. Now don't be nervous! You are the Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter. I know you will be brilliant."
Harry grinned and squeezed her once more as he headed for the headmaster's office. This time when he arrived, Dumbledore was in the office.
"Ah, good morning Harry. Or I should say Lord Potter since we are on our way to the Wizengamot. I was just going to leave in a few minutes. I assume there will be Aurors arriving to accompany you soon?"
"Actually sir, I declined the Aurors. I didn't want any apparent conflicts of interest today since I hope to pursue clearing Sirius' name with the DMLE. Instead I have hired goblin guards. I will be stopping at Gringotts first to meet with my escorts."
"Oh my. Well, you will certainly be protected. It's been some time since I've seen goblin guards at the Ministry. This will definitely cause a stir, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised about the prodigious Lord Potter anymore. Well, I'll let you be on your way. I'll see you at the Wizengamot chambers."
Harry nodded and went to the floo. As soon as he arrived, he saw Silverstaff was waiting with the guards. The guards were each dressed in shiny scale armor and appeared even more impassive than the usual goblins Harry had worked with. The largest of the three had a massive bastard sword strapped to his back, while the other two wielded large and nasty looking halberds. Harry greeted them and then they headed back to the floo. Two guards went through first, followed by Harry and then the third guard. When they arrived in the atrium, the three guards surrounded Harry and began marching him through the crowds that parted to make way for the entourage. The usual din of noise in the busy arrival hall was suddenly hushed as everyone turned to look at the three goblins guarding the young Lord Potter, who strode quickly, chin up and robes swirling. Harry lightly rubbed his signet just enough to let a bit of the house magic encompass him. He didn't pay attention to those he passed, but he was noticed by all. A few observers from the old purebloods were also arriving and wore conflicting emotions when confronted with the young lord passing by. They had expected a fumbling child, learning the ways of his station. Here was a young man who commanded the space.
Harry and his guard reached the security station near the lifts and the guard was momentarily taken aback as he stared at the three goblins. Eventually he collected himself and asked Harry to present his wand. Once the wand was registered and Harry stated his business at the Ministry, he proceeded on to the lifts. The two forward goblins quickly commandeered a recently vacated lift and Harry and the rear guard stepped on after them. Others were waiting for lifts, but held back to wait for the next one to arrive. A minute later, the lift reached the lower level with the Wizengamot chambers and Harry strode forth to the end of the long hall. Just as he was about to reach the chambers, he spied a familiar face. Lucius Malfoy was talking in quiet tones with a man about his age wearing finely crafted robes adorned in gold. They each turned their gaze on Harry and Lucius grinned maliciously as he assessed Harry.
"Ah, yes, the young Lord Potter. Come to play with his title. I'm afraid though that you won't find the Wizengamot session very amusing. It's really a place where the adults come to conduct the business needed to keep our society running."
The guards bristled and moved their weapons forward as they faced Lord Malfoy, but Harry exercised his occlumency and forced himself to remain controlled.
"Yes Lord Malfoy, I am quite aware what the business is of the Wizengamot. While I am sure I might not find it entertaining, I do hope it will be enlightening. And, I am well aware of the type of business you specialize in conducting. Now, if you will please excuse me, I wish to speak to my allies before we convene."
Lucius seemed a bit stunned at Harry's control, but quickly asserted his own again as he watched Harry brush by. Allies? That was intriguing. Perhaps this day would yield information for the Dark Lord.
Harry entered the large bowl shaped chambers that had housed the Wizengamot for close to six hundred years. Seats were arrayed in tiers around the walls. In the center across from the entrance was the large seat for the Chief Warlock. Arrayed on the same central row, sweeping out from the Chief Warlock's seat, were an arrangement of elaborately carved chairs. Each was fashioned differently and each featured the crest of Ancient and Noble Houses. Harry quickly found the seat with the Potter crest. It was six to right of the Chief Warlock and appeared to be carved out of warm cherry. Looking further around the room, he spotted a small grouping of chairs, low and to one side, with signs for the Daily Prophet, the Quibbler and several other publications. Several chairs were already occupied. Apparently the press arrived early to watch the social interactions prior to the opening of the session. Then he spotted the first of his allies and stepped toward Augusta Longbottom.
"Good morning Matron Longbottom, I hope you are well today."
"I am indeed Lord Potter. And might I say you look quite distinguished this morning. I see you wisely came prepared for possible trouble."
"Yes. I felt that in light of my request and the potential conflict of interest with the DMLE that I should not utilize Aurors, even on a volunteer basis. I think Madam Bones will have a fine enough line to walk with the alliance and my business here today."
"Did I hear my name? Good morning Lord Potter, Matron Longbottom."
Harry turned and smiled at Amelia Bones. She had a spark in her eye and he got the distinct impression that she was looking forward to what was scheduled to occur during this session.
"Good morning Madam Bones. I had hoped to speak briefly before we begin. You know the business that I will be petitioning for today. This is a case where our alliance could cause you a potential conflict. I trust your fairness and ask only that you seek justice. I would never wish for our alliance to sway you from that cause."
"Thank you Lord Potter. That is always my intention anyway. Sometimes justice is elusive, but we must always strive. Ah, here comes Arthur. I must say it is amazing to see him in chambers. I don't think I've seen him since that grand debate four years ago. I know he detests the conflict and petty rivalries that too often come to play."
Arthur Weasley joined the small conference, glancing briefly at the three goblins who widened their circle just enough around Harry and his allies. He really did look uncomfortable as he tugged at his collar and kept looking around the room.
"Good morning Mr. Weasley. Thank you for coming, I know this isn't your usual preference."
"Of course Har..Lord Potter. I may not sit an Ancient or Noble seat, but I hope I can still provide some support. Are we all prepared for the alliances to be a matter of public record?"
"I don't think that can be avoided Arthur. This is just a first small step in the alliance, but a critical one. What happens here may very well allow another ally to come out of hiding. Ah, but it looks like Albus just arrived and we have only a few minutes. Perhaps we should take our seats."
Harry nodded at Augusta and the others before turning and making his way to the Potter seat. As he took his place, he felt a surge of energy in his house signet, leaving it pleasantly warm. It seemed the house magic was pleased with to have one of the blood return to the chambers. As Harry settled, two of the goblin guards stood on either side of him, while the third went to stand guard at the door. As some of the last stragglers entered, they startled at the sight of the guard, but then hurried on by. When the clock reached the appointed half hour, a ringing issued forth and Chief Warlock Dumbledore stood. Taking his wand, he inscribed briefly around the room to bind the room in magic before addressing the chambers.
"Good morning to you all and welcome to the initial fall session of the Wizengamot for the year nineteen hundred and ninety five. You have all been presented with an agenda for the proceedings. After our long break, there is much to attend to, so let's begin."
Harry checked his agenda and saw that there was quite a bit of boring business that came before him. First was a request from the Department for International Magical Cooperation for a budget increase to allow the hiring of two additional translators. Following that was the introduction of a small, but interesting law that was to standardize the alcohol and magic content of any drink branding itself as firewhisky and ban any alcohol not meeting the standard. Apparently a recent surge in poor quality import firewhisky had sent several individuals to St. Mungo's for minor poisoning issues due to the poor manufacture of knock off alcohol. Harry knew he should have researched some of this before he came, but made an on the spot decision to vote for the law. If the cheap alcohol was making people sick, then he figured it should be banned. While he hadn't studied the specifics around the day's agenda, he had read a bit on the Wizengamot structure itself and now observed carefully how business was being conducted. First, for the budget increase, the entire chambers had voted on the measure, including those in the upper tiers like Arthur who held seats, but not titles. When it came to voting for the law, only those who held titled seats were allowed to vote. It definitely showed the hierarchy of the assembly.
Harry spent the next two hours trying to stay awake as a number of small governing details were argued and fretted over. It was second only to one of Professor Binns' classes in boredom. Finally, his turn came around on the agenda as he mentally shook himself and refocused when the Chief Warlock mentioned his name.
"Next on the agenda is a motion presented by Lord Potter. First, it is the distinct pleasure of this body to see the seat of House Potter filled once again and we welcome Lord Harry James Potter. Now, the motion he presents has been made a matter of record, but we will now allow Lord Potter the chance to state his motion."
Taking a quick breath, Harry ran a quick occlumency exercise to calm himself as he stood and looked around the chambers.
"Good afternoon everyone. I motion and petition this esteemed body today to right an injustice in regards to the heir of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black. Sirius Orion Black was falsely imprisoned for a crime he did not commit nearly fourteen years ago. He was sent to Azkaban without a formal trial due to the laws of wartime and an apparent preponderance of evidence. During events of the last two years, I have personally been made aware of his innocence and the circumstances that allowed this travesty of justice to occur. I now wish to offer forth my testimony under veritaserum to lay forth the facts and will also submit memory evidence if required. I hereby petition this under the ancient house laws whereby the rightful lord or heir of any house may have their case singularly petitioned by the rightful lord or heir of another house without secondary measure from any other house or representative."
Harry paused and turned to look at Dumbledore, sitting in the Chief Warlock's seat. As he was about to speak, another voice interrupted from farther down the row.
"I object! This is a waste of our time. Sirius Black is a criminal who does not deserve our consideration."
Dumbledore turned from Harry to address the speaker, an older wizard who also sat on the row of Lords.
"Lord Yaxley, while I understand your desire to shorten our workload here today, you do not hold any grounds for objection. Lord Potter is quite correct in his petitioning under the old laws. Now, under those laws, we are bound to accept his motion and take his testimony. Decision upon that testimony can be discussed once it is gathered. Undersecretary, please hand me the serum. Lord Potter, please step down to the chamber floor for the administering and to give testimony."
Harry made his way down to floor and a clerk stepped forward to hand Harry the serum. Once he drank it, the clerk cast a spell that caused Harry's head to glow for a moment, indicating that the serum had taken effect. The Chief Warlock then asked Harry to proceed with any testimony he had in regards to Sirius Orion Black. Harry proceeded to give the details from the end of his third year, about seeing Pettigrew forced out of rat form and his admission to his former friends of the betrayal he had engineered. Then he told of how Severus Snape had interfered and ultimately caused Pettigrew to escape. Next he told of what happened at the end of the Tri-Wizard tournament, about seeing Pettigrew and his role in returning the Dark Lord to physical form. As he spoke of these events, a chorus of objections were shouted around the hall. Dumbledore finally had to stand and cast a silencing compulsion around the chambers.
"SILENCE! There will be time for discussion after. Lord Potter is under veritaserum and will continue his testimony unimpeded. Everyone here should be aware of the laws of testimony. I warn you that, as Chief Warlock, I can find any or all of you in contempt and fine you accordingly."
With the chambers forced into silence, Harry continued his testimony, detailing the final events that allowed him to escape and how Barty Crouch Jr. was uncovered. Once he finished, he grew quiet and looked to the Chief Warlock.
"Thank you Lord Potter for your testimony. Now, in accordance with the laws of this body, individuals may raise their wands if they wish to question Lord Potter about any pertinent details. I warn you though that I do not want our time wasted with spurious questioning and I will not allow harassment in these chambers. I can still issue contempt charges."
As Dumbledore spoke the last, he looked at Yaxley, Malfoy and several others. Malfoy looked incensed and raised his wand. Dumbledore nodded to allow him to question Harry.
"Lord Potter, regarding all these supposed events that happened at the end of the tournament, weren't you injured at the time? And how well could you actually see since it was well past nightfall?"
Harry was glad for the tempering influence of the serum that still coursed through him as he turned to respond.
"Lord Malfoy, the only injury I initially suffered was a sprained ankle. The night was also one day past the full moon and there were no clouds. So my mind was quite clear and I was able to see fine. My ears also were in good working order and I heard every voice that issued from behind the Death Eater masks. In fact I've heard some of those same voices in this chamber."
That remark brought another round of protests as Malfoy's lips became pinched even further. The goblins at Harry's sides moved in closer and brandished their weapons in warning. Dumbledore called the room to order and asked if anyone had any other questions about the events. The next wand to raise was from Lord McNair.
"Lord Potter, you've told us plenty about the events surrounding Black's innocence, but what about his escape? What was your role? Where is Black now?"
Harry felt a sinking feeling. This was something he had feared and the potion now compelled him to answer, but before he could, another voice spoke up. It was Amelia Bones.
"Lord McNair, as head of the DMLE, and as head of the Ancient House of Bones I object. The questions you raise are not in regards to the events in question. Need I remind you that we are not currently convened for a trial? Also, as the head of my house, I wish to now declare that House Bones is allied with House Potter and I personally lend my support to his testimony. I will also have it made known that upon taking the alliance vow, it was with the understanding that my first allegiance is to the office I hold and Lord Potter has agreed to that."
A number of exclamations were made around the chambers as the news of a new house alliance was made. Then Augusta Longbottom stood to speak as well.
"I also wish to announce that House Longbottom is allied with House Potter and I am in full support of Lord Potter's testimony."
The volume in the chambers rose again so that, when Arthur stood, he had to cast a sonorous charm to be heard.
"I also wish to announce the alliance of the Lesser House of Weasley with House Potter and lend Lord Potter my full support as well."
As Arthur sat, Dumbledore had to cast a couple canon blast spells to regain order so that he could speak.
"Madam Bones is correct in her statement. Lord McNair, your questions are spurious. Lord Potter, you are not compelled to answer by the rules of these chambers. Also, I officially acknowledge the alliances that have been spoken of here today. Are there any others who wish to announce an alliance before we proceed? Lord Potter?"
"Chief Warlock, House Potter is also allied with House Black. For obvious reasons the present Lord Apparent cannot be here today."
"What? Sirius can't rule his house. He's a fugitive!"
"Lord Yaxley! I have already warned you once."
Harry turned to the objecting Death Eater.
"Lord Yaxley, since Sirius was never given a trial, the goblins do not recognize his guilt and he is indeed Lord Apparent. With no other heirs available, he is quite capable of forming alliances."
Harry glared at Yaxley and then and Malfoy as Dumbledore tried to take control again.
"Alright, thank you Lord Potter. The alliance with House Black is also duly noted. Please take the antidote that the clerk is giving you. We will now discuss the actions to be taken regarding the testimony you presented."
Harry eagerly downed the antidote and returned to his seat. The chambers were buzzing as everyone discussed what they had heard. Once he reached his seat, Dumbledore called the chambers to attention.
"Now that Lord Potter's testimony has been submitted, it is the responsibility of this body to decide how to proceed. There are three courses of action. First, let the charges against Sirius Black stand and maintain his fugitive status. Second, clear him of all charges immediately. Third, remand the decision of further action to the DMLE pending further investigation. I believe we've heard enough to proceed with a vote immediately. If you believe otherwise, you may raise the objection."
When no one objected to an immediate vote, the Chief Warlock nodded and continued.
"Alright, all those in favor of letting the charges against Sirius Black stand as they are, please raise your wands."
Harry held his breath as a smattering of wands were raised throughout the chamber. When the tally was taken, it was well below the number needed to let the charges remain and Harry had to withhold a cheer. There were still two more votes to be taken and the Chief Warlock next took the vote to clear all charges. Again, a smattering of wands came up, but again the numbers were too few. Once the third vote was taken to remand the decision to the DMLE for investigation, it was obvious what the majority vote was. The Chief Warlock noted the number and whispered to the clerk before making the tally official.
"Thank you everyone. It is the decision of this body to remand the investigation into the charges against Sirius Orion Black to the DMLE. In conjunction with this vote, the body will accept the decision of that investigation."
As Dumbledore was concluding, a wand went up across the room, but also in the Lords' row.
"Yes Lord Nott, do you have a question in regards to the vote?"
"No Chief Warlock, I saw that the vote was fairly obvious. My concern is with the alliances of House Potter. Since both Houses Bones and Black are allies now through House Potter, I do not feel that Madam Bones can fairly investigate the charges."
Before Dumbledore could respond, Amelia spoke up.
"Lord Nott, I understand the reason for your doubt. While I assure you I can remain impartial, I do not want any hint of a conflict of interest. Therefore, I will personally be stepping aside and assigning oversight of the investigation to my deputy, Lord Kingsley Shacklebolt, who also sits here in these chambers."
Kingsley nodded to Amelia and then turned to stare at Lord Nott. The Lord nodded and waved his hand in acquiescence. Dumbledore looked at each party and then took back control.
"My thanks to Madam Bones for her integrity. I am personally well assured of the fairness of an investigation led by Lord Shacklebolt. Now, this was the last item on the agenda for today. Our next meeting will be two weeks from today. Does anyone have anything else to add?"
No one replied to the last question, so Dumbledore took his wand and released the spell he had started several hours earlier, closing out the session of the Wizengamot. Harry felt relief that it was over, but also knew that all eyes were on him so that he had to maintain his composure. He stepped out of his seat, flanked by his two guards as the third guard stepped forward from the door and the three surrounded him. Several people came up to greet Harry, mostly curious and generally just wanting to make introductions. The goblins watched each warily, but the Death Eaters he was most concerned with left quickly. Harry was doing his best to remember names, but knew that some occlumency meditation would be needed later to help with that. His allies also stopped briefly to say goodbye and Harry thanked them each. Eventually the social niceties were complete and Harry and his guard was able to exit. They made their way back to the atrium floo and arrived back at the bank four and a half hours after leaving. Harry thanked his guards and left compliments to Silverstaff before then floo'ing back to Hogwarts. He wasn't surprised that Dumbledore still wasn't back. The session had taken longer than planned and his last class was already halfway through. He had also missed lunch and was feeling drained from lack of sustenance and the emotional toll of the day. Calling Dobby, he had the elf pop him back to his apartment and then had Dobby bring him a late lunch. After he ate, he settled back on the sofa to work on his Runes reading.
About a half hour into his reading, Harry felt Hermione approaching and then she entered the apartment. Setting the book aside, he stood and took her in his arms. Holding her, he felt the tension in his body lessen as he clung to her. Sensing his need for her, she let him hold on quietly for several long minutes before he stood back and led her to the sofa, where he filled her in on all that had happened. As he detailed everything, she was able to feel each emotion through their bond and understand why he looked so exhausted.
"So, that's about all for me love. I have to say that I won't be running to attend every single Wizengamot session. I understand why Arthur hasn't attended in years. Of course, since he isn't titled, there is less for him to vote on."
"Which is completely unfair, but we have bigger issues right now. I suppose since the press was there, you'll probably be on the front page again?"
Harry groaned and nodded.
"Well, we need to study and you should probably let your allies here at school know what happened. We can find them, give them the news and then study after."
"Sounds good love, but can we have them come here to study? I'd prefer the privacy."
"Of course. You stay here, I'll go find everyone."
A few minutes later Hermione reappeared with the Weasleys, Neville and Susan. Harry once again gave the details from the Wizengamot session and how each of their families had risen to support him. Susan was incensed that her aunt's integrity had been questioned, but Harry assured her that Amelia had not been surprised and was ready with a solution. After they talked, the group was settling down to study, but Ron seemed antsy and kept looking off in the distance. Ginny was sitting directly across from him and finally had enough.
"Ron, really? You need to talk to the girl. Harry, Hermione, do you mind if Ron fetches Luna to study with us now that house business is done? She was with us when Hermione called us away."
Harry smirked and was about to tease his friend when he saw the pained expression Ron wore. Grabbing his friend by the arm, he dragged Ron to the bedroom to talk.
"Alright Ron, so what is going on with you and Luna?"
"Nothing! Well, I mean, we've been studying together and well we went for a walk around the lake, but well, I don't know."
"So do you fancy her?"
"Um, well, yeah, I think so. Bloody hell Harry, this is hard. Sometimes she leaves me baffled and other times she's positively brilliant. I mean she is Ravenclaw. But even when I can't understand her, she smiles and it doesn't seem to matter. What the hell? You had it so easy Harry, you just bonded and it was done and now you can read each other's thoughts."
"Wow mate, you've got it bad. As for me, I did have to summon the courage to tell Hermione how I felt and then kiss her before the bond happened. Summon some Gryffindor courage already. We've got a lot bigger problems right now. This is Luna, she may say she just wants you as a friend, but she isn't going to leave completely."
Ron was fidgeting so much it was making Harry nervous.
"Yeah, alright, maybe I should just tell her what I feel. Or as best I can figure out what I feel."
"You go and talk to her. When you're done, bring her back here and we'll study."
Ron nodded and they left the bedroom. Ron exited the apartment and Harry went back to study.
Everything alright love?
Yes. Ron fancies Luna. Not a big surprise. Just gave him a pep talk.
Ron was gone for close to a half hour, but when he returned, he was holding Luna's hand and grinning. Ginny looked up and smiled at her friend.
"Finally! So my brother decided to stop swallowing his tongue and ask you?"
"Yes Ginny. He was awkward and sweet, but I've agreed to be Ronald's girlfriend."
"Brilliant mate. Welcome Luna. Come, we've all got an insane amount of homework."
The rest of the evening passed quietly. The group of friends retreated to the Great Hall for dinner and then took a break after to play some games. It was all a bit surreal to Harry. Half his day had been spent in the Wizengamot chambers, petitioning for justice for his godfather, and the other half of his day was spent at school studying with friends and convincing his best mate to get a girlfriend. Only Lord Harry James Potter could manage a day like that.