Chapter 10: Meetings, talks and findings
Harry, his wife and friends sat down by a lone tree that overlooked the Black Lake. Hermione had told Harry during their time together that she always came to this tree when she needed to think without interruption. It was a beautiful morning; the sun's rays hit the water at exactly the right point to reflect the sparkling surface, while not blinding you.
The group were expecting a goblin and two humans in the form of Sharptooth, Sirius and Amelia, to arrive any minute and were waiting silently for them. Harry had warned them about his godfathers behaviour; that the old mutt was likely to flirt and play minor pranks.
Most of the girls had heard of Sirius from Harry. He was a nice man and loved a good joke; absolutely despised Snivellus Snape. Which made him great in any students book except Slytherins.
Sirius, Amelia and Sharptooth joined the seven teens and sat down by 'Hermione tree' and watched the water sparkle under the suns rays. Sirius couldn't stand the inactivity and began. "Hey pups how are you two?"
"We're fine." Hermione answered. "How's it going at your end?" she asked with a small nod towards Amelia.
Sirius noticed it. "It's good thanks pup. I just hope everything goes well." His eys went into his lap.
Tracy interrupted. "Why are you calling Hermione pup?" It was a valid question from those who didn't know Sirius well.
Sirius shrugged and laid back onto the grass. "Cos I'm a dog."
Tracy furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "No..." she began slowly, believing him insane or close to it. "Your human."
Sirius barked out a laugh. "Not like that. I'm an un-registered animagus; and my form is a dog."
"That's illegal you know. Why are you an animagus?" Daphne butted in.
Sirius looked her up and down, his dark eyes looking at her. "That's for me to know and Moony to answer."
Daphne sighed in exasperation. "And who is the mystical Moony? Hermione has mentioned him as well. 'Uncle Moony' she kept calling him... talked about visiting him."
Harry answered. "He was one of my fathers best friends at school and a kind, gentle man with a bad illne-"
"That's enough Harry. The information isn't yours to share." Sirius interjected. Harry raised an eyebrow at Sirius, but relented... his godfathers words were true. It wasn't his secret to give out.
Amelia asked Harry. "What did you want us here for Harry?" She had to have her conversation.
The lad looked over at the lake and sighed, mentally telling himself to get it all out at once. "I'm... I'm the last child to the Emrys Family line." Amelia thought for a second before her expression became astounded. "And yes I am, apparently, related to Merlin."
Sirius was suffering a case of slack-jawed-itus. "My best mates pup is related to Merlin? You know the Prophet is going to have a field day don't you?"
Hermione laughed, a sweet melodious sound. "Harry can buy the Prophet, just like you can Sirius. If we buy the paper we control what goes into it and what the wizarding world sees."
Harry looked at his wife. "How much will that cost us?"
Hermione had no idea and she said so, but she would find out later. "No clue whatsoever, Harry, but I'm sure it can't be much more than that village we built for the goblins and elves. Well actually it'll probably cost a lot more; it wasn't at all expensive to build those houses and shops. Only the Gringotts branch took a mouthful out of the budget we planned."
Harry shrugged. As far as he was concerned he had the most secure place in wizarding British as his home, no-one that was uninvited would come calling any time soon. If he claimed the Emrys vault he wondered what use he could put what he gained, notably Voldemort and his 'death-suckers' would be screwed over senseless and put down like the animals they were.
His mind drifted to what he would do when he controlled Hogwarts. He wasn't in a rush to control anything, he actually hated the idea of being rich and famous. But he remembered some muggle saying. 'If you can't beat them, join them.' This held true for his wealth and fame. He couldn't get rid of them so he had better get used to them.
The goblin, Sharptooth, watched the raven-haired wizard stare out across the lake. He thought it would be a good time to talk. "Excuse me Mr. Pott-"
"It's Harry, Sharptooth. I consider you my friend and will treat you accordingly, please do the same for me." Harry reminded the goblin.
"Thank you Harry. I couldn't help but but notice what you said earlier. About bring the last child of the Emrys Family line. Did I hear correctly?" Sharptooth was pretty sure that he had heard properly, he just wanted to confirm it.
"Yep. Daphne." He indicated the pretty blond girl sitting to his left. "Told us that Myrddin was the Founder's fore-father. Since I am related to two of the Founders, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, I noticed the connection quickly." He looked to Daphne for a second. "I also heard from Daph, that... since I defeated Voldemort albeit for a time I can claim his title as Heir of Slytherin by Right of Conquest. Is this correct?"
Sharptooth was dumfounded... of course it all made sense... how could no-one have seen it? The goblins knew that the Founders were related to Mryddin, why didn't anyone immediately realise that this young wizard was Heir to the Emrys Family? He would have to look into that... but for now he would help the child.
First, however, he owed the wizard a reply. "Yes, you're correct in your assessment. By the Right of Conquest you inherit your foe's title of Heir to Slytherin."
Harry nodded, he believed Daphne's words so it was expected. "Thank you for confirming this, my friend. Do I need to do anything to claim the title?"
Sharptooth shook his head. "No, you don't need to do anything."
Harry was relieved there was no work to be done. He got off his feet and prepared to move. "Good... I need to talk to Daphne quickly, do what you will in the mean time." He motioned to Daphne to get up and follow him. Hermione looked worriedly at him; a look he caught, he shook his head and mouthed. "Love you." She nodded and turned back to the others a small smile playing at her mouth.
Harry led Daphne away from the others, travelling around the lake to another secluded spot so he could talk to her about certain arrangements.
He sat down at the spot he chose, she followed his lead and looked at him; wondering what this was going to lead to. "You okay Daph? You've been quiet." He wasn't quite sure how to ask someone if you wanted to join their Family so he played it gently for now.
"I'm fine, just worried about Malfoy, my sister and parents. My sister, Astoria, has seen what our parents are turning into; my mother and father used to be kind people. They've gradually changed; not into death-eaters but they're getting closer. " She told him sadly, she didn't like what her parents were becoming; they were good people that had too much exposure to death eaters.
Tears began filling up in her deep-sea blue eyes; she didn't want anything bad for her family, only the best. "T-they need a g-good influence." She looked at him. "Y-you could be th-that influence."
He climbed to his feet, moved over to her and took her hand gently. He pulled Daphne to her feet and embraced her warmly. His hand gently stroking her honey-blond hair, trying to calm her. He decided to offer. "It's ok, Daph; I'll do what I can to help them... I know you talked to me about joining my Family." He finished awkwardly "and, well, the offer is there is you want it."
She didn't make a noise for a while, probably thinking about it. Daphne reached her decision when she nodded into his chest then lifted her head to look into his calming emerald eyes.
It was a hard choice, leaving her family for someone you barely knew but was so friendly, so kind to you and wasn't going to sell you off to anyone; giving her a choice who to love. "I accept... but what am I going to be in your Family?" He looked at her slightly confused, not quite getting what she meant; she caught the look. "Sister? I already know you love Hermione."
He tightened his hug slightly. "No-one can take the place of Hermione you're right... but... if you want you could join my family as a sister figure." He looked at her hopefully; he had always wanted a family. He was slowly getting one... it may not be the circumstances he would want to have one but that was for later in his life.
She smiled at him and replied. "Okay Harry." She felt the comfort he was trying to convey. "Thanks for everything, but you know you have to legalise it?" He nodded; she carried on. "C'mon we'd better be getting back to Sharptooth and the others." The new brother and sister detached from the other and walked back slowly, and in complete silence.
Hermione was the first to notice they were coming back. "Harry!" She called, rushing over to him. She slowed when she got closer and gave him a massive hug. She whispered in his ear. "How did it go?"
"It was fine, 'Mione. She is now a sister figure; but we need to get some documents for her to revoke her name and take mine."
Hermione dropped the hug slightly before pressing her lips gently against his. Harry rather enjoyed the kiss and the feeling of her lips moving against his; she was beautiful and he was her's. Sirius broke the moment shouting. "C'mere you two lovebirds." The two teens blushed lightly before moving back to the crowd; Daphne had already left and sat down by Tracey.
Harry sat down and pulled Hermione into his lap, with a soft but insistent tug of her robes. "So what's happening?" He asked.
"Nothing for now, Harry, I'm going to Gringotts to get everything ready and drag Sharptooth along with me. No doubt he wants to ask why no-one noticed anything beforehand." Sirius said. He turned to Sharptooth. "Can you take me there now please?"
The goblin nodded his head and a Crack! later there was no goblin and Marauder.
In Gringotts the odd pair met another goblin who damn near dragged the pair to the private conference room, with Ragnok waiting.
Sirius inclined his head respectfully. "Master goblin, it's good to see you again." Ragnok eyed the tall, dark-haired man.
"Good morning, Sirius." The goblin replied. It had been a long time since he had seen the young Mr. Black, the last time he had seen him was for his emancipation. It had been a long discussion.
Flashback
"Good morning, young sir. What can I do for you?" Asked a goblin, eyeing the pompus, grumpy looking woman and other young man behind this human.
"My name's Sirius Black." The boy introducted himself.
"Ah, I heard about your father... sad incident, but he went down like a man." Orion Black hadn't been a kind man until the end of his time.
Lord Orion Black had been meeting Charles and Amanda Potter, confering about returning to the light. It had been a lengthy conversation, both sides wanted something from the other; mainly reasons for trust. It had come down to swearing on their magic and allying the families together.
The Lord Black had agreed to everything, like the Potter's, and had left for home. Two days later the death-eaters came calling and found the Lord Orion Black was not pliable at all and had become furious with his continued denials.
Eventually the six death-eaters had drawn wands and a fight commenced, Orion Black was no stranger to the Dark Arts and was fighting to kill as were five casulties that night; four on the death-eaters and one for the Black Family.
The goblin looked at the woman and the young fellow behind him again. What could they be here for? "Good morning to you, Lady Black and Mr. Black." He turned back to the youngster in front of him."I assume you have come to claim your title?"
A young Sirius nodded. The woman cleared her throat. "Goblin, I believe that my husband changed his will, stating that my other son; Regulus Black is to take the title of Lord Black." She said smugly, glaring at Sirius. Said goblin frowned at her.
"I was not aware of a change in the will. I shall check with my superior and bring the will to you." The goblin replied, before running off.
Five minutes later and the same goblin returned, clutching a piece of parchment. "There was no change in the will Lady Black." She didn't look happy. "Check it for yourself." He handed the Lady the will of Orion Black. Her eyes scanned the paper, her hand gradually tightening on the slowly crumpling sheet.
"Fine. Let's go Reg." She took her sons shoulder, who winced at her tight grip, and led him through the Wizarding Bank's door; leaving Sirius to work everything out with the goblin, who later made his name known: Ragnok.
End Flashback
"It's good to see you as well, old friend." Sirius smiled. "Did my, ah, relative come?"
"Yes, she is here and rather eager to meet you." He nodded to a guard. "Bring her in." The goblin bowed and left. Leaving the Head of Gringotts and the Lord Black to chat, catching up.
A minutes later the door re-opened and two figures stepped through. One was a tall, proud-looking woman with honey-blond hair and deep blue eyes, the other was the goblin guard Ragnok had sent.
"Sirius?" The lady whispered, hardly believing her eyes; her was her chance to get away from her slightly abusive husband, but abusive all the same.
"Yep!" Sirius replied. "'Tis I, Sirius Orion Black!" He said grandly; accompanied with a flourishing bow, barely restraining the laughter.
The lady slowly walked forward, softly chuckling at her cousin's behaviour; he hadn't changed a bit. Sirius opened his arms. "C'mere Narcissa." He grinned. Her heart softened her her cousins open invitation of an apology. She rushed into his arms and gave him a hug to rival Hermione's, quietly reveling in the comfort; being a Malfoy and mal-treated for sixteen years wasn't easy.
"C'mon 'Cissy lets deal with your crappy marriage and get you, and the other Black property, away from Lucy." Sirius said, letting his cousin go. Both were glad to see eachother again- it had been a while since they had seen the other and they had been reasonably close; at least Narcissa wasn't a stuck-up bella-brain.
Narcissa looked at her cousin. "I formally request that you, Sirius Orion Black, Lord of the Black Family, cancel my arranged marriage to Lucius Malfoy."
Sirius barked a laugh. "Granted." A snapping sound echoed throughout the Hall. A certain Narcissa Black looked at her cousin and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Many thanks Sirius, many thanks." He smiled gently at her, before turning to Ragnok.
"I came here to discuss my cousin's marriage to that ass of a man, and to talk about reverting the proclaimed 'Malfoy Manor' back into the list of Black properties." Sirius stated to Ragnok, who was watching him serenely.
Narcissa looked at him as if to say. 'What?' Sirius chuckled. "My father rented out the property to the Malfoy's as long as they paid the rent for it. While they paid for it while he was alive, the Black Family hasn't recieved a Knut since. The esteemed Mr. Malfoy owes a total of..." He counted it up. "About 25,000 galleons." He looked at Ragnok. "Can I have interest?" Ragnok laughed but shook his head. Sirius pretended to be down, which he probably was since he was robbed of a chance to further annoy the Malfoy Family.
Ragnok stopped his gruff laughter. "You can, however, evict the Malfoy family from the building." Sirius looked gleeful at the news.
Narcissa tapped her cousins arm rapidly, gaining his attention. "He has two muggle girls in the basement that were there for him and his 'friends' entertainment. Both are thriteen." Sirius looked disgusted and ready to commit murder. Ragnok was scratching the arm of his chair pretending it was 'Lucy's' face. "He also has a variety of dark atrifacts scattered across the building."
Sirius looked at his goblin friend. "Can you spare twenty troops to scour the place and clear it out? Leave the muggle girls though; I'll meet them, don't let them see you." Ragnok agreed with Sirius and summoned a group of the banks guard.
The twenty goblins, well-armoured and lightly-armoured in equal numbers; all specialising in finding dark magics, entered the Hall. "You are to leave for Malfoy Manor, taking Lord Black here with you." He indicated Sirius. "Your task is to clean the building of all dark artifacts; leave the muggle girls to him."
The goblin in front nodded and banged his mailed fist against his chest-plate. "We will leave immediately, Sir!" He grabbed Sirius's hand and with a in-sync apparation with the other goblins, left the hall.
The group came just beyond the wards surrounding the building. The goblins all raised their hands and began chanting seperate spells on the wards. Sirius just stood there surround by little people, feeling like a gaint among them. A thought of him puting his foot on one of their heads and acting like a pirate made him, with a firewhiskey in hand, snort with laughter before quickly dismissing the thought, glad that no-one commented.
When the lead two goblins nodded the contingent moved forward and entered the house. The goblins quickly split into pairs and went about ridding the place of dark artifacts and drawing up a list of items that they could prosecute Mr. Malfoy for, looking quite happy while they did it.
Sirius realised he was to do what he said he was going to do and cast the Homenum Revelio spell to find any nearby people. It quickly landed on two stops directly below him; he dropped to his stomach and heard crying coming through the floor, but it was barely coherent.
He ran through the halls, finding stairs that went down and trying to keep a sense of where he was; picutring himself on the ground floor of the Manor. Pressing his ear against each door he came acroos until he found the right one.
The place did not smell nice. It stank. It was as bad at the time Buckbeak had pooped in that cave they had stayed in for a while, while getting away from the transfigured his clothes into muggle clothing it was far more comfortable in a plain white top and some jeans.
He pressed his ear agains the second to last door and heard the same whimpering from earlier. He gently spoke. "I'm going to open the door. I am not here to harm or hurt you okay? I'm with the police." It wasn't a lie per-sa he had worked for the Aurors before going to Azkaban.
"Alohomora!" he whispered, pointing his finger at the door lock. The lock clicked and Sirius slowly opened the door, so he wouldn't startle the two girls that were in here.
He found them on the floor, naked with bruises and cuts all over them. His body re-acted but he shook himself; now was most definitely not the time to even think those thoughts. "It's okay, you can come out. On my life, I'll not hurt you."
A frightened, but sweet voice came out. "W-who are you?"
"My name is Sirius. I'm here to help, please let me." He begged, attempting to get them to listen to him.
"My name's Anne, Anne Lilson. If I come out can you heal me? I noticed those men with little sticks that d-did things with them while speaking funny w-words." She was clearly scared for her life, he couldn't blame her, and she knew about magic.
"You know about the magic?" He asked.
"If that's what it is. One second my clothes were on me, the next they aren't. So yes I suppose I do know about the magic." She stood and covered herself with her hands and arms. Sirius watched her carefully, slowly moving closer.
"W-what are you doing?" Her voice cracked with fear. He came closer, but even slower than before.
"Come here..." He enveloped her in a gentle hug, stroking her brunette hair; trying to not think about the naked body. She stiffened, before relaxing and sobbing her heart out; he couldn't fault her, god knows how long she has been here but she is getting out now and will never be put in this istuation again.
"C-can y-you d-do some-something?" She pulled back. Sirius nodded, guessing what she wanted. He picked up a rock and transfigured it into a white dress patterned with blood-red roses.
"Here, put this on. Where is your friend?" He asked softly, hoping to god he wasn't too late.
Anne began pulling the dress on quickly. "She's is unconscious. Hasn't woken in two days." she felt a tingling around her and panicked. "What's happening?"
"Calm down." Sirius said gently. "I'm just healing your wounds and bruises. I'll do the same for your, ah, family member." He quickly made his way over to the other girl and did what he had done for Anne, with the rock into dress. Silently vowing that the next time he saw 'little Lucy' he was going to put him through so much pain.
He noticed similarities between the two and turned from his work to look at Anne, who was staring at him. "Hey, how exactly you two related?"
"She is my t-twin sister, but she takes more after our d-dad." She began crying again, Sirius could guess why; her family had most likely been murdered... just another reason to beat the crap out've 'Lucy'.
"It's okay, Anne. I'll do everything I can to look after you and your sister. What is her name?"
"Her name's... name's... Jenny." She said, choking back a sob. Sirius nodded and finished his silent-casting of healing spells.
"C'mon lets get out of this dump." He picked the girl named Jenny up with one arm placing the unconscious girl against his hip and placing his arm on Anne's shoulder comfortingly; the girl snuggled into him as they left, clearly needing comfort.
He would talk with the elves at their village by Potter Manor and get some healing potions for their malnourished bodies.
Harry sat in Gringotts with Daphne and Hermione after Sharptooth had collected them and brought them for the talk about the Heir to Merlin stuff. "So when can I see the vault? God knows Hermione is eager and I'm not far behind."
"Now if you want, Harry." Rangok replied.
"Sure, but can we finish the papers for Daphne's introduction to my Family?" Harry asked politely. Ragnok waved an arm and a couple of sheets of parchment appeared.
The Director explained. "One of these sheets is for Miss. Greengrass to sign, revoking her name. The other is for you, your wife and Miss. Greengrass to sign."
Daphne realised that this was it. There wasn't any going back unless she did all this again. She hesitantly reached for the first paper she was supposed to sign, when a comforting hand made it's way to her shoulder. She turned her head to see Harry. "It's okay, Daph. It's completely your own choice." Hermione followed Harry's lead and placed a hand on Daphne's other shoulder, and smiled warmly at the blond-haired girl.
Daphne nodded and took the quill and wrote her name, after scanning the paper with her eyes. She placed the paper back on the desk, took the next and handed it to Harry. "Are you sure you want this Daphne?" Again the hesitation came, but she slowly nodded her head. "Okay." He signed his name and passed the sheet to Hermione; who signed it as well. Hermione held it out for Daphne, who took it and signed it.
Ragnok used the goblin equivalent of the accio summoning charm on the papers before magically sending them to another goblin, who would get everything worked though. "That shouldn't take too long." He idly commented.
The ever-need to learn sprouted, again, in Hermione. "Can we see the Vault, please?"
Chapter 11: Vaults, shops, punches and jokes
Ragnok hopped into the cart that would take them to the Emrys Family vault. He was eagerly followed by the young Potter couple; Hermione took her seat on Harry's lap, reveling in the saftey she felt; Hermione had a zero-level love for rollercoasters and this was shaping up to be one.
Ragnok gleefully called. "Go!" and, like the wind, the cart shot off; Hermione screaming all the way with Harry getting a face-full of her sweet-smelling hair. Ragnok looked like a child, shouting out indecipherable words while laughing... a rare sight for a goblin.
Deeper and deeper they went, into the bowels of Gringotts; to the deepest levels meant for the highest-level security vaults in wizarding Britian. Hermione had, much to Harry's delight, stopped screeching like a banshee and was watching their surroundings fly past.
Finally the cart began to slow, and if it wasn't for the goblin-made lanterns they would be in pitch-black darkness. Hermione and Harry became agitated with their excitement; they couldn't wait to see the inside of the fabled vault of Myrrdin Emrys, the greatest wizard to have ever lived.
The cart halted to a stop in front a gigantic, for lack of a better word, door. Words couldn't describe the size of the doors; they were larger than the size of the doors that were the entrance of the Great Hall back at Hogwarts.
Ragnok stood in front of the massive door and took a pendant from his inner leather jacket. It was in a slight diamond shaped with a long tail end and radiated a pure angelic-white. He placed it in a diamond-shaped pocket that the door had thrust out. The pendant went into the door and, when verified by the wards, was ejected.
Ragnok took it and placed the pendant back into his leather jacket. He turned to Harry, who was watching on; barely restraining an over-enthusiastic Hermione. "The pendant was entrusted to the Goblin King by your ancestor over a millenia and a half ago, it is the key to opening the vault. Along with one drop of blood from the Family member; don't worry you will only need to do this once. Do you want to go through with this?" Ragnok looked at the married teens and shook his head covering his laughter. Both of them looked ready to wet themselves with excitement.
Harry tried to regain some dignity. "Of course I will." He held the palm of his hand out, letting go of Hermione, to Ragnok. The goblin took a ceremional dagger, that was inscripted with wierd runes, from another pcoket of his jacket and made a quick cut across Harry's palm and took the teens hand and placed it against the stone-cold door.
Hermione was ready to pounce through the door.
The grinding of the door as it slowly opened was deafening. Both Harry and Hermione had to cover their ears, that were over-sensative due to their animagus forms. Ragnok was gritting his teeth, covering his hairy ears.
The door fully opened. The first thing they saw was a wavy blue wall, that they assumed correctly was warding, that crackled with a white light every so often. Ragnok looked at the couple. "If you are the Heir to Merlin then the wards will let you pass, Hermione; because of your marriage and soul-bond to Harry you are also granted access."
Both teens immediately started forward, holding hands as they hit the barrier, which flickered and dropped.
Beyond the ward it was sparsley filled. Books, scrolls, writings, gloves, robes and various other bits and bobs were placed in sections; it was perfect for the straight-thinking Hermione.
Before they could begin searching around, having a look, two sets of battle-robes shot forward. Harry and Hermione became clothed in dangerous-looking robes. The robes weren't heavy, quite light actually, with leather straps that criss-crossed over their chests and backs; at their waists two pouches came out of the belt; their jeans had changed into tight-fitting leather trousers. They also noticed the black hood that each robe had; both with the pheonix crest, that was Merlin's, on them.
The clothing hinted their figures to the other, so they were hard-put to tear their eyes from eachother. Other items slowly moved across the room and placed themselves in pockets and scabbards. Two needle-pointed Dirks, various vials with labels slotted themselves into vial-sized slots on the leather straps across their chests.
Ragnok stood and watched as the two teens looked at him as if to say 'what?' he had to admit they, in this new garb, looked deadly. He was sure that if they put the hood up they would look frightening to anybody; especially Harry with those bright green eyes that appeared to stare through your soul.
After a minute of various bit 'n' pieces flying towards the married couple, they would scare the pants off anybody.
A disembodied voice echoed throughout the Vault. It was raspy and gravel-like from lack of use. "The heir to Myrrdin Emrys has returned. Step forward to the fountain and take a goblet-full of the water; it has properties that will enchance your abilities and grant you new powers." Harry took the step and reached for the goblet, filled it with water and drank.
Sharptooth, after being abandoned by Sirius, left to go to the Gringotts Ancestory Department. He walked through the Halls at a pace that if he went any faster he would be running. He met the Head of the department along the way.
Slightly out've breath Sharptooth asked. "Sir, may I have a quick word with you?" The other goblin, Griphook, looked at him and slowlyu nodded.
"Let's go to my office and we can have that chat." He replied. Sharptooth nodded gratefully. Together the two goblins made their way through the magically expanded corridors of Gringotts bank.
They entered the office of the Head of department. Griphook sat and offered a chair to the other goblin. "What is it you wish to talk about?" Griphook asked politely, after all Sharptooth was one of Harry Potters friends; it wouldn't do to treat him with disrespect.
"I noticed a few things that you need to check." Sharptooth began. "My client, Lord Potter, was realised as the Heir to Myrrdin Emrys earlier today; what i want to know why wasn't this known earlier? He is related to Gryffindor and Ravenclaw; two descendants of Merlin."
Griphook looked suprised. "Lord Potter, you say? I'm afraid that wasn't in my schedule, my deputy took care of it; or so I thought. Let's go and talk with him." The got up and left for yet another office.
Sirius calmly exited the renewed Black Manor, under his skin was different story. Inside he was seething, anger that he hadn't felt since he found out Pettigrew was responsible for his best friends death. But he knew he had to stay calm for these two girls. They had lost everything and had their bodies used by death-eaters.
They had left for a muggle-shopping area, to try and return her to some familiar sights; in an attempt to calm her down. Anne had apperciated it and so had Jenny when Sirius had woken her up.
Sirius rolled his neck, cracking the joints, in anger. He was going to beat the crap out of Lucy next time he saw him, the blond-haired prick was going to get it. And he would make sure it was painful. But, for now, he'd keep cool look after these two girls.
"Sirius?" Anne called. He turned and made his way back to her; he had left her in a muggle book-shop to grab an ice-cream, that he had munched quickly. After reading some of the titles he had promptly left. Cinderella? It sounded like a deadly illness, to the pureblood.
"Yes, Anne?" He returned. He smiled at her, she was feeling okay; just edgy around people, especially men. Except him.
"Can you get me these books?" She had gathered a small stack of them. He eyed them and picked a couple of them up. Eldest, Voyage of the Dawn Treader, Druid of Shannara? Wha'? He put them back down, took her gently by the arm and led her away from the muggles.
Quietly he asked. "What the hell is Shannara? Is that some sort of muggle illness?" Anne giggled at Sirius's un-familiarity with non-magical Britian.
"No, silly, it's a great series of books that I love reading." She smiled at him. Her father and mother had broken up the day before the incident that took her parents away, three weeks later she had been found by Sirius.
The man was very kind to her, polite, funny and had a great happy-go-lucky attiude. She knew he was enraged at her attacker's; his protectiveness had her taking a liking to him. He had helped her sister and herself when they were naked. Now she didn't know much about men, except those that had hurt her, but she guessed he had to excerise self-restraint; and done a good job of it too.
"Okay." He grinned. "I'll get them for you, how much do they cost? I have about 300 muggle pounds in by back pocket."
She looked down, upset. She didn't want him spending lots of money, but he seemed to be quite well off. "They cost..." She read the backs of the books. "..." She didn't want him spending that much on five books!
"How much are they, Anne? I guarantee that it doesn't matter about the price. I'll let you in on a secret." He moved to her ear. "In the wizard bank, I own approximately forty-billion galleons which equals about four-trillion of your non-magical money... I think... I haven't seen the exchange rates recently." He finished thoughtfully.
Jenny came round the corner in the beautiful dress that Sirius had transfigured from that rock and saw them talking. Her sister looked gobsmacked, it was a funny expression for Anne, and she couldn't help but giggle lightly at her.
Sirius looked up when he heard the other twin giggle. He was glad for his 'doggy-ears' and motioned her over. Jenny came over and hugged him quickly before pulling back. "What was that with Anne?" Sirius looked at Anne.
The brunette shook her head and repeated to Jenny what she had found out from Sirius, before reverting back to the jaw-drop face she had been making.
Sirius haned over his money to Anne and ordered her. "Go and get your books, missy. There's £300 there before you ask." She smiled happily, she had wanted these books since forever. She happily walked away clutching the books to her chest, smiling.
"Thanks, Sirius. For everything." Jenny said thanking him. He had changed their lives around in less than six hours; this time three days ago she had been forced into something with a man, now she was being cared for and given a second chance at a good life. But she would have those daunting memories forever.
Sirius snorted. "Don't thank me. I was more than happy to help you and you sister when you were in a position that you should never have been in, in the first place." He sat down and motioned for her to join him on the floor; she chose the more comfortable option of sitting in his lap. His arms encircled her, trying to convey safety.
She leaned back into him. "Are we going to visit you're home soon?" She inquired.
"As soon as Anne's done." He replied. The brunette girl had chosen the prefect time to appear. "Hey Anne! Do you want to see my home?"
"Yeah!" She exclaimed enthusiastically.
"Let's find a secluded spot." Sirius suggested, looking around for a good place. He had a thought. "I need to go to the bank first though okay?" The girls nodded. He looked around, seeing no-one watching, and grabbed the two girls hands and apparated to Diagon Alley.
The apparation spots were crowded today, Sirius noted. The giant pile of wizards and witches that were bustling around. He took the Annes and Jenny's hands firmly and shouldered his way through the crowd, with the years in Azkaban he looked thin; but that was only the sunken-in skin.
He moved his way to the Gringotts bank, when he heard Jenny scream. He shot round like lightening and looked at her cover her mouth; something was frightening her. He followed her gaze and saw a load of long, pale-blond hair. Mr. Malfoy.
"MALFOY!" Sirius roared, infuriated. This man had killed the parents to these little girls and had abused his cousin. He drew a crowd when he stomped up to the blond prick. Lucy-ius turned to look at him lazily. His pale blue eyes found their way to Jenny and Anne; not that he knew their names, and widened.
"HOW DARE YOU!" Sirius bellowed at the top of his voice. He grabbed the esteemed Mr. Malfoy by the collar, drew his fist back and punched him in the face with everything he had. The ponce dropped like a sack of potatos. The aurors on patrol were drawn by the cheering crowd; the group of witches and wizards positively delighted that someone was standing against Malfoy... well wasn't standing against him, more like pummeling his face in.
The aurors pushed through the crowd to see Sirius hitting Malfoy senior. They didn't like the man but they had to drag Sirius off Malfoy before he killed him.
Sirius moved off Malfoy, without the aurors help. Sirius used a wandless Ennervate on the unconscious man. "Listen to me, and listen well. If I see you again, things will get worse, got it?" He raised his voice for the crowd to hear. "You abuse my cousin in your marriage and you take two muggle girls from her parents, killing them in the process, and rape them? You sicken me." He kicked Malfoys skull, setting the man unconscious again. The crowd began talking amongst themselves
The crowd watched as Sirius put his arms around the two girls, in identical dresses, and walked off to Gringotts. Both girls were glad they had someone like Sirius come into their lives; fiercely protective but gentle.
Sirius entered the bank and set up trust funds for the two girls, placing ten-million galleons in each. While there he also annouced the cancelled marriage between Narcissa Black and Lucius Malfoy and withdrew the Malfoy's allowance to the Black vaults.
Harry and Hermione, accompanied by Ragnok, walked out've the Vault. The voice had stated all of Harry's new abilites and he couldn't wait to try them out. The voice pushed the knowledge of his abilities into his mind and left him to sort through everything. Appartation, animal speech and increased magical regeneration were just a couple of the powers Harry and, because of their sould-bond, Hermione.
The young couple were given wand-holsters that had useful properties. Both holsters were invisible to all but the users and could not be summoned.
They took the cart back and were climbing out've it when they saw Sirius with his arms around two girls. Harry and Hermione looked at eachother, grinned, pulled their hoods up and walked into view.
The two girls looked at the person, Harry, who was watching them with his bright green eyes staring into them; the hood shadowing the majority of his face. They screamed, causing Sirius to turn sharply and look at them.
He immediately knew Harry and Hermione from their eyes, and pointed that out to the Anne and Jenny. "It's okay, you two. One is my godson, the other is his wife. They're just messing with you... though they look bloody scary." Eying the two, he barked a laugh.
The Potter's lowered their hoods and were grinning like prats. "How-?" They began simultaneously.
"Your eyes." Harry rolled his eyes, Hermione mock-glared at him. "Not just your's, Harry; Hermiones aswell." Harry stuck his tongue out at Hermione, who sook her head and laughed.
"What's with the two girls, Sirius?" Harry asked, noting how his godfathers eyes burned with anger and hatred when he mention it.
"Lucy Malfoy had them. I didn't want him to have them, so I took them away." Sirius kept from mentioning everything; the girls would get upset and he was trying to look after them. He saw Daphne walk in and stare at Harry, whose tight-fitting clothes revealed his wiry muscles underneath. Sirius caught Anne and Jenny staring at him aswell and motioned to Harry. "You, Hermione and Daphne ought to go back to Hogwarts."
Harry looked down and noticed his four-pack sticking out through his clothes and the hint of the next two coming along. "In this?" Harry exclaimed. "Are you mad?"
Sirius looked mischievous. "Yeah, go in and act like nothings different." He laughed his usual bark-like laugh. "You'll send Dumbledore into a coma, Snivellus will have a fit and the girls will be drooling over you. That's when you kiss Hermione in front of the school." Sirius grinned like a maniac. "Oh and Malfoy is homeless... rub it in a bit." Harry laughed. Daphne looked worried.
"If I didn't have Harry's assurances that you weren't insane..." She left it hanging.
"Thanks so much, Daphne." Sirius replied sarcastically, but smiled at her. "Get going you three. Harry." He continued. "I'm going to the wolf house okay? I need to help these two." He patted the two muggle-girls's backs; Harry nodded. "See you soon, pups."
Hermione grabbed Harry's arm and motioned for Daphne to do the same. With a crack! Harry's newfound powers took them straight to Hogwarts.
The trio landed by the lake. Hermione nudged Daphne. "You go first, Daph. Me and Harry'll come in five minutes." The blond-haired girl grinned at them widely and walked to the Great Hall.
Five minutes elapsed, where Harry and Hermione took the time to engage eachother in a tongue-dueling contest.
Hermione broke away reluctantly and checked her watch. "Come on, Harry. Let's announce ourselves to the school." He grinned and held his arm out for her to take, which she happily did.
"Lady Potter, will you accompy me into the Great Hall?" Harry asked grandly.
"Of course, my Lord Potter, i will be glad to join you." Hermione replied in the same tone. They looked funny and dangerous at the same time. Their clothes were down-right scary, but their faces were the epitome of happiness.
The same thought travelled through their head. God this is gonna be fun.
Chapter 12: Announcements, a chat and a laugh
Hogwarts was an astounding focus of magical energies that came from a millenia of students, teachers and various animals that had been kept inside it. The majority of the students had an over-bearing on their magical core, causing them to release their extra energy; which was then harnessed by Hogwarts school.
It didn't do it by choice, but how else was it supposed to alter the warding strength? The Founders had it in-built into the castle. If the school didn't need all the wards active, it could de-activate them; when they were needed she could focus huge amounts of power into the wards. The massive input of magic caused Hogwarts to become a sentient being and have a slight bond between the Founders and their offspring.
She inwardly sighed. She knew of the headmaster and his sometimes-subtle manipulations, but had previously been helpless; she was supposed to serve the headmaster. Until the Heir returned and realised his place.
Seeing the young Heir to the Founders and their fore-father, Myrrdin, the castle could assume what they wanted; a grand entrance. While she couldn't laugh; she could have a mental breakdown and cause herself, as a castle, to shake.
Feeling his thoughts she prepared herself for the shock and horror some of the students and teachers were going to have. Gently she pointed out that he should put his hood up and cast a concealment charm over his face, except his eyes.
As they were about to walk into the Great Hall a thought struck Harry; which he naturally pointed out to Hermione. "Hey, 'Mione, we should raise our hoods to freak them out further. Perhaps a concealment charm on our faces." He grinned, glad no-one had seen them yet.
She giggled, light-heartedly; something she'd being doing more often. Harry was simply the kindest, most caring person she had ever met aside from her parents; she also enjoyed his devious side.
Hermione nodded and threw her hood up and cast the concealment charm on her face, leaving out her eyes. She nodded to Harry, who returned the gesture, and held out her hand. He took it in his, loving the way her skin felt; soft like silk, he'd have to mention it later... but he might of said those words more than a few times... oh well.
Hogwarts prepared the ceiling; turning it into a stormy sky accompanied by sound effects of lightning.
Harry nodded to Hermione and entered the Great Hall, purposely banging the doors open.
All heads turned towards them, not a few fainted from the sight. The esteemed Malfoy Jr. pissed himself before fainting. Snape watched with his dark eyes, but looked like he was going to need a few dummies to Cruico later. Dumbledore looked shocked, horrified and funny all at the same time; an elderly man trying out his 'I'm a goldfish' expression while wearing purple robes, is NOT to be taken seriously.
Naturally, half of the female population was damn near drooling at the man's abdominal muscles; half of the male population hating him, knowing they'd have to workout to get a girl. The other half of the male population was wondering how to convince the woman, on the man's arm, to follow them into a broom closet; the other half of the female population glaring at the young lady, hating her curvy, slim body and generally wishing they had a body like that.
The hall was silent.
BANG! Thunder crashed overhead - the entire school population jumped, many people screamed.
Excellent timing. Harry thought, smirking to himself.
Thanks, young Heir. Hogwarts replied, making Harry inwardly jump.
Can we talk later? He asked, excited but outwardly remaining calm. I'm loving the look on Dumbledores face right now. And he was. High and mighty 'leader of the light' Dumbledore looked ready to breakdown and urinate himself, why though was up to debate. Harry grinned.
Of course, Heir. I'm quite enjoying the sight myself. She replied, before leaving his head.
Harry and Hermione looked at each-other, neither of them knowing that they both had the same grin on their faces. Harry moved close to Hermione's ear. "Off with the hoods?" She could hear his playful tone, and nodded; a grin spread across her own face.
Harry and his wife pulled down their hoods, a gasp ran through the Hall. Turning to her and bringing his lips to her knuckles he asked. "My lady, would you accompany me for a bit of lunch? We must have missed breakfast..."
"Of course, my Lord, I will happily join you." Harry's stomach growled from lack of food. "Your stomach seems to agree." A nervous titter of laughter ran through several students.
Hermione noticed Remus was absent from the table. It was only two days since the end of last month, and poor Remus still had his 'furry little problem that wasn't so little' to deal with. She would have to find something better than the Wolfsbane potion to deal with his affliction, perhaps try and find something more permanent for him.
Dumbledore stood up, barely containing his annoyance. "Mr. Potter. Professor's Mcgonagall, Snape and Flitwick reported that a couple of students from their houses did not come go to the common rooms last night. Can you explain? And what are you wearing?"
Harry looked disdainful; he was going to rip into the headmaster for everything he had done. "My clothes are no concern. Care to explain why you left me with some abusive relatives, headmaster?" Mocking Dumbledore's title. The old mans face blanched as many students and professors turned to watch for his answer.
"Can you answer my question please, Mr. Potter? Or I will have to assign detentions and remove house points." Dumbledore retorted, trying to remove the attention from himself.
"Of course, sir, give me detentions and remove house points; but what will that accomplish? I also notice that you failed to answer my question as well." Harry rebuked.
"200 points from Gryffindor and a week of detentions with professor Snape." Dumbledore inwardly grinned at himself, but outwardly he looked upset - something he had mastered; holding in one emotion and projecting another.
The Hall watched at the red rubies that were Gryffindor's house points dropped to zero. An angry red-head, that had found the colour-counter for Harry's spell, stood up. "You idiot, Potter. You're costing us points sit down and shut your gob, before you cost us more." Ron Weasley looked scared, but spoke up anyway – he couldn't keep his mouth shut even if he tried. Harry shrugged and thought of Hogwarts.
Hermione watched her husband carefully. Harry grinned widely. "Reverse the headmasters point deduction and remove the detentions, if you will." The hall watched as the Gryffindor rubies went back up again, many gasped and began talking about it, pointing.
The head of Gryffindor house was in shock. "Mr. Potter, how did you manage that?"
Haha, time for another shock... I'm thinking the words for laughter, geez spent to much time with Sirius. "My name is Harry James Potter and much more. My full name is Harry James Gryffindor-Ravenclaw Emrys Potter."
Snape stood up. "Stop spouting crap Potter, you arrogant little sod. And rid yourself of those stupid-looking clothes; you're even more pig-headed than your father was." In truth the old bat was actually not much better off than ickle Malfoy, but he wouldn't admit that. Not even under vertiserum.
Harry laughed, Hermione joining him. After about thirty seconds of full blown laughter from the pair, Harry spoke. "Ahh, I was hoping you would say that professor. Severus Snape, as Heir of Howarts, I relieve you of your teaching duties." Snape was levitated and thrown out of the Great Hall by some unseen force. But it was highly amusing for everyone.
Snape's face would be one for the record. Being raised out've his seat was shocking enough for him, when he soared, ungracefully, through the air towards the exit... well let's just say his face was priceless. Everyone there cheered at Snapes abrupt departure, aside from the Slytherin's.
Dumbledore frowned. "Mr. Pott-"
"Lord Potter or Lord Emrys please professor." Harry smiled coldly. Dumble-brains opened his mouth to speak, but Harry got there first. "Oh and if you try to reprimand me, manipulate me or do anything to contact me or my friends, I'm afraid that I'll have to leave Hogwarts... something that I'm already considering."
Dumbledore was silenced, and practicing his goldfish expression again... he is getting better at it. Harry thought.
You'd better not leave or I'd have to listen to him bitch more than he usually does. Oh, and you might want to help Fawkes; Dumbledore's placed a few less than friendly charms on the poor bird. Hogwarts told him.
Can you do something about it if I give your permission? I don't really know much about being the heir... sorry. Harry replied to the thought, he received a confirmation from Hogwarts so he gave permission. The castle shook as it gathered strength to blow the enchantments holding the phoenix.
"Mr. Potter, when you are speaking to the headmaster please talk to him with respect." Mcgonagall ordered, though she didn't sound sure..
Harry shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Respect is something earned, not given. I see absolutely no reason to trust, help, respect Mr. Dumbledore. Why? Because he left me to suffer at the hands of my relatives." The deputy head frowned. "If you don't believe me then come to the hospital wing later, 8pm sharp." He looked around; noticing several girls staring at him probably undressing him with their eyes, he thought. He knew that these clothes were rather revealing of his lean figure. Mcgonagall won't be the only person there, he thought.
Harry and Hermione sat down and ate a lovely portion of too-good-to-be-true roast duck. After twenty minutes they got up and left; their friends following them.
Outside the doors to the Great Hall, Harry softly called. "Dobby." and the elf popped into existence.
The big-eared and even bigger-eyed, but ever eager elf asked. "What can Dobby be doing for Master Harry Potter?"
Harry sighed. "Dobby for the last time my name is Harry. Call me by my name. Please." He hated the word master. "Can you take us to the lake please?" The elf nodded and the humans were quickly apparated to the lake.
Harry was glad it was relatively warm today, despite it being England and autumn. The group sat and rested for a while.
Sirius watched the two twins, deciding he was going to offer them a home. They'd lost everything; hopefully he could give their lives a massive change around. At least he hoped he could.
Right now the pair were searching around the gigantic mansion that was his godson's. Sirius had given the two free reign as long as they didn't touch anything; there were dangerous items in the household, though none of them were dark. Harry and Hermione would never house anything dark.
He sat on the couch, watching the 42' inch TV screen. He'd decided that he liked the muggle shows after Jenny had shown him a show called WWE. He'd been engaged immediately commenting on what he would do in certain situations, but had been rather put out when Anne had pointed out it was all fake or they'd be covered in bruises.
That didn't mean he couldn't enjoy it. It was fun watching people pretend to beat eachother up and act all hurt.
At first he was surprised that the muggle stuff actually worked in the magical environment, he couldn't ask anyone right now why it worked and he didn't really care as long as it worked.
The pair walked back in completely awestruck. Sirius decided to comment. "So? You two like the place?" Both girls nodded quickly and sat down on either side of him. Sirius's insides squirmed uncomfortably. "I know I haven't known you two except for the past few hours, but I thought I'd offer you two to stay here." He shook himself; he'd gotten it out.
Anne nodded quickly. "Of course we'll stay... I mean where else can we go?" She noticed Sirius's guilty face. "It's not your fault Sirius, what else could you have done? You did your best, we're both alive and well; don't beat yourself up about it." Tears welled up as the memories came drifting back, before she remembered seeing her tormentor being beaten black and blue by Sirius. She was safe with this man.
He put arm round her for as much his comfort, as for hers. She laid her head on his shoulder, while her sister took the other shoulder.
Harry and friends sat out by the lake, relaxing and laughing; remembering Snape's face when he was literally thrown out.
Harry sighed, his head resting in Hermione's lap, her hands treading through his raven hair. He groaned. "I'll have to go to infirmary later, to talk to the Head of Gryffindor house. Do you want to visit Remus later?"
A new voice startled them. "One step ahead of you there, pup." A roughed-up looking Remus removed the disillusionment charm on himself. "I had contemplated pranking you while you couldn't see me but decided against it."
Daphne chuckled. "You're just like, Sirius, professor."
Remus was shocked. "You know Sirius?"
The slim-bodied girl nodded, deciding to act like it was nothing. "'Course I do; he's practically my uncle." She grinned at Harry, who replied with a lopsided smile of his own. Remus's jaw fell a few inches.
"Err, what?" He asked, stunned. Daphne and the other laughed at him and his clueless state.
"It's okay, uncle Remus." Hermione smiled at him, a smile which he returned. "Are you feeling better now?"
The man nodded slowly, cautious of the others; despite them knowing, thanks to professor Snape. "I'm still feeling the after-effects but the worst of it is gone, thankfully."
Hermione nodded, understanding his elusive answer. "I'm going to be looking for a more... sticking cure for you okay? The Potter mansions potions lab is vast, as is the library. If anywhere we can help you, we will."
Professor Lupin shook his head sadly. "There isn't, Hermione, don't waste your time."
Harry looked thoughtful. "What if we put together the properties your current potion and animagus potions? No that wouldn't work..." He trailed off.
Neville looked at him. "What were you going to suggest?"
Harry shrugged. "Use the current potion to calm his mind, then the animagus to allow him to change at will instead of it... well you know." He finished, preventing Remus from getting down about his illness.
The group spent their time talking about what they were going to do when a delicate subject came up. "Why does professor Lupin tread around the fact he is a werewolf?" Tracey asked, but immediately felt insensitive. "I'm sorry that was a person-"
Harry shurgged. "He doesn't like what he has to be. Therefore he doesn't talk about it." It was a slight rebuke and Tracey noticed it.
"He's such a good man, though, isn't he? He is a very friendly person, just too shy people won't like him or be frightened of what he is... a fear which isn't unfounded either." Neville pointed out.
The topic trailed off with Neville's words, the group turned back to rest and relaxation. After dinner Hermione went to the library at 7pm, promising to meet Harry in the hospital wing, to search for idea's to help Remus. Harry suspected she also wanted to go over the lessons she missed that day.
When 8pm came, they all left the Room of Requirement where they had moved to at 7pm; Harry and the others aside from Daphne and Tracey who had already seen the damage done to him. Hermione, Neville and Susan accompanied an annoyed Harry.
The hospital wing doors opened steadily to reveal the Deputy head and the infirmary's mistress; the dreaded Madame Pomfrey.
Harry narrowed his eyes and carefully began taking off his... suit? Armour? Costume? Anyways he took the top off, baring his chest to everyone. Watching them carefully with his startling green eyes, he closed them and turned around. He heard wretching and felt arms carefully around his stomach; Hermione. "Hey 'Mione." He whispered.
"Hey." She murmured back. "How are you?"
"Truly? I feel fine, this is becoming regular." He joked. She poked him in the side, making him jump. He sighed. "I don't mind, that part of my life is over, I've got you now." She held him tighter. "I actually kinda like having my shirt off and feeling a breeze against my upper body, but I'd get stared at because of the scars."
"I could try putting glamours on them, so people don't see them." Hermione suggested.
"Nah, it's fine Hermione. I realized a while ago that I should only care about peoples opinions if the person matters to me. You, Sirius, Amelia, our friends, your parents and other distant relations." He turned to his head of House, the matron and his friends. "See something?" He watched Mcgonagall flinch at coldness in his voice, and is friends cringe.
His head of House looked appalled. "Mr. Potter, I'm sorry what has happened, but I suspect words have little effect on...?" she motioned.
"None at all." He agreed.
Griphook and Sharptooth sat watching the deputy of Gringotts Ancestory Department sweat nervously.
Griphook asked. "Well? Why didn't you inform anyone of Mr. Potter lineage?"
I'm in shit anyway, the goblin thought before speaking. "Two days before Lord Potter's emancipation Albus Dumbledore came to me, informing me of Lord Potter's hertiage. I planned on informing you the next day, but he demanded an oath that no-one knew; especially Mr. Potter." He took a gulp of Firewhiskey, loving the slight burning sensation that trickled down his throat.
"Continue." Sharptooth spat, hostilities rising in him. His client had been cheated and that particular client happened to be the kindest, well-mannered wizard they knew.
Thumper shurgged. "I refused him." Open shock registered on the other two goblins face's. "He demanded again, and again I refused. We continued for ten minutes before he asked me what I wanted most." Scowls appeared. "Strangely I was feeling selfless. I demanded equal rights between goblins and wizards and that he had two weeks to deliver. He agreed, but requested I take the oath first – I- I was a fool and did." He looked regretful. "He has done nothing to help our Nation."
Sharptooth nodded. "Okay, don't meet him again thought okay? Find Ragnok, I'm sure he would love an oppertunity to berate the great Albus Dumbledore." He grinned ferally. Griphook and Thumper grinned as well.
Amelia sat in her office, quietly going through the paperwork on Albus Dumbledore when her floo activated and Sirius requested her presence; which she granted and left to see him.