Foxglove

Chapter Three

Healing Halls, Gringotts
October 06, 2000
Sunday

[{Phoebus third POV.}]

Upon entry to the Healing Halls they were greeted with his grandparents comforting Arthur and Remus sitting besides Hadrian's bedside. The exhausted and sorrowful look was clued them in as they came closer to Arthur, sitting on the bed beside the older man. Instead of speaking the man simply handed a long scroll to his son, letting Phoebus read from beside him.

Inheritance Test Ritual (ITR)
Name: Arcticus “Arthur” Septimus Weasley - Prewitt
Status: Pureblood
Age: 42
Species: Wixen Human (Omega)
Creature Inheritance: Draken
Parents: Septimus Billius Weasley (Sire), Cedrella Ophelia Weasley ne Black (Mother)
Godparents: Atticus Orpheus Black, Isolde Nightbloom nee Nott
(God)Siblings: Orion Arcturus Black, Iris Isolde Nightbloom
Birth: February 06, 1958
Death: Blank

House Lines:
Black (by Mother)
Macmillan (by Mother) (Lord)
Weasley (by Sire) (Lord)                    Prewitt (by marriage)
Malfoy (by Sire) (feud) 

Relatives:
Septimus Billius Weasley (Sire) (Deceased)
Cedrella Ophelia Weasley ne Black (Mother) (deceased)
Billius Nexus Weasley (Older brother) (deceased)
Lancelot Orpheus Graves nee Weasley (Younger brother) (38)
Lucian Fenwick Graves (Nephew) (9)
Elijah Percival Graves (Nephew) (9)
Ophelia Jasmine Graves (Niece) (5)
William “Bill” Arcticus Weasley (Eldest son) (20)
Charles “Charlie” Septimus Weasley (Second son) (18)
Percival Atticus Weasley (Third son) (14)
Fredrick “Fred” Gideon Weasley (Twin, Forth son) (12)
George Fabian Weasley (Twin, Fifth son) (12)
Unnamed Weasley (Stillborn, last son) (would be 10)

Abilities:
Runic Magic
Mage Sight
Natural Legilimens - blocked
Natural Occlumens - blocked
Wandless magic - blocked
Offensive Magic - 5% active, 95% blocked
Defensive Magic - 5% active, 95% blocked
Techomagics - 68% active, 32% blocked
Familiars : Owl (??) - blocked

Vaults:
Weasley :
V823 - Family Vault (3,000,000 Galleons, 500,000 Sickles, 75,000 Knuts)
V824 - family artifact vault (various weapons, family heirlooms, family books, Weasley Grimoire, potion ingredients in stasis, family portraits)
V898 - Arthur Weasley family vault (1,000 G, 200 S, 43 K)
Black:
V500 - trust vault (20,000 G, 2,000 S, 1,000 K)
V811 -family vault (Books on Dark magic, blood magic, Black Grimoire, necromancy, artifacts, 800,000 G, 7,000 S, 2,500 K)
Macmillan :
V007 - Family Vault (10,000,000 G, 50,000 S, 40,000 K, Macmillan Grimoire, books, Eighty tons of various fabrics)
V200 - Heir Trust Vault (2,000,000 G, 10,000 S, 5,000 K)
V135 - Melania Vault (10,000 G, 2,000 S)
Malfoy (denied):
V583 - Family Vault (family artifacts, potion ingredients, French magic's books, Malfoy Grimoire, weapons, 9,000,000 G, 4,000,000 S, 2,000,000 K)
V584 - Heir Trust vault (500,000 G, 2,000 S, 450 K)

Properties:
Weasley - The Burrow (Ottery St Catchpole), Weasley Manor (Wales)
Black - 12 Grimmauld Place (London), Black Manor (China), Black Cottage (Wales), Noir Mansion (Paris), Marauder Den (San Francisco), Black Chalet (Gothenburg), 589 Drawledge Lane (Leeds), Noire Villa in Rome, Black Family Island (Unknown)
Macmillan - Macmillan Manor (London), Mac's Apothecary (Horizon Alley), Milan Villa (Italy)
Malfoy (denied) - Malfoy Manor (England, unplottable), Malfoy cottage (Scotland), Malfoy Mansion (Paris, France), Malfoy Penthouse (Metropolis, New Jersey)

Other Information:
Soulmate bond-
(Romantic) Fabian Prewitt-Weasley (Alpha)(40), Gideon Prewitt-Weasley (Alpha)(40),
(Platonic) Amelia Nora Bones, Xenophilius Nexus Lovegood ne Malfoy
(Familia) Draconius “Draco” Malfoy, Hitoshi Shinsou, Luna Pandora Lovegood
Class: Sorcerer

Vault discrepancies:
500 Galleons a year transferred to the vault of Albus Dumbledore going back September 01, 1988
500 Galleons a Year transferred to the personal vault of Molly Weasley starting in July 1988

Medical History
Physical
0-42 (now) : burns, scrapes, bruises, singular broken wrist ((13)left, healed), singular broken ankle ((17)right, healed)

Magical
Illegal Mail Ward - A.P.W.B.D
Hatred Potion geared towards anyone in house Slytherin or considered Dark.
Trust Potion geared towards Albus Dumbledore, House Gryffindor, Ronald "Ron" Billius Weasley, Molly Monique Prewett, Ginerva "Ginny" Molly Weasley.
Love potions geared to Molly Monique Prewitt.
Lust potions geared to Molly Monique Prewitt.
Intelligence Dampening Potion (Broken).
Loyalty Potions.
Compulsion Charms.
Magic Core: 40% active, 60% blocked.
Potion overdosing - A.P.W.B.D
Core binder - 40% - A.P.W.B.D
Soulmates binder - A.P.W.B.D

Phoebus felt sorrow for the man, his entire life was practically a lie. Not only that Molly technically wasn't his wife and neither Ronald or Ginerva were listed as his children. Phoebus could feel Bill tremble beside him, whether it was in sorrow or rage Phoebus couldn't tell but he guessed both.

“Head Healer Mara would like me to stay overnight so that my magical core settles. The two of you are about to head out, yes?” Arthur murmurs softly, eyes still misty from his tears. Bill gave his fa- bearer a silent nod, hand still gripping the parchment.

“We're going out to get some food. Would you like something specific for us to pick up for you?” Phoebus says softly. Arthur gives the blond a sad smile but shakes his head.

“I'd rather stick with the jello Healer Zarrak has been giving me, don't think my stomach would handle anything even with a Stomach Soothing Potion. Bill … When you're out please take my ITR to Madame Bones at the DMLE.” Arthur requested of his eldest. Bill gritted his teeth and gave his bearer a determined grunt, electric blue eyes blazing with a rage.

“Of course.”

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Ministry Building, England
October 06, 2000
Sunday

After Bill and Phoebus had gotten to know each other over some Chinese food they went to the Ministry. Going in through the visitor entrance they made their way to the front desk to sign in. The receptionist, a brunette with an absolutely bored expression upon her face, had barely acknowledged the two as they approached.

“Names, reasons for being here, and Wands for registration.” Her slightly nasally voice demanded as she chewed her gum, looking down at a Witches Weekly magazine. Phoebus narrowed his eyes at the woman, not liking how unprofessional she was being. Beside him Bill could only sigh in annoyance.

“Lord Phoebus Peverell. William Weasley and I are headed towards the DMLE to speak with Madam Bones.” Phoebus said blandly, releasing his wand from its black dragon hide holster and setting it on the desk. Bill did the same as the woman abruptly snapped her head up, her expression changed to one of slight panic.

“Oh! I- I apologize!” She stuttered, “Let me just process these for you, my lord.”

She waved her own reddish colored wand over the two men's wands, watching as a small parchment materialized in the air.

“Twelve inches, Black oak wood with a … a Stardust core?” The woman, Joanne, paused in confusion. She redid her examination and read the same results out.

“Yes, that's correct. My wand’s from Mantle’s Maker in Greece. The owner does things differently than Lord Ollivander.” Phoebus drawled almost mockingly. He couldn't get what the big deal with his wand was. Joanne’s face contorted at this, clear embarrassment written on her.

“I got my wand at the same place, so yes it's also correct.” Bill said, trying not to laugh as she faltered upon his own wand next.

“Fourteen point two inches, Beech wood with a Jade jewel?” Joanne questioned. Bill nodded in confirmation as they received their wands back.

Things sped up afterwards as they got their visitor passes and entered one of the lifts. The fast moving lift jolted as it sped through the Ministry and minutes later they were stepping out into the DMLE’s office rooms. Men and women hurrying around in gaudy red robes and a few others sitting at desks processing cases. One of the Aurors, a bright pink haired woman, bounced over with a wide grin. Phoebus could see the trainee badge adorned on her uniform when she came to a stop in front of them.

“Bill! What are you doing back?” The woman asked cheerfully. Her bubbly voice made both Phoebus and Bill laugh, their tension easing as her cheerful personality calmed them.

“Just reasons. It's nice to see you again, Nymphadora. I didn't realize you started your training.” Bill said almost teasingly. The woman, Nymphadora, scowled at the sound of her name but brightened back up when she noticed Bill's hand intertwined with Phoebus’.

“Who's this hottie you've scored?!” Nymphadora questioned with excitement. Phoebus let out a startled laugh before answering.

“I'm one of Bill's soulmates, Phoebus. Do you think you can take us to Madam Bones’ office? It's okay if you don't have time.” Phoebus asked politely. Nymphadora seemed to glow at this before practically dragging the two men to the back, towards a short hallway.

“Oh definitely! I'm on my lunch break anyway! And ignore Bill! My name's Tonks.” She gushed with joy, leading them to the farthest mahogany colored door. She gave a slight knock to the foggy glass, the word Bones written in a bold font.

“Come in!” An older woman's voice announced. Tonks flashed a smile at them as she opened the door, presenting them to a dirty blonde woman with ovalish glasses. As she looked up Phoebus saw her dark blue eyes give an inquiring look towards Tonks.

“One Phoebus and Bill Weasley are here to see you.” Tonks chirped out before excusing herself to leave. To her credit Madam Bones only gave a slight annoyed sigh before turning to them. Her face softened to a kinder expression.

“William, what can I do for you?” Madam Bones asked kindly. Bill’s teeth clenched tightly together as he pulled out his bearer’s ITR from his coat pocket. He handed it to the blonde woman as Phoebus silently pulled out Hadrian's so he could give it to her as well. The extra evidence would help against Dumbledore and Molly.

The two men could see a mixture of anger and relief hit the woman as she finished reading. A deep rattled breath escaped her as she set it down.

“So I wasn't imagining things.” Madam Bones muttered softly, her fingers curling around her arm rest tightly.

“I hate to bring up more but I have another ITR for you to read, Madam.” Phoebus said softly, gently passing the parchment to her. Her eyes darkened as she read the first few lines, realizing who this belonged to. Phoebus watched as she continued reading. Anger, rage, sorrow and horror flooded her emotions as she truly saw the lies Dumbledore had been giving them.

“I'll have my most trusted Auror start building the case against them. But William, I legally can't do anything yet. Not until we have more against them, because knowing Dumbledore he'll convince the Wizengamot that it was just an unfortunate accident. I will however be able to get Sirius Black’s case dealt with, he should be free within the month.” Madam Bones sneered. Her pure hatred against Dumbledore practically radiated from her.

“I understand, Amelia.” Bill murmured.

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                                                              Healing Halls, Gringotts
October 07, 2000
Monday

[{Phoebus third POV}]

As Phoebus woke the next day, legs intertwined with Bill's legs and his head resting on Bill's chest, he heard Hadrian's voice giggling alongside his grandmother’s. Bill's low sleepy groan came next, warm breath passing through Phoebus’ sunshine blond hair.

“Morning.” Bill grumbled with a raspy morning voice. It sent a shiver down Phoebus’ spine and brought forth rather risque images to his imagination. In response to this he hid his face into Bill's chest, not wanting the man to see his flaming face. The action only made the red head laugh and run his fingers through Phoebus’ blond hair.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” Mavros voiced from their right. This caught the attention of the others, Hadrian's giggles getting louder before the two men got the boy jumping into their lap. The boy's small arms wrapped around Phoebus.

“Morning, Mr. Sun! Did you know that one of my parents was here? I didn't! He smells like chocolate!” The excitable ebony haired boy rambled. As he looked up at him, Phoebus could see that his eyes were no longer just emerald green. There were flakes of silver and gold in his eyes and his hair no longer looked like a bird's nest, his black locks falling down to his shoulders in elegant waves.

“I did know, he got here yesterday. Didn't leave your side at all. Why don't you turn around Hare bear, I'll braid your hair out of your face.” Phoebus said with a soft smile. He let himself sit up as Hadrian wiggled about to face the other way.

“We'll need to head home today Bill. Can't really let Molly get too suspicious and as it is I don't know what to tell her about last night.” Arthur started as Phoebus ran his fingers through Hadrian's hair.

“We'll just make an excuse and hope she believes it, Dad.” Bill insisted. Phoebus gave a thoughtful hum as he tied Hadrian's hair.

“We could tell her we got distracted while out and about, say we spent the night at a hotel.” Phoebus suggested. Bill looked down at him in slight surprise.

“That's a good idea, tell her we took you to a muggle museum. With your love of muggle stuff she'll believe it in a heartbeat.” Bill grinned at his bearer. Arthur gave a laugh at this.

“Before you go back let's go get some breakfast, little Hadrian needs some food in his stomach.” Phoebus’ grandmother, Idalia, says cheerfully.

They all ate at a Dishoom before everyone separated. With Remus and Hadrian heading to Phoebus’ apartment, key in hand from Phoebus. Phoebus goes with Bill and Arthur, hoping Molly doesn't get suspicious.

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