Familial Connections
Chapter 6: Familial Connections
Hadrian wakes up and looks around. He realizes that he can see clearly. --Did I sleep with my glasses on?-- he thinks as he feels his face and… Nothing is on there. He whoops with joy. A goblin heard that and had his spear ready as he thought that Hadrian was being attacked. Then he swears in gobbledegook as he realizes that Hadrian is awake.
Hadrian was surprised that the goblin did that. A moment later Maeve walks in “Good Afternoon Mr. Potter.”
“Afternoon?” asks Hadrian
“Indeed Mr. Potter. It seems that you are a powerful mage.” states Maeve. “Not only were you awake for the majority of your ritual, you barely uttered a sound when it was a very painful ritual.”
“Well I was abused as a child.” Hadrian responds simply.
“That's correct Mr. Potter,” she says with some resignation. “Even after that you only slept for a little over 4 hours. You mi9ght be hungry.”
“Yes I could eat.” Hadrian agrees, as to prove his point his stomach growls. Maeve looks at him pointedly.
“Would you like to see how you look now?” asks Maeve. Hadrian nods with a conflicted look. Maeve has a goblin bring a full mirror.
Hadrian slowly comes up to the mirror. He gasps in surprise as he sees his eyes are an even more striking green. He has grown to be 5’7. --I am going to have to get new clothes tomorrow-- Hadrian thinks. His hair is longer and has more brown to it. He lifts his hair to catch a glimpse of his scar. He looks disappointed because it's still there. It faded a bit but still there pretty prominently.
“Wow.” says Hadrian as he finishes admiring himself. He turns around and sees an assortment of food. He grabs a plate and piles his plate, as he has never been hungrier. With a satisfied smile Maeve leaves the room. The goblin that came in after he whooped came back in. “May your enemies feel the steel of your blade, Mr. Potter,” He states in a gruff voice. “Once you are done eating I will be taking you to Director Ragnok.”
Hadrian stops mid bite and asks. “May your enemies feel the steel of your blade Master goblin. What is your name? Also, why will you be taking me to Director Ragnok?”
“My name is BoneBreaker and the reason why I am taking you to Director Ragnok is because he has been in charge of your oldest accounts for the last 65 years.” BoneBreaker says.
“Why was I brought to IronClaw then?” Hadrian asks.
“The last Lord Peverell, your Great-Grandfather Charlus Ignotus Potter, ensured that the Peverell Account Manager is different from the Potter Account Manager.” BoneBreaker explained.
Hadrian nodded and ate for another 20 mins. He finished eating and nodded. “I am finished with my meal. Do you need me to pick this up?”
“No,” said BoneBreaker. “We have a goblin that can get your food. Follow me.” Hadrian nods and follows. As they went down the long corridor to the oldest account managers Hadrian started making a plan after the greeting. I am going to request for the strongest time warping charm to be put onto the office.
BoneBreaker knocks on the door as they arrive. They wait a moment before they hear a gruff “Come in.”
“May your enemies tremble when they hear your name BoneBreaker.” Hadrian says as he enters the room. He sees an older looking goblin and an older wizard in the office.
“May your enemies tremble when they hear your name, Mr. Potter.” responds Bonebreaker.
“May your coffers overflow with gold as you bathe in the blood of your enemies, Driector Ragnok.” Hadrian says to Director Ragnok. He turns to the mysterious wizard. “Good afternoon Sir.”
“May your coffers overflow with gold as you bathe in the blood of your enemies Mr. Potter.” responds Ragnok. “Please sit.”
Hadrian sits down, he studies the old wizard. After his time with Death his occlumency is doing very well. He assumes that he should know who this old wizard is as he searches his memories the older wizard speaks.
“I am sure this comes as a surprise to you. But I am Charlus Ignotus Potter, your Great Grandfather.” starts Charlus.
“What the fuck?!” says Hadrian. “Before we unpack this and I start interrogating you why you haven’t been in my life for the past 13 years. Director Ragnok would you be able to put the strongest time warping charm on the office please.”
There was a raised eyebrow by Charlus and Director Ragnok nodded while calling the ritualists.
“We will need to step out of the office momentarily while we wait for the ritualists to put it on,” said Director Ragnok. “While we wait for them to accomplish their task you should be happy to hear that both Misters Black and Lupin came by and are about to start their healing rituals.”
“That is good to hear.” replies Hadrian. “Would you please inform them to put Strong time warping spells on their healing rooms as well.”
“We shall but it will cost you.” says Director Ragnok.
“How much for all three rooms, Director Ragnok?” questions Hadrian
“600” states Director Ragnok.
“400” returned Hadrian.
“575” replies Director Ragnok.
“450” responds Hadrian.
“550” said Director Ragnok
“475” declared Hadrian smoothly.
“Deal,” formalized Director Ragnok, “call me Ragnok, Mr Potter.”
“Then I insist that you call me Hadrian, Ragnok.” proclaimed Hadrian smoothly. Hadrian looks over at the man who is supposed to be his great-grandfather and sees an impressed look on his face. They waited in silence for a few more minutes as the ritualists finished their spell. The lead goblin said something in gobbledegook and Ragnok nodded. “Let's get into the room where there is much to discuss.”
They head into the room and sit down. “Before we begin what is the time dilation for the time warping charm?” asks Hadrian
“For every hour we spend here it is 10 minutes outside. I already told some goblins to bring some food in about 30 real time minutes.” said Ragnok.
“Wow,” says Hadrian. He turns to Charlus. “Now you said that you are my great grandfather?”
“Yes,” affirms Charlus, “You called me Pop-pop and you called Fleamont, your grandfather, Pop.”
“So Dumbledore lied to me again.” says Hadrian.
“What do you mean?” asked Charlus.
“He told me the Dursleys were my only family!” exclaims Hadrian. “Did you even look for me?”
“The Dursley’s?” asks Charlus.
“My mum’s sister’s family, I ask again, did you even look for me?” Hadrian says with steel in his voice.
“I did,” responds Charlus quietly. “But I unfortunately didn’t realize that you weren’t put with any of the people they wanted in their wills by 1983.”
“Where there is a will there's a way.” Hadrian says quietly. In a more projected voice “Ragnok did my parents have wills?”
“Yes they did Hadrian.” says Ragnok. “Before we go any further you must claim your Lord and Heir rings.”
As soon as Ragnok said that 7 simple boxes appeared on the desk. From left to right were Potter (Dragon), Peverell (Thestral), Gryffindor (Griffin), Ravenclaw (Eagle), Hufflepuff (Badger), Slytherin (Serpent) and Black (Grimm).
“You will be putting the rings on from Left to right starting with the Potter ring.” states Ragnok.
“I don’t see the Gaunt ring?” asks Hadrian.
“It has been lost to time and has spells that prevent us goblins from retrieving it.” replies Ragnok.
“I would like to hire some curse breakers, preferably with someone who speaks Parseltongue and is adept in Parselmagic to go to Little Hangleton and find the Gaunt ring there.” says Hadrian. Ragnok nods.
Hadrian reaches for the ring and takes it. He places it on his finger and as it settles onto his finger he feels the magic surround him like a warm hug.
“Are you ok Hadrian?” asks Charlus. As he hears this Hadrian realizes that he is crying.
“Yea,” he sniffles. “The family magic felt like it was welcoming back.”
“Well then,” Charlus says. “That must mean you are a true Potter.”
“What does that mean?” asks Hadrian.
“I will teach you what it means to be a Potter.” Charlus says with the steel of a hardened warrior. “It seems that the wizarding world and I have forgotten what a true Potter is.”
Hadrian simply nods and grabs the Peverell ring. He confidently puts it on his finger and feels cool magic pass through him and hears “Welcome Home Master.”
Hadrian moves on to the next ring, each subsequent ring having a familiar level of Judgement and Acceptance until the Slytherin ring. As Hadrian puts on the Slytherin ring he hears in his head “Are you worthy of this house?”
“I feel that I am worthier than the last one that said he was the Heir.” Hadrian responds in kind.
“You are… acceptable.” the ring concedes.
After that he grabbed the Black Heir ring. “Not that I am complaining or anything.” Hadrian starts. “But why am I the Black Heir and not the Lord?”
“Well that's simple,” says Charlus. “Sirius is Lord Black. He got the ring just after your birth at the insistence of Arcturus. He named you his heir.”
Hadrian nods. He puts the heir ring onto his finger. He feels cold magic search through for what feels like hours. He doesn’t know what it's looking for but as it worsens it suddenly just settles.
“Well that was interesting.” mutters Hadrian.
“What was so interesting?” asked Charlus eagerly.
“It seems like the Black Family Magics was searching for something in my magic before it settled. It felt cold, it was like it was supposed to be threatening but it felt comforting.” Hadrian said.
“That is interesting,” ponders Charlus.
Hadrian nods. Since that is the last ring he turns to Ragnok. “So how goes the audit of my accounts?”
“IronClaw has given me the audit of the last 15 years off the Potter account and there seems to be a lot of discrepancies. These are the most prominent ones that I thought you should look at.” says Ragnok.
Audit of Potter Finances
Businesses
- The Daily Prophet - 20%
- Flourish and Blotts - 15%
- Zonko’s - 18%
- Honeyduke’s - 16%
- Madam Malkin's - 14%
Transactions
- 1,000 G to Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore yearly since 1981
- 1,500 G to The Bird Fund yearly since 1981
- 75 G to Molly Elizabeth Weasley neé Prewitt monthly since 1991
- 50 G to Ronald Bilius Weasley monthly since 1991
- 30 G to Ginerva Molly Weasley monthly since 1992
- 100 G taken by Hadrian Jameson Arcturus Potter-Black yearly since 1991
Hadrian takes his audit to look it over. He sees what business he owns. Then he sees the next portion.
“What the fuck!?!” exclaims Hadrian. “They have been getting paid!!? WITH MY MONEY?” Hadrian seethes.
“You will stop these transactions right now. The only one that I had knowledge of was myself getting money.” Hadrian says as he reigns in the magic that was leaking from him.
Ragnok nods as he takes not of that. “Would you like me to get the money back?”
“Yes,” says Hadrian. “I would also like you to talk to Bill Weasley and see if he is involved. He probably isn’t but i would still like him to be checked. When he is cleared can you have him check if Arthur had any knowledge of this?”
“Yes that can be done.” responds Ragnok. “Are you sure Bill was not apart of this?”
“Yes I am pretty sure. I met him for a week over the summer and he strikes me as someone who would be upfront and honest. He also told me that he works as a cursebreaker for Gringotts. Once I have conversed with Bill and Charlie and the twins I will decide on how I should approach the rest of the family.” replies Hadrian.
Ragnok grabs a piece of parchment, writes something on it. The flicks it. It turns into a bird and flies out of the office. “Man, I love magic.” says Hadrian.
“Alright another thing I want to know is did my parents’ have Wills?” asks Hadrian.
“Yes.” states Ragnok.
“Were they read?” Hadrian questions with calculated calm.
“No.” Ragnok replies. Charlus’ eyes widen. “They were blocked by The Chief Warlock.”
“Of course it was Dumbledore.” Hadrian says exasperatedly into his hands. “May I get a copy of the wills and can you set a reading of the Wills for next Saturday?”
Ragnok nods. He grabs a piece of parchment and writes in it then sends it a way by transforming it into a bird and it flies out the door. Once that is finished they go over each of his houses and their properties/Investments. As he looks he sees what percentage of some of the shops that he frequents he realizes that he is financially powerful. As they finished going over the financial documents that have been audited the food arrived.
“Wow,” Hadrian said as he bit into his food. “That is a lot of information, thank Merlin that I am a natural Occlumens.” They ate in silence for a while to allow Hadrian to digest the food and the information.
“Now,” Charlus says after finishing his second plate. “Lets talk about the power you hold.”
“Magical?” Hadrian asks with a confused expression on his face.
“Yes you do have a lot of magical power,” starts Charlus. “No, what I am talking about is your political power.”
“Oh,” Hadrian says. “How early do families start to teach their children about this?”
“I started teaching Fleamont the importance of his family magic and heritage at age 5 or 6.” stated Charlus.
“I am way behind!” exclaims Hadrian.
“Hey, hey, its ok Hades,” Charlus comforts him. “I have no doubt that you will be a quick learner and I know for a fact that a few of your classmates will help you.”
“Wait what?” Hadrian looks at Charlus with a confused and scrutinizing glare. “First of all, what kind of nickname is Hades?”
“James coined that for you and Sirius loved it and almost always called you that.” chuckles Charlus.
“Ok.” Hadrian simply replies. “Secondly, which classmates could teach me about my family magics?”
“Draconis Lucius Malfoy” Charles replies with a slight twitch of his lip.
“Did you not know we have a contentious relationship?” responds Hadrian.
“You also had a Hate Potion keyed to him.” Charlus points out.
Hadrian has a thoughtful look on his face. “I will try, but I don’t think he will accept an apology.”
Charlus looks at him with a smirk that showed a promise of a fun time. “I will teach you how to apologize as the Lord that you are. So that you don’t accidentally offend someone, I will also teach you how to dress and act the way a Lord and Heir of your standing should dress and act.”
Hadrian grimaced at the word dress. “I do need a new wardrobe.” he mumbles.
“Yes you do,” agrees Charlus. “The clothes that you are currently wearing are acceptable.”
“If this is acceptable then I fail entirely with my current wardrobe.” states Hadrian. “I was already going to go on a shopping spree tomorrow after I saw the amount of money that I have.”
“We will go tomorrow morning. You will be ready.” Says Charlus. Hadrian has no other choice but to nod.
There was knock on the door. Everybody looked at it as Ragnok responded with a gruff “Come in.” In walked Sirius looking way less haggared than he did 2 months ago. Right behind him was Remus looking like he de-aged at least a decade. “May you bathe in the blood of your enemies, Director Ragnok.” says Sirius. “Lord Peverell?” he says to Charlus.
“May you bathe in the blood of your enemies, Lord Black.” responds Ragnok.
“Lord Black, it's been a while,” Charlus says magnanimously. “But I thought I told you to call me Charlus or Uncle.”
“Yea, Azkaban does a number on the mental state,” Sirius grimaces. “So does having compulsions and blocks.”
“Yea no shit Sirius,” responds Hadrian.
“Language, Cub.” Remis said. Hadrian glares at Remus. Before anything else can be said there was another knock on the door and IronClaw came in.
“Wonderful this makes this easier.” starts IronClaw. “Hadrian here are your parents' wills. Along with the wills are a few letters to close friends and family.” IronClaw hands the stack of letters to Hadrian.
Hadrian is a bit stunned as he receives the stack of letters. He sets the 2 that say ‘Will of Lord James Fleamont Sirius Potter’ and ‘Will of Lady Lily Jade Potter neé Evans’. He sees one for Sirius, Remus, Professor Snape, Professor Flitwick, Professor Minerva, Pop-pop, Neville Longbottom, Alice and Frank Longbottom, and Himself. Hadrian sees the letter that is addressed to him. He drops the other letters as his hand. That commotion gets Sirius to him quickly. Because Hadrian is so focused on the letter is reaction is instinctual, and his magic attacks Sirius and throws him at the wall. The subsequent noise knocked Hadrian out of his stupor.
“What happened?” asked Hadrian in a confused tone.
“Well,” Remus started. “You were looking at the envelopes and then you suddenly drop all but one. Sirius was worried so he approached you and I believe your magic acted as a protective barrier not knowing if it was friend or foe and throw him against the wall.”
“Oh, sorry about that Sirius.” say Hadrian as he starts rambling. “Well I was abused by the Dursleys. So if you come at me without me being fully in the moment or when I am panicking typically get pushed away. Its probably since my magic got stronger that you just got thrown to the wall. Interestingly enough only the Weasley twins have safely been able to approach me while I have been having a panic attack. Must be because my magic finds them comforting or that they are Chaos’s Chosen and I am Death’s Chosen slash Master.”
“What?!?!” said Remus, Sirius and Charlus simultaneously.
“Shit.” says Hadrian eyes wide. “I want you guys to make a vow that you won’t say anything about that.”
They all nod and make the vow that they won’t tell Hadrian’s secrets without his permission.
“So,” Hadrian says. “The reason I was emotional was because one of those letters were for me and I finally have something from both my parents that aren’t anecdotes from other people.”
“Hey Sirius,” says Hadrian. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were my blood adopted father?”
“Well pup,” starts Sirius. “For 2 reasons, It would have been a confusing conversation and overwhelming for you. On top of that I forgot about that. Being in Azkaban did a number on me.”
“Oh Padfoot.” says Remus as he goes over to him to hug him.
“Its ok Moony, the goblins helped me recover from that.” replies Sirius as he returns the hug.
“Padfoot? Moony? Wait you guys are part of the marauders?” says Hadrian in exasperation.
“I already told you this at the end of the school year last year.” admonishes Remus lightly.
“I am sorry its just this is a lot of information excluding that part.” says Hadrian as another knock is heard from the door. Director Ragnok says “Come in.”
Bill Weasley walks into the room with a slight apprehension on his face.
“May your enemies tremble when they hear your name, Director Ragnok.” say Bill.
“May your enemies tremble when they here your name, Curse-Breaker Weasley.” replies Ragnok. “Since you are still here I am to assume that you had nothing to do with the stealing of Lord Peverell’s gold.”
“No sir.” says Bill. “How are you doing Hadrian?”
“Much better now that I am aware you weren’t part of that ridiculousness.” says Hadrian
“Yea I was disenchanted by Molly’s antics by my fifth year of schooling.” replies Bill.
“Why are you calling her Molly and not Mum?” asks Remus.
“Did you know each employee of Gringotts has to do an in-depth Inheritance Test in their first interview?” Bill states casually. All eyes widen. “Turns out I was on compulsions placed by my dear mother.”
“Me too.” replies Hadrian.
“I sincerely apologize that my family has put you through this.” says Bill. His eyes show his true sincerity.
“Me too.” replies Hadrian tiredly.
“That was part of the reason I came. Another reason is the Horcruxes.” starts Bill. Hadrian sits up. “With the Horcrux they took out of you Hadrian we were able to locate a few of the others that he made. 3 parts of his soul are behind strong wards. We discovered one here at Gringotts; it's getting taken care of quickly. 2 are in Little Hangleton. And by our calculations there should be one more.”
“The diary.” Hadrian exclaims, his eyes widened. “I think the diary was a horcrux. I destroyed it using basilisk venom.”
“Basilisk Venom? The diary?” asks Remus incredulously.
“My second year at Hogwarts. Lord Malfoy put Tom Riddle’s diary with Ginny’s school things. She wrote into the diary and was controlled by it. Released the Basilisk in the school at the end of the year she got taken down there. The teachers were going to send Lockhart down there to rescue her. Ronald and I went to him to inform him of what we know and we saw him packing. We then forced him to come with us. We got stuck at a passageway. Lockhart stole Ronald’s wand. Which was broken at the time. Tried to obliviate us. Instead obliviated himself. I went on to confront Riddle and the basilisk. With a little help with Fawkes and the sorting hat, I killed the basilisk with the Sword of Gryffindor, which came out of the sorting hat. As I impaled the basilisk it got me with one of its fangs. I pulled that fang out of my arm, crawled over to the diary and stabbed it, destroying the diary horcrux.” Hadrian stopped talking for a moment to catch his breath.
“How are you alive pup?” Sirius says as he scrambles over to give him a hug which Hadrian accepts gratefully.
“Fawkes.” Hadrian replies simply.
“Phoenix Tears have healing properties!” Remus says with wide eyes. “You have Basilisk Venom and Phoenix Tears in your veins!”
“Yes. In my medical report it said that I am immune to most poisons now.” Hadrian said tiredly.
“Hey Bill can you teach me warding or recommend me some books to get about warding?” asks Hadrian. “Also can I hire Gringotts to look over if there are wards around Number #4 Privit Drive Little Whinging?”
“That can be arranged.” responds Ragnok.
“I can.” replies Bill.
“Just charge the main Potter vault.” Hadrian says to Ragnok.
“Yes as a head of house you will need to do that, you also need to visit your house-elves an renew their bond.” states Charlus.
“Wait, house elves? Renew their bond?” asks Hadrian with a confused expression.
“Yes house elves need bonds with wizards to survive. Once they are freed they are weakened and can die.” explains Charlus.
“They can die!” yells Hadrian. “Dobby!”
There is a pop heard.
“The great Harry Potter has called for Dobby!” exclaims Dobby. There are snickers around the room as they heard what the energetic house elf said.
“Hello Dobby. We were just discussing House Elf bonds and how freed elves don’t have bonds and they may die. Where have you been working and are you doing okay?” asks Hadrian.
“I bees okay the great Harry Potter. I bees asking for wages now. Not many will hire a house elf for wages.” says Dobby. “I have been traveling around for 2 years looking for a job.”
“How have you survived?” asked Hadrian somewhat horrified.
“By living off of excess magic oh Great Harry Potter.” states Dobby with a gleam in his eyes.
“How would you feel about being my personal elf?” asks Hadrian after some thought.
“The Great Harry Potter wishes for Dobby to be his personal elf?” asks Dobby.
“Yes I do.” replies Hadrian.
Dobby wails and hugs Hadrian’s leg.
“How do I bond with you?“ asks Hadrian.
“Wes bees touching index fingers and you state I, then your full name and titles wish to bond with Dobby the house elf as my personal elf, then you share some of your magic and wes bees bonded!” states Dobby with a lot of excitement.
Hadrian looks around the room for confirmation. He sees intrigued expressions on everybody’s faces, but when they see he is looking at them for confirmation Charlus, Sirius and Bill nod in agreement. Remus shrugs saying “I have never had a house elf before.”
“That’s going to change Uncle Moony.” Hadrian states in tone that reminded Padfoot and Moony of a certain red-headed witch. So Remus nodded with a resigned sigh.
“Do you still want wages?” asled Hadrian to Dobby before he starts to form the bond.
“No.” Dobby says shaking his head. “What Dobby bees truly wanting was to bees The Great Harry Potter’s house elf but Dobby didn’t know if The Great Harry Potter wanted Dobby as a house elf.”
Hadrian nods. Then motions him to touch his index finger.
“I, Hadrian Jameson Arcturus Potter-Black, Lord of the Most Illustrious and Ancient Hous of Peverell, Lord of the Foremost Honored House of Gryffindor, Lord of the Foremost Honored House of Ravenclaw, Lord of the Foremost Honored House of Hufflepuff, Lord of the Foremost Honored House of Slytherin, Lord of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Potter, Lord of the Noble House of Gaunt, Heir to the Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Black wish to Bond with Dobby the House Elf as my Personal House Elf.” Hadrian says then he pushes some magic into Dobby. Dobby hears each of his titles his eyes somehow grow wider and wider. Then he feels the rush of magic into his core, he has never felt such strong magic.
“Wow,” says Sirius breaking the silence that had been lingering. “You have some serious political power pup. And you have to have a lot of children to inherit those titles. Luckily you already have those marriage contracts with Daphne Greengrass and Susan Bones.”
“Yea. I also have an illegal marriage contract with Ginny Weasley.” says Hadrian on the most monotone voice.
“What?!” exclaims Bill, Remus and Sirius.
“Who signed it?” asks Bill.
“Molly and the headmaster, he was my magical guardian illegal as it was.” responds Hadrian.
“Well then it sounds like dad didn’t know.” says Bill.
“How can you know that for sure?” asks Hadrian.
“Look at your other marriage contracts,” Sirius says stepping in. “A marriage contract has to have all legal magical guardians to make it valid. On yours that were sogned in 1981 they had all of our signatures. Your mother Dad and I.”
“Ok.” says Hadrian. “Do you think they knew about the marriage contracts? Daphne or Susan?”
“I think Daphne may have been told but I don’t think Susan was.” responds Sirius.
“I will be writing a letter to both their Magical Guardians so we can have a meeting and discussing the marriage contract.” says Hadrian with a resigned sigh.
“You should probably figure that out before the Yule Ball.” states Bill sagely.
“The What?!” exclaims Hadrian.
“The Yule Ball. Not only are you a Champion but you are a Lord so you are gong to be the center of attention.” states Remus with a slight grin.
“I don’t know how to dance. Well I have a month to figure that out.” says Hadrian. “But for now I am tired and i have permission to return to the school by tomorrow afternoon. What time is it?”
“5:25.” responds Ragnok.
“Well then we are going to wrap this up here. I am tired and I still need to look presentable for tomorrow so I need clothes. We are going to all spend the night at Potter Manor. How do I get to Potter Manor?” asks Hadrian.
“Your ring is a port key to the Manor. The phrase is Novissima autem inimica destruetur mors.” responds Ragnok.
“Its the Potter Family Motto Hades.” says Charlus seeing the confused look. “It means ‘The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.’ We should add Latin to your tutoring.”
“Right a tutor. Remus, you are going to be my tutor I will be paying you 200 galleons a week. You will come to Hogwarts to teach me for 4 hours on Saturday and 4 hours on Sunday. You will also be living in Potter Manor. Don’t you dare complain about your furry little problem. I will also be assigning you a house elf you will not complain.” Hadrian orders. Remus wisely shuts up and nods with a resigned sigh.
“Also do you guys have something like credit or debit cards in the wizarding world?” inquires Hadrian.
“You can use your Heir ring to make big purchases.” answers Ragnok.
“Thank you Director Ragnok. May your coffers never empty.” says Hadrian.
“And may your coffers never empty Lord Peverell.” returns Ragnok.
When he see they are all huddled together touching him. He looks over at Bill. “See you later Bill. Novissima autem inimica destruetur mors.” He feels his naval being hooked onto and feels his feet leave the ground. He hears the wind all around him, not unlike when he is chasing the snitch. The as suddenly as his feet left the ground they slam back onto it, unfortunately so does his face.