Chapter 34
Chapter 33
“Potter, you hardly look 15,” Draco uttered with a frown. “What is even going on with you?”
“Hold on will you,” Harry frowned. “This whole time I’ve been trying to think of a way to explain it without ripping the bandaid off harshly.”
“Just what could be so bad that it takes you this long to think of an explanation,” Lucius huffed.
“Fine, you asked for it. Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Harry retorted with a glint in his eye. Snape said nothing and merely looked on. “I am not your Harry. I am immortal and traveled through time and reality when I was 82. I landed in the 1960s and got imprisoned in Nurmengard, had my magic locked up for nearly 30 years while Albus-Fucking-Dumbledore fed me Veritaserum each monthly visit to know of future events. Then your Harry dies because apparently no two of the same souls can exist in one reality and I’m the immortal one. What’s more, Dumbledore expects me to fight Moldyshorts like a good little pawn, even going so far as to try to make me a slave. Severus here transfigured the headmaster into a duck, Death apparated us through Hogwarts wards, went to Gringotts only to find that I couldn’t claim the Potter lordship because magic has declared the other Harry legally dead. The Peverel lordship is unclaimable for other reasons and now Severus here is basically my sugar daddy. Did I leave anything out?” Harry asked turning to Snape who merely quirked a brow. “Oh right, did you know the Prince estate is built on Camelot? Neat right?”
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“....................WHAT?!” All three Malfoys uttered in unison.
“We have agreed to start a relationship,” Severus added causing Lucius to choke on air. Narcissa discreetly gave Snape a thumbs up, Harry liked her even more now, and Draco’s mouth hung open.
“Potter, how old are you exactly?” Draco then asked.
“Well… I was 82 when I landed in the past. I’m still debating if I should count the 30 additional years. That would make me 112.” Harry mused.
“Oh Merlin. You’re robbing the cradle, Potter!” Draco uttered as his eyes widened.
“And this is why I did not want to add those 30 years!” Harry shot back.
“Just so you know, if you ever hurt Uncle Sev I will soak your clothes in poison ivy and stick you in a barrel of scorpions,” Draco stated while staring Harry down as he crossed his arms.
“Duly noted,” Harry muttered.
“Alright, now that that has been clarified why don’t we move on to the reason Draco really wanted this meeting,” Severus said as he reached into his cloak and pulled out a pouch. He let the contents of the pouch fall on the table. A heap of Galleons lay between both parties now. “These are illegal portkeys to the gates of the Prince estate. Hand them to the children that wish to flee. The password is Camelot. It should be easy enough for even younger children to remember,”
“Don’t worry, they are untraceable,” Harry added with a smirk. “I added some extra layers of magic that will send anybody tracking these to the Artic circle. Perks of Auror training,”
The Malfoys weren’t the only ones totally left speechless that day.. At the Weasleys, lunch had rolled around and Tonks and Kingsley made their visit only to be shocked more times than they could count. First was finding Poppy relatively unharmed though malnourished, second was hearing the entire story of how that came to be. Tonks held a half-eaten scone as she stared at Poppy.
“Come again?!” The young Auror questioned.
“You’re saying… Sirius killed Harry by pushing him down the stairs and Dumbledore covered it up.” Tonks reiterated still shocked.
“That is… a rather serious accusation,” Kingsley muttered. “I will have to ask, Poppy do you have any evidence?”
“In my room at the Leaky Cauldron under the floorboards. I hid the folder with the pictures from when Harry’s body was delivered for the service. The pictures are timestamped and clearly show handprint bruises.”
“And I overheard Sirius admit to it in his study with the Headmaster,” Hermoine chimed in. “They also implied that Professor Snape was Obliviated that night when he put two and two together.”
“Severus is a skilled Occlumens. He wouldn’t have dropped his shields unless he was truly rattled,” Kingsley frowned.
“But obliviation is hard to prove Kings. It’s been too many days. Healers wouldn’t be able to find any trace of the magic after so long even if we do get Snape’s cooperation.” Tonks muttered. “Also we don’t have a body to prove foul play. Albus saw to that,”
“Kings… I’ve been wondering something but I am scared of the implications if I voice it.” Tonks muttered. “You’ve probably been thinking it too. I think everyone here has,”
“Aye, that the Headmaster may have more sordid dealings than we initially thought.” Kingsley nodded. “I can’t say it hasn’t crossed my mind these days.”
“What are you lot talking about?” Molly questioned as she looked from Tonks to Kingsley.
“Where did our reality-hopping Mr. Potter come from?” Tonks ask. “It was never answered in our Order meetings. Don’t you find it way too convenient that our Harry dies and Albus pulls this out of his hat?”
“Now that you brought it up, the older Harry was in the Hospital wing when I saw him,” Ginny uttered. “He looked… emaciated.” She frowned… and then her eyes widened “Why…. why did my brain not pick up on that?!”
“And why did we as trained Aurors also never question this until now?” Kingsley’s eyes narrowed. “All of you, with me now,”
“Kingsley what?” Tonks uttered bewildered but followed the order.
“Now,” Kingsley stated more firmly. “I am taking all of us to St.Mungos,”
It was quite a sight to see a whole gaggle of redheads apparate into St.Mungos. As the Burrow floo was on lockdown they had no choice but to walk outside the wards to do so.
“I need your best Healers,” Kingsley stated as he walked to the reception desk and flashed his Auror badge. “We might have a large case of illegal potion dossage,”
“Kings, what are you…”
“Arthur just trust me,” Kingsley interjected. “I have a feeling things are going to be chaotic for a while.”