The Cloud in the Magical Sky

Sharpclaw knew the child in front of him was a vindictive menace, the fact that he was going out of his way to gather evidence to screw over every adult that hurt him was proof enough.(even the minister and the dark lord were not exempt) The kid lived up to his ancestors reputation of biding their time and destroying their enemies from the shadows. This goblin still remembers Charles and Fleamont scheming during WWII and tearing through all those that supported Grindelwald. But having the youngling present him with a trunk full of goblin artifacts and Gryffindor sword sitting on top was a shock to the system. He then recited words that hit Sharpclaw in his very core, “I freely return these to the goblin nation with the hope they will find their way back to their maker.” Then the little shit had a goblin smile before adding, “carful with the sword, I used it slaying a 1000 year old basilisk.” He even had the memory to prove it.

A Potter’s honor was always something to be respected, he knew the boy could have asked for finders fee as is standard, the amount of items even justified a future favor, but the little brat waved it all away. Said the goblins shielded his family heirlooms for centuries, this was the least he could do. When he presented the trunk to his elders he repeated what the boy said, even showed them the memory of the slaying of the Basilisk. Goblins had long memories, and this was proof that Potters did too, he knew this will not be forgotten. Though now he needed to figure out how to get the brat to sell him the caracass.

The summer was far better than former years. He was very proud of himself for getting his A-Levels, hopefully now he qualify for the correspondence degree program Hermione found for him. As soon as he was done with the exams he was out of Durzakaban. He parked his tent in London in a park with planty of dense trees and raised his protections, especially the muggle repellent wards. Taking time to study, train, and explore London freely allowed his brain time to settle. He started going to a new dojo that taught more advanced hand to hand, and proper knife combat, not just the few moves he knew so far. (According to his former instructor he outgrew him)

He did make sure to visit his friends in Croydon and was happy to learn that all 3 got high scores on their GCSE’s, and were working for their A-Level, he gave them a copy of his notes and study material. According to the guys his study guides for the GCSE’s got them this far, with this new batch they might get the scholerships they were aiming for. He was proud of them for pushing themselves, ignoring what everyone assumes they would be. ( Issac, Daniel, and Joseph were intimidated into learning by an angry midget taking offense that someone as capable as them was waisting away. All three of them were confused how a tinny white boy could do a perfect rendition of each of their nana’s, and decided that perhaps it was a sign to do what nana would have prefered…though it didn’t hurt that the white boy set them down and broke down the entire process to get a scholarship.) though having all 3 of his friends insist on teaching him how to drive a car, and motorcycle was hilarious. When he tried to remind them he was still 13 none of them was bothered.

It was shocking to receive a letter from Sirius that he was somewhat clear by the mind healers, and that he was being released. The men didn’t seem nearly stable enough in the letters but sure. He was going to stay in the Black town house and work on clearing it and was fishing to see if Harry would at least visit. Since he was squatting in a tent in the middle of London he figured why the hell not, and agreed to come and decide from there. Harry warned him that he will punch Remus in the throat if the idiot kept giving him creepy looks.

That was another irritating thing that came to light in the letters with Sirius, his godfather was confused as to why Harry didn’t know Moony, nor has he ever heard of someone named Andromeda. To which Harry had no problem informing him that Mr. Lupin was merely a teacher for less then a year that other then giving him unsettling looks through out his teaching was a professional that saw no reason to have contact with a random student. And yes, Harry very much knew who the professor was to his father, and no he did not have the patience nor the crayons to deal with what ever crawled up his arse. Sirius took the hint and backed away from the matter.

No 12 grimmauld place turned out to be wonderfully creepy and Harry never wanted to leave. It was a maze of dark, gloomy and demented artifacts that showed all that was wrong in the wixen world. It was like a car accident you couldn’t look away from, and Harry loved every minute of it. When Harry expressed that to Sirius in awed fascination the man was concerned, but then he watched the kid give his mothers painting a tounge lashing about decorum and how sad a lady of her standing was so uncouth. It was hilarious, the child then proceeded to critique her choice of wardrobe, the state of her hair, and to overall question her hygiene habits, it was like he was channeling aunt Dorea. Sirius was delighted and wanted the kid to stay forever. He prayed to magic that his plan was going to work and he could convince the kid to give him a chance.

Sirius knew something was not right about the teens’ home life the moment the kid had no clue who Andromeda is. The few letters he shared were very concerning, what’s worse his complete distrust of adults reminded Sirius of himself at that age. The only difference was that he had a safe place with the Potters, who did Harry have? He did listen to the kids demands about going to Gringotts and claiming the Black Lordship. The concerns he had from the letters got him to hire the goblins to look in to the boys home life, what he found set him back in his recovery. The kid was abused, or at the very least he was criminally neglected. From what the investigator found, until Hogwarts started it was known that something wasn’t right in no 4 privet drive. Multiple neighbors called the police constantly but nothing happened. Even the school tried to get child services involved, but again the investigation went nowehere.

When Harry started Hogwarts he only came back for a week or two in the summer and then he was gone, where he went and with whom no one knew but the neighbors didn’t blame him. The only thing they did know was that the first 2 summers they saw him daily in a dojo in the neighborhood, when he did go to his relatives the screams about freaks and ungrateful degenerates could be easily heard. The investigator talked to the owner of the Dojo, and the guy stated that the first summer the few times he knew the boy went to his relatives he returned with bruises. It only diminished in the 2nd summer when the kid knew how to take down a bigger opponent. Something the kid worked very hard to learn. From what the instructor could tell the kid was in a bad situation and he was trying to find a way to save himself. When he tried to get Harry to ask for help, the boy looked at him with pity and told him to not bother. He didn’t understand at first until he realized after several calls to child services that nothing is hapenning, and worked the kid harder so he could defend himself.

When Harry out grew his teaching he referred him to a different instructor he trusted in London.(at first he was worried about sending him there until the kid let it slip its easier to disappear in a city). The investigator also found the kid found friends in S. London that took him in when he wasn’t around Surry, mostly made sure he ate, and taught him what they thought he would need to survive. It was an odd combination, but it was good to know he had someone he could feel comfortable enough to ask for some form of help, he hoped anyway.

Sirius hated himself for leaving his godson in this situation and knew he needed to do better. The only reason he was clear now was because Harry made sure to get the rat to Bones. Hell, the kid was the one who figured out Sirius never had a trial and sent a solicitor his way. Harry is a child without a childhood that was failed by every adult. The few stories about Hogwarts he was told angered him further, and he really doesn’t want to get started with Moony not even bothering to at least try to get to know prongslet. His self pitty and excuses about being a monster were useless and he completely agreed with Harry about punching him in the throat.

When Harry and him went to the sitting room the kid asked him why he was staying here, after all he knew the Blacks had better properties. That was when the explanation got long (and he was further reminded just how the boy was failed by not being taught that.). The problem is that of family magics, and lack of sufficient amount of blood related wixen to support it. Black house used to have an abundance of members, however, now it’s down to a handful. The issue with that is the demand from the magicks falls on the remaining whos cores are not only carrying the family magics but helping it recover. Family magics mourn lost family members, perhaps not like humans but it still hurts.

Houses like they’res normally are clans, both Potter and Black used to be substantial clans; however, the various wars in the past century reduced them drastically. Add to that his position as Lord he also carries the wards which is a significant weight of its own. Whats worse was that with the former lord passing away in 89’ there is a violent break without a proper transition between lords that the family magics are recovering from. The family magics need time to heal, and this is the most secure property that requires a manageable amount of power from him to sustain. (What he didn’t mention was that he was unconscious for a few days from magical exhaustion of taking over the wards of the place.)

Harry got to wondering, “is that why my parents weren’t at the Potter ancestral home?” He remember reading his grandparent died the year he was born. He didn’t know that more family members did as well, unfortunately all that information was still in the family vaults he had no access to until he was of age.

“Mostly, by that point there was already a target specifically on you and your parents. James was worried the wards would latch on to you if they were at the primary property while there was an attack and he was hurt, it happened to the McKinnons. They were in a similar situation, down to the last 2 blood family members, the remainning lord was criticaly wounded and the heir, a 5 year old child at the time was physically crippled from shock the sudden strain of carrying the wards caused. The cottage they were staying at was still part of the family estate and had an abundance of family magic. It was also significantly smaller and didn’t require as much power to feed while the family magic was recovering from uncle Charles’ death. There was a lot more to it, but for your parents that was the determining factor.” Harry wondered about that, it made no sense to him to stay at that location when they could hide behind the centuries old wards of an established family estate, but if what Sirius is saying is true the choice was either take a chance with a smaller property or the likelyhood of crippling their child. It really was the lesser evil, especially since an attack was all but guaranteed.

Sirius could see Harry was processing what he just told him, he has a feeling he is going to have to start heir lessons imidiatly just to make sure the kid wouldn’t make a dangerous mistake that could kill him. “Harry, I was wondering if I could make you an offer…” the boy looked at him with a raised eye brow. “I know enough about you to be aware that your home life is not good, and if it was anything like mine we need to get you out of there. After being in Azkaban for a decade there is no chance I would be granted custody over you, despite what it says in your parents will, and me being your blood oath godparent.” He didn’t look surprised, just curies. “I wanted to ask you to appoint me as the Potter Steward and act as your adviser. This will allow you to push for emancipation at the age of 15, and will also allow me leeway in raining in the Dursley’s.”, The boy looked at him with fear, it was a fear he could remember. Regulus looked at uncle Charles the same way; are you offering me an out, or are you going to be worse? All Sirius could do was pray he wouldn’t choose like Reggie.

Since he already explained to the kid about the healing family magicks go through he might as well emphasize his other fear. As Lily used to say in for a penny in for a pound, “Another just as big concern I have is the family magicks. I know you have taken the Potter and Black Heirships, which means you support the healing of 2 powerful families. By taking the Black lordship we share the strain with one, but by appointing a steward it will help with the Potter magicks as well. Me in particular since I am an adopted Potter acknowledged by the late lord Charles, and his heir.” He could see the confusion in Haripreet eyes, he is not surprised he didn’t know that, but it still saddens him the kid knows nothing about their families and Sirius feels like it is all his fault.

After a long silence Harry made a decision, “I want to read all information about what house Steward does, and what sort of power you might have over me and my assets.” Good, though he’s not sure the kid realized Sirius still has a lot of power over him as Lord Black, perhaps he does but knows how to play around it, he is still Heir Potter. “Once I know that, I want to sit down and have a binding magical contract stating what I am comfortable with.” Smart, if Reggie had the balls to make that demand he would have likely be alive today.

“Nothing would make me happier.” Sirius felt like he could breathe again, it wasn’t trust but it was a chance. “Come on kiddo, let me show you to your room and I’ll get all the books about what the different positions in the house mean. Also I need to introduce you to Kreacher. He is the black house elf.” Which led to the most astonishing encounter Sirius had ever viewed, even more than that with his mother’s painting.

As soon as the little menace showed up Harry took one look at him and ordered his silence, turned to Sirius and flatly asked, “did you clear all his old commands, and made sure he is healthy?” The poor thing looked even worse than Dobby when he was serving the Malfoys.

The idiots blank look was enough to know that he did no such thing. “Give me explicit permission to deal with the elf.” Which Sirius uncomfortably agreed. After finding out about Dobby before 2nd year Harry went to great length to learn about the beings, their power, limitations, and culture. In moments like these he was greatful for his and Harmione’s constant research. (See Ron, there is use for all that information, it’s not a pointless obsession!)

Harry took a long look at the poor thing before talking, “Elf of the most ancient and most noble house of Black, I am comanding you as the heir of the house you serve to inform us now of all open commands, hidden or otherwise. You are not allowed to find a way to subvert this order.” What followed was a long list of disturbing orders from his lady, but the surprise of it all was the destruction of a locket belonging to his late master Regulus. Harry then proceeded to cancel all of the orders from Walburga then have him show them the locket, only to thoroughly curse in as many languages as possible. Sirius was both impressed and disturbed by the variety

“This is the 3rd fucking one. It all feels slimy and disgusting and just screaming at my magic with just how wrong it is. Sirius I need an oath from you and Kreacher that you will never share the method the locket was cleansed.” The elf didn’t think twice and instantly swore on his magic, he didn’t care for the how as long as the damn thing was destroyed. Lord Black didn’t know what was going on, but he had a feeling this was something big, the look in Harry’s eyes was unhinged he reminded him of aunt Dorea when she was about to tear someone apart. It didn’t help that his own magic was screaming at the wrongness of the thing. He swore on his magic that the method of distruction would not be shared without explicit permission from Haripreet Jamison Potter Black. What followed was the most shocking part of it all. The boy used soul flames, powerful ones, he was in so much more danger then the Dursley’s. If anyone finds out about this he would be taken by the department of mysteries never to be seen again.

Harry could see Sirius was panicking, he clearly understood what this meant and just how dangerous it is for Harry. One of the things Harry researched from the various libraries Dobby scavenged was his soul fire. Always with the dark men warning screaming in his head; he didn’t learn much, the little he did scared him. It was a branch of soul magic that wasn’t just coveted, but subjegated. To doing what Harry had no clue, and frankly he was too scared to find out.

He figured it was better to focus on other things and ordered Kreacher to tell them how Regulus got his hands on that abomination. What followed was a devastating tale of a teenager that was horrified by the cult he was forced to enter (it didn’t go unnoticed that Walburga threw her son at the dark lords feet). How Kreacher was used in testing the defenses, and how Regulus nursed him back to health. What followed was the stupidity of a suicidal teenager that figured if he was going to die he was going to take Voldemort with him.

Something about the story didn’t sit right with Harry, his magic was screaming at him to dig further, the Black heir ring in particular. He started needling Kreacher with questions, every angle he could think off. The elf was heartbroken but answered, Sirius was too devastated with the tale to realize why Harry just wouldn’t stop with the damn questions. He wanted to say something but he could see the urgency in Harry’s eyes, something was pushing him.

Suddenly Harry looked Sirius in the eye and asked how recovered is he?

“Why?” Black was starting to get worried.

“Something doesn’t sit right, and the more I listen to Kreacher talk the more my magic screams at me when he mentions the lake in the cave.” He doesn’t know why but it was urgent.

His godfather took a deep breath and complied, “you do as I say, and if I order you back, you do not argue. Do you have any protective gear, I want to see it before we go” Sirius knew that when your magic is telling you something you should listen, that doesn’t mean he is going to let the kid go without precautions. It was an hour later they both fully dressed in protective armor, Sirius was impressed and envious of Harry’s biker jacket that was probably more protected than anything he ever owned. They had Kreacher take them to where Reggie was last seen.

The beach they arrived to was wrong on every level, it took blood to open it like the elf explained, and as they steped in, the wrongness of the place screamed at him to take Harry and run. Harry on the other hand told Sirus to shield him but stand behind, and then he let this amethyst and tango fire spread out of him. He could see with fascination how the lake was slowly disintgreating, the inferi were falling apart, after about 20 minutes the kid suddenly stopped, and with labored breath ordered Kreacher to find Regulus.

Fuck, his little brother was there, in a statis bauble shielded by what Sirius thinks is the family Magicks. The kid ordered the elf to place him next to Sirius, and as soon as he was clear Harry let loose. Everything in the in front of them was destroyed, Sirius could feel the fire touch him, and it burned, but it was like a taint was removed from his very being. The more Harry’s soul fire passed through him the lighter he felt. It wasn’t until everything was cleansed that the boy collapsed. Sirius rushed to catch him and secreted them both to the house.

Kreacher could feel little master fire, it burned bright and strong cleaning everything away. For the first time in deacades he could actually think straight. It was like after old Lady Hephy cleaned the magics, it was clean, and strong, and beatiful. Best of all he was helping master Regulues, removing all the nasty poison that was killing him. Little master was strong, and dangerous, he would make a good Black for his Regulus. The mut at least did something good.

Now Sirius had two teenagers to treat in secret, one that should be dead, and the other that would be if people found out just how gifted he really is. He contacted the Goblins to ask who is the most reliable healer they have that would agree to work from his house under strict secrecy contract. They referred him to healer Flint and politely told him to shove off. When he finally brought her to the house, she looked around discomforted, which he understood. He had her sign the strictest binding contract he was able to have his account manger come up with.

When she was introduced to her patients lying side by side at the Heir suit she was shocked, clearly she remembered Regulus (she was from their generation after all), and could recognize ‘the boy who lived’. First thing healer Flint did was place a crystal on each to provide her with a complete history. After 15 minutes of scans she was horrified. Both boys should have finished already, this was an indicator of not just how thoroughly they are hurt, but that this is long term.

Surprisingly Regulus was the first scan to finish, when she looked at the results she explained he was under stasis for 16 years; physically, mentally, and magically. As far as he is concerned he is a 19 year old. There was long term coruption from curse and potion exposer but that was aggressively removed, all that is left would require a mind healer and rehabilitation for his body and magic. She did predict it was going to be a while before he was ready to wake.

Haripreet on the other hand was a devastating mess of wrongly healed bones, torn muscles, bruised internal organs, and scaring that will affect his quality of life. How he lasted this long was pure force of will. At this point it was decided to bring in another bed and treat both boys at the same room so it would be easier to monitor until they stabilize. According to her his core is nearly depleted, which helps because it means she can work without his magic over correcting and interfering. The shocking surprise was having the most terrifying house elf pop over Harry and command them to tell him what they have done to his master (Sirius grew up with Kreacher, and he stands firm that Dobby scares him more.)

The good thing was now that Regulus was at the house healing, the strain from the family magicks dropped significantly. He has no clue how Prongslet carried this for the past 3 years along with the Potter family magicks, constantly healing his own broken body, and continues use of power at school. The kid really needs someone in his corner that actually understands the constant pressure he is under, literally. He prayed to uncle Charlie that his grandson had inherited some of his sense, because Merlin knows James didn’t.

The next 2 weeks passed with an uncomfortable routine. Healer Flint came several times a day to give Harry treatments to negate years of damage, it was going faster since he was unconscious and she wanted to use the chance and get the harsher treatments out of the way. Though having to regrow 6 internal organs, along with 70% of the bones in his body felt like overkill until she showed him just how damaged it all was. Appernatly Harry wasn’t likely to live to his 20’s considering the tears and ruptures she found in his internal organs, she was mostly confused how he lasted this far. The bones she said needed replacing were either mended badly, or had torn muscle mass intertwined, meaning they were still partially broken. According to Flint Haripreet was in constant excruciating pain and for years and she doesn’t know how he hasn’t gone mad. It didn’t help that giving him anything to strengthen his external systems can only be given after she did most of the replacing.

Regulus required mostly sustenance, nutrient potions, and family magics. For him it was best to allow his body time to naturally recover since he went through such an aggressive cleansing. (Sirius was grateful she attributed it to family magicks, and not something else, he was also fairly sure he and Kreacher also experienced the deep cleansing his brother did.)

Dobby focused on Harry, while Kreacher took care of Regulus. The two were in a competition over who was the superior house elf and cleaned the house better which was hilarious. Dobby’s tongue lashing about Kreacher’s poor service put the old elf in a snit, the Black elf hit right back with his own barbs that were just as harsh. The two mad elves throughly cleared the house from curses and damage that was years in accumulating. Dobby also managed to remove the taint of corrupt magic from some of the spaces that even Sirius didn’t know how to begin to approach. When asked the little menace said he was a proper elf, and proper elves learn with their master and grow. The dig to Kreacher did not go unnoticed.

Kreacher in turn got it in his mind that he will refurbish the house to his beloved mistress Hespie standards, which Sirius was too scared to object, so he only stated to the elf that any furnishing must take in to account Regulus’s healing. The scathing look he received in return felt far more natural than anything else. Though having the old menace tell him ‘Mistress Hespie’s mutt was better…” with so much disgust was confusing. It took Sirius days to realize that when the old menace was talking about beloved Mistress and her tolerable mutt he meant great grandmother Hespia Black, and and his Grandfather Lord Sirius Black II. When he asked about mistress Walburga the disgusted look he got about mistress Crabb spawn made him laugh for days.

It was nice to know the elf hated her even more then he did, though it made him realize that perhaps his mind healer was right and he needed to re-evaluate a lot of his childhood memories. He’ll give it to the elf, he might be a menace but he can get things done. Somehow the old elf took out stuff from the Black vaults and made the house feel less haunted, he even painted the walls in crème, light greens, and brown. Not his first choice but it was quite pleasant. The overhall of the kitchen and potions lab did cost a fortune, but that was more about health and safety than anything else. It was amusing to see the menace fuss over the music room, and the potions lab not being to his dear masters standards.

Dobby on the other hand decided that he needs to prepare the garden and library for his precious master. The overhaul he did was terrifying, yet impressive. Sirius had no idea where the elf got the plants for the garden and he was too afraid to ask. The gazebo and siting area he added were also something that only raised more questions in his mind. (Thanks to the way Dobby was freed from his old bad master he still had access to their estate, he took great delight in making sure they had opportunities to provide recompense to the great Harry Potter. His new master taught him such a lovely way of looking at things, and interpreting laws.) The cackling from the library on the other hand made his hairs stand, even Kreacher had a concerned look every once in a while.

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Harry woke up more bleary than normal, last time he was this foggy Vernon used the belt so hard on him he broke quite few bones, and he was spitting blood for a week. For some reason nothing really hurt, he was just tired.

“Mornning” he turned his head to see who it was, he thinks it was Sirius but he doesn’t have his glasses, he tried to point out to his eyes, talking was too hard. Luckily they understood and placed his glasses on him. Harry took a few moments to understand what was going on, he remembers coming to Grimmauld place, talking to his godfather, meeting the sad elf, the disgusting magic screaming at him, the cave… what happened next?

He was to tired to form a sentence luckily Sirius understood, and started explaining. Harry cleansed the cave from most of the corruption, in the process uncovering his little brother. Apparently the family magics were shielding him in a stasis, it wasn’t enough to heal him but it bought him time. It wasn’t until the situation was resolved that Sirius finally understood why the family magicks were so angry. He is pretty sure that if they had waited a few more months Reggie would not have survived. His brother is unconscious for the forceable future to allow his body to recover naturally. The healer doesn’t know for sure but what caused it but what ever was killing him was completely burned out of his system. She theorized it was the family magicks, in other words Harry’s flames purged the corruption allowing him to heal and there is no trace of it.

As for Harry himself, he overextended so thoroughly that Sirius was worried he might have burned his core, so he called a healer. When he saw Haripreet panicked look he reassured him that she is under strict secrecy contract and knows nothing of his flames. And in case he wondered, as Lord Black Sirius is obligated to care for his heir, medical care is not even the bare minimum. She did a complete history, originally it was intended to make sure there were no allergies or a preexisting condition that she might need to know. From the kids face he could see he was aware of how bad it is and was shrinking in to himself.

“You were unconscious for the past 2 weeks, originally you were supposed to wake 9 days ago but the healer decided it would be less strained on both your core and your body to finish the aggressive part of the healing while you were asleep.” Harry was holding his breath like he was waiting for something, and if it was anything like Sirius used to be, it’s probably nothing pleasant.

“I know you hardly know me, and being under my supposed control for the past two weeks will not reassure you in the slightest, but I thought you should know Dobby was and is here the whole time, keeping a close watch on everything that was done to and around you.” That seemed to do the trick, Reggie is the same way with Kreacher. “Normally I would have had the DMLE tare those animals, and remove you from their custody, but Dobby put a stop to it and told me not to interfere. I already figured there was a plan to deal with the Dursley, but between my own digging and from the way Dobby behaved it is clear they are not the real concern.” he could see Harry brace himself. It broke his heart that he left the kid to deal with this madness on his own.

“Look kid, I get that you are strong, not just magically, but your mind especially, you build your self despite everything and everyone trying to tear you down. I was never as strong as you, not nearly as smart. But I am as stubborn. I want you to know that what ever it is you plan, whatever it is you choose to do I will do everything I can to help. I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me, and I hope you will allow me to at least try and make it up to you.”

Harry could feel his sincerity, and the pain. He could sense Sirius is holding himself from burning the world with his wrath, a wrath on Harry’s behalf. He decided to reach out with his flames, they never steered him wrong, if they say he is safe then he would give him a real chance.

Sirius was in awe, the soul fire that came out of prongslet was beautiful, it was amethyst waves around the room. He could feel it dancing around him, testing, questioning, trying to figure him out. Sirius didn’t dare breathe. He could see that the kid was at a crossroad and he is choosing to let his magic guide his decision. As Lord Black, and former ward of House Potter he can very much respect trusting magic over words, in truth it is the only way to be certain. He can also sense when the magic accepted him, it was such a tender touch, as if unsure if this is ok, like a child trying its first steps. It has been a long time since Sirius Orion Black had hope for the future, and yet here is this impossible creature giving him more and more reasons to look forward to what comes next.

The following weeks the residents of Grimauld place were slowly healing. Regulus was waking for a few minutes at a time, Sirius was still building his stamina back after years in prison, Kreacher was working like the hounds of hell are after him, Dobby was doing what ever it is Dobby does. Harry was focused on training and re-learning how to control his magic. It seems the healing freed a significant amount of his power and now he needed to rain it in. At first Sirius was worried why is he training so hard, but then Harry told him it was the only time he can think straight. Between the extra energy and all he had to process, he felt like he was going to explode. After hearing that Sirius decided to join the madness, and took the chance to teach him traditional weapons for heir of house Potter.

To say that Harry was surprised wont cover it, turns out his family members preferred either dual swords or a war axe. It had nothing to do with gender, and more to do with the thoroughness of the strike. He also took the time to train him in poisons, infiltration, and dance. Said that these are things any self respecting heir should know regardless of house, everything else he can read in books and Sirius will take time for next summer. The raven didn’t complain, between the dojo master working him every morning, and Sirius working with him in the afternoon Harry was too busy to be overwhelmed, he was greatfull for that.

He did take a break to go with the Weasley family to the World Cup, which started amazing, and just as expected went to hell. When they reached the camp it was quickly decided that Harry would get his tent out as well so it would be easier on everyone (he did have Dobby block the library, between Hermione,Bill and the twins he felt justified.). Bill was impressed by the wards but quickly shut his mouth when he saw the glares aimed his way. The curse breaker wasn’t sure why, but 4 off his youngest siblings were ready pounce on him every time he tried to ask Harry about who did the protections. He had enough self preservation to forget he ever saw anything, easpcially with how Ginny was eyeing him.

The game and everything leading to it was fun, after was when everything went to hell. Why death eaters decided that attacking an international sporting event will help their cause he would never understand. At first Mr. Weasley wanted them all to go to the field until Bill stopped him and told them all to go to Harry’s tent, before they ran to help Harry told them to bring people to his tent. Luckily he already changed his wards to intention
based, instead of the regular block he had when he initially raised the tent so it was not a problem bringing the victims to them. It turned out to be smarter than expected when they realized Harry has a floo that was unaffected by the wards the maniacs in masks raised to prevent people from leaving. There were a few idiots that tried breaking through Harrys wards and stop people from taking shelter they payed dearly for their stupidity.

Many people and children in particular were brought in by Harry, the Twins, Percy, Bill, Charlie, or Mr. Weasley, several other adults helped their efforts when they realized how effective the protections were. Ron, Ginny and Hermione were working on helping those in the tent including evacuating who ever was possible. There was a group of students from Beauxbaton that were separated from their chaperones that ended up helping by entertaining most of the children that were separated from their parents and were panicking. A Finish wizard was helping direct and prioritize evacuation to St. Mangus. There were more wixen helping get everything under control once they realized they have somewhere safe. By the time the aurors showed the civilians had most of it under control.

When all was said and done somehow an elf was accused of using Ron’s wand to cast the dark mark. Thankfully she was ‘only’ freed after Bill pointed out the lack of logic in the accusations so Harry discreetly sent Dobby to retrieve her. By morning the Aurors had most of the chaos under control, and his tent was done being a train station. Though the amount of young children that were separated from their parents and found themselves with him was disturbing. The most ridicules part was that because Harry and Harmione were working on their language skill they were able to communicate with most of the children and figured out who their parents are.

Bill did teach Harry how to turn his Patrons to a messenger so he was able to just send one with a massage from the kids themselves to their parents. It was somewhat amusing seeing a huge deer running around talking in a childish voice telling mommy that they are fine and come to the Potter tent in the in east block 17. Many relived parents were talking in so many languages that at some point Harry was more confused by English then he was by Finnish. From the looks he was getting from his friends he is going to lend them the language aid crystals as well as teach them the patrounus charm.

When everything was settled he told his friends he’s heading back to Sirius’s place, the Weasley’s home was too full for him to handle. By the time he was at Grimmauld place his social battery was empty, he told Sirius what happened and completely ignored Remus and some lady’s presence. He was so tired that he just went to sleep not remembering there was someone there. Normally he would notice someone else’s presence, however the suite was coated with his own flames and magic, as such deemed safe.

Regulus was unsure what to do, it was clear the kid was not aware of him, and it is his suite. He tried making noises to get the other to realize he was there but nothing worked. Instead he stripped down to his boxers as he went to his bed to sleep. Regulus knew that if he noticed he wasn’t alone he wouldn’t be nearly as comfortable undressing. The scars on him were too private, he would know.. 7 years in Hogwarts and not once had he undressed in front of anyone.

The only reason Regulus was in the damn suite was because he was hiding. He wasn’t ready for anyone to know he was alive, and he really did not want to deal with Lupin or Andromeda. Andromeda kept pushing for a visit, and Lupin right along with her. Sirius wanted to get it over with while Haripreet was gone. Apparently the kid is guaranteed to punch Remus in the throat, Regulus did not see the problem with that, though neither was sure what would Happen with Andy. Unfortunately between Remus’s senses, and Andy’s family magicks they might know he was there. Sirius suggested Haripreet’s rooms since he was meant to be out for a few nights and his wards are so strong and thorough that nothing and no one can get past them. Sirius made sure to ask the kid’s permission before he left. Regulus was greatful that at least he was in the entry room so the kid still had privacy, about 40 minutes later Dobby showed and told him he can head back to his room, he wasn’t sure how to deal with Dobby but he knew better than to argue with a Potter elf.

By the time he reached his own suite Regulus was exhausted, walking less than 40 meters was an endless chore, and he couldn’t stop the conversation from a few days ago circling in his mind. When he was finally coherent enough Sirius set with him and told him some of what he missed, boy did he feel stupid. Though, in his defense he really didn’t know what else to do, there was a limit to how long you can kick someone down before they break, he was well aware he was going to die, he wanted to. Finding out the war continued for 2 more years only to come to a halt by a toddler was just ridicules. Hearing that Siri went to prison for betraying James was unfathomable, everything he heard about the past 16 years made no sense!

Then Siri started talking about his godson and Regulus couldn’t help but rage; he was one of them, he understood. Neither brother needed to elaborate what was there to understand, just to quietly hold back the wrath. Despite how much he disliked James, his cousin still cared, always looked out for him when they were in Hogwarts. Hell, he was the one to ream Sirius about distancing himself from Regulus and targeting Slytherins. So knowing his kid understands is devastating. Then Sirius tells him it was Harry that destroyed the locket, that he recognized it from experience. He didn’t tell him how he destroyed it, all he said was that Harry developed talents to survive over the years and one of them was of use. Regulus knows enough to stop asking. He understands hidden talents that keep you alive, and he can respect someone else risking their secret to help him. But seeing the boy stand there with his scars plain to see, the shear exhaustion from merely living breaks his heart all over again.

By the evening Dobby and a somewhat awake Harry introduced Winky to the Black brothers, where they suggested (read; aggrasivly informed) to the brothers that she would be perfect as Sirius personal elf, freeing Kreacher to focus on Regulus. The brothers were amused by the contract negotiations but knew better than to argue, Harry took the chance to ‘renegotiate’ Kreachers employment. Tha Black brothers didn’t know you could negotiate servitude terms with a house elf but both were pleased by the protection to elf and wizard the kid guaranteed.

Regulus was particularly impressed by Haripreet’s emotionaly blackmailing the elves in to taking time off, limiting their work hours, wearing proper uniform and upgrading their nests claiming anything less brings shame to house Black. The entire time Dobby was in the background often stating ‘a proper elf is a healthy elf’. Sirius felt like he was a teenager and uncle Charles standing in front of him reprimanding the Potter elves for overworking. What neither brother knew was that most of the information Harry learned (and accepted) on house elves came from James’s heir study materials. Moreover, he was using the Potter standard for a Potter elf bond.

The next day Regulus, Sirius and Harry were sitting in the Lord study for a proper talk, apparently there was more going on than either brother realized. Haripreet felt like the attack was a signal that things are escalating. It was amusing to see his frustration with papers as they claimed the attack was not as bad as it should have been due to the initive of sevrel visitors of the event, emphasizing Harry and a few other civilians efforts using his highly warded tent as a safe zone to many of the victims. (His friends no longer accused Harry for being paranoid warding his tent to high heaven)

Harry agreed to tell them about some of his Hogwarts mishaps, he also explained that Dumbledore was the real reason they had to be carful. (Sirius wished he could have been surprised but he had enough time with the mind healer to review that part of his life more clearly) The men went out of his way to maneuver Haripreet, make sure he was un-iformed about the magical world, while setting him out to be preceived as a properly trained Heir, a hero in red and gold.

On Nov 1st 1981 Harry was left on a doorstep with a letter, the following day the Wizengamot had a secret meeting where the Potter’s wills were sealed. 4 days later his blood oath godfather is sent to Azkaban without a trial, and 9 days after that his godmother was tutured to insanity. The Twinkled eyed menace shoved him to a house with magic hating muggles, and prevented every opportunity the kid used for an escape. He even ran away a few times only for him to wake up back in his cupboard. (A child was shoved in a fucking cupboard). When he was 6 years old he was warned to keep his talents hidden and even if another person has the same never show his full hand. (Regulus wandered why Sirius looked both sacred and relived by that.) the men that talked to him couldn’t get him away without attracting atention so he made sure Harry understood what is the law and what is NOT permitted around civilians/muggles. Moreover, he took the time to teach Harry how to hide his powers, the basics of survival, and how to look for information to improve his situation.

At the time Harry didn’t understand what any of that meant, but he comprehended enough to maneuver around the Dursley’s, and in retrospect Dumbledore. When he was introduced to the magical world it was via Hagrid, and he received the supply list for pure blood children (both brothers raised an eyebrow at ALL off that, seriously Hagrid...). Thankfully, the warning 6 year old Harry received always screams in the back of his mind so he played along until he had a moment to go over everything and prepare. First thing he did was get books on laws, rules, costumes, and the banking system so he would know how to begin to nevigate. (Both brothers were impressed while getting over the fact that it was necessary) As a result he knew to block his vaults to anyone that is not himself, not even a guardian can touch them or get a single piece of information. something he found out the following summer was attempted multiple time. (At this point the brothers were just sitting in simmering rage listening carefully, Sirius took notes extensively, easpcially for his Solictor.)

By the end of 1st year he faced a shade of Voldermort at least twice that he is aware. By the end of 2nd year he faced a basilisk and a book that possessed a student and felt like the shade (Regulus paled at that), at the 3rd year there was the idiocy with Sirius but during winter break he found a tiara at the room of lost and found that again, felt the same as the shade. (Regulus actually threw up at that.) At that point Regulus asked Kreacher for firewhisky its a sad day when Kreacher and Sirius share a concerned look, but Kreacher got him the drink.

After gulping down his drink Regulus poured himself and Sirius a full glass (nearly all the way to the top) and then asked Harry if he was certain the Locket felt the same as the shade, journal, and tiara. Harry would have taken offense if not for the panic and clear spiraling. It was an unquestionable yes, he even went to elaborate that they all screamed in agony as if dying whenever he cleansed them. That was when Regulus explain what a horcrux is, by the end of the explanation Sirius downed his entire glass and was looking at the bottle in consideration, which was when Harry vetoed the presence of more alcohol and had Dobby make them fruit smoothies. They were disgruntled but agreed, this conversation was an emotional trip in the knight bus while on fire, they don’t need to add more alcohol to the madness.

The three knew that Lord No Nose was a serious issue, especially with the now 3 cleansed horcruxes that they know about. Harry did bring out the items because Regulus wanted to compare magical residue, though that turned out to be pointless when it seems Harry’s form of cleansing somehow reverted the items to its original purpose. Regulus and Sirius were completely horrified to realize Rowena Ravenclaw lost diadem was one, and Salazar Slytherin locket was another. When they went over what to do about Voldisnort Harry said that there is no use planning for crazy, and they should just wait for the idiot to make his move and tear him down with extreme prejudice. The brothers growing up sorounded by crazy couldn’t fault his logic. The rest of the wixen world however needs a violent wake up call. Both brothers looked curious and confused by that.

“Simple, wixen are prejudice idiots that rather believe in magical baby that can’t wipe itself is Merlin incarnate rather than fix the problems they created. What’s worse is that they follow and worship a power hungry megalomaniac with no fashion sense believing the garbage he feeds them. Those that see past his lies follow a psycho that rather tear his own soul apart than to admit his afraid of dying, his fake name does mean flight of death, and is too lazy to put in the work for a proper solution like with alchemy to create his own philosopher stone.”

The brothers just set there taking in the depth of disgust coming out of the 14 year old. It was like uncle Charlie, and Aunt Dorea rolled in to one angry overpowered teenager. All that was missing was uncle Charles signature eye role and muttering of ‘pathetic’ at the end of the rant.

Sirius just shook his head, “do you have an idea how to go about it?”

Harry just look petulant at that. “No, I’ve collected a lot of evidence about both the twinkling menace, and the riddler. And I know I want to release it in the most explosive way before I leave wixen world, but I don’t have a clue.”

At that Sirius sobered, “you want to leave?” He sounded so sad from it. Harry figured Sirius wouldn’t be a fan of that option, but he wasn’t going to hide it from him. So far only his closest friends know about his exit strategy, but it felt wrong to hide it from the man.

“I don’t really have an option to be a real person in the wixen world, especially not in Britain where the fiction of the boy who lived is overshadowing everything I do. Besides, the magical world is relatively new to me, I already had dreams before I knew this was an option. When I started Hogwarts I figured I’ll give it a real chance and decide from there, worst case scenario get my OWLs, and NEWTs and move on with my life. The thing is that the longer I spend in the wixen world the happier I am with my old plan.” He knew it was ridicules to follow the dreams of his 6 years old self, but for years that was thing that kept him from breaking.

Reggie looked thoughtful at that, while Sirius looked appeased. “Well, as long as you’re not running away, but toward something that you actually want I will only ask that you still let us have an active part in your life.” Which was something all 3 find perfectly acceptable. As much as Sirius would much rather keep his godson close he couldn’t help but be relived the kid really does have something to look forward to. It’s probably the reason he managed to survive the dumpster fire of a reality fate decided to turn his life in to.

Regulus was jealous, he wishes he was strong enough to pull through and reach for his own dreams. He remember growing up fantasizing about studying ancient tombs, rediscovering old magics and histories the world forgot about. Instead he let the world break him. But that doesn’t matter, thanks to Haripreet he has time to actually try, now all they need is to help him and then he can see about figuring out his own aspirations.
He tried to turn that problem in his head, Harry wants to force wixen to see their own hypocrisy clearer. Whats more he wants to expose the two distructive old man for their lies. He asked Harry what evidence he collected, between the kid and the abundance of information he himself had they needed to a better understanding of what they have. As Harry went over everything he has it became clear just how busy the kid was. The information on Voldemort and Dumbeldore was enough for a tell all each…

…wait…

Regulus suddenly has a wonderfully petty idea. “Sirius, Haripreet, who would you say is the most power hungry reporter? I need someone that can twist the most banal stories to facinating horror?”

“Skitter…”, “Rita!”, was a unanimous response.

“Really?” Reggie was confused.

“Ye, surprised me too, but damn can she twist the figurative knife.” Sirius used to actually respect her at school, he’s not sure he wants to know what happened to make her so vile.

“She might actually be perfect. I know for a fact she loath Dumbledore, not to mention her father was one of the first public targets of the death eaters.” That got a cautious look from the other two.

Sirius looked confused, “I knew about her father, but Dumbeldore?… now that I think about it, she never misses a chance to drag his name through the mud, I just thought it was because he was a figure in power…” Harry honestly thought so too.

“Not sure myself but I remember as a 1st year being confused how an upperclassmen Hufflepuff looked at Dumbledore with so much hate. When I asked Narcissa about it she just had a sad face and told me to leave it be.” They could ask their cousin for explanation, but honestly it didn’t feel like it was worth the risk.

“Either way this could work in our advantage, I’m thinking we can get her under a strict contract and get Rita to write a tell all about the two manipulators. But this really depends on her being able to write a juicy enough version of the truth, supported by all the evidence Harry accumulated. This will set their entire support system on fire without leading back to us.”

Harry looked considering at that, he listened carefully when Sirius and Regulus went back and forth about what to give her, and what should be in the contract. How to time it, and which should be published first. The more he listened the more he saw just how right Regulus is, this allowed them to tare the British wixen delusion away without leading back to him.

“ok, I’ll get you a copy of everything next time I go to Gringotts. Now, Regulus how are we dealing with you? You are going to eventually recover, and want to leave the house.” Both Sirius and Harry looked expectantly at that.

“I don’t know, I hadn’t really had a chance to think about it. For the most part I was trying to get my head around everything that changed. I do know that I dont want to be who I was…” Sirius was heartbroken by how painful it sounded for Reggie to admit.

“You dont have to make up your mind now, think this over, figure out what it is you want. Or more importantly what it is you refuse to accept. I know I’m younger than you and made my plans at a single digits age, but I always knew what I refused to accept in my life. It made figuring things out easier.” As Sirius processed Harry’s advice he figured the kid had a point. Knowing what you want is impossible, but knowing what you wont accept is easier to define. More than that, it’s a boundary that once enforced can be quite liberating. He could see his little brother has a similar conclusion.

The finale 2 weeks of summer break went a little more peacefully. Harry and Sirius went to Gringotts where his godfather signed a very strict contract and took on the Potter stewardship. This allowed for the Sharpclaw to prepare things for the time Harry would be 15 and he could get things running with the proper authority of the lord. It also allowed the Potter Heir access to some of the properties, along with a few of the smaller vaults. They used the chance to go to Potter Tower and feed that ward stone. (He was very amused to discover that the Potters ancestral home is a medieval tower with a moat surrounded by the most dense forest he had ever witnessed.)

At first Sirius strongly objected to it until Harry explained that something was desperately urging him, it wasn’t until Harry charged the ward stone that he understood. After the intense treatment healer Flint did, Harry felt restless, and hyper vigilant, he could barely sleep at night because he couldn’t get his mind to settle. When he poured his magic to the stone it was like a dam broke, he finally had the release he needed.

When Sirius watched Harry feed the ward stone he wanted to hit himself over the head for being an idiot. As Harry was healing Lord Black was so concerned about removing as much pressure as he could from the kid that he forgot Haripreets’ own magic needed a chance to adjust. The kids core has been overworking it self his entire life to keep him functioning, then 3 years ago he added 2 Heirships to ancient clans that were not recovered, all the while going to school where actively using his magic. Harry’s core was still over producing the same amount of power without anywhere to direct it to. His body was no longer a patch up work held together with magic and shear force of will. (neither was aware that his soul fire was no longer fighting for control which that alone took most of the effort) The Black family magicks were no longer desperately holding on to their lost child, and in fact had two more (somewhat) healthy members to share the burden. Additionally the Potter family magicks were finally allowed to begin to heal.

When the estate was shut down, and the late lord will was sealed it prevented the family magicks from settling. Something any self respecting lord knows; it’s why Sirius was so outraged by the wizengamot allowing Dumbeldore to seal the Potters will. The lords of Ancient houses in particular know what it means to the family magicks, and what it would do to the heir when he comes of age if no one was there to share the burden with him. Had Harry not been as overpowered as he is now, with an imformed adult to guide him this would have been much worse. Thankfully between Harry pouring outrageous amount of power, and Sirius being there to help guide it there is less desperation in the family magicks.

They ended up staying for a few days allowing Harry to explore and Sirius to tell him so many random details from his time living there. They haven’t woken any elves yet knowing it would take to much off a toll on both of them to support so many bonds. But they made plans to regularly visit the tower over the school year so Harry would have an outlet for his core while it got used to having less strain. Doing so allowed the Familly Magicks time to adjust to only having 2 active members, and the wards to re-eastablish. This way by the time Harry will take up the lordship the eastate will be prepared to fully wake.

Harry was amazed to discover his father placed everything living in stasis to prevent them from being hurt by the absence of active members to care and nurture them. Appearntly James Potter did not believe he was going to make it out of the war alive and was making contingencies for his son and home. Sirius said it was why his mom and dad fought so much towards the end, she refused to let him give up as she put it, though agreed with prioritizing Harry’s survival. What she knew but didn’t understand was that James witnessed his clan diminish from 31 blood members to 4, in less then 2 decades. His family was systematically targeted and he refused to allow his son to be next.

Secretly Haripreet wandered if his father was a cloud like himself, according to the book this was classic behavior of a cloud protecting his territory, it brought him comfort thinking he had more then his looks in common with his dad. His theory only felt more probable as he was walking in the territory and he felt a familiar magic letting him know he is home, this is a safe place for him. It was the first time he felt like he might be ready to let go of the shelter a 6 year old boy made in the grove near Little Whinning

Going back to school after what felt like a very dense summer to Harry was more of a chore than normal. He liked being in Grimmauld place with the Black brothers, the routine they had felt comfortable. The two also respected his boundaries, the only time Sirius pushed was when it was something he knew would effect Harry’s health, and even then he explained his reasoning and only did things with Harry’s explicit permission. It took time but the boy can accept the urgency after the cave that forced Sirius to make decisions for him, though the knowledge that Dobby was there to hold them accountable (read; terrorize both Siri and healer Flint) still makes him laugh randomly. Not to mention he saw the Medical History scroll and can understand why Sirius and the healer insisted on such a thorough healing process. It wasn’t until he was mostly recovered that he realized just how much pain he used to be in, the difference alone was a shock to the system.

Regulus seemed to be doing better as well, he was starting to look less gaunt, and was able to stay longer around them without getting as overwhelmed.(Kreacher is the only one he could handle without needing a break) It probably helped that he found something he enjoyed doing and made him feel productive. The guy was a research beast, once Harry brought a copy off all the information he gathered Regulus went over it with a fine-tooth comb and organized it in a manner that was quite illuminating. Initially he wanted to go over everything and see what he can add (he was personally involved with high society and the death eaters) so Sirius and Harry left him to it and went to Potter Tower where they ended up staying for nearly a week. It was amusing returning to Grimmauld place and seeing the younger Black convert one of the parlors in to a researchers dream office. He even had a conspiracy board and everything. Sirius had a nostalgic look on his face when he saw that, and said it was probably better to let his brother take over. Which Harry can’t help but agree, the guy was in his element, he only asked to be regularly updated.

Though he was probably distracted by getting in to the correspondence program in the university of London. Sure he was going to have to sneak out for exams and presentations, but it was only about once a month and they were flexible about scheduling. Easpcially once they realized he was only 14, though Sirius getting healer Flint to write a letter informing them of his poor health also helped. (The sad thing was that she was very truthful, she still didn’t understand how he was able to function) Once Sirius found out he insisted on celebrating, originally Harry didn’t know how to feel about it. Then Regulus said he should have mercy on the brothers, or aunt Dorea would find a way to curse them from the after life. So he agreed to a small celebratory dinner, insisting the elves join them. He remembered what it was like being excluded, and refused to allow himself to be the cause of that. (Sirius and Regulus had to warn the elves from making a big deal, they could see how even a small dinner was overwhelming him.)

Now he found himself sitting on a train to Hogwarts counting down the moment he was on the train back. At first sitting with his friends at the compartment was nice, but their constant side glances were maddening, so he made it clear that they better say what the problem was. Turns out his friends were surprised to see him so much calmer then normal, it wasn’t until Neville pointed out that Harry looked healthier, and was slightly taller then when they saw him 2 weeks ago that he realized they were simply confused. He explained that Sirius insisted on him seeing a healer (which they knew about), but also that past the initial treatment the two ganged up on him, recruited Dobby and now he is regularly getting all the supplements his body needs. His friends looked sad but relived. It was no secret that his life was a dumpster fire, they all knew he was working on not just emancipation, but an entire exit strategy from the wizarding world. Hell, they were actively helping him improve his plans and coming up with new contingencies to make sure he is free.

Once he placed every ward conceivable on the compartment he told them about the plan he came up with the Black brothers over the summer. (he did not mention Regulus being found, that was not his secret to share) he was amused to see his friends glee at the thought of Dumbls and Voldie at the mercy of Skeeter. It was Luna that pointed out they should probably use the chaos to achieve something since there is going to be such a power vacuum. Figured it would allow them to divert some of the madness away from Harry.

Ron pointed out that this is more of a long term project so they might as well let it stew while they make sure they each know how active and visible they want to be. Harry appreciated his friends already backing his plan. None of them questioned his decision to leave or his explosive view of the magical world. All they did was accept him as is, and adjust their plans around it.

What he didn’t understand was that they saw how caged he always felt. Seeing him now less burdened talking about the future like it’s a real option and not just a fantasy was a relief. Each of them had a chance to see how miserable yet determined their friend is, he didn’t really live as much as survived. The thing is that despite it all he was always the one who believed in them, he was the one who tore the school apart when one of them was in danger. Pushed harder when they wanted something and didn’t know how to get it.

Ron knew he was jealous and angry, but Harry didn’t care and said at least he isn’t fake. When Ron complained about things he didn’t have, Harry was the one to kick his arse and point out what he did have. When he talked about wanting to be on the Quidditch team, Harry convinced Wood to establish a reserve team. Sure he wasn’t guaranteed to play, but it allowed him time to practice with the teem and with wood graduating he would be better prepared to start. But best off all, Harry normally looked in his direction when they needed to make a plan. Sure the guy always crushed his initial one, but he had complete faith that Ron will come up with something brilliant. (In retrospect he is well aware that his first idea is always ludicrous on levels that put Hermione’s schemes to shame.)

Hermione was not on the same level as Ron, she needed a friend that set her down and actually listened. He didn’t agree with most of what she had to say, but he did pay attention to everything Hermione did say and forced her to stop and think. Something the girl didn’t realize just how desperately she needed. He was also the one to get her to prioritize her health and learn how to managed her time better, a shourtcoming that nearly got her hospitalized in the previous year. It was oddly comferting having a friend that was so aggressively nurturing.

The twins were on the same boat as her, he made them stop and re-evaluate. In his 1st year the scary midget took one look at their experiments, glued them to a chair (actual muggle glue) and set them through a long and tedious lecture over safety protocols and health hazard. The demon then proceeded to pay Percy to research what is the legal process to get their products approved and patented. (Which was when they learned to really appreciate Percy’s pedantic ways). All they did was tell him in an off comment about wanting to open a joke shop and he took them 100% serious, sitting them down and asking how they plan to go about things, the practicality of it all. It was grounding. It as also mind boggling having someone see their dream as fact, as far as Harry is concerned it wasn’t a matter of if, but when.

Ginny was still confused as to how she found herself in this friends group. She was the idiot who got herself possessed and nearly killed the entire school. The girl is still not sure what happened in the chamber, all she rembers was purple fire engulfing her allowing her to finally think straight. What’s emberassing was that after everything she was still acting like a stalker, which Potter had no problem calling her out on. The insane part off it all was that he mostly told her to stop seeing the delusion everyone decided he is and remember that he is a person that is very uncomfortable with her behavior and would much rather meet Gred and Forge’s little sister. It took her some time but she adjusted, though once she really saw him she liked this version better.

Neville and Luna didn’t need someone to ground them like the others did, they each knew who they were, and who they weren’t. What they wanted was somewhere they didn’t feel so wrong, like nothing they did was working. That was what this group of brilliant misfits was to them, and it revolved around an angry force of nature that kept getting caged. So if Harry needed them to plan for the aftermath of his setting the world on fire, they would all sit down and start making contingencies. At least they knew they were in for a spectacular show.

Dumbeldore announcement at the opening feast led to every one in Gryffindor tower to be on edge. Harry and his friends researched what the tournament was and since then they had a group of raging lions pointing out everything that was wrong with having what they dubbed ‘a death trap in a school that can’t even have one year without someone nearly dying.’ By the time October came it was well know how badly Harry Potter and his friends thought about “the latest display of disregard for the students well being.” Or more easily dubbed “the death tournament”. The sad part was that the more Hogwarts students thought about it the more they agreed. The Slytherins were more concerned that the lions had better self preservations than they did when the tournament was brought up.

It did lead to an interesting display on the night the names were called out;

On Holloween students from all 3 schools were sitting waiting to see who were the chosen sacrifices a.k.a. Champions when the Goblet started the choosing.

‘For Durmstrang; Victor Krum’ the Bulgarian seeker proudly took his place. Hopefully the rumors he heard about the tournament since arriving to Scotland were just an exaggeration. Surly the Hogwarts faculty is not that careless.

‘Beauxbaton champion; Fleur Delacour’ the witch stepped forward with her head raised high. The poor girl is abnormally cut-off from gossip, her allure is more powerful since she reached her maturity and she is still working on control.

‘Last but not least Hogwarts champion; Cedric Diggory.’ The badger stepped up smiling while thinking to himself that this really back fired. He was not planning on being chosen, the only reason he put his damn name was because his father pushed, saying it would help his future prospects. After he heard the lions anger about the ‘death tournament’ he looked in to it and couldn’t help but agree. Now he is stuck competing, praying to mother magic he is going to make it out alive. He really should learn to say no to the man.

When things started to settle, off course another name was spat out of the Goblet, the headmaster took it and read, ‘Harry Potter?’ And looked to the Gryffindor table.

“Fuck no! I don’t know what your deal is old men, but you are not getting me in this death match.” There was no misunderstanding how the young lion felt about the situation, the following confruntation was very amusing for everyone but the faculty. After the outburst the Potter heir proceeded to rage over the incompetence of Hogwarts administration and listed everything he found them to be at fault at. The list was long, the head shaking and confirmations from various students did not help matters. The students from Beauxbaton and Durmstrong watched in horrified fascination as they were getting more and more relived by their schools standers. No one noticed Neville as he snicked out and sent a note with a colorfully dressed house elf.

Having Sirius Black burst through the door 20 minutes in to the show down was confusing, until he placed himself between Dumbeldore and Heir Potter demanded to see the contract, stating that as Steward of house Potter he has higher authority over the heir of his house over a mere headmaster. (The dig did not go unnoticed) Once matters settled and the contract Harry was signed on was produced it became very clear that he would have to compete. What’s worse Harry demanded to see the note with his name cursing out loud when he saw it. He gave it to Harmione who pointed out that this is a torn perchament from his homework assignment, she recognized the purple ink he likes to use. On the back it said he was competing on behalf of Koldovstoretz. Which Harry stated that he would happily transfer too if it increases his chances to get out of this dumpster fire of a school. (Many Hogwarts students couldn’t help but agree…)

Unfortunatly for Dombeldore the entire confrontation was very public since neither Potter nor Black were willing to move to a side room and made sure to make a very public show of their displeasure. The following day the front page of the Daily Profit had the story of ‘Triwizard Tornemant – Dombeldores latest Fumble’. Going to great detail over the forced entrance of on underage student, along with a very detailed recount of the following confrontation.

Sirius was relived they already had Skeeter under contract with the books. She also agreed to the clause limiting what articals and information about House Black, House Potter, and Harry’s friends she can publish without his explicit premission. At first she signed it begrudgingly; however, considering he was the one who presented her with Harry’s memory of the entire mess she seemed to be quite pleased with the new arrangement.

Harry reaming in to Dumbeldore was magnificent, he wasn’t there from the start but he wasn’t surprised by the show. Sirius was surprised by Skeeter pointing out with a hint of admiration that it was like watching uncle Charlie in the Wizangamot. When he looked at her questioning she quietly said that her father served with Charles Potter in the Dragon Brigade in WWII, he was the one to speak in his funeral. (Though with the amount of sentiment she is showing, Sirius has a feeling his uncle also tried at help as much she allowed him). They did wonder how long it would have gone had Sirius not showed, Merlin knew he had the amunation.

The following month Sirius stepped up Harry’s training. He got special premission from the Board of governors to come to the school regularly to train him, which considering the magnitude of the law-suit he was bringing down on them they knew better and coaporated. He was impressed by the setup the pup and his friends had in the chamber of secrets, and was curious as to what madness they pulled him in. Turns out the year before Hermione had the idea of sending Dobby to a facility the special forces train in and copy their obstacle course. (he mistakingly asked why and how she knew about the facility, the answering smile gave him chills) They regularly upgraded the difficulty to the point that he was a little scared of them. He did ask Dobby for the plans so he can add something similar in Black castle, and Potter Tower.

As for Harry himself, his friends knew better then to let up and went on a research binge knowing that with this latest madness Harry’s days in this Hogwash (their friend refused to acknowledge Hogwarts by any other name) are numbered and as soon as he takes his OWL’s his out. They decided to devide the work load; Hermione and Ginny study former tournaments and help with the tasks. Ron, Neville, and Luna work on a diversion for the wixen world after Harry blows it up.(metaphorically, they think…) The twins were in charge on monitoring the midgets study marathons which they took offense to once they realized they were viewed as the mum friends. All of them rotated in the training sessions, since they figured it wouldn’t hurt for them to improve as well.

The surprise addition was that of the 6th year Hufflepuff. Harry walked up to him and flat out asked; “want to join my training schedule? I’m planning to come out of this madness in one piece. I do not trust the faculty of this school to prepare me for anything this deaths tournament is likely to throw at us.” And so the badger found himself on daily afternoon training sessions in the chamber of secrets, and evenings in the library learning about 5x creatures and the various options to survive them. He was constantly confused by what a harsh task master Potter is. When the twins said they were there to tone him down he thought they were joking, he learned his mistake quickly.

Charlie was the one that came through and sent his little brother a letter saying that Hogesmeade hasn’t changed at all since he graduated. This led to Harry using the cloack and map for a little night stroll where he found the idiots brought Dragons for the first task. And if that wasn’t moronic enough it was nesting mothers. When he approached their nest he was fortunate enough to be able to communicate with them, barley but it was better then nothing. (He was greatful for Slytherin library for teaching him there are variations to Parselamouth.)

This lead to a plan. He sneaked off to find the men in charge and made a deal, he would translate between the handlers and the dragons, and they would let him and the other champions come and familiarize themselves with them. He leanrned enough about the damn things to know better then to assume a random 17 year old can survive them without an insane amount of luck and cheating.

Cedric, Fleur, and Viktor were shocked to receive such a random summon to the east entrance of the forbidden forest. Fleur was still baffled by the confusing blond getting her to follow, Victor really wanted to find the ginger twins that annoyed him so throughly, and Cedric was familiar enough with Harry’s friends to know not to argue when Ginny showed up. They were more shocked when the 4th champion, the one that did not want to compete told them about the Nesting Dragons, and how he convinced the handlers to allow them to descreetly spend time around to familiarize with them. Listening to his plan was madness in a bottle but the 3 figured that with nesting mothers they might as well try.

During the week leading to the 1st task the 4 champions sneaked in nightly to get to know the dragons, their strength, weaknesses and best form to survive them. It helped that Harry took the time to talk to them, and get them to be less agrassive when the handlers made it clear that during the task none of their real egg would be involved. That did lead to a different round of rage over the odessity of separating a dragon from her nest.

On the day of the task the four champions waited in a tent for the selection of the dragons, as they were waiting none said it out lowed but they were happy they had time to not just make plans, but confirm with the handlers it won’t backfire on them. The fact that the organizers of the event found it acceptable to have them face nesting mothers as a surprise made them really question the idiots sanity. (Though at least Delacour and Krum headmasters gave them a heads up). Seeing Bagman, one of the judges try to get Potter alone did not fill them with confidence. When selection was done none of the champions were surprised Potter was the one stuck with the Hungarian Hurntail. Out of the 4 dragons she was the one dragon that was snooty and said if they want something they are going to have to work for it. The other 3 were more flexible, kept telling her that they are younglings, she can’t expect better. One of these days he is going to set Dumbls beard on fire!

Diggory went first, he placed a scent block, disillusioned himself, and proceeded to summon several ferrets for the Swedish short-snout to hunt, the handlers informing him that it was her favorite was a true gift. Fleur followed by singing the Welsh Green to sleep, along with quite a few in the audience. For the first time since her maturity she was greatful for the boost in her powers. Viktor followed by summoning his broom and flying around the Chinese fireball. He wasn’t sure who enjoyed the chase more, he or the dragon.

Harry was annoyed, out of the strategize for each dragon, he dislikes the one he was about to use the most. The day after the champions selection Sirius asked Harry to give him some of the basilisk skin, and commissioned battle robes with every diffence possible. A decision Harry was greatful for, since as it turns out it can wistand the fire for short period of time. Which is why Harry Potter, Koldovstoretz champion (he even made sure to place their emblem on his back) covered in the finest protective armore stood in front of the dragon and started chanting in Japanese.(Hermione found him an elemental spell in the copies from Ravenclaw library that he did not have! They were both greatful for obsessively learning languages) The fierce dragon started small by setting the ground in fron of him on fire, at first it look like she was going to eat him crispy, until a wall of ice started in ceyrcling the dragon. The dragon tried to stop it but nothing helped, it was trapped in a dome of ice. He walked tiredly to the nest to get the damn egg while cursing this entire event in Japanese. (He practiced this spell for the past 3 nights and it was draining!)

He was greatful for his wonderful friends providing a wall between himself and the rest of the sheep. He didn’t bother to listen to anyone and went to sleep, leaving everyone else to deal with the idiocy. He placed the cloack over himself and retreaded to chamber of secrets to sleep for 2 days. It was a good thing he taught his friends how to say open in parcel or they would have gone crazy with worry, but for 2 days that was not his problem.

The following week the defense teacher had the inspiring idea to teach the unforgivables to a bunch of 4th years, and follow the hairbrained idea with casting the imperio on the students. Neville with Harry and Hermione standing behind him, informed the ‘teacher’ in no uncertain terms will he aim his wand at a student and that they will defend themselves. He tried to give them detention for it and get them to stand down, not realizing that a few of the other students were preparing to defend themselves as well after hearing Neville quote the law stating that the headmasters premission is not enough to override it. (Augusta Longbottom was very thourough with his heir lessons). The madness that followed would fit a marks brothers film. The lunatic proceeded to raise his wand at Neville only to have several overpowered expliarmus sent his way blowing him in to a wall.
While the idiot was unconscious on the floor someone went to get the Madam Pumffry only to return with Gryffindor and Slytherins heads pretending to care about students wealfare. Who would have thought a Malfoy and a Weasley would agree on something and very loudly and dramatically re-told to McGonagall and Snape about what happened. Dumbeldore joining in with his disappointed shtick and waking the idiot only made things longer. For once Malfoy’s ‘my father would hear about this’ was appropriate. Neville, Hermione, and Harry were assigned a week’s detention which all three refused to serve with the clearly unstable teacher. Snape thought he scared them not realizing this is going to back fire. After class was dismissed Neville convinced Zabini and Patil to provide a memory to send for the DMLE, with a copy to their parents; between who their parents are, and the position they set in the class they were the best candidate. meanwhile Hermione and Harry wrote a witness report for Sirius and Skeeter, including the punishments, and why.

The following mornning Bones showed at the school with an escort of aurors to investigate why the Headmaster of a school, along with a former auror deemed it acceptable to use unforgivables on students without proper autheraziation and personal. Unseprisingly there was an entire procedure to learn how to resist the curse and they completely skipped it. During the questioning something did not seem right to the aurors who were escorting Bones and they insisted Moody have his ‘interview’ at the ministry away from the children. (They were brought because they personally trained by the man, and knew how to talk to him. Whoever stood in front of them was not Alastor Moody!)

The day following that the Daily Prophet opened; ‘Dumbledore can’t even tell who is friends are.’ Skeeters article was a true character assissnation for bumbledore, Barty Crouch, and a long list of officials in charge. It did come up in the investigation that he was the one to add Harry’s name to the goblet though for what purpose they couldn’t figure out. Even the truth potion didn’t help extracting the information, not when the men was madder then a beg of cats. As for Moody himself, the man was found in a trunk in the Defense professors office, he was as expected not a happy camper and very loudly told Dombldore where to shove it as he was escorted to St. Mongus. Bones left an auror behind as a replacement (using the chance to have him discreetly investigate the school like she has been wanting for years!)

Regardless of Harry’s original plans to spend his first Yule away from Hogwarts he found himself forced to stay, thanks to the idiocy of the Yule ball. Heaven forbid they do it before everyone was due to go home. He decided to be a little shit and convinced Zabini to go as his date. At first the Slytherin was not thrilled until Potter told him that the only one who enjoys trolling more than him are the Weasley twins, and taking him would make the headmaster have heart palpitations.

What Harry didn’t know was that was only part of the reason, when Blaise asked him in an off comment if he was even attracted to guys the Griffinder said carelessly, ‘don’t really care. As long as your not an idiot and the right kind of arsehole you have my interest. It’s up to you if it goes further.’ He liked that, and wanted to spend a night trolling the headmaster while flirting with the supposed golden boy. It was common knowledge that the Potter Heir’s temper was not something you want aimed at you (as Malfoy and his posse repeatedly experienced), but it was only this year that it was aimed so blatantly at the headmaster. Up until now there was a certain distance between the boy and Dombledore, it was clear to see that Potter did not approve of many of the things that happened in the school yet kept rolling with the punches. It was only this year that he blatantly told the faculty just how much of a disapointment he views them all to be.

The confrontation between Potter and Dombldore on Semhein was still the talk of Slytherin. None of them realized that he saw a lot of the discrimination and criminal negligence that went towards all houses and blood statuses, displayed differently from various faculty members. Honestly the only decent ones are Flitwick, Sinistra, Vector, and Babbaling. The fact that Potter had no problem listing their incompitance in the middle of the great hall in front of witnesses refusing to back down dispite the combined effort of the headmaster, the tournament organizers and 2 house heads was impressive. Even if nothing came out of it Blaise knew it would be a good night.

The Yule ball did prove to be as fun as the two predicted. Having the Boy who Lived come to the ball with Heir Zabini (son of the notorious Black widow) as they speak nothing but fluent Italian the whole evening while they laughed and dance, indeed raised many eye brows. Watching the Gryffindor Golden Boy agrees to random dance request forcing his partners to lead regardless of age or gender was even more confusing. (He is well aware he can’t dance, no matter how hard Sirius tried to teach him). By the end of the evening several pranks were in the headmasters system waiting on delay to be active. (If Sirius issued a challenge to Fred, George, Luna and Harry to see who can get him to consume more pranks without getting caught it was no ones business, unsurprisingly the petit blond won).

Harry spent the rest of the Yule break in Grimmauld place with the Black brothers each mostly focusing on different project. Sirius was working on the books with Skeeter, Harry was working on catching up with his muggle classes, and Regulus working on what ever scheme Neville, Ron, and Luna talked him in to.( A few months earlier Regulues finally felt comfortable enough to gradually let Narssica, Andromeda, and Harry’s friends know about him, though they did use very strict secrecy contracts because he was still not ready for anything more.) It was a nice work break that somehow the most peaceful time they each remember expriancing.

Regulus might be the only person Harry had ever witness become alive by doing research, even Harmione and Luna are not that bad. But the guy knows how to uncover secrets, including confirming that Belatrix was given something of great importance around the same time Kreacher was used as a testing dummy. He sent the elf to the ministery records to discreetly check who has accses to her assets and found Narssica was the steward of the Lastrange estate pushing him to put on his big boy pants and get in touch with his cousin. (He missed her dearly, but its was hard to face that everyone lived while he was frozen.) After a tearful, and curse happy reunion he let her know what happened to him, to an extant. He shamelessly, and successfully used the chance to talk Narssica in to checking Belatrix’s vaults and assets for another horcrux, by adding fuel to an already lit furnace and letting her know about her husband misbehavior in Draco’s 2nd year enderging her little dragon in the process.

Turns out she is of the same mind as Regulus; sees the death eaters as a pointless cult she was stuck with, and shoot to kill when it comes to abominations like horcruxes. Lady Malfoy found the abomination in her sister’s vault and brought it to Grimmauld place for them to cleanse (something Harry did discreetly with only Sirius present.). If after she took a chance to express to her lord husband just how extensive her displeasure is, it was a personal matter between husband and wife.

It was amusing to see Lady Malfoy be pleasant with Harry and his friends but once Sirius came anywhere near, it was like every vicious instinct in her came to life. The cousins really brought the worse out of each other, and fascinating to watch. It only became worse when Regulus decided he was ready to add Andromeda to the mix, making it even more vicious. There were many occasions when Regulus, Harry, and his friends raised shields and watched while eating popcorn. Those Black cousins are wild, though no one commented about the small smile on Regulus’s face. (If the 3 played it up because they knew how much the little troll loved it, it was no ones buissnes but their own.)

Regulus was also able to track another Horcrux in little Helington using both the diary Harry recovered from 2nd year, along with all the research they did. Sirius ended up taking Narssica with him to retrieve him due to her comprehensive knowledge in dark arts, and aura sight she possessed. That turned out to save his life with the items compulsions nearly took over him. Harry was very happy to let his fire loose on the damn thing, though as soon as Sirius saw that stone that remained behind he told Harry to close it in the family vault, and only look in to it after learning the family histories.

Harry use the chance of bring in the muggle world to take scuba diving lessons, he knew there was a magical was to swim underwater but didn’t wasn’t to risk consuming anything with the potion regime healer Flint has him on. Transfiguration and various bauble charms depanded consuntraition, so he prefered them as back up. If Sirius used the chance to get him an in structure for underwater combat, well.. can you blame him. After 3 intense days Harry was fairly competent diver. It was a good thing he could continue practice in the room of requirement.

Heripreet took the chance to spend Equinox in Potter Tower where he completely released his powers, both core and soul fire to saturate his family ancestoral home. It was part of a ritual to connect to the family magics that ended up helping the Potter family magics finally relax and accept the loss of the past 4 decades. According to Sirus who came to spend the day there with him the magics have gradually settled thanks to his weekly visits, but the night of the Equinox ritual was the push they needed. The Black Brothers did the same with Andromeda, Narcissa wanted to join but that ment explaining to her husband why she wasn’t in the Malfoy’s ritual and Regulus wasn’t ready for that.

With both the Black, and Potter family magics properly healing Harry felt the pressure as the heir to both families removed from his core. It was a power boost none of them were ready for, but thanks to both families finally stabilizing he was able to get used to it better.

Before it was time to go to Hogwarts Regulus had time to sit with Harry over his stratgy for the 2nd task to notice a likely fault in the planning of the organizers, once he pointed it out to his brother Sirius was on it like a dog with a bone. When the day if the the task had viewing crystals on the competitors to show what was going on because Lord Black actually looked in to what was the planning once he had the idiocy of the organizers pointed out to him.

Safe to say the audience were busy watching the 4 campions using different methods to swim underwater Krum used partial transfiguration and cut his way through any being standing in his way, he rescued Granger first in record time. Diggory used a bubble head and managed to get past some vicious squids, and magical gellygish (all the muggelborns were deeply disturbed to discover.) to get Cho his girlfriend to safety. Delacour went in with Potter both using scuba dive equipment while gossiping on the incompetence of the organizers not even bothering to make sure that as part Veela she wouldn’t unintentionally break the fragile peace between the mere colony, and Veela. They went in to great length talking about Lord Black uproaching her and the mere chiefstain to insure the safety of the competitors. Safe to say that when she found her 12 year old sister as a hostage knowing the organizers never bothered to ensure she would make it out of there alive the wrath of a Veela was sensed.

As they were carefully sweeming back as to not endanger the 12 year old part Veela, Delacour went in to great detail what she would do to the deranged beast that dared do this to her little sister. Many people cringed at the detailed description of the carving she elaborated of. It didn’t help that Potter added his 2 cents by suggesting different methods used to carve a turkey. By the time the arrived with their hostages to the surface a raging Veela stormed the organizers while Potter was hanging out with the hostages drinking hot cocoa, and for some reason eating popcorn. It was a good show. Safe to say the French gov’t and the Delacour family were not pleased, and Solictor got evolved. Dumbeldore and the other 2 headmasters were in deep water for the madness they allowed.

On a random note Lord Black was busy hosting dinner the next night with the Tonks, the Malfoys, and his Nephew Regulus. As much as he hates that sort of nonsense, he loves watching Lucy squirm. This odd combination atendies of dinner parties was the result of Narcissa overhearing Regulus talk to Hermione about the difference between the pragnancy potion magicals use, to the muggle solution of IVF. That was when she politely interrogated miss Granger as to what she knew about the muggle option, and Harmione did the wise thing of calling her mother and healer Flint in to the mix. Why the conversation started Sirius is to afaraid to ask, but either way both Narcissa and Andromeda are expecting a child in over 6 months and he couldn’t be happier. Though a little singed from their temper.

Lucy, and Ted were very confused by being able to commiserate with one another over pregnanet Black sisters, Dora, and Draco were confused but welcomed the development. Though Draco had a really hard time with the fact that the Grangers were family friends now. Regulus decided he wants to be able to be able to be there for his cousins so he started working on a new identity as being Regulus Black the VI, son of the late death eater and a Russian witch that the late Walburga helped hide. Having Narcissa coaporate claimng she was bound by Black family magics didn’t hurt. Him being hidden his entire life laso explained his reclusive tendencies, and allowed him to strat working as the researcher he always wanted to be. He did have to go through some permanent transfiguration to have certain physical similarities to his ‘mother’ Katya. But none of them complained about the quick introduction of the nephew to the rest of the family. Easpcially since both Black sisters were in the know and were so relived to finally have him in the open.

Things at Hogwarts were not really settling after the 2nd task, many of the students were side eyeing the staff planning to transfer first chance they get, it didn’t help that the students from the other schools were helping them look in to information better. By the time the end of the year madness occurred the majority of Britain were in a panic by the knowledge that many of the children want to leave, and it is due to the incompetence of the adults. Many articals quoted various children from different houses, blood-status, and magical affiliation of just how terribly they were failed by the generations come before due to their own ego, and corruption. It got to the point that the ICW educational devision was getting more activly involved since they were flooded by overwhelming messes of letters demanding they start doing their jobs and actually do something about Hogwarts staff. (Ron, Neville, and Luna were very proud of the madness they might have causd, not that anyone can prove it.)

By the time the tired task arrived no one was happy, but everyone really wanted to get that shit show over with. It didn’t help that as soon as the task started something was thrown at Potter and his screen went black. The other competitors continued not knowing what was going on but it was clear that something happened to Potter, considering his Crystal was broken. 4 hours later Delacour was declared the victor, but everyone were trying to figure out where is Potter. It was only half an hour later a deer Patrounus reached Madam Bones, and Lord Black informing them ‘not sure where I am but it’s a grave yard, there are 3 DE that kidnapped me, and an ugly looking baby that cussing me out. They tried to resurrect Lord Daddy issues but thankfully they are currently subdued. Please send help, I don’t think a 14 year old should deal with this shit.’

Safe to say madnes erupted. It took a while but Bones and the unspeakables managed to find Potter and as he claimed there were 3 DE, an ugly looking baby possessed by the spirit of the dark lord, and the remains of the dark lords familiar. No one is really sure what happened that night, but it was uncovered that the dark lord’s shade survived and was using the Carrow siblings and the supposed to be in Azkaban Petigrew to have a real body again. Heir Potter, and Lord Black quietly retired home, and had Dobby collect all of Heir Potter’s belongings, and discreetly pass a note to his friends telling them not to worry, for now keep going.

The wixen world was on fire, with Skeeter feeding the flames, going in to great detail of showing quote by the great Albus Dumbeldore and the minister’s reassurance that they had things at hand. If a group of Gryffindor were feeding information to various comedies in both the ICW, and the ministry about certain personal there was no way to point it back to them. The educational comity ended up taking over the school, and provided the DMLE with evidence to place headmaster Dumbledore on trail for child endangerment due to the status of the near collapsed wards.

Meanwhile Regulus, Narssica, and Andy were rounding all the remaining true death eaters, and making sure there are tightly bound to the new direction in the magical world. In truth Andy and Narssica had a lot of rage accumulated and the pregnancy was only making things worse. Regulus was sent with them to make sure they don’t do anything to straining for the babies since he is the only one in the know they seem to like.

Meanwhile Harry and Sirius were in Potter Keep, Sirius was busy preparing for certain laws and comitties to face the downfall that would come, and Harry was studying for his OWL’s. He is planning on taking them in the ICW and transfer to home schooling.

By June 25th the British wixen world was starting to calm form the chaos of Hogwarts, and the 3 Blacks finished their rounds getting the Dark contingency in the Wizangamot under control just in time for the realese of Rita Skiters Biography of Albus Dumbledore, only for less than 3 months later followed by Tom Riddle. Safe to say that Potter’s emancipation, and withdrawal from Hogwarts was a quiet unnoticeable event