Chapter 2
Chapter 2:
By 3 am Dobby had popped back with a grin on his face and several keys in his left hand, and a sheaf of papers in his right. Handing everything over.
Xarry pocketed the keys into a Dimensional Space (D. Space) and skimmed through the papers, which showed what was done with each key.
Several quarterly withdrawals were done in various people’s names. So, he told Dobby to get a copy of the latest statement on any accounts of his that he could and arrange with the manager to pick them up directly from now on.
Dobby popped out. And Xarry placed the proof of theft in his D. Space. And thought about just what he should do about Sirius and Wormtail before Dobby came back. Going through everything he knew in both the books and movies, and totally ignoring the fanon.
So, when Dobby popped back in, he had new orders for him, and off he popped once again. With the time being now almost 6 am.
He undid the spells on his bed and got up to finish getting dressed and head to breakfast, knowing Ron was not going to be happy when figured out his rat had died on him.
But not his circus and no longer his clown to worry about. So, he shrugged, at least the rest of the Des in the prison would also be dead, and packed the book bag with the things he needed for the morning till lunch and headed off. He was sure he wanted front row seating for the show this morning.
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The few out that morning he ran across so early in the morning were all talking about the sudden loss of points from the Lions and wondering what happened. He happened to be watching the point glasses when the Gryff points went down to zero, to the shock of everyone there who noticed. And he knew Snape now thought the twins were at fault for what happened to his charges. He just wandered off to the Hall for food.
Halfway through his breakfast the room started to fill with all but the Slytherins, Snape, and McGonagall. And as soon as everyone else was in place, the twins were marched out by Filch yelling that “Now they’d done it! He’d get his chance with the chains for sure!” Thus, everyone realizing that whatever happened they were at fault. Oliver Wood was pulling his hair out over the thought that the twins might not be able to play the upcoming game and was calling out to the rest of the team that there would be a team meeting after dinner.
Xarry ignored him. “Suffer Victim,” as quoted from a book he’d read long ago.
Dumbledore called out that Potion’s classes were canceled that day due to an emergency, and assignments were on Snape’s door. To the mass cheering throughout the hall.
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That afternoon, after classes, Xarry was finishing up on his first draft of the homework assigned for the day and so far, that week, when Ron plopped next to him and slammed his chess board down on his work. “Play chess with me! I’ll even spot you a few pieces.” He looked smug.
He picked up the board and placed it in Ron’s lap with a firm “No.” and straightened his work to take to the library to finish. “You will PLAY WITH ME!”
Xarry looked him straight in the eye and in the now quiet room, told him he wasn’t his type. And he preferred girls to play with thank you very much. Ron had two hands so to go and play with himself.
Hermione spit taked her drink while the older students cracked up as Ron fled.
He got to finish his homework to the laughter of the room and the scolding from Hermione.
After dinner Oliver came to where he was reading quietly by the fireplace and grabbed him by the shoulder, yelling he had a team meeting. Xarry stilled, the room started to gain a chilly feeling as Power flowed from him outwards. “Remove your hand from my body, or I WILL remove it permanently.” He said quietly but was still heard throughout the common room. Oliver immediately removed his hand and stammered out an apology, while the Primal slowly got up out of the chair. Moving with grace, (s)he stood and though shorter by a foot against Oliver, (s)he still seemed to loom over him. “And you thought it was proper for a fifteen-year-old to lay hands in anger on an eleven-year-old why?”
Oliver suddenly got glared at by everyone else in the room at the reminder that, yes, Harry was eleven and that, yes, he was fifteen.
The seventh-year male prefect came and paid his arm around Oliver, and in a tone that would be taken very seriously, “Let us talk Wood.” And led him away.
Xarry pulled the Primal back and nodded that that was taken care of and sat back down.
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It was late at night, and Xarry had Dobby on his bed again, it was time to go sneaky, sneaky, to Dobby’s old residence and get the Diary his old master’s master gave over for safe keeping. And take that to the Department of Mysteries (DoM) in the Ministry basement and toss it through the veil. Then go back to the house and do the same with anything else his old master’s master gave over.
Then make a note of where all the bad things were hidden by his old master, not in Gringotts but everywhere else, and drop that note off to Mr. Weasley to take care of. Then come back to him.
He revised while waiting for Dobby to return. This would take care of the second-year mess. And when Dobby returned, he would finish off this year’s mess.