History Undone

Harry found himself gobsmacked when the car came to a stop outside an elegant three-story manor. The Dursley’s would jump at the chance to even be allowed to sleep in a home like this. There was a small fountain of a man and a woman holding what appeared to be replicas of the stick Iris used to clean the bandage around his leg and car of their blood stains. After asking about this Iris told him they were representations of the first witch and wizard in the Greengrass family, and the ‘stick’ she had been using was a wand. The deep green shrubs that lead to the front door seemed to glow a little, and Harry could swear he saw something move within the shrubs that were too big to be fireflies.

Once inside Harry saw a group of people gathered around a table. Two girls were off in a corner talking about someone called Malfoy and muggles. The older one had black hair and violet eyes. The younger one had sandy blonde hair and grey eyes. A raven-haired woman was talking with a brown hair girl about animals for some reason or another. The last two adults were fussing over the cleanliness of the table. The man had brown hair and grey eyes, while the woman had brown hair and brown eyes.

A sudden popping sound next Iris made Harry jump a little. When he looked over at his godmother Harry saw this creature “Does mistress wish Tatters to assist Lord Greengrass in helping Lord Potter to the table?” the creature asked Iris.

“No Tatters thank you for asking though.” Iris looked at Harry and smiled at his puzzled expression. “Harry meet our family house elf Tatters.”

The elf bowed to Harry. “It is good to see you once again Lord Potter.”

“It’s nice to meet you Tatters.” Harry extended his hand, but the elf stared at him confused.

“It is okay to shake his hand, Tatters.” Iris said this with a smile growing across her face.

Tatters shook Harry’s hand briefly before disappearing in a puff of smoke. Harry looked at Iris who just kept smiling at him.

“Come on Harry this way.” Jacob said gesturing towards the table.

The three of them walked over to the table. Iris helped him get onto the table even though he said he didn’t need the help. Once on the table the other man in the room took out his wand and started waving it over his leg. The light coming off the tip of the wand changed periodically from green to blue to red. This broad smile crossed his face. He looked at Harry and just shook his head.

“Is something wrong sir?” At this moment Harry thought he had done something wrong. Maybe his leg wasn’t injured enough, or perhaps completely fixed, and this upset the man.

“Nothing is wrong Harry.” Iris patted him on the shoulder. “Well how bad is it Jack?”

“He is now perfectly healed.” Harry’s green eyes went wide. “Oh don’t worry about it young man. With witches and wizards your age this is perfectly normal.”

The word ‘normal’, and the tone in which it was said made him smile. Normal, was he normal? He hoped so. He looked around the room. Everyone seemed happy that his leg had healed itself. A few hours ago this would have been seen as ‘freakish’ behavior and he would have been locked in his cupboard for rest of the weekend. He looked back at the man who was once again casting more spells in his direction.

“Is something wrong sir?”

“Nothing is wrong Harry.” The man looked over at him with a smile on his face. “And you don’t have to call me sir. Mr Granger or Jack will do just fine.” The man messed up his hair. “Has anyone ever told you that you look like your father?” Harry shook his head in the negative. “What a shame. Well, your eyes are Lily’s that is for sure, but you have your father’s hair and facial features.”

“I do?” Harry asked.

“Yes, you do. I have a question, Harry.” The man’s face took on a serious look. “Did they starve you?”

Harry looked around the room and an older woman in the room was looking at him as if she already knew the answer. “They didn’t feed me much sir.”

“Well, it shows.” He patted Harry on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, we’ll have you feeling better in no time, and with any luck you will turn out to be a great man just like your father.”

“If by great you mean ‘prankster extraordinar’ then you are correct.” Iris looked crest fallen for a moment.

“Iris what’s wrong?” Jack asked.

“Nothing I was thinking of my male counterpart.” Harry was looking between the two adults. Jack looked disappointed, but Iris looked angry.

“Iris, we have told you a thousand times. He said he did it and Dumbledore….”

“Dumbledore also told us Harry was as safe as any normal child.” Iris huffed. “I don’t think I can trust a word that man says now, and besides Barty Crouch’s own son was a convicted Death Eater, so how do we know he is not trying to save his own skin?”

Jacob cut in at this point. “Iris not in front of the children, please?” He looked over at the three girls. “Girls do you think you can help Harry to the dining hall.”

“Dining hall?” Harry asked.

“Of course, Harry, we spent most of the evening preparing for your and another person’s arrival. So, like you we have not eaten yet. And don’t worry Harry; you can have all the food you want.”

“But I don’t want to look like Dudley.” Harry said looking at the ground.

The adults laughed. Iris patted him on the shoulder. “I don’t blame you Harry I wouldn’t want to look like that filthy pig either.”

“I always thought he looked more like a beached whale.” Harry said in a low voice.

It seems as though Jacob heard him. “I think your right on that one Harry. Now go on all of you.”

“Yes sir.” All four of them responded as one.

A raven-haired girl walked up to the table with her hand held out. “Hi Harry, I’m Daphne, and this is Hermione and my sister Astoria, or Ria for short.” She gestured to the bushy haired brunette, and the younger blonde respectively.

Harry shook Daphne’s hand “Pleasure to meet you all.”

Daphne moved to his right and Hermione moved to his left. They waited to see if he could stand on his own. After making sure he wouldn’t fall Harry began walking slowly. The small girl started walking in front of them. As they walked down the hallway she would be pointing to pictures, statues, and pottery explaining their importance and history. Harry found the ‘grand tour’ to be humorous, but the two girls at his side just rolled their eyes. As they entered the dining hall Harry’s jaw fell open. The room could fit three of the Dursley’s kitchen and eating area combined. The long mahogany table and chairs were a stark cry from what the Dursleys had. The finery continued in the cutlery and other eating utensils set out before him. He could hear some giggling off to his left and right. He looked at both girls and found them covering their mouths.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Nothing Harry, it’s just that with your mouth held open like that it makes you look goofy.” Hermione said.

“I do?”

“Yes, but don’t worry you don’t look too goofy Harry.” Daphne said with a smile. “Why the funny look though?”

“My relatives don’t have anything like this.” He gestured to the dining table.

“Was it at least decent?” Hermione asked.

“They had good table and chairs; they were just small compared to this.”

“With a walrus and a whale as relatives I’m surprised you didn’t have a buffet table as a dining table.” Harry laughed at this. He was slightly troubled that Hermione said this in a cold tone of voice.

“Hermione,” Daphne said sternly. “…be nice.”

“It was kind of funny.” Harry said quietly.

“That it was.” Ria said as she sat down in a chair near the middle of the table.

Daphne and Hermione looked at one another, and with a simple nod from Daphne Hermione asked “So do you know any spells?”

Daphne motioned towards the table as she and Hermione walk along its left side. Harry sat across from Daphne.

“Not really, why do you ask?” Harry looked at the two sitting across from him.

“Well, there is something that the two of us,” Hermione gestured to herself and Daphne, “…have been studying. It is a bit of magic called Animagus, and we have been studying it for the past month.”

Harry looked at the two of them a little confused. “Why?”

“Partially to prove that the Ministry can’t detect all Underage Wizardry, and second because people say it is difficult to do, but I beg to differ.” The smile that crawled across Daphne’s face was almost predatory.

Harry’s interest was piqued at this point. “How does this spell work?”

“It’s more than a spell Harry.” Ria said as she sipped on her drink. “It involves potions, spell work, and mental focus. All of which are difficult for Daphne.” Daphne stuck her tongue out at her little sister.

Harry looked between the three of them. Daphne clarified her sister’s statements. “There are advanced transfiguration, turning something into something else, and advanced potions.” Harry nodded at this. “You also have to focus on the things that make you ‘you’. Focus on who you are as a person, and let your inner animal come out.”

“That sounds weird.” Harry said this with a tinge of hesitation in his voice.

“We were skeptical about this as well Harry, but trust me it works.” Hermione said with a mischievous grin on her face.

Harry nodded and closed his eyes. He thought about his life up to this point. How he reacted to things, and how he felt around people. Try as he might he could not get thoughts of the Dursleys to leave his mind. The more he tried to push them out of his mind the more they kept crawling back into his thoughts. He did not want thoughts of them to ruin the joy he was feeling at this moment. As his frustration-built Harry could hear a growling sound. It took him a few minutes to push past the Dursleys, and focus on the sound. When his mind was clear of thoughts about the Dursleys something moved across his field of vision. The sound that followed that made Harry jump just a little. He found himself staring at a pair of yellow glowing eyes, and he could hear something howling off in the distance.

Harry’s eyes shot open. All Hermione could do was smile at the stunned expression on his face. “So, what did you see?”

Harry looked perplexed for a minute then it dawned on him that they must have seen stuff as well. “I saw fur, yellow eyes, and I heard howling off in the distance.”

“Sounds like a dog of some kind.” Daphne said.

“It must be, but it will take time to figure out what kind of dog.” Hermione said.

“You guys forgot to tell him what the professor told you.” Ria said with a smile on her face.

“What was that?” Harry asked.

“That it would take us four years at present to learn how to turn into our animal form simply because we did not know enough about transfiguration.”  Hermione said with this know-it-all tone of voice. “But I wager that if we work together, we can cut that time down to three and a half years.”

“That’s if we’re lucky.” Daphne corrected.

“True.”  Hermione said in a confidant tone of voice.

Iris was glaring at her husband and Jack at the moment. This was an argument that the three had gotten into countless times over the years, and like Andromeda she did not think Sirius was guilty. The man was just thrown in Azkaban, and not a week later Barty’s son was proven to be a Death Eater. This only added to her doubts about Sirius’ guilt. Of course there was one way to prove this false or true, and now that the world would know what happened to Harry they would want to know about his parents last wishes, and their will told who they had chosen as the secret keeper.

Jacob’s voice pulled her out of her little bit of mental exile. “Iris what are you thinking about?”

“The will, and before you two say anything this is for Harry not me.” Iris crossed her arms and began tapping her foot. “I would rather he know that the man in Azkaban for the betrayal of his parents is the right man.”

“Iris this is insanity.” Jacob said quietly.

“No. Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results, and no one has ever put him on trial!” Iris screamed.

“There are times I am glad the dining hall is a way off.” Jacob said.

“Say what you want Jacob. I actually agree with her this time.” Isabella Granger said with a pensive look on her face. “I am willing to put forth that the will be read, and if it reveals anyone else but Sirius as the secret keeper then Barty’s arse is in a sling.”

“To be thrown?” Iris asked.

“Iris!” the other adults yelled.

“What if he is innocent then Crouch was just trying to save his son’s arse.” Iris just shrugged.

“This may be true, but I still have to go check on Pansy to make sure she is all right, and ready to head over here.” Isabella said as she walked over to the floo. “I will be back in a few minutes, Granger Grotto!”

“Who is Pansy?” Minerva asked as they walked towards the dining hall.

“She is a young muggle-born witch that will be staying with us. I encountered her while working at my dental practice. She had a busted lip, chipped tooth, and fractured jaw that her father said was the result of horse play with friends. He went round the twist however when she levitated a glass of water to her hand. This caused me to look into things a little more, and I didn’t like what I found.”

Iris looked back at her former house mate with a look of stunned amazement on her face. “Did you call the authorities on the man?”

“He is a bobby Iris, and would probably get away with it like he has done before.” The anger he felt towards the man was evident on his face.

“Jack Markov Granger did you at least explain to the girl what was going on?” Professor McGonagall scolded him as if he were a misbehaving first year.

“After we broke in, and subdued the man we did.” Jack smiled at the memory.

“Jack!” Iris hands went to her mouth.

“It was either that or listen to the young lady get punched.” Iris shivered at the thought.

“Anyway we obliviated his knowledge of even having a daughter, and brought her over to our estate. Isabella’s sister is going to claim her as her daughter.”

“Isn’t her sister dying?” Iris asked.

“Yes, but since she has lived in the States for the last eighteen years few questions will be asked about her father.” Jack looked a little crestfallen that he had to break the law to protect a child.

“How did you get him away from the girl, and what’s her name?” Minerva asked a little worried what one of her best students might have done.

“I hit him with the bone breaking curse, and Jack hit the man with a stunner.” Jacob said with a smile. Iris hit him over the shoulder. “Hey it’s not like I aimed for his head.”

“Her name is Pansy Parkinson...”

The sound of a hand banging against a table brought the adults attention to the kids at the table. Harry’s eyes were wide open, both his hands were on either side of his plate and silverware, and the look on his face was a mixture of panic, shock, and wonderment. Looking over at her daughter and Hermione Iris could see mischievous grins on the girls face, and all she could do was groan at what the girls were probably teaching him. She looked over at McGonagall to find that the professor was shaking her head back and forth.

Jacob gestured for them to be silent. Astoria was giggling like crazy looking at them watching her sister and her friend, instruct Harry on ‘illegal’ underage magic. Personally Iris didn’t have a problem with the girls learning to be animagi as long as the registered their forms with the Ministry, but Harry may need a way to get away from people like Malfoy so maybe he shouldn’t register his. Was this a double standard? Yes, but she had her reasons. Her daughter and Hermione did not need these forms to be as good as James and Sirius. They would be able to prank people just fine without that technique.

Jacob cleared his throat to get the kids attention. The look of shock on Daphne’s face was priceless.

“I thought we told you that becoming an animagus is dangerous girls?” Jack said trying to look as authoritative as possible, but failing miserably.

“You did Daddy, but we understand that it will take us four years to achieve it anyway so…” Hermione began.

“Ms Granger, I thought I made that perfectly clear that doing this is dangerous?” Minerva said with crossed arms.

“You did Professor McGonagall, but I think if we try really hard at learning the required courses we can do it, and who knows maybe we will be off doing more reasonable things.” Daphne finished with an ‘I’m too sweet to lie to you’ smile on her face.

“Daphne dear you and Hermione can oft be too smart for your own good.” Iris said with a smile.

“This coming from a Ravenclaw,” Jack said with a smile on his face.

The laughter at the inside joke hurt just a little as Iris looked at Harry’s confused expression. He probably felt like a fish out of water at the moment. Iris thought about her friend, and the joy the woman could bring. She knew that Harry would have been told none of this, and she planned to rectify that starting right now.

“Harry what did your relatives tell you about James and Lilly?” Iris asked.

Granger Estate

Guest bedroom

Pansy was looking at herself in the mirror. She was astonished at how quickly that bruise healed after Isabella put that paste on her face and arms. It had been a month since she had gone to Dr Granger’s dental clinic, and she wondered what might have happened to her tonight if he had not shown up when he did. She took one last look in the mirror the black eye was down considerably, and her cheek had no visible signs of having been the focal point of her father’s rage.

She was still having a hard time wrapping her mind around the fact that she was a witch, and that Dr Granger and his wife could do stuff like what she saw this evening. She had been praying and screaming for her father to stop hitting her when she heard a door slam violently against the wall. She was expecting Bobbies to yank her father off of her, but when she heard her father scream in agony, she looked towards the entrance of the house to see Dr Granger, another man, and Mrs Granger glaring at her father. Her father stood there looking at the new comers for a minute, and when Dr Granger told him to back away from her, he clenched his fist and said no. What happened next made her heart skip a beat. Her father charged them but Dr Granger flicked his wrist and a beam of red light shot off the end of a stick he held in his hand, and her father crumpled to the floor. At first Pansy thought they were going to hurt her, but that thought faded as Dr Granger started treating her wounds with a few flicks of the stick in his hand. He then told her something that blew her mind: she was a witch, and they were here to save her.

She at first didn’t believe him, and who would, but when he brought up what she had done in his office she began to think of what had precipitated the beating. She was fixing her diner as per usual when she dropped a plate, and before her father could shove her face in the broken shards of plaster the plate fixed itself. Of course, when she told them what happened both men kicked her father in the ribs, and Dr Granger waved his wand one final time. This time it was aimed at the back of her father’s head.

A knock at the door snapped her out of her thoughts.

“Who is it?” Pansy asked.

“It’s Isabella Pansy. May I come in?” the kind voice on the other side of the door made her sigh with relief.

“Yes ma’am.” Pansy took one last look in the mirror at the new clothes she had been given and smiled at what she saw. It was defiantly better than the cheap stuff her father bought. The tee-shirt and slacks combo she was wearing did lean a little to the tomboyish side of things but she didn’t care; it beat the second-hand garbage her father bought.

“Those look better on you than they do on Hermione. She has never been able to pull off the tomboy look that well.” The smile on Mrs Granger’s face was warm and welcoming.

“Thank you, Misses Granger, but I am sure Hermione looks just fine in them.”

“She does but you pull off the look is all I am saying.” Isabella walked over to the bed and sat down. “I just wanted to see if you had any more questions before we head over to the Greengrass’?”

“Am I really a witch?” the question rolled off her tongue before she could stop it.

“Yes, you are. I thought we cleared this up?” The smile on her face was a genuine kind hearted smile.

“Well, I just can’t see myself as a witch. Is there any way to prove this?” She asked.

“I can think of one.” She withdrew her wand. “Here while this may not be your wand it should work for this.” Isabella handed Pansy her wand. “What I want you to do is this: make a single looping motion, and say the word ‘Lumos.’ And while doing this envision a light on the tip of the wand.”

Pansy watched the motion and mimicked it a few times. Once she was certain about the motion she began focusing on the word and the ‘effect’ it was supposed to cause. Once she was certain that she had both parts down she gave it a try “Lumos!”

At once a small orb of light no bigger than a Christmas tree light appeared on the end of the wand. Her initial reaction was to drop the wand, but she grabbed it before it could hit the bed. She quickly checked all parts of the small wooden object for any buttons or small switches that could explain this light’s appearance. No part of the dragon pattern on the handle moved nor fell inward as her fingers pressed against its design, and the rest of the wand was as smooth as silk. Pansy looked back at Mrs Granger who was smiling like crazy.

“Do you believe me now?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Okay now let’s go everyone is waiting on us.” Isabella led her out into the den where the fireplace held a gentle cozy fire. She reached into a miniature cauldron on the mantel and threw some kind of powder into the fireplace where the fire quickly turned green. The older woman looked pensive for a few moments before she turned back to Pansy. “This may sound weird but this fireplace is used as a method of travel. It is called the Floo Network, and it connects this fireplace with hundreds of others throughout England.”

“How is that possible?” Pansy asked.

“It is a little beyond my understanding. I think it has to do with runic magic and some kind of enchantments, but the powder is what makes it all work. One moment and I will demonstrate this. Kyte come here for a moment.” A second later the small creature that she had been introduced upon arriving at this place popped into existence once more. “Could you tell Jack to come here through the floo for a moment?”

The small creature bowed and disappeared within seconds. Pansy stood there transfixed looking at the fireplace expecting some kind of grand explosion to occur at any moment. Instead, she stood there for about five minutes watching the flames gently reaching into the air before they flared up for a moment and Dr Granger came stepping out of the fireplace. He looked a little worried, but when he saw the two of them standing there he broke into a smile.

“What seems to be the problem girls?” Dr Granger asked.

“Nothing Jack I was just wanting to show Pansy here how the Floo Network functioned.” She looked over at Pansy and smiled. “So, what do you think?”

“It looks cool, but is it safe?”

“Very safe Pansy the flames don’t actually burn. You can feel a movement but that is it. By the way how are you feeling?” Dr Granger’s voice carried this concerned tone something she was not used to hearing coming from a man.

“Much better now thank you Dr Granger, and if there is anything I can do…”

Jack held up his hand. “You don’t have to do anything Pansy, and please it’s just Jack, Mr Granger, or even Hey-you which ever you feel comfortable with. Okay?” Pansy shook her head in agreement. “Now what you need to do is take a pinch of this powder, throw it into the fire, and once it goes green you can step into the fire. Before doing so say your intended destination. Are you with me so far?”

“Yes sir.” Pansy looked at the glittering green powder in the small cauldron.

“Okay one last thing you should know is that you should keep your elbows close to your body as they will run into other fireplaces if you don’t. Okay now just do what I do if any of that confused you.” Mr Granger took a pinch of the glittering green powder and as he stepped into the fire he said “Greengrass Glade!” In a flash of fire, he disappeared.

“Your turn Pansy, and remember speak clearly: Greengrass Glade, and if you don’t see Jack when you exit call for Kyte he will come get you. Do you understand?”

“Yes ma’am.” Pansy took a pinch of powder and tossed it into the fire. She took a calming breath before saying “Greengrass Glade!”

Pansy now knew what it felt like to get sucked through a straw. She could see multiple fireplaces whizzing past her. The sensation was almost sickening. She could not make out anything past the fireplaces, but given the time of day she was sure that nothing was going on. Just as she thought this would never end the sensation stopped and she felt herself stumble forward. A hand was placed on her shoulder before she fell to the floor. Pansy looked up to see Mr Granger’s smiling back at her, and a moment later Mrs Granger joined them.

“Come on the others are waiting on us.” Isabella said with a smile.

“And then your father and his friends made a mad dash out of the class room. Needless to say, they served detention for a week because of that one.” Harry couldn’t stop himself from laughing at the story Professor McGonagall was telling them.

“How long did your hair stay pink?” Daphne had to wipe tears out of her eyes she was laughing so hard.

“About a week Ms Greengrass and I am telling all of you right now if it happens again, you will be in detention for a month. Am I clear on that?”

“Yes ma’am.” The stern look she was giving all of them made the children of the group shiver just a little bit.

The sounds of foot traffic across the marble floor brought everyone’s attention to the entryway. There standing beside Mr and Mrs Granger was a raven-haired girl with a thin build, midnight black hair, and a slightly pugish face. She was looking around the room at the people gathered around the table.  She took the seat next to Jack who was seated two seats down on Harry’s left side. Harry looked back at Iris to ask when the food would be ready when all of a sudden, the plates in the middle of the table were filled with food.

Conversation was in abundance and the food was to die for. The kids talked about school while the adults discussed things Harry could barely comprehend. Something about a Wizengamot and laws needing to be passed to prevent what happened to him and Pansy. Ria had brought up a place called Diagon Alley, and to Harry it sounded like the magical equivalent of a shopping mall. The other girls started asking about wands and cauldrons. The adult’s answer was ‘we’ll see.’

After a while Harry started to yawn, and he wasn’t the only one. The girls all looked incredibly tired, and Ria looked like she had fallen asleep sitting up. Jacob got up and tapped her on the shoulder which seemed to wake her.

“Well looks like you guys need to be off to bed.” Jacob said with a smile.

“But I can stay up another hour.” Ria protested.

“Sure, you can sweet heart. Now off to bed with you.” Jacob said with a smile. “Come on Harry, I will show you to your room.”

Harry followed Jacob up the stairs, and down a hallway with even more pictures. The girls went into two separate rooms (Daphne and Hermione almost dragged Pansy into their room). Harry was led to a room just past Ria’s bedroom. The mahogany bed and the comforter and the drapes on the bed were midnight black in colour. Jacob said that they could change the drapes and comforter to whatever Harry liked later.  As Harry made ready for bed, he just hoped that he would not wake back up in the cupboard tomorrow finding out that this had all been a dream.

Iris awoke like usual to the smell of sausage and bacon being cooked. The popping sound of Tatters apparating into the room caused her a little concern as she had never come to wake her up in years unless something was wrong with the girls. She was told that there was a problem in the kitchen, but that was impossible there was nothing in the kitchen that Tatters could not fix.

Iris through on her night robe over her nightgown, and walked to the kitchen. When she arrived, she found Harry in front of the oven tending to the bacon. A plate of sausages had already been set aside. She looked over to the other side of the kitchen to see Tatters tending to the biscuits. Iris walked up to Harry and put her hand on his shoulder. He jumped a little at the contact.

“I’m sorry Mrs Greengrass did I do something wrong?” He asked a little shakily.

“No, you did nothing wrong Harry.” She smiled at him. “I am just wondering why you are doing this.”

 “It’s what I normally do. Of course, I have to be let out of the cupboard first.” He was looking at the ground at this point.

“Harry look at me.” Iris gently lifted his head so he was looking at her. “I appreciate what you have done, but it is mine or Tatters job to cook around here. It is dangerous for a child to do the cooking on their own.”

“But I did it at Aunt Petunia’s house.” Harry’s eyes were wide at this point.

“That’s because Petunia hated your mother and by extension you.” Harry’s eyes got a little wider. “Don’t worry Harry you will not have to go back there ever again.”

“Really?” he asked.

“Really, now go in the dining room and take a seat I think the others will be getting up soon.” Iris said with a smile on her face.

“Yes ma’am.” Harry ran off to the dining hall.

“He was in no danger madam Greengrass.”

“I know Tatters, but I want him to be a child not a servant.” She looked over at the elf. “Our offer still stands if you don’t want to do this, we will…”

“No madam!” Tatters said emphatically. “I will continue serving this family as I have done for years.” Tatters crossed her arms and stood proud.

“Of course, now I am going to wake Sir-snores-a-lot.” She smiled as Tatters shook her head in mock disbelief. She turned to Tatters. “If he does this again just make sure he doesn’t hurt himself.”

“Yes mistress.” Tatters bowed.

Iris walked back upstairs past Daphne, Hermione, and Pansy. Ria was not far behind them, and given the condition of her hair it looked like Daphne had gotten her revenge for the toothpaste prank pulled on her yesterday. Iris wanted to stop this, but knew the more she tried the more the kids would do it. Ah being a rebellious youth how she missed it.

As she got closer to the master bedroom, she could hear the grinding that was her husband’s breathing. She conjured a ball of water over his head and let it fall. Jacob shot up at once looking around the room. When his eyes fell on Iris, he just raised an eyebrow.

“Isabella said that she was going to try and get James and Lilly’s wills read today, and if she gets it you need to be up and ready to go.” Iris just glared right back at her husband.

“But today is Saturday.” Jacob protested.

Iris let out a long sigh. “It is either this or nothing special for tonight.” This caused her husband to smile broadly, and jump out of bed and make a mad dash for the shower. “Men are so predictable.” Iris said with a smile gracing her face.

When she got back down in the dining room, she found Tracey had snuck over here for breakfast, and given Specters complaining Tracey’s mother Joan was wondering where she was. After telling Specters that it was okay and for Joan and Michael to come by later the elf popped out of sight.

“Mum, are we getting wands today?” Daphne asked with a smile plastered across her face.

Iris looked at her daughter for a moment. “And what would give you that idea Daphne?”

“Well, we are going to Diagon Alley to buy Harry and Pansy robes and what not, and clearly the two of them are very curious about magic. It would only stand to reason that we would be picking up their wands today.”

Iris closed her eyes. “If you weren’t so cunning, I would say you would be in Ravenclaw when you get sorted next September.”

“Sorted?” Harry asked.

“At Hogwarts the school you all will be going to next year you will all be sorted into one of four houses: Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, and Gryffindor. And no Daphne; Hermione; Tracey; and Ria you will not be getting your wands today.” All four girls snapped their fingers.

The rest of breakfast flowed smoothly with the magically raised kids and Iris informing Harry and Pansy on what they could expect in Diagon Alley. Iris assured Harry that the Dursley’s wouldn’t be anywhere near Diagon Alley, and even the muggle stores they were going to pass by would be kilometres away from Little Whinging. The smile on Harry’s face upon hearing this was heartwarming.

As promised Isabella had gotten an emergency session of the Wizengamot in order to deal with James and Lily’s wills. Jacob said he would push for the full reading to be done later in the day so that they could get all the shopping done. Once the kids were done eating Iris had them get ready to go shopping.

Jacob was sitting in Courtroom Ten listening to Albus try to defend the reason he had sealed the Potter’s wills, and place Harry with those… beasts. As it stood Madam Bones was relentless in questioning on the placement issue having seen where the Dursley’s had been letting Harry sleep. When the Wizengamot was shown a memory from Amelia, Jacob, and Albus the court erupted in shouts of outrage. When asked if he even checked on Harry Albus said that he had a squib looking out for Harry’s wellbeing next door, but wanted him to have a happy normal childhood that wasn’t tainted by the stories of the boy-who-lived. This only added fuel to the fire.

“So, you are telling me that NO ONE even went into the house to make sure his LIVING quarters were adequate?!” Amelia yelled.

“I can assure you Madam Bones that my intentions…” Albus was cut off by Isabella.

“…are about as crazy as Bellatrix Lestrange.” Isabella growled.

“ISABELLA!” Alice Longbottom screamed.

“Sorry Lady Longbottom, but he sounds that crazy at this moment.” Isabella hung her head low. You could barely hear her over the commotion the comment caused.

Fudge was banging his gavel several times before order was restored. “Ladies and Gentlemen there is no need for this commotion.” There were a few murmurs as he said this. “Now Lady Granger what is it you think will be accomplished by doing this?”

Isabella cleared her throat. “I am hoping to bring to light the Potter’s real intentions should their son be made an orphan, and to confirm what this court has failed to do about Sirius Black.” This caused an even bigger shite storm. There were those calling for Isabella to be examined by a Mediwizard, some were calling for her to be replaced by her husband, and yet others agreeing with her. Once everyone calmed down Isabella continued. “I find it funny Mr Malfoy that you dare stand in the way of this since Lord Black may have been Imperioused just like yourself, and him being in Azkaban is the only reason you are even allowed to sit in this chamber.”

“How dare you!” Lucius screamed.

Isabella continued as if Lucius didn’t even exist. “In short Ladies and Gentlemen of the Wizengamot this is not for our benefit, but for Harry James Potter a boy who lost his parents, and his childhood on that night in October of 1981.” There were quiet murmurs heard in the court again. “I ask that you consider this when voting on this matter: what if it was your child? Would you not want your final wishes to be heard, and not determined by the Chief Warlock or Witch of the day?”

The entire courtroom was silent. Jacob looked over at Lucius Malfoy. The man was throwing daggers at Isabella with his stare. He then looked to Dumbledore. The man looked crestfallen. He had been chastised and fined for his actions regarding Harry, but he had been allowed to keep his position as Chief Warlock since he had been wanting to protect Harry from the reprisal of the Death Eaters, and his standing as Headmaster of Hogwarts was sound considering he had teachers like McGonagall to run oversight of his handling of the school. Jacob was wondering what the man was thinking when he left Harry on that doorstep all those years ago.

Jacob was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of Amelia’s voice. “Thank you, Lady Granger, and now I think we should put the matter to a vote.”

The minister continued the sentiment. “All in favour of repealing the hold on the Potter’s will?” Along with Jacob and Isabella about two thirds of the Wizengamot raised their hands. The look on Albus’ face was a mixture of shock and oddly pride. He chanced a glance at Lucius. The man seemed livid that his seat was now in serious jeopardy. “All those opposed?” saved for fifteen people the remainder of the court kept their hands down. The toad of an Undersecretary had her hand raised for some obtuse reason; Jacob was sure this woman had issues. “It seems the hold has been removed Albus. As such the Solicitor the Potter’s worked with will be informed of the decision, and…”

“Minister if I may interrupt?” Jacob stood up.

“The decision has been rendered Lord Greengrass, is there something else you wish to add?”

“Not really Minister Fudge, it is just Lord Potter is out getting new clothes considering his relatives seemed to have given him cast offs from their beached whale of a son.” Jacob said with fire and venom in his voice.

“I see Lord Greengrass, do you think he will be ready after lunch?” Fudge asked.

“I believe so sir.”

“Then the court is adjourned until one PM.”

Harry was looking at himself in the mirror. While he felt weird wearing these robes, they looked a hell of a lot better than the cast offs the Dursley’s gave him. The black and green robes were chosen by Daphne and Hermione because they said it brought out the colour of his eyes. Harry didn’t buy this, but didn’t see the harm in buying good clothes. He was still wondering if Mrs Greengrass was serious about not needing him to pay her back for all of this. She had told him to not worry about any of it that this would make up for nine years of birthdays and Christmases that she had missed.

A knock on the door brought Harry’s attention back to the here and now.

“Come in.”

Jacob walked into the room and the look on his face was a mixture of concern and happiness. He was also dressed completely different then when he had left the house this morning. He was now wearing deep purple robes, and a weird hat. On the left side of his robes was a symbol of a snake coiled around what looked like an oak tree.

“Those look good on you Harry.” Jacob said.

“Thank you, sir, and like I told Iris if there is…”

He was cut off. “Harry, you don’t have to do anything. We may not be your parents, but we are your care takers, and that means WE buy your clothes; food; and necessities.”

“Then why didn’t my Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon do it?”

“Because they are vile, spiteful, and evil people Harry,” Harry nodded his agreement to the statement. “No decent parent, guardian, or care giver would ever treat a child the way you were treated.” Harry was stunned at the calm assertiveness in Jacob’s voice. He nodded his agreement to the man’s statement, or was it a declaration of intent? “Now are you ready to go?”

“Yes sir.”

“Okay, now do you remember how to use the Floo network?”

“Is there no better way to travel?” Harry’s first experience with the Floo Network was horrible. He ended up tumbling out of the Granger’s fireplace, and the incident repeated itself when he flooed over to the Leakey Cauldron. The first time he used the floo he had to call Tatters because he ended up in some place called The Three Broomsticks. At least at the Leakey Cauldron Iris caught him, but it was still a little bit embarrassing.

“Well, there is apparating which is like being pulled through a straw, but it only takes a few seconds to get where you’re going.” Harry shivered at the thought of doing this. “Then there is portkeys. That feels like a hook is attached to your naval and your pulled up, and dropped into your intended destination.” Harry just shook his head at this thought. “I know I am making these sound worse than they actually are, but that’s because I like driving.”

Harry couldn’t argue with that sentiment driving sounded a thousand times better than these forms of travel. “So, what phrase do I have to say?”

“Ministry of Magic, and just remember that the spinning isn’t really happening it is the different angles of the fireplaces that you are passing by.” Jacob said with a smile as he walked beside Harry.

“Yes sir.”

“Harry, you can call me Jacob.” Jacob said this laughing just a little.

When they rounded the corner Harry found Iris and Isabella chatting about something with a lady he had never seen before. She had black hair and light blue eyes. She was dressed the same way Jacob and Isabella were dressed. The only difference was the symbol on the left side of her robes. It was a shield with both a sword and a wand in front of it. The symbol on Isabella’s robe was of an otter posed in front of a book. When the dark-haired woman noticed Harry, she smiled.

“Hello Lord Potter it is good to see you again.” The woman’s voice reminded him of chimes ringing in a gentle breeze.

“Alice, he doesn’t know about that yet.” Iris said with a smile on her face.

“What?” Alice asked.

“His relatives hid everything from him.” Jacob growled.

“Those bastards, what were they thinking?” Alice was getting glared at by Isabella and Iris. “What the word fits their behaviour.” Alice crossed her arms.

“Twelve years in living in noble society and you still love shoving your common origin in my wife’s face.” Alice glared at Jacob. “No wonder I love you.” Iris crossed her arms and glared at her husband. “Of course, I love you too sweetie.”

“Uh-huh, you’re just saying that to stay out of trouble.” Harry looked back at Jacob and he had this ear-to-ear smile on his face. “Now let’s go the kids and I will need to be in the visitor’s section.”

Iris called the others to join them. When the girls got there Isabella and Alice went through the Floo, the girls followed them. Next was Jacob, and he asked Harry to follow him. After throwing the powder into the fire, and saying ‘Ministry of Magic’ Harry stepped into the green fire. Once again, his world was sent spinning around. When he arrived at the Ministry Harry was surprised at the grandness of the place. The large statue of a witch and a wizard surrounded by other magical creatures grabbed his attention right away. He looked over to the others, and the only one who looked as stunned as he felt was Pansy. Isabella parted ways with them at this point saying she was going to deal with someone by the name of Lucius.

Jacob, Alice, and Iris led the kids to a desk where they would get visitors passes for them. After the kids ages were verified through a spell the clerk asked for their names, and when Harry’s name came up the man’s eyes went wide. Like others he had met in Diagon Alley once they heard his name, they started thanking him for something he didn’t remember. Iris thanked the man and ushered Harry along. After the other kids got their visitors passes the group went to a set of elevators. The group took an elevator down to the tenth floor.

Alice and Jacob went into a door that the kids weren’t allowed to go through. This however didn’t stop Hermione and Daphne from trying to get through, and the sight of them being pushed back by a magical barrier was funny. With the two grumbling girls in tow the group of seven made their way to a vast seating area that looked into a large room with about fifty people either wearing the black robes that Alice, Jacob, and Isabella were wearing these robes and hats, or they were wearing ones red in colour. A plump man sat in the middle of a raised section directly across from him. In a section just above, him sat the old man from last night. Off to the man’s left sat Madam Bones, and to his right sat a woman who could be best described by the word toad. Harry looked to the middle of the room and saw a man with greying sandy blonde hair with a large red manila envelope in his hand. Once it seemed the room was full the man in the middle of the far platform banged a gavel.

“I call this meeting of the Wizengamot back into session. Lord Greengrass is Lord Potter present?” the plump man asked.

“Yes, Minister Fudge he is here.” Jacob gestured to Iris.

“Would Lord Potter please stand up?” Minister Fudge asked.

“He means you Harry.” Daphne whispered.

Harry looked around the room and could see every one looking in his general direction. He felt uncomfortable about all of this. Why was this man asking him to stand up? Had he done something wrong, or was it about his parents? Harry felt a hand gently squeeze his right shoulder. He looked to find Iris looking at him with a sad expression in her eyes.

“It’s okay Harry you have done nothing wrong.” Iris said this with as much kindness as she could put into the short sentence.

Harry slowly rose to his feet. “Yes sir, is there something I can do for you?”

“No Lord Potter there is nothing you need to do, nor can you do for me.” The Minister said this in a soft conciliatory tone. “But I would like to extend my apologies to you. We let you down Lord Potter. We should have pushed harder, and unlocked your parents will when it being sealed was first brought to our attention. I just hope you can forgive us.”

“So long as I don’t have to go back to my aunt and uncle’s, I don’t have anything against you sir.” The words left his mouth before he could stop them.

“Well, you will never be going back there Lord Potter, and now with that out of the way let us turn to the reading of the wills.” Minister Fudge turned to the man in the middle of the room. “Now Mr Lawson since this concerns very pressing legal matters, I am requesting that the will be read publicly is that alright with you?”

“Minister, I have been trying to have this done for the last nine years. The Potters wanted this done in the event of their deaths. Why I do not know, but it was the last request of me, and had it not been for the Chief Warlock I would have had it done the following day.” All eyes turned to the old man with the long beard at this point. “Albus if there is any more watershed information in this will I swear to you…”

“I will take full responsibility for my actions Mr Lawson. Now can we move on with it?” Professor Dumbledore looked saddened at the man’s statements.

Mr Lawson opened the envelope and there was a red flash of light around it, and a subsequent red flash of light around Harry. “I am sorry Lord Potter, but the wills could not be read unless you were present. The spell they sealed it with was keyed to your blood.” Harry nodded his head more interested in what his parents had to say than the magic. “I am also compelled by magic to read the first portion of the will uninterrupted.” Mr Lawson waited for a show of agreement from the Minister and those around him. Harry noticed a man with long blonde hair moving around in his seat off to the right of the Minister.

Mr Lawson then began the reading.

“I James Charles Potter declare that this is my last will and testament. I Lily Julie Potter declare this to be my last will and testament. Any wills before this one are considered null and void effective October 30, 1980. The first thing we would like to clarify is that our secret keeper is NOT Sirius Orion Black. We have switched it as of yesterday to Peter Daniel Pettigrew. If you have not found his body the coward has probably hidden in his animagus form, a rat, and all attempts to find him must be made for our son’s safety should Harry survive.”

Even before Mr Lawson stopped the courtroom erupted in shouts for someone called Crouch’s resignation, and yet others were calling for someone else to read the will to verify what the man had just said. The woman with the monocle went down there and verified what Lawson had just said, and she went so far as to check the seal on the envelope. Once everyone saved for the man with long blonde hair were satisfied the will was read further. Fifty thousand galleons were left to a Remus Lupin. Sirius Black was given a residence in London and collection of Play Witch (something that angered Iris), and an assortment of other things were given to other people. Harry was given the rest which Mr Lawson said he would tell him and his guardians later.

“In regards to Lord Potter his list of guardians are as follows: Sirius Orion Black, Iris Janet Greengrass, Jacob and Alice Longbottom, Augusta Longbottom, Andromeda Tonks, and Amelia Bones. If the first person on the list is unable to take care of them then the next person on the list is to be found. If no one on this list survives this God-awful war then Minerva McGonagall is to look after him. We don’t think any less of you Minerva it is just that we do not wish to burden you so unless absolutely necessary. Under no circumstance is Harry to ever be left in the care and custody of his Aunt Petunia and her husband. Though she may be a squib and well-treated by her mother and father she will show him no love, and will more than likely kill the boy. We love you, Harry. Know this: we will always be with you.”

The next thing Harry knew the court room exploded with a hundred voices trying to be heard at once. He could hear the gavel be banged against the table off in the distance but he didn’t care. He could feel someone wrap their arms around him. He could hear his godmother whispering comforting words into his ear. All Harry could think about at this point is: why was that this Sirius Black never showed up to get him out of the Dursley’s.

Meanwhile in a cold dreary cell in Azkaban sat a mangy dog curled up in a corner. The dog was watching a Dementor glaring into his cell at him as if it was trying to scare him, but its effect fell flat on the dog. A silver fox ran up to the Dementor and chased it away. The dog turned back into its normal form. Now sitting on his hands and knees was Sirius Black, and he was wondering what the human guards were doing up this high in the tower. He got close to the cell door in hopes to hear what they were talking about.

“I am telling you I was there. The man is innocent, and the boy looked devastated after the will was read.” A deep masculine voice said.

“Yes, I know I read the letter Dodson, but I find it hard to believe he didn’t betray them.” The main human guard sounded like the same callus bitch he remembered from the day he was brought to this Godforsaken Island. A nightstick was banged against the cell bars. “Get your skinny arse up Black!”

Sirius growled a little at the indignation in the woman’s voice. “What do you want Hagzila?”

The other guard was snickering a little at this, but after being glared at by the head guard the young man cleared his throat. “Lord Black, it seems that Lord and Lady Potter’s will has cleared you of at least one of the charges against you.”

“About bloody time,” Sirius said this as he stood up. “When are we leaving?”

“Right now, milord,” Dodson said.

Sirius was let out of his cell, and magical suppressing handcuffs were placed around his wrist. They lead him down the stairs to the front door of the prison with Dementors glaring down at them from the upper levels. Sirius gave the Dementors the two fingered salute as he boarded the boat that would take him to his date with the Vail of Death for there was no way he was being set free today.

Forty-five minutes later found Sirius sitting in courtroom ten with the entire Wizengamot looking at him with mixed expression of fear and sorrow. He saw Alice Longbottom smiling down at him, and he wondered what had happened to Augusta, and for that matter Frank. She waved at him, and he waved back. He looked further around the room he noted that Jacob Greengrass, Isabella Granger, and Terence Davis were still alive which made him feel a little bit better. Maybe Harry had stayed with them in his absence, and maybe just maybe the boy had had a good life. In truth he wanted to turn around a see if Harry was in the visitor’s section of the courtroom, but thought better of it. Harry wouldn’t remember him at all, and the last time he had seen the boy he was in the process of tossing his lunch up on the rat’s clothing.

The banging of the Ministers gavel made Sirius look up at the man sitting there, and he felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him. There sitting in the Minister’s chair was Cornelius Fudge a man he knew full well was in the back pocket of every dark family within spitting distance of the British Ministry of Magic.

“This session of the Wizengamot is once again called to order.” Cornelius looked directly at him. “Lord Black, we have called you hear today to ask you questions about the events that occurred on November third 1981.”

What? Didn’t they want to ask him about James and Lily’s deaths? After all that is why he was in Azkaban wasn’t it? The only thing that happened on November third was Peter blowing up a muggle automobile after cutting off his left pinkie finger. Of course, he was blamed for that too. But the guards treated him like dirt for his ‘first’ crime.

“Lord Black if you are willing to take Veritaserum we will begin the questioning?” Sirius wanted to smile at Amelia Bones, but he decided against it as it would be food for these lions. Seeing her occupy the seat for the leader of the DMLE was a welcome sight as it meant the DMLE had at least one functioning brain.

“I’ll drink the whole damn vial Madam Bones if it appeases the court.” There was a sharp gasp heard around the room.

“Lord Black, I don’t think that will be necessary.” Amelia motioned for an Auror to administer the potion. After the three drops had been administered and the customary time had elapsed the questions began. “Sirius Orion Black what was your Potions score on your OWLs?”

This was a question he wouldn’t have normally known the answer to as he could care less about such things, but he could feel the potion stir up the memory, and then the answer left his mouth. “I received an Acceptable.”

Amelia looked over to a clerk off to her right and when the witch nodded her head, she continued the questioning. “What happened between you and Peter Pettigrew on November the third 1981?”

“I had been chasing him after he betrayed James and Lily to Voldemort,” he wanted to laugh when people shivered at the madman’s name. “…when I cornered him in a muggle shopping district, he cut off the little finger on his left hand before he cast a blasting charm on a parked car causing it to explode. I got caught in the blast, and when I came to Peter was gone. I can only assume he turned into his animagus form and took off. He is a rat if you’re wondering.”

There were gentle whispers going around the room at the moment. Cornelius banged his gavel once to quiet the chamber. “Well, it seems that we have been misled it seems, all those who believe Lord Black to be guilty?” Only four hands were raised. Gregory Goyle Sr., Charles Crabbe, Armand Nott, and some toadish looking woman he had never seen before. “And all of those in favour of innocent?” Damn near the rest of the room held up their wands. “Well, it seems we all owe you an apology Lord Black and the Ministry will be paying for your stay at St Mungo’s owing to our responsibility for your prolonged exposure to Dementors.”

“Is there no way around this Minister Fudge?” A familiar female voice asked. Sirius looked over at Isabella and smiled.

“I am sorry Lady Granger, but this is the protocol we go through for any released prisoner who has stayed in Azkaban.” Madam Bones said with a frown. “We will cut this as short as possible though if the patient does well.”

“That seems fair, and since Sirius is a free man would he be able to declare who is his proxy?” Lucius asked.

“Yes he would be.” Cornelius answered. “Lord Black as per your mother’s final will Lucius has been voting in your stead. With your permission he can…”

“Absolutely NOT,” Sirius screamed.

“My Lord I have voted in good stead for the Black family for the last nine years, and I will continue to do so.” Lucius said in a soft gentle voice, but his eyes were like knives cutting into his flesh.

“Hardly, you were voting the way my mother wanted you to vote, and if you are unaware my mother and I disagreed on a few things, so I choose Lady Granger to vote in my stead.” Sirius didn’t hide his disdain for Narcissa’s husband. “And should anything happen to me the vote goes to my godson Harry James Potter.” There was a sharp intake of air heard round the room. Sirius just smiled as he looked around the room. Lucius looked absolutely livid.

“As you wish Lord Black, guards you may now remove the cuffs.” Minister Fudge said before he brought down his gavel and ended the session. Sirius looked over at Lucius to watch Amelia and two Aurors demand the Black family seal be removed from his robes. Sirius grinned as Lucy boy removed the Black family seal from his robes, and was escorted from the chamber.

“Can we see him once he is released from the Ministry’s custody?” Iris’ familiar disturbingly calm voice rang out.

“Of course, you can Lady Greengrass.” Madam Bones said.

The Minister talked for a little while longer expressing remorse for not pushing for a trial for Sirius, but he knew this was just talk, and the man was using this as an excuse to prop himself up as the protector of the innocent. He began promising to look at everyone who was just thrown into Azkaban.

Sirius stopped listening to this after about five minutes. He knew that if Fudge was given the right type of persuasion the issue would be pushed under the rug and forgotten. Once the blow hard stopped talking Sirius was taken out of the courtroom and down to a changing room where he was given some cheap robes for his lost muggle clothing, and was told he could get his wand once he left. After changing and cleaning up a bit Sirius was taken to the discharge area of the DMLE. A few of the Aurors were looking at him crossly, and he was certain a few of them thought he really betrayed his friends and killed those muggles. All he could do was smile at them and sign the parchment they provided after a thorough reading to make sure he wasn’t being hoodwinked into confessing to something else he hadn’t done.

“I’ve heard of due diligence Sirius, but this is a bit ridiculous.” Jacob said. Sirius turned around and found the man smiling mischievously at him. “I should have listened to my wife all those years ago mate, and for that I am sorry.”

“After what I’ve been through what do you expect?” Sirius asked laughing a little bit.

“Not much to be honest. I just want to apologize to you Sirius, like everyone else I believed you did it, but I’m glad I was wrong.” Jacob Greengrass was looking at the ground a very rare sight for the ever proud serpent.

“What do you mean?” Sirius asked. Then Jacob told him what happened to Harry. How Dumbledore had taken him to Petunia’s, and there the boy was abused physically and probably mentally as well. He was also forced to cook for two over weight pigs, and the disgusting horse of a woman, and that this portion of the abuse was only discovered this morning. Sirius could feel the blood coursing through his temple at a rapid rate, and his fists were clenched in sheer unbidden rage. “I’m going to…”

“You will do nothing!” Iris’ voice came from off to his left. Sirius spun around to find Iris’ cold grey eyes glaring at him. He looked behind her and saw two girls that could only be hers and Jacob’s children. He was uncertain who the other two belonged to, and the boy was undoubtedly Harry. His messy black hair and facial structure reminded Sirius of James, but the boys eyes were unmistakably Lily’s.

Sirius walked over to the young man and fell to one knee. Sirius gazed into those emerald green eyes, and then he wrapped his arms around the boy before him. “I am sorry Harry I shouldn’t have gone after Peter.”