Harry Read the Books during Christmas of 3rd year
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FIC: Harry Read the Books Chapter One PG-13
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STORY TITLE: Harry Read The Books
PART: 01 of??
AUTHOR: Red Jacobson (red.jacobson@gmail.com)
DISTRIBUTION: FanFiction.net, Archive of Our Own, Hentai-Foundry, Questionable Questing
DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me. Harry, Remus, and Sirius belong to JK Rowling and her publishers.
SUMMARY: On Christmas Eve of Third Year, Harry finds a series of seven books and a pamphlet titled 'And What Happens Afterward' sitting on his bed.
FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster
RELATIONSHIPS: Harry/Multi
RATING: PG-13
WORD COUNT: <6,174>
SPOILERS: None; if you don't know how the Harry Potter story goes by now, why are you reading this story?
WARNINGS: If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, Dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest.
AUTHOR NOTES: Hogwarts starts at 13 to avoid the Underage issue, so everybody is at least 16 when they start doing the nasty. There is yet to be any lemon planned for this story. The story doesn't need any citrus, but I will let you know if that changes.
AUTHORS NOTES (AGAIN): Minerva married Elphinstone Urquart before she started teaching in canon. In the story, they married after Halloween and have been married ever since. I kept him alive because I needed a DMLE Contact, and Amelia Bones has been done to death already.
AND YET AGAIN STILL MORE NOTES: This chapter contains 6 or 7 paragraphs from the Philosopher's Stone and Deathly Hallows. Those words belong to JK Rowling and not me, darn it!
BETA'D BY: YosugaT, Thank You so much!
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Great Hall
3rd Year Boys Dorm
Friday, December 24th, 1993
Lunch
Harry stretched his arms above his head and let out a satisfied sigh. He couldn't resist taking another bite of treacle tart, its sweetness making his taste buds dance with delight. Satisfied, Harry grabbed his bag and got ready to head back to his dorm. Ron, his best mate, was enjoying his enormous bowl of ice cream and still had half of it left, so he let him know that he would take an afternoon kip before heading out of the Great Hall.
Ron just nodded and gave Harry a 'thumbs up,' actually chewing with his mouth closed for a change. Hermione's constant harping about it seemed to have finally gotten through to Ron. Either that, or there was a girl that he fancied staying at Hogwarts for the Yule holiday, and Ron wanted to impress her. Harry knew that bringing it up would embarrass his mate and possibly cause him to become defensive, so he didn't bother doing it. He was just grateful that he could finally enjoy a meal without having to guard his own plate from the food that flew out of Ron's mouth.
Returning the 'thumbs up,' Harry made his way back toward Gryffindor Tower. As he walked, he couldn't help but revel once again in the warm, welcoming atmosphere of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It truly felt like home with its grand halls, cozy common rooms, and forgotten magical secrets waiting around every corner. It was a much better place to be compared to the Dursleys' unwelcoming cookie-cutter suburban home. Harry reached the portrait of the Fat Lady and stated the password 'Fortuna Major,' the large frame swinging open silently to allow entry. The Gryffindor common room had several students sprawled out across the various loveseats and armchairs playing Exploding Snap, chess, or just chatting merrily; a couple of 2nd years waved him over to join their game, but he just shook his head with a smile.
As he climbed the steps to his dorm, all Harry could think of was how much he wanted to collapse onto his four-poster bed and its comfortable pillow and sheets. Kicking off his shoes at the foot of the bed, he pulled open his bed curtains only to freeze in shock. There was a plain wooden box placed in the center of his bed. The top was closed, but not sealed, with a small brass latch. The most bewildering part was that the cream colored envelope on top of the box had his name written on it… in his own handwriting!
Dropping his wand into his hand, he cast all the detection spells he knew on the box and the envelope and found nothing. As far as he could tell, there was nothing magical or potentially dangerous about it. He gave a small shrug and decided to open the envelope. Sure, he probably should have told somebody about the box and letter in case Sirius Black sent it, but how could Black have figured out what his handwriting looked like? Sitting on the edge of the bed, Harry picked up the envelope, and pulled out the enclosed letter. The young wizard started reading the messy, scrawled words with equal humor and frustration. Whoever wrote the letter certainly wrote exactly like he did, and that meant that he could barely read 'his own' handwriting. When he could finally read the entire contents, he gave a low whistle of amazement.
Hi, Harry Potter. This is Harry Potter, but from a slightly different dimension than yours. Did you also grow up with the Dursleys? Met Ron and Hermione on the Hogwarts Express? Managed to get an excellent look at Lavender's bangin' baps when she leaned over in front of you that first night at the Welcoming Feast? If you can answer yes to those questions, then our lives are probably similar enough that this information can help you.
In the box are seven main books, each covering one of our seven years at Hogwarts. They contain a very accurate description of the various future misadventures that will happen to you now and within the next few years. An eighth smaller book will gloss over what happens after we graduate. I know you are anxious to dive into the books; trust me, I was the same way. We are, unfortunately, almost perfect textbook Gryffindors: brave, chivalrous, and (I hate that the man was right about anything, but Snape was correct) dunderheads that leap before we look, which is why a couple of the other houses call us 'the Dead Hero Training Class.' But please listen to everything I have to say before you start reading them.
For your own sake, I do not recommend trying to read them in your room. Too many people will interrupt you, and when Hermione finds the books or this letter, you will never get a moment's peace. Unfortunately, Hermione still believes strongly in the authority figures, particularly McGonagall and Dumbledore, and she will stop at nothing to let the professors know about your 'dangerous and dark' books and get them taken away from you.
What I suggest you do, is call for Dobby. If he's anything like the Dobby I knew, he bonded himself to you right before knocking Lucius Malfoy's arse tip over tail when the ponce tried to curse you last year.
If he appears when called, ask him to show you the 'Come and Go Room', or as we called it in our fifth year, the Room of Requirement. Once you get to the seventh floor of the castle, you'll find a painting of dancing trolls at the end of the corridor. Move close to the opposite wall and walk back and forth three times while thinking about what kind of room you wish to appear. I would suggest concentrating on needing a room that will give you privacy to read these books and also a bed for rest for the weekend. The room has a time dilation feature that you can use to stretch the 3 remaining weekend days into a full week. That should give you enough time to read and absorb what you've read. Ask Dobby to prepare three meals a day and bring them to the room, putting them in stasis so they stay warm and fresh.
Start with 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone' followed by 'Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.' The next one, 'Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban' will update you on what should currently be happening. The order for the next few are: 'Goblet of Fire,' 'Order of the Phoenix,' 'Half-Blood Prince,' and 'The Deathly Hallows.' Only open the 'What Happens Later' book after you finish the first seven books.
Keep this letter! More writing will appear at the end of this paper after you've completed your assigned reading. The important part is what comes after you're done reading. I recommend grabbing a notepad, several biro's (you're not doing homework, after all!), and start practicing some serious hand stretches. Alright, enough overloading your brain with information. Happy reading, Harry (oh, Hermione would be SO proud of us!).
Quickly gathering his note-taking supplies, Harry gave one final longing look at his pillow and called for Dobby. Moments later, he was standing in front of the portrait of dancing trolls. He gave a small snort of amusement, idly wondering if offering the Troll from that first Halloween would have helped at all.
After walking back and forth three times, concentrating on the room description that the other Harry gave him, a simple looking wooden door soon appeared in the wall in front of him.
Harry looked over the room that would be his home for the next several days and was glad to see that the magic of the room had created a full ensuite bathroom, including a shower with all of his favorite toiletries and plenty of fluffy towels to dry off with. There was an enormous metal box that resembled a cooler in the corner opposite the bathroom door with what Dobby called a 'Preserving Cabinet.' It looked like it would hold enough meals for a month if he needed it to.
As his other version mentioned, Dobby admitted to bonding himself to his 'Great Master Harry Potter Sir' and was worried that it would make the Great Master unhappy. When Harry told him that seeing Dobby throwing Lucius Malfoy down the stairs was still one of his favorite memories, Dobby practically collapsed in relief before popping out of the room to bring back a few sets of Harry's clothes, including pajamas. Dobby assured him that the clothes that The Great Master Harry Potter Sir was wearing would be cleaned regularly by the excited house elf.
As he was wondering how he would start the time dilation feature, a book containing convenient instructions on the activation procedure appeared on the coffee table in front of him. After a couple of minutes to confirm the settings he wanted, Harry activated the runes to give himself a week of time. Then, planting himself in the most comfortable looking armchair, he picked up the first book, "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone," and started to read.
CHAPTER ONE
THE BOY WHO LIVED
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't tolerate such nonsense.
Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbors. The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.
The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters. Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursley's sister, but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister, because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be. The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbors would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had a small son, too, but they had never even seen him. This boy was another good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley mixing with a child like that.
Harry grinned a few times at the comments he made to and about Dudley; of course, the baby whale didn't understand that he'd been insulted, which made things even funnier. Sadly, things didn't stay amusing long with Dudley and his gang playing their favorite game, 'Harry Hunting.' The green-eyed youth shuddered slightly as he remembered the bruises and scrapes he would be inflicted with.
A little further in the story, Harry met Hagrid, and the gentle giant was a huge source of relief for him. The wondrous and impossible things that Hagrid showed him were an explanation for all the 'freakishness' that seemed to happen around him. Of course, his aunt and uncle weren't pleased that Harry now knew the truth about himself and his parents. They seemed to think he had bouts of accidental magic purposely to upset them, and while he would love to upset his uncle's sister Marge and her scary dog, he had no control over any of it. It was a shame, though, that he hadn't lost his temper with the horrid old bitch when they were outside. Maybe she would have floated high enough that she would freeze to death in space or deflate high up and splat on the pavement. That would have made it a birthday to remember!
He did note that some things really didn't make much sense in retrospect, such as why on earth Dumbledore flew his broom from Scotland to London. The floo was practically instantaneous, and Fawkes could have flashed the old man to the lobby of the Ministry building in the blink of an eye.
Harry was also suspicious of why the traps, except for the Mirror, seemed to be tailor made to suit the special interests and talents of him and his friends (although with the Devil's Snare, they must have expected Neville to be in the group.) All of the obstacles were easily bypassed by a group of firsties, so how would Dumbledore expect them to keep bloody Voldemort out?
And then after the scrape with Death Face himself, Dumbledore saying, 'You did do things properly,' was so weird. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Suddenly, he felt like a strange kinship with mushrooms since it seemed like he was constantly being kept in the dark and regularly fed a load of bullshite.
Finishing the first book, Harry took a break from reading to have one of the meals Dobby had prepared before picking up the next book in the series, "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets."
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Room of Requirement
An Unknown Amount of Time Later
Date and Time immaterial
The last trace of steam evaporated in the autumn air. The train rounded a corner. Harry's hand was still raised in farewell.
"He'll be alright," murmured Ginny.
As Harry looked at her, he lowered his hand absentmindedly and touched the lightning scar on his forehead. "I know he will."
The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well.
"Oh, HELL no!" Harry swore, setting down the seventh and final main book. He glanced at the smaller pamphlet that remained, but he decided that he needed to take a break before continuing, or he would leave the room and find a way to kill Snape with his bare hands, that miserable bastard!
The room morphed to his inner desire, and half of it opened up into a sprawling Quidditch pitch. His mood lightened almost immediately, and when a pristine Nimbus 2000 appeared at his feet, quickly said, "Up," with his hand above the broom and mounted the handle. Going carefully at first, he slowly increased his speed so that he wouldn't accidentally crash into the ceiling or the walls at high speed.
About twenty minutes later, Harry brought the broom down for a landing, smiling widely. His face was flushed and slightly sweaty from the exertion of flying about wildly, as he preferred. Although he still would pay to have Snape raped to death by a Centaur, he felt like he was in a much better mental space compared to before he started flying. Harry picked up the 'And What Happens After' booklet and started to read. He became furious again after seeing how magical Britain seemed to have stayed just as unfair in the future; Draco had cast several Unforgivables and was a completely free man. What happened to actions having consequences?
Harry read through the booklet a second and third time, taking notes on everything that happened after the war. When he was satisfied that he had all the major and minor events written down, he walked to the bookshelves and concentrated on wanting to find a way to prevent anybody who saw the notes from reading them easily. A book titled 'The Caesar Cipher' suddenly started glowing with a dim golden halo. Upon grabbing the book and reading its surprisingly sparse contents, he couldn't believe how simple it was to use the cipher, and very few wizards or witches were likely to figure it out. Of course, Hermione could probably read it like plain English given enough time to decode it, but he could probably find a more secure method of protection in the future. Starting with the first page of his notes, he followed the diagram and shifted each letter three places to the left alphabetically so that 'D' became 'A,' 'E' became 'B', and so on.
It was tedious work, but after a couple days of work, he eventually finished converting all of his notes. Then, picking up a book on Advanced Charms that the room had recommended to him, he opened it to the chapter on the 'Someone Else's Problem' Charm by Douglas Adams, also known as the 'SEP' Charm. It was a mildly difficult charm that prevented anybody but himself from acknowledging the existence of what you were trying to hide. It was a more advanced variation on the common Notice-Me-Not Charm that hid the subject's existence instead of directing the other party's attention elsewhere.
Putting everything away, Harry dimmed the lights and set the room's alarm clock to wake him up in 8 hours. Unsurprisingly, since reading all of the books about his future, his sleep became restless and full of nightmares. Floating text started swimming around constantly in his head, clouding his thoughts with 'Kill the Spare,' 'Blood from an Enemy, forcibly taken,' ' The One With The Power To Vanquish The Dark Lord Approaches,' and other morbid phrases.
With the sound of a loud chime ringing his eardrums, Harry woke up and stretched, still feeling drowsy and a bit sore from tossing and turning all night. He stripped out of the pajamas and took a quick shower. Once he was dried off and wrapped a towel around his waist, Harry deactivated the Room's time dilation runes. Before he could even call for him, Dobby arrived with his clothes, freshly laundered and steamed to wrinkle-free perfection. After dressing, Harry let Dobby take the towels and pajamas away to be washed, and he carefully packed the books and his notes away in the box. With a quick tap of his wand, the box shrunk down to the size of a matchbox, and he slid it inside his pants pocket.
To Harry's surprise, Dobby informed him that he could 'pop' Harry directly back to his bed to minimize the amount of questions he would get from being MIA all weekend. Back in his room, Harry activated the Marauder's Map, and, sure enough, Peter Pettigrew was lying in the middle of Ron's bed. The emerald eyed teen slowly opened his curtains and silently padded across the floor to his best mate's bed, cavernous snores echoing from behind the thick fabric around Ron's four poster bed.
"Got you, you traitorous bastard!" Harry whispered victoriously. A large smile spread across his handsome features as he placed the obese rat into a transfigured cage that he charmed to be Unbreakable. After putting on his school robes, he tapped his wand on the map and muttered, satisfied.
"Mischief Managed!"
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Defense Professor's Office
Friday, December 24th, 1993
Fifteen Minutes after Prior Scene
Remus Lupin was sitting at his desk, slowly sipping the extra-sweet tea he'd made and hoping it would ease the pain of the upcoming transformation. He had his usual pain potion ready to go, but the tired werewolf was doing his best to wait until the actual day of the full moon; he didn't want to build up a resistance, or worse, an addiction to it. The transformation was still several days away, and it seemed to get worse each month. It wasn't so bad when he had Prongs and the others to distract him, but now almost his entire pack was gone. Sometimes he felt like just letting go and joining them in the afterlife. He was only holding himself together to protect Harry from the damned traitor, and once he got to see the bastard shoved through the veil, he would finally finish things off. 'Snivellus would finally win something, that bastard,' Remus thought with grim amusement. Maybe that would stop the greasy git from being so damned miserable all the time.
Taking a bar of Honeyduke's Finest Dark Chocolate out of his jacket, Remus tore open the wrapping and broke the bar into pieces. He set the first small chunk on his tongue and reclined back in his armchair as the bittersweet candy slowly melted away. He had just washed the chocolate with another sip of tea when there was an urgent knock on his office door.
"Come in," he called, only to see Harry hurrying into his office and slamming the door behind him. Before he could say anything, Remus froze when he saw the cage Harry was holding. Inside the cage was a sleeping rat that he could never mistake for any other rodent as long as he had two functioning eyes. He'd seen that rat so many times while practicing their transformation, but his brain kept trying to refuse what his eyes were telling it. Peter was dead, after all, and had been for years! Looking into Harry's eyes, Remus saw no sign of humor, just cold determination. Remus wanted to ask Harry what was going on, but he just handed him the Marauder's Map showing the Defense office. Shaking off the shock of seeing a relic from his school days, he focused on the map of his office and saw the two names Remus was expecting, but in the center of those names was the name Peter Pettigrew.
The Defense professor quickly shot a stunning charm at the already-unconscious rat and sent a series of locking and privacy spells at the door to his office. At Harry's curious look, Remus said, "A security precaution, so we can't be overheard by anybody who might be monitoring the office or classroom. I don't want to take the chance that word would get out about Peter's survival. One of the 'Imperious victims' might 'fall to the curse' again and kill the rat." Remus sneered thinking about the Death Eaters that were walking around in public with no repercussions after pleading that they were Imperioused and forced to commit the atrocious crimes that they did gleefully.
Harry nodded in understanding, and then started telling him how he discovered Peter after all these years.
"After I was told that Sirius was after me, I did as much research as I could. I found the newspaper articles detailing how he supposedly killed Peter Pettigrew, blowing him up with a spell until nothing but a severed finger remained. The one thing I didn't see anywhere was any article covering the trial and Wizengamot decision that resulted in Sirius being sentenced to Azkaban for life. I double checked articles covering the other Death Eaters' crimes, and they all had at least a small blurb about their trial and sentencing. I couldn't find anything on Sirius other than a large headline saying that the public was now much safer because 'Voldemort's Strongest Supporter' was now locked in a cell with Dementors," Harry spat.
Remus shook his head in disbelief and said, "No trial? No questioning? That can't be right. Have you contacted the Ministry to request copies of any transcripts of the trials that might be in their archives?"
Harry looked slightly embarrassed, "I didn't even think of that, but that can be our next step once we turn this bastard into the Aurors. I discovered that he was sleeping in our dorm when I was using the map the other night and I saw a strange name in Ron's bed. I looked over at his bed, and no one seemed to be in it except for his fat rat that was sleeping away on his pillow. I remembered the name 'Peter Pettigrew' from reading the articles on Sirius recently, so I stunned him and brought him to you since you said that you, Sirius, Peter, and my dad were all good friends. Do you know if there is a spell that shows if a person is an Animagus?"
Remus nodded, "I can do it, but I'd prefer to have an auror witness the result. It's not that I doubt you or the map, but you aren't of age yet, so the DMLE and Wizengamot would probably discount your testimony."
Pulling his wand, Remus' face screwed up slightly in concentration, and soon, a miniature silver-colored wolf was floating in front of him. Licking his suddenly dry lips, he said, "Professor McGonagall? Can you please come to the Defense Office as soon as possible? I need to get your opinion on a problem that I can't figure out."
Turning back to Harry, Remus smiled tiredly, "Professor McGonagall's husband is a Senior Auror, and he can be trusted to take care of things properly."
After a few minutes of tense waiting, there was a sharp rap on the door. Remus waved his wand and let Professor McGonagall in, closing the door behind her. The austere professor looked around the office curiously, raising an eyebrow at Remus, obviously waiting for an explanation to the urgent and unexpected request.
Still tense, Remus laughed lightly, "I really wish you wouldn't give me that look, Professor. I feel like I'm in my 4th year again and about to end up in detention."
To Harry's great astonishment, the corners of Professor McGonagall's lips upturned slightly, like she was holding back a grin. However, when her eyes landed on the rat in the cage, her face became stern once again. Gesturing at the sleeping rodent, she just looked at Remus and said, "Explain."
Remus, with help from Harry for clarification, managed to tell the whole story within a few minutes. As soon as they finished, Professor McGonagall's wand appeared in her hand, and a spell raced toward the sleeping rat. The rat immediately glowed a light blue, and Minerva canceled the spell before stunning the rat again.
Disillusioning the cage, she picked it up and said, "I'll handle this from here. Please don't say anything until there is an announcement, is that understood?" The Transfiguration professor's flinty eyes peered over intently at both Harry and Remus, causing them to gulp reflexively.
Getting nods from the two wizards, Minerva stepped out of the office carrying the cage under her flowing robes. Luckily, she wasn't stopped by anyone on the way back to her office. A quick floo call to her husband and Auror Elphinstone was stepping through the flames with his wand at the ready. It only took a moment or two to explain the situation, and her husband had taken the rat back to the DMLE.
It was the start of a very long day for Elphinstone and his team of trusted Aurors because they had to keep an airtight lid on the whole situation, especially from the Minister and his Undersecretary. He couldn't prove it yet, but there were enough money trails between Lucius Malfoy and Fudge that the Auror was sure that if Malfoy got word of his prisoner, a rogue dementor would 'somehow' be let loose and kiss Pettigrew before he could be tried in court. That's why he was determined to pump the rat full of veritaserum and get him questioned without anyone else being the wiser.
Daily Prophet Special Evening Edition
New Evidence in Sirius Black Crimes! Peter Pettigrew is Alive!
Pettigrew was Death Eater, Interrogation Under Veritaserum Proves Pettigrew was the Potter's Secret Keeper!
For Transcripts of the Interrogation and Pettigrew's Trial, see Page 4
Sirius Black Acquitted of All Charges, Turns Himself in for Trial.
Pettigrew Sentenced to Dementor's Kiss, Sentence Carried Out Immediately.
At the bottom of the page was a paragraph about Bartemius Crouch, Sr. Head of the Department of International Cooperation, and former Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement committing suicide before they could arrest him in connection with the travesty of Sirius Black's unauthorized transfer to Azkaban. Someone found Crouch hanging in his office at the Ministry of Magic. Reports say he left a note, but authorities haven't released it yet pending a full investigation.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Great Hall
Friday, December 24th, 1993
Dinner Time
The Great Hall was exploding with noise when Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way through the crowd towards their usual spot at the Gryffindor Table. When they were finally seated, the trio noticed copies of the Daily Prophet in the hands of almost every student, with large, bold headlines proclaiming Pettigrew's guilt and Sirius Black's innocence on the front page.
Harry turned to look at the staff table and noticed that Professor Lupin wasn't there, and neither was the headmaster. Professor McGonagall was sitting in her regular seat, and he caught the older woman's eye. She gave Harry a small nod, indicating that he was free to share the news with his friends. With his wand under the table, Harry cast a privacy spell around the three of them, surprising Hermione who looked at him curiously. He said to Ron, "Now that the news is out, I can tell you why you won't see Scabbers around anymore. And no, Crookshanks had nothing to do with it. Do you remember how Professor McGonagall is an animagus that's able to change into a cat?"
Harry waited while Ron and Hermione nodded, but her eyes widened when she realized where he was going. Surprisingly, Ron figured it out almost as quickly, and he went pale, his freckles standing out even on his face. "Who?" Ron shakily asked. Not wanting to hold them in suspense, Harry tapped the paper on the picture of Pettigrew, and Ron's face regained color. Unfortunately, the color that came to his face was a sickly green! Pushing himself to his feet, Ron stumbled out of the Hall, dashing toward the nearest toilet with his dinner remaining forgotten.
Hermione stared after the red-head before turning back to look at Harry slightly bemused and disgusted."He just realized he's been sharing his bed with a grown man for 2 1/2 years, hasn't he?" Hermione asked sympathetically.
Harry nodded, "And I should probably let Percy know about it too, since he had the rat before giving him to Ron. Do you want to track Ron down and make sure he's alright? I'm going to talk to the rest of the Weasley siblings."
Hogwarts Infirmary
Right After the Last Scene
Percy and Ginny took the news about Scabbers very poorly, reacting in disgust and terror, respectively, but Harry could understand the reaction. He would have had a meltdown if he found that a grown man had been secretly sleeping in his bed for years. The twins were also grossed out, but they didn't interact with Scabbers as much, so the feelings weren't as intense as it was for their other unfortunate siblings. Harry felt worse for Ginny since apparently she would sometimes set the rat on her bed when she was changing clothes. There wasn't much he could say that would make either of the Weasleys feel better, so he asked if they wanted to see the nurse for something to help them.
That was how he ended up escorting the Head Boy and Ginny to the Infirmary, only to find that Hermione had the same idea. Ron was lying on top of a bed staring blankly at the ceiling, and Ginny and Percy were soon on either side of him, staring at nothing until they all succumbed to the effects of the Dreamless Sleep Potion. Before Harry and Hermione could leave, Madame Pomfrey stopped them to ask, "Can you tell me what in Merlin's name happened to the three of them? They were barely responding to any of my questions, and they looked rather shell shocked."
Harry nodded, "Did you see the headline in tonight's paper? About Peter Pettigrew being alive and a Death Eater?"
"Yes, and I should have known that Sirius would never have betrayed your father and mother. Your grandparents took Sirius in and gave him a home from the time he was sixteen, that poor boy."
"Well, it wasn't mentioned in the paper, but Pettigrew was found hiding in his animagus form, which also happened to be the Weasley's pet rat, Scabbers. Ginny is especially having a hard time accepting that she had set the rat on her bed when she was changing or getting ready for bed."
The matron listened carefully, noting everything that happened, before saying, "Okay, thank you, that helps. I need to contact Arthur and Molly, they need to know what's happened so that we can work together to help the children cope with this horrible revelation."
Looking at the clock, she said, "You probably have time to get some dinner if you still feel like eating, so you two better hurry along."
Harry wasn't all that hungry because of the final breakfast he'd eaten in the Room of Requirement, but if he didn't eat something, Hermione might get a bit suspicious. With that in mind Harry followed Hermione in hurrying down the stairway that would get them to the Great Hall the fastest. After making it back, they were grateful to see that there were still quite a few people eating, and the tables were full of food. Hermione sat in her usual seat, but Harry stayed on his feet, looking over toward the Ravenclaw table, where a younger girl was sitting alone. There was a huge gap of a few feet around her on both sides, making her look especially pitiful; the glares of her fellow housemates certainly didn't help. Making a snap decision, he said, "I'll be back in a minute, there's a girl over there who looks like she could really use a friend."
Hermione looked over to see who he was referring to, and Harry saw a flash of something in her brown eyes. He remembered some offhand comments from her in the later books, and it was clear that Hermione was just as lonely growing up as he and Luna were.
Hermione smiled softly and said, "Sure, bring her over, we can always use more friends."
Walking deliberately to where the tiny, waifish girl was sitting, he took a seat next to her with a friendly smile, said, "Hi, I'm Harry Potter. You're Luna Lovegood, right? My friend's sister, Ginny, mentioned you, and you sound like somebody my friend Hermione and I would like to be acquainted with. Would you like to join us at the Gryffindor Table for dinner?"
Luna looked at him, her large, expressive eyes temporarily sharpening as divining the sincerity of his offer. After a few moments, her spacey demeanor reappeared and she said dreamily, "Thank you, Harry Potter, I would love to join the two of you for dinner. The Nargles seem to favor you quite a bit, you know."
Offering Luna his arm, they walked across the floor to where Hermione was sitting, and after a quick introduction, the three of them were soon chatting like old friends. There were brief moments where Luna would say something odd and Hermione would pause, confused, but then she would catch Harry's eye and smile, shaking it off as just another quirk that made Luna the special girl she was.
They were so engrossed in their conversation that they missed Professor Sprout, who was watching their interaction, saying quietly, "20 Points to Gryffindor for seeing a problem and reaching out to help." She smiled to herself and returned her attention to her delightful treacle tart.
End Chapter One
PART: 01 of??
AUTHOR: Red Jacobson (red.jacobson@gmail.com)
DISTRIBUTION: FanFiction.net, Archive of Our Own, Hentai-Foundry, Questionable Questing
DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me. Harry, Remus, and Sirius belong to JK Rowling and her publishers.
SUMMARY: On Christmas Eve of Third Year, Harry finds a series of seven books and a pamphlet titled 'And What Happens Afterward' sitting on his bed.
FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster
RELATIONSHIPS: Harry/Multi
RATING: PG-13
WORD COUNT: <6,174>
SPOILERS: None; if you don't know how the Harry Potter story goes by now, why are you reading this story?
WARNINGS: If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, Dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest.
AUTHOR NOTES: Hogwarts starts at 13 to avoid the Underage issue, so everybody is at least 16 when they start doing the nasty. There is yet to be any lemon planned for this story. The story doesn't need any citrus, but I will let you know if that changes.
AUTHORS NOTES (AGAIN): Minerva married Elphinstone Urquart before she started teaching in canon. In the story, they married after Halloween and have been married ever since. I kept him alive because I needed a DMLE Contact, and Amelia Bones has been done to death already.
AND YET AGAIN STILL MORE NOTES: This chapter contains 6 or 7 paragraphs from the Philosopher's Stone and Deathly Hallows. Those words belong to JK Rowling and not me, darn it!
BETA'D BY: YosugaT, Thank You so much!
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Great Hall
3rd Year Boys Dorm
Friday, December 24th, 1993
Lunch
Harry stretched his arms above his head and let out a satisfied sigh. He couldn't resist taking another bite of treacle tart, its sweetness making his taste buds dance with delight. Satisfied, Harry grabbed his bag and got ready to head back to his dorm. Ron, his best mate, was enjoying his enormous bowl of ice cream and still had half of it left, so he let him know that he would take an afternoon kip before heading out of the Great Hall.
Ron just nodded and gave Harry a 'thumbs up,' actually chewing with his mouth closed for a change. Hermione's constant harping about it seemed to have finally gotten through to Ron. Either that, or there was a girl that he fancied staying at Hogwarts for the Yule holiday, and Ron wanted to impress her. Harry knew that bringing it up would embarrass his mate and possibly cause him to become defensive, so he didn't bother doing it. He was just grateful that he could finally enjoy a meal without having to guard his own plate from the food that flew out of Ron's mouth.
Returning the 'thumbs up,' Harry made his way back toward Gryffindor Tower. As he walked, he couldn't help but revel once again in the warm, welcoming atmosphere of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It truly felt like home with its grand halls, cozy common rooms, and forgotten magical secrets waiting around every corner. It was a much better place to be compared to the Dursleys' unwelcoming cookie-cutter suburban home. Harry reached the portrait of the Fat Lady and stated the password 'Fortuna Major,' the large frame swinging open silently to allow entry. The Gryffindor common room had several students sprawled out across the various loveseats and armchairs playing Exploding Snap, chess, or just chatting merrily; a couple of 2nd years waved him over to join their game, but he just shook his head with a smile.
As he climbed the steps to his dorm, all Harry could think of was how much he wanted to collapse onto his four-poster bed and its comfortable pillow and sheets. Kicking off his shoes at the foot of the bed, he pulled open his bed curtains only to freeze in shock. There was a plain wooden box placed in the center of his bed. The top was closed, but not sealed, with a small brass latch. The most bewildering part was that the cream colored envelope on top of the box had his name written on it… in his own handwriting!
Dropping his wand into his hand, he cast all the detection spells he knew on the box and the envelope and found nothing. As far as he could tell, there was nothing magical or potentially dangerous about it. He gave a small shrug and decided to open the envelope. Sure, he probably should have told somebody about the box and letter in case Sirius Black sent it, but how could Black have figured out what his handwriting looked like? Sitting on the edge of the bed, Harry picked up the envelope, and pulled out the enclosed letter. The young wizard started reading the messy, scrawled words with equal humor and frustration. Whoever wrote the letter certainly wrote exactly like he did, and that meant that he could barely read 'his own' handwriting. When he could finally read the entire contents, he gave a low whistle of amazement.
Hi, Harry Potter. This is Harry Potter, but from a slightly different dimension than yours. Did you also grow up with the Dursleys? Met Ron and Hermione on the Hogwarts Express? Managed to get an excellent look at Lavender's bangin' baps when she leaned over in front of you that first night at the Welcoming Feast? If you can answer yes to those questions, then our lives are probably similar enough that this information can help you.
In the box are seven main books, each covering one of our seven years at Hogwarts. They contain a very accurate description of the various future misadventures that will happen to you now and within the next few years. An eighth smaller book will gloss over what happens after we graduate. I know you are anxious to dive into the books; trust me, I was the same way. We are, unfortunately, almost perfect textbook Gryffindors: brave, chivalrous, and (I hate that the man was right about anything, but Snape was correct) dunderheads that leap before we look, which is why a couple of the other houses call us 'the Dead Hero Training Class.' But please listen to everything I have to say before you start reading them.
For your own sake, I do not recommend trying to read them in your room. Too many people will interrupt you, and when Hermione finds the books or this letter, you will never get a moment's peace. Unfortunately, Hermione still believes strongly in the authority figures, particularly McGonagall and Dumbledore, and she will stop at nothing to let the professors know about your 'dangerous and dark' books and get them taken away from you.
What I suggest you do, is call for Dobby. If he's anything like the Dobby I knew, he bonded himself to you right before knocking Lucius Malfoy's arse tip over tail when the ponce tried to curse you last year.
If he appears when called, ask him to show you the 'Come and Go Room', or as we called it in our fifth year, the Room of Requirement. Once you get to the seventh floor of the castle, you'll find a painting of dancing trolls at the end of the corridor. Move close to the opposite wall and walk back and forth three times while thinking about what kind of room you wish to appear. I would suggest concentrating on needing a room that will give you privacy to read these books and also a bed for rest for the weekend. The room has a time dilation feature that you can use to stretch the 3 remaining weekend days into a full week. That should give you enough time to read and absorb what you've read. Ask Dobby to prepare three meals a day and bring them to the room, putting them in stasis so they stay warm and fresh.
Start with 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone' followed by 'Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.' The next one, 'Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban' will update you on what should currently be happening. The order for the next few are: 'Goblet of Fire,' 'Order of the Phoenix,' 'Half-Blood Prince,' and 'The Deathly Hallows.' Only open the 'What Happens Later' book after you finish the first seven books.
Keep this letter! More writing will appear at the end of this paper after you've completed your assigned reading. The important part is what comes after you're done reading. I recommend grabbing a notepad, several biro's (you're not doing homework, after all!), and start practicing some serious hand stretches. Alright, enough overloading your brain with information. Happy reading, Harry (oh, Hermione would be SO proud of us!).
Quickly gathering his note-taking supplies, Harry gave one final longing look at his pillow and called for Dobby. Moments later, he was standing in front of the portrait of dancing trolls. He gave a small snort of amusement, idly wondering if offering the Troll from that first Halloween would have helped at all.
After walking back and forth three times, concentrating on the room description that the other Harry gave him, a simple looking wooden door soon appeared in the wall in front of him.
Harry looked over the room that would be his home for the next several days and was glad to see that the magic of the room had created a full ensuite bathroom, including a shower with all of his favorite toiletries and plenty of fluffy towels to dry off with. There was an enormous metal box that resembled a cooler in the corner opposite the bathroom door with what Dobby called a 'Preserving Cabinet.' It looked like it would hold enough meals for a month if he needed it to.
As his other version mentioned, Dobby admitted to bonding himself to his 'Great Master Harry Potter Sir' and was worried that it would make the Great Master unhappy. When Harry told him that seeing Dobby throwing Lucius Malfoy down the stairs was still one of his favorite memories, Dobby practically collapsed in relief before popping out of the room to bring back a few sets of Harry's clothes, including pajamas. Dobby assured him that the clothes that The Great Master Harry Potter Sir was wearing would be cleaned regularly by the excited house elf.
As he was wondering how he would start the time dilation feature, a book containing convenient instructions on the activation procedure appeared on the coffee table in front of him. After a couple of minutes to confirm the settings he wanted, Harry activated the runes to give himself a week of time. Then, planting himself in the most comfortable looking armchair, he picked up the first book, "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone," and started to read.
CHAPTER ONE
THE BOY WHO LIVED
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't tolerate such nonsense.
Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbors. The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.
The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters. Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursley's sister, but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister, because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be. The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbors would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had a small son, too, but they had never even seen him. This boy was another good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley mixing with a child like that.
Harry grinned a few times at the comments he made to and about Dudley; of course, the baby whale didn't understand that he'd been insulted, which made things even funnier. Sadly, things didn't stay amusing long with Dudley and his gang playing their favorite game, 'Harry Hunting.' The green-eyed youth shuddered slightly as he remembered the bruises and scrapes he would be inflicted with.
A little further in the story, Harry met Hagrid, and the gentle giant was a huge source of relief for him. The wondrous and impossible things that Hagrid showed him were an explanation for all the 'freakishness' that seemed to happen around him. Of course, his aunt and uncle weren't pleased that Harry now knew the truth about himself and his parents. They seemed to think he had bouts of accidental magic purposely to upset them, and while he would love to upset his uncle's sister Marge and her scary dog, he had no control over any of it. It was a shame, though, that he hadn't lost his temper with the horrid old bitch when they were outside. Maybe she would have floated high enough that she would freeze to death in space or deflate high up and splat on the pavement. That would have made it a birthday to remember!
He did note that some things really didn't make much sense in retrospect, such as why on earth Dumbledore flew his broom from Scotland to London. The floo was practically instantaneous, and Fawkes could have flashed the old man to the lobby of the Ministry building in the blink of an eye.
Harry was also suspicious of why the traps, except for the Mirror, seemed to be tailor made to suit the special interests and talents of him and his friends (although with the Devil's Snare, they must have expected Neville to be in the group.) All of the obstacles were easily bypassed by a group of firsties, so how would Dumbledore expect them to keep bloody Voldemort out?
And then after the scrape with Death Face himself, Dumbledore saying, 'You did do things properly,' was so weird. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Suddenly, he felt like a strange kinship with mushrooms since it seemed like he was constantly being kept in the dark and regularly fed a load of bullshite.
Finishing the first book, Harry took a break from reading to have one of the meals Dobby had prepared before picking up the next book in the series, "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets."
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Room of Requirement
An Unknown Amount of Time Later
Date and Time immaterial
The last trace of steam evaporated in the autumn air. The train rounded a corner. Harry's hand was still raised in farewell.
"He'll be alright," murmured Ginny.
As Harry looked at her, he lowered his hand absentmindedly and touched the lightning scar on his forehead. "I know he will."
The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well.
"Oh, HELL no!" Harry swore, setting down the seventh and final main book. He glanced at the smaller pamphlet that remained, but he decided that he needed to take a break before continuing, or he would leave the room and find a way to kill Snape with his bare hands, that miserable bastard!
The room morphed to his inner desire, and half of it opened up into a sprawling Quidditch pitch. His mood lightened almost immediately, and when a pristine Nimbus 2000 appeared at his feet, quickly said, "Up," with his hand above the broom and mounted the handle. Going carefully at first, he slowly increased his speed so that he wouldn't accidentally crash into the ceiling or the walls at high speed.
About twenty minutes later, Harry brought the broom down for a landing, smiling widely. His face was flushed and slightly sweaty from the exertion of flying about wildly, as he preferred. Although he still would pay to have Snape raped to death by a Centaur, he felt like he was in a much better mental space compared to before he started flying. Harry picked up the 'And What Happens After' booklet and started to read. He became furious again after seeing how magical Britain seemed to have stayed just as unfair in the future; Draco had cast several Unforgivables and was a completely free man. What happened to actions having consequences?
Harry read through the booklet a second and third time, taking notes on everything that happened after the war. When he was satisfied that he had all the major and minor events written down, he walked to the bookshelves and concentrated on wanting to find a way to prevent anybody who saw the notes from reading them easily. A book titled 'The Caesar Cipher' suddenly started glowing with a dim golden halo. Upon grabbing the book and reading its surprisingly sparse contents, he couldn't believe how simple it was to use the cipher, and very few wizards or witches were likely to figure it out. Of course, Hermione could probably read it like plain English given enough time to decode it, but he could probably find a more secure method of protection in the future. Starting with the first page of his notes, he followed the diagram and shifted each letter three places to the left alphabetically so that 'D' became 'A,' 'E' became 'B', and so on.
It was tedious work, but after a couple days of work, he eventually finished converting all of his notes. Then, picking up a book on Advanced Charms that the room had recommended to him, he opened it to the chapter on the 'Someone Else's Problem' Charm by Douglas Adams, also known as the 'SEP' Charm. It was a mildly difficult charm that prevented anybody but himself from acknowledging the existence of what you were trying to hide. It was a more advanced variation on the common Notice-Me-Not Charm that hid the subject's existence instead of directing the other party's attention elsewhere.
Putting everything away, Harry dimmed the lights and set the room's alarm clock to wake him up in 8 hours. Unsurprisingly, since reading all of the books about his future, his sleep became restless and full of nightmares. Floating text started swimming around constantly in his head, clouding his thoughts with 'Kill the Spare,' 'Blood from an Enemy, forcibly taken,' ' The One With The Power To Vanquish The Dark Lord Approaches,' and other morbid phrases.
With the sound of a loud chime ringing his eardrums, Harry woke up and stretched, still feeling drowsy and a bit sore from tossing and turning all night. He stripped out of the pajamas and took a quick shower. Once he was dried off and wrapped a towel around his waist, Harry deactivated the Room's time dilation runes. Before he could even call for him, Dobby arrived with his clothes, freshly laundered and steamed to wrinkle-free perfection. After dressing, Harry let Dobby take the towels and pajamas away to be washed, and he carefully packed the books and his notes away in the box. With a quick tap of his wand, the box shrunk down to the size of a matchbox, and he slid it inside his pants pocket.
To Harry's surprise, Dobby informed him that he could 'pop' Harry directly back to his bed to minimize the amount of questions he would get from being MIA all weekend. Back in his room, Harry activated the Marauder's Map, and, sure enough, Peter Pettigrew was lying in the middle of Ron's bed. The emerald eyed teen slowly opened his curtains and silently padded across the floor to his best mate's bed, cavernous snores echoing from behind the thick fabric around Ron's four poster bed.
"Got you, you traitorous bastard!" Harry whispered victoriously. A large smile spread across his handsome features as he placed the obese rat into a transfigured cage that he charmed to be Unbreakable. After putting on his school robes, he tapped his wand on the map and muttered, satisfied.
"Mischief Managed!"
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Defense Professor's Office
Friday, December 24th, 1993
Fifteen Minutes after Prior Scene
Remus Lupin was sitting at his desk, slowly sipping the extra-sweet tea he'd made and hoping it would ease the pain of the upcoming transformation. He had his usual pain potion ready to go, but the tired werewolf was doing his best to wait until the actual day of the full moon; he didn't want to build up a resistance, or worse, an addiction to it. The transformation was still several days away, and it seemed to get worse each month. It wasn't so bad when he had Prongs and the others to distract him, but now almost his entire pack was gone. Sometimes he felt like just letting go and joining them in the afterlife. He was only holding himself together to protect Harry from the damned traitor, and once he got to see the bastard shoved through the veil, he would finally finish things off. 'Snivellus would finally win something, that bastard,' Remus thought with grim amusement. Maybe that would stop the greasy git from being so damned miserable all the time.
Taking a bar of Honeyduke's Finest Dark Chocolate out of his jacket, Remus tore open the wrapping and broke the bar into pieces. He set the first small chunk on his tongue and reclined back in his armchair as the bittersweet candy slowly melted away. He had just washed the chocolate with another sip of tea when there was an urgent knock on his office door.
"Come in," he called, only to see Harry hurrying into his office and slamming the door behind him. Before he could say anything, Remus froze when he saw the cage Harry was holding. Inside the cage was a sleeping rat that he could never mistake for any other rodent as long as he had two functioning eyes. He'd seen that rat so many times while practicing their transformation, but his brain kept trying to refuse what his eyes were telling it. Peter was dead, after all, and had been for years! Looking into Harry's eyes, Remus saw no sign of humor, just cold determination. Remus wanted to ask Harry what was going on, but he just handed him the Marauder's Map showing the Defense office. Shaking off the shock of seeing a relic from his school days, he focused on the map of his office and saw the two names Remus was expecting, but in the center of those names was the name Peter Pettigrew.
The Defense professor quickly shot a stunning charm at the already-unconscious rat and sent a series of locking and privacy spells at the door to his office. At Harry's curious look, Remus said, "A security precaution, so we can't be overheard by anybody who might be monitoring the office or classroom. I don't want to take the chance that word would get out about Peter's survival. One of the 'Imperious victims' might 'fall to the curse' again and kill the rat." Remus sneered thinking about the Death Eaters that were walking around in public with no repercussions after pleading that they were Imperioused and forced to commit the atrocious crimes that they did gleefully.
Harry nodded in understanding, and then started telling him how he discovered Peter after all these years.
"After I was told that Sirius was after me, I did as much research as I could. I found the newspaper articles detailing how he supposedly killed Peter Pettigrew, blowing him up with a spell until nothing but a severed finger remained. The one thing I didn't see anywhere was any article covering the trial and Wizengamot decision that resulted in Sirius being sentenced to Azkaban for life. I double checked articles covering the other Death Eaters' crimes, and they all had at least a small blurb about their trial and sentencing. I couldn't find anything on Sirius other than a large headline saying that the public was now much safer because 'Voldemort's Strongest Supporter' was now locked in a cell with Dementors," Harry spat.
Remus shook his head in disbelief and said, "No trial? No questioning? That can't be right. Have you contacted the Ministry to request copies of any transcripts of the trials that might be in their archives?"
Harry looked slightly embarrassed, "I didn't even think of that, but that can be our next step once we turn this bastard into the Aurors. I discovered that he was sleeping in our dorm when I was using the map the other night and I saw a strange name in Ron's bed. I looked over at his bed, and no one seemed to be in it except for his fat rat that was sleeping away on his pillow. I remembered the name 'Peter Pettigrew' from reading the articles on Sirius recently, so I stunned him and brought him to you since you said that you, Sirius, Peter, and my dad were all good friends. Do you know if there is a spell that shows if a person is an Animagus?"
Remus nodded, "I can do it, but I'd prefer to have an auror witness the result. It's not that I doubt you or the map, but you aren't of age yet, so the DMLE and Wizengamot would probably discount your testimony."
Pulling his wand, Remus' face screwed up slightly in concentration, and soon, a miniature silver-colored wolf was floating in front of him. Licking his suddenly dry lips, he said, "Professor McGonagall? Can you please come to the Defense Office as soon as possible? I need to get your opinion on a problem that I can't figure out."
Turning back to Harry, Remus smiled tiredly, "Professor McGonagall's husband is a Senior Auror, and he can be trusted to take care of things properly."
After a few minutes of tense waiting, there was a sharp rap on the door. Remus waved his wand and let Professor McGonagall in, closing the door behind her. The austere professor looked around the office curiously, raising an eyebrow at Remus, obviously waiting for an explanation to the urgent and unexpected request.
Still tense, Remus laughed lightly, "I really wish you wouldn't give me that look, Professor. I feel like I'm in my 4th year again and about to end up in detention."
To Harry's great astonishment, the corners of Professor McGonagall's lips upturned slightly, like she was holding back a grin. However, when her eyes landed on the rat in the cage, her face became stern once again. Gesturing at the sleeping rodent, she just looked at Remus and said, "Explain."
Remus, with help from Harry for clarification, managed to tell the whole story within a few minutes. As soon as they finished, Professor McGonagall's wand appeared in her hand, and a spell raced toward the sleeping rat. The rat immediately glowed a light blue, and Minerva canceled the spell before stunning the rat again.
Disillusioning the cage, she picked it up and said, "I'll handle this from here. Please don't say anything until there is an announcement, is that understood?" The Transfiguration professor's flinty eyes peered over intently at both Harry and Remus, causing them to gulp reflexively.
Getting nods from the two wizards, Minerva stepped out of the office carrying the cage under her flowing robes. Luckily, she wasn't stopped by anyone on the way back to her office. A quick floo call to her husband and Auror Elphinstone was stepping through the flames with his wand at the ready. It only took a moment or two to explain the situation, and her husband had taken the rat back to the DMLE.
It was the start of a very long day for Elphinstone and his team of trusted Aurors because they had to keep an airtight lid on the whole situation, especially from the Minister and his Undersecretary. He couldn't prove it yet, but there were enough money trails between Lucius Malfoy and Fudge that the Auror was sure that if Malfoy got word of his prisoner, a rogue dementor would 'somehow' be let loose and kiss Pettigrew before he could be tried in court. That's why he was determined to pump the rat full of veritaserum and get him questioned without anyone else being the wiser.
Daily Prophet Special Evening Edition
New Evidence in Sirius Black Crimes! Peter Pettigrew is Alive!
Pettigrew was Death Eater, Interrogation Under Veritaserum Proves Pettigrew was the Potter's Secret Keeper!
For Transcripts of the Interrogation and Pettigrew's Trial, see Page 4
Sirius Black Acquitted of All Charges, Turns Himself in for Trial.
Pettigrew Sentenced to Dementor's Kiss, Sentence Carried Out Immediately.
At the bottom of the page was a paragraph about Bartemius Crouch, Sr. Head of the Department of International Cooperation, and former Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement committing suicide before they could arrest him in connection with the travesty of Sirius Black's unauthorized transfer to Azkaban. Someone found Crouch hanging in his office at the Ministry of Magic. Reports say he left a note, but authorities haven't released it yet pending a full investigation.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Great Hall
Friday, December 24th, 1993
Dinner Time
The Great Hall was exploding with noise when Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way through the crowd towards their usual spot at the Gryffindor Table. When they were finally seated, the trio noticed copies of the Daily Prophet in the hands of almost every student, with large, bold headlines proclaiming Pettigrew's guilt and Sirius Black's innocence on the front page.
Harry turned to look at the staff table and noticed that Professor Lupin wasn't there, and neither was the headmaster. Professor McGonagall was sitting in her regular seat, and he caught the older woman's eye. She gave Harry a small nod, indicating that he was free to share the news with his friends. With his wand under the table, Harry cast a privacy spell around the three of them, surprising Hermione who looked at him curiously. He said to Ron, "Now that the news is out, I can tell you why you won't see Scabbers around anymore. And no, Crookshanks had nothing to do with it. Do you remember how Professor McGonagall is an animagus that's able to change into a cat?"
Harry waited while Ron and Hermione nodded, but her eyes widened when she realized where he was going. Surprisingly, Ron figured it out almost as quickly, and he went pale, his freckles standing out even on his face. "Who?" Ron shakily asked. Not wanting to hold them in suspense, Harry tapped the paper on the picture of Pettigrew, and Ron's face regained color. Unfortunately, the color that came to his face was a sickly green! Pushing himself to his feet, Ron stumbled out of the Hall, dashing toward the nearest toilet with his dinner remaining forgotten.
Hermione stared after the red-head before turning back to look at Harry slightly bemused and disgusted."He just realized he's been sharing his bed with a grown man for 2 1/2 years, hasn't he?" Hermione asked sympathetically.
Harry nodded, "And I should probably let Percy know about it too, since he had the rat before giving him to Ron. Do you want to track Ron down and make sure he's alright? I'm going to talk to the rest of the Weasley siblings."
Hogwarts Infirmary
Right After the Last Scene
Percy and Ginny took the news about Scabbers very poorly, reacting in disgust and terror, respectively, but Harry could understand the reaction. He would have had a meltdown if he found that a grown man had been secretly sleeping in his bed for years. The twins were also grossed out, but they didn't interact with Scabbers as much, so the feelings weren't as intense as it was for their other unfortunate siblings. Harry felt worse for Ginny since apparently she would sometimes set the rat on her bed when she was changing clothes. There wasn't much he could say that would make either of the Weasleys feel better, so he asked if they wanted to see the nurse for something to help them.
That was how he ended up escorting the Head Boy and Ginny to the Infirmary, only to find that Hermione had the same idea. Ron was lying on top of a bed staring blankly at the ceiling, and Ginny and Percy were soon on either side of him, staring at nothing until they all succumbed to the effects of the Dreamless Sleep Potion. Before Harry and Hermione could leave, Madame Pomfrey stopped them to ask, "Can you tell me what in Merlin's name happened to the three of them? They were barely responding to any of my questions, and they looked rather shell shocked."
Harry nodded, "Did you see the headline in tonight's paper? About Peter Pettigrew being alive and a Death Eater?"
"Yes, and I should have known that Sirius would never have betrayed your father and mother. Your grandparents took Sirius in and gave him a home from the time he was sixteen, that poor boy."
"Well, it wasn't mentioned in the paper, but Pettigrew was found hiding in his animagus form, which also happened to be the Weasley's pet rat, Scabbers. Ginny is especially having a hard time accepting that she had set the rat on her bed when she was changing or getting ready for bed."
The matron listened carefully, noting everything that happened, before saying, "Okay, thank you, that helps. I need to contact Arthur and Molly, they need to know what's happened so that we can work together to help the children cope with this horrible revelation."
Looking at the clock, she said, "You probably have time to get some dinner if you still feel like eating, so you two better hurry along."
Harry wasn't all that hungry because of the final breakfast he'd eaten in the Room of Requirement, but if he didn't eat something, Hermione might get a bit suspicious. With that in mind Harry followed Hermione in hurrying down the stairway that would get them to the Great Hall the fastest. After making it back, they were grateful to see that there were still quite a few people eating, and the tables were full of food. Hermione sat in her usual seat, but Harry stayed on his feet, looking over toward the Ravenclaw table, where a younger girl was sitting alone. There was a huge gap of a few feet around her on both sides, making her look especially pitiful; the glares of her fellow housemates certainly didn't help. Making a snap decision, he said, "I'll be back in a minute, there's a girl over there who looks like she could really use a friend."
Hermione looked over to see who he was referring to, and Harry saw a flash of something in her brown eyes. He remembered some offhand comments from her in the later books, and it was clear that Hermione was just as lonely growing up as he and Luna were.
Hermione smiled softly and said, "Sure, bring her over, we can always use more friends."
Walking deliberately to where the tiny, waifish girl was sitting, he took a seat next to her with a friendly smile, said, "Hi, I'm Harry Potter. You're Luna Lovegood, right? My friend's sister, Ginny, mentioned you, and you sound like somebody my friend Hermione and I would like to be acquainted with. Would you like to join us at the Gryffindor Table for dinner?"
Luna looked at him, her large, expressive eyes temporarily sharpening as divining the sincerity of his offer. After a few moments, her spacey demeanor reappeared and she said dreamily, "Thank you, Harry Potter, I would love to join the two of you for dinner. The Nargles seem to favor you quite a bit, you know."
Offering Luna his arm, they walked across the floor to where Hermione was sitting, and after a quick introduction, the three of them were soon chatting like old friends. There were brief moments where Luna would say something odd and Hermione would pause, confused, but then she would catch Harry's eye and smile, shaking it off as just another quirk that made Luna the special girl she was.
They were so engrossed in their conversation that they missed Professor Sprout, who was watching their interaction, saying quietly, "20 Points to Gryffindor for seeing a problem and reaching out to help." She smiled to herself and returned her attention to her delightful treacle tart.
End Chapter One
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STORY TITLE: Harry Read The Books
PART: 02 of??
AUTHOR: Red Jacobson (red.jacobson@gmail.com)
DISTRIBUTION: FanFiction.net, Archive of Our Own, Hentai-Foundry, Questionable Questing
DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, they all belong to JK Rowling and her publishers.
SUMMARY: On Christmas Eve of the Third Year, Harry finds a series of seven books and a pamphlet titled 'And What Happens Afterward.'
FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster
RELATIONSHIPS: Harry/Multi
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: <5,058>
SPOILERS: None, if you don't know how the Harry Potter story goes by now, why are you reading this story?
WARNINGS: If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, Dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest.
AUTHOR NOTES: To avoid the underage issue, Hogwarts starts at 13 years old, so everybody is at least 16 when they start doing the nasty. There isn't any lemon planned for the first few chapters, and only when it makes sense in the story to include one after that.
NOTES ON HORCRUX DISPOSAL: I borrowed the means of destroying the Horcrux from White Angel of Auralon, the fanfic 'Hunt.' I contacted the author a while ago and got permission to use that method.
A QUICK NOTE ABOUT DOLORES UMBRIDGE: I have seen in fanon that Dolores was the daughter of a Cuthbert Umbridge, which, when I needed to find out who was the head of Goblin Liaison Office in 1993, was Cuthbert Mockridge, who was no relation to Dolores at all.
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Ministry for Magic
Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement
London, UK
Friday, December 24th, 1993
Amelia couldn't believe her luck. She had been fighting practically since she took over as Director, to be able to question the Death Eaters who claimed to have been compelled to take the Dark Mark. She didn't believe it, especially after noticing how often the 'supposedly Imperioused' Death Eaters regularly socialized, which could be understood for several of the Death Eaters, the ones who were wealthy pure-bloods, but what possible reason would someone like Lucius Malfoy have to spend so much time with either of the Carrow twins, or Antonin Dolohov, or even McNair?
She had been beating her head against the wall of money and influence, preventing her from even asking the questions of those supposedly compelled Death Eaters. She wouldn't admit it to anybody, but she was starting to feel like she would never any progress. But out of nowhere, she received an early Yule gift when Elphinstone Urquart knocked on her office door and, after casting every privacy and security spell either of them knew, presented her with a cage containing a miserable-looking rat.
As soon as the rat was positively identified, she and Elphinstone took the disillusioned cage and rat to the high-security interview rooms, after stopping by Moody's desk. She and Alastor had a conversation that, to anybody listening, would have sounded like a normal, casual conversation, but the two of them knew exactly what they were saying, it was a code the two of them developed during the last months of the war when they didn't know who they could trust. There were spies and sympathizers all over the Ministry, and even in the Auror Ranks by then, but the two of them needed a way to pass messages and came up with the code, and they still updated it just about every month.
Amelia had told Moody to get Veritaserum and an evidence notepad and quill and meet her down in the High Privacy/High-Security interview rooms. Moody was just as shocked as she had been when the rat was forced to transform back into Peter Pettigrew. The sight of the Dark Mark on Pettigrew's left arm justified the Veritaserum, and the answers to the questions had the Evidence Quill nearly ripping a hole in the notepad it was moving so fast taking down the information. Pettigrew appeared desperate to avoid the Dementor's Kiss so he was extremely open with his answers. He also voluntarily provided multiple memories of Death Eater gatherings, as well as providing the names of every Death Eater at the gatherings, the first definite list of Voldemort's followers they had ever received. The memory of him becoming the Secret Keeper for James and Lily was almost an afterthought compared to everything else. The final memory was of the confrontation with Sirius that ended with the deaths of thirteen muggles. That alone would be enough to see him pushed through the Veil, not that any of the Interrogators mentioned that to the sniveling traitor.
With the memories of naming the Death Eaters, they now had concrete evidence of committed Death Eaters within the Ministry. It was no longer just a suspicion, it was a fact. As she sat in her office, Amelia couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. All their hard work and perseverance had paid off. With this new information, they could finally take action and root out the corruption within the Ministry. It was a small victory in the ongoing battle against the attitude that gave rise to Voldemort and his followers, but it was a crucial one. Amelia knew they still had a long way to go, but this was a step in the right direction.
She was planning her approach to Minister Fudge, anticipating having a fight on her hands, considering how close Fudge was to Lucius Malfoy. A knock on her office door provided the perfect means to blunt any arguments the Minister put forward. Her visitor was the Head of the Goblin Liaison Office, Cuthbert Mockridge, who had been negotiating with the Senior Managers of Gringotts, to get access to Dolores Umbridge's banking information, because the Minister's Undersecretary had committed several serious offenses against Gringotts and the entire Goblin Nation. The offenses were heinous enough to break their confidentially rules, but when they opened up the transaction history for the last 12 months alone, there were multiple transfers to her account from Lucius Malfoy. There is nothing illegal in giving someone gold, but Cuthbert noticed an interesting coincidence, every time there was a donation to Umbridge, within 48 hours of the 'donation' either Dolores or somebody who owed her something, would propose a law to add to Pureblood privileges at the expense of the muggle-born or any non-English magicals. That on its' own was enough to get her interrogated with Veritaserum, and there would likely be additional charges depending on what comes out of the interrogation.
Amelia had to admit, if only to herself, but Fudge actually impressed her, once he understood how many members of the Ministry were either marked Death Eaters, or just willing to take bribes. There was no hesitation, swearing out arrest and interrogation warrants for every person named in the memories. He didn't even stumble over listing Lucius Malfoy as one of the priority suspects and would be one of the first to be arrested, after the Ministry employees so the alarm wouldn't get out to the suspects before they could be arrested.
The last of the Death Eaters was in a Ministry holding cell, including, to Dumbledore's annoyance, Severus Snape.
Having the Death Eaters and the rest locked up, the members of the Wizengamot selected as jurors were summoned, and once the courtroom was sealed, the memories of Pettigrew's interrogation were played and once the uproar about the treatment of Sirius Black subsided, Amelia brought Pettigrew into the courtroom, and the Barrister that was assigned to defend him, came down to the floor of the chamber and the trial began.
The outcome was never in doubt, even though the Barrister did the best he could, Pettigrew was convicted of all charges, and, there was a unanimous vote to have Pettigrew kissed by a Dementor. They gave the rat ten minutes to compose himself before he was taken to the Dementor, the time didn't help, the pathetic wretch was pleading and begging, struggling against the Aurors holding him until he was in the Dementor's grasp.
Knowing that the rest of the Veritaserum Interviews would be going on for several days, Amelia had complete confidence in Rufus Scrimgeour and Kingsley Shacklebolt to keep things under control and to know when they needed to contact her. She locked all the evidence in the secure personal vault that would only open for her, and then, stopping in the archives, found and signed for Sirius Black's wand.
When she reached the lobby, Amelia saw Albus and Remus Lupin waiting. Remus had managed, using an Adfero messenger, to reach Sirius, earlier that afternoon, and told him about the capture of Wormtail, and got him to wait in the Shrieking Shack. Remus, with Minerva's help, got a basket of food from the elves in the kitchen and found warm clothing that would fit Sirius. Remus brought the basket, clothes, and, courtesy of the Hogsmeade Apothecary, several different potions to help Sirius start recovering from his experience, and was waiting at the Shack when Sirius arrived.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Great Hall
Friday, December 24th, 1993
Near the end of Dinner
Harry, Hermione, and Luna had been talking all through the rest of dinner, barely noticing that the Great Hall was starting to empty. Harry had a good idea of what Luna was like, based on his reading, and was prepared to accept his new friend's quirks. Hermione, on the other hand, was clearly enjoying the conversation and seemed fascinated by the younger girl.
Although from the shy glances, Hermione was giving Luna and the smile Luna returned, Harry wondered if he was seeing a part of Hermione that wouldn't have been mentioned in the books, especially when the mess with the Goblet of Fire was putting pressure on all of them, and then Umbridge and his scar hurting the next year, she may not have felt comfortable enough to let her interest be noticeable.
Harry set the question aside, it wasn't any of his business, and Hermione was still going to be his best friend, unless she started fancying Snape, then he would take her to check for potions!
They were finishing the last of the pudding course when Harry saw Remus walking through the door, a wide smile on his face.
Before Harry could say anything, Remus leaned in and said, "Sirius was completely exonerated, and is receiving medical care in a private clinic. Pettigrew was given the Dementor's Kiss, he won't be spying on young boys or girls again. Professor Dumbledore and I were able to see Sirius and talk for a while, and when I told him how you used the Map to identify Pettigrew, if he'd been in his Animagus form, the mutt would have been chasing his tail in excitement."
When Harry and the others looked at him curiously, Remus told them about Sirius' Animagus form, and how Harry's dad was a stag. When Harry asked Remus if he had a form, the older man shook his head, "Unfortunately, I'm not able to become an Animagus, not everyone has the innate ability to transform."
Finishing up, Remus said, "Sirius is going to be sending you a letter tomorrow, along with Madame Bones, who's the Head of the Law Enforcement Department at the Ministry. He did want me to tell you that, you will receive a pretty extravagant present tomorrow that won't be signed for. He said that's to make up for all the birthdays and Christmas's he missed."
Harry didn't have to feign excitement, although he told Remus that it was knowing that he had a Godfather and the man cared about him. He was excited about Sirius, but the part of him that was still a young teenager was also excited as Hell about getting the Firebolt.
He said, "I'm looking forward to hearing from him, and will I be able to write back, or even visit him?"
"I'm not sure about visiting him right away, Sirius needs a lot of care to make up for the horrible situation he's been in for so many years. I'm sure when he's healthier you'll be able to visit him, but for now, you should be able to send a letter to him. Just send word to Madam Bones letting her know so she can add Hedwig to the wards where Sirius is staying. I'm sure that hearing from you will help him as much as a dozen potions."
Needless to say, Luna was extremely curious about the conversation but was polite enough not to ask. When Remus left to go up to the Staff Table to get the last of Dinner, Harry could see Luna's interest, and, speaking to her and Hermione, said,
"I don't know the entire story, but what I know is, Sirius Black, rather than being the Right-Hand Man of Voldemort," (and he was impressed that the blonde didn't even flinch at the name,) he was an Auror he was my Dad's Auror Partner, they had been friends as I'm sure you guess by what Professor Lupin was saying since they met on the Hogwarts Express. When my parents had to go into hiding, they used a charm called the Fidelus Charm, which hides a single secret inside someone, the Secret Keeper, and because he and Dad were so close, Sirius suggested that he be the Decoy, and trust another friend of theirs, Peter Pettigrew with the actual secret.
"Which is was a huge mistake, because Pettigrew was actually a spy and led the Dark Arse directly to my parents house. Sirius got to the house, found me alive, tried to heal the scar on my head, and then, turned baby me over to Hagrid so Sirius can track down Pettigrew. I think you know the rest of the story by now."
Looking up, Harry saw that other than Remus at the Staff Table, the three of them were the only ones in the room. Getting up, they escorted Luna back to Ravenclaw, and, agreeing to meet for breakfast, he and Hermione made their way back to Gryffindor Tower.
Catching sight of himself in a mirror, he scowled at the sight of Dudley's cast-offs and said to Hermione, "Can you do me a favor and ask Lavender or Parvati if they have an order form for Madame Malkins or Gladrags? Since I probably will not have to go back to the Dursleys' there's no reason to be forced to wear the baby whale's cast-offs."
Hermione nodded, "Of course, but if you can wait a few days, I can ask my mum and dad to get you some everyday, non-magical world walking around clothes. You can pay me back when they get here."
He grinned, "That would be brilliant, thank you! Do you know the measuring charm, because I don't know my sizes."
Hermione shook her head, "I don't, but I'm fairly certain Parvati does, do you want me to ask her?"
She was in luck, Parvati was in the room and had order forms for both shops and followed Hermione down to the Common Room, where Harry was waiting.
After getting his measurements written down, Parvati commented that certain colors would look better on him than others, she suggested clothes in shades of red, or earthy tones like olive green or brown.
Harry listed those colors on the order sheets, saying with a smile, "I'm going to take your word for the colors, Parvati, since you always look amazing when you are wearing your own outfits, and not the school uniform."
Parvati smiled happily, thanking him before heading back up to the dorm.
Hermione wondered at the change in her best friend, he was never all that comfortable talking to different girls, but he was almost flirting with Parvati, did he do it deliberately, or not even notice? Making a mental note to pay attention to Harry to see if she found any other changes.
Grabbing the list of sizes and colors, she asked Harry if she could ask Hedwig to take a letter for her.
As if in answer to her question, Hedwig came flying through a window and landed on her shoulder, sticking her leg out imperiously, making her and Harry laugh. With that, Harry stroked his familiars feathers before turning to go up to his dorm.
Filling out the order forms he pressed his vault key on the wax seal at the bottom of both forms and asked Dobby to take his orders to each of the shops.
Harry had said goodnight to Ron and Neville before pulling the curtains on his bed closed. He had just laid his head on the pillow when his eyes shot open as something occurred to him. Sooner or later either Dumbledore or Snape will try to use Legilimancy on him, and he has nothing close to shields. Calling for Dobby, he asked the little guy to take him up to the Come and Go Room, and then prepare several meals for him to eat. Before Dobby could leave, Harry stopped him and added several notebooks and biro's to take notes. He remembered the warning that the only thing you could take out of the room was something brought in with him.
Moments later, he was standing across from the tapestry of the trolls, and concentrating on a place where he could learn and practice Occlumency. On the third time walking past the wall, a door appeared in front of him.
Setting up the room the way it was, and was it only the day before? Harry found several books on organizing the mind and building shields along with other similar subjects. Dobby had gotten back from the kitchen with several days worth of meals, and clean clothes.
When he was as ready as possible, he activated the runes to give him the time he needed to study. Sitting down in the chair, he picked up the first book and started to read.
HRTB & HRTB & HRTB
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
The Come and Go Room
Friday, December 24th, 1993
Time Immaterial
Harry had just finished the last of the books and was considering getting some sleep before going back to the dorm. He wasn't just physically tired, but mentally exhausted from the effort of creating his shields and putting false memories in front of the shields. Of course, the work put into imagining shagging Pansy Parkinson in the Slytherin Common Room wasn't easy, but he managed it. He almost hoped that Snape would be the one to find that memory, it would drive him crazy trying to figure out how he had managed to get into the Slytherin Common Room, and Parkinson out of her knickers.
He was still smiling as he drifted off to sleep when something else he had read suddenly grabbed his attention. He didn't know why he hadn't paid attention to it when he read the Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, other than he was focusing on the immediate issues, and putting everything else to the side, but now, the fact that he had a piece of Riddle's soul in his scar wiped sleep away, immediately.
Concentrating on what he needed, Harry asked for ways to destroy a Horcrux, without damaging the container, especially a living container. Minutes later, three more books appeared on the reading table, and Harry gave a sigh of relief that there was a possible way to get rid of the scar without taking a Killing Curse to the face!
Checking the meals Dobby had prepared, there was enough for 6 more meals before having to leave the room. He wanted to start reading, but two pages into the first book, the words were blurring and he couldn't keep his eyes open. Marking his place in the book, he finally surrendered to the need for sleep.
Harry slept well, except for some oddly arousing dreams, where he actually was having sex with Pansy, but it was here in the room, not the Slytherin Dungeons. And, surprisingly, Pansy was loudly enthusiastic about the experience. A part of his mind determined to remember to talk to Sirius or Moony if there were places where he could get an education.
As if the Pansy dream had cleared the way, several other girls showed up, just as eager and enthusiastic as Pansy. First was Hermione, of course, then Luna found her way into the dreams, and he wondered if she were really as flexible in real life as she was in the dreams. There were too many other witches showing up, and eventually he fell deeper asleep, waking up several hours later refreshed.
After showering and dressing, he grabbed his notebook and pen, writing down the names and, if available, the author's of the books. Sitting back down, he picked up the book and was soon reading steadily, taking quite a few notes, until he found the description of a ritual that would accomplish what he needed. Reviewing the instructions, there were lists of ingredients to prepare and a large bowl made out of silver. He went through the other books and wrote down information that could be useful. Using the same code he used the last time, he protected all the information from prying eyes and prepared to go back to the dorm.
Deactivating the Runes, the room returned to normal time, and before he could blink, Dobby popped into the room with the clothes Harry had worn into the room. As soon as he was changed, Dobby took him back to his bed, and fell asleep almost without realizing it.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Quidditch Pitch
Saturday, December 25th, 1993
After Breakfast
Hermione noticed that Luna was shivering, sitting beside her in the bleachers over the Quidditch Pitch. Casting a warming charm on her new friend, Luna smiled gratefully before turning back to watch Harry and the two youngest Weasleys. Both of the redheads seem to have broken through the shock of finding out about Scabbers.
Letting Ron and Ginny fly on the Firebolt seemed to help Ron and his sister to get over the way they were fooled by the rat. Of course, the two of them, and Percy perked up finding out that Pettigrew was Kissed, so he couldn't spy on them any more.
Then Harry had suggested going for a fly, to help Ginny practice at Seeker, and the two of them had their coats on before Harry finished speaking.
So now, Ron was flying one of the twin's brooms, Harry on the other, both of them tossing golf balls in the air, while Ginny, grinning widely, was flying the Firebolt doing her best to find and catch each of the balls before they hit the ground. All three of them laughing and joking around, obviously happy to be having fun together.
Hermione was glad that Harry had people who shared his enjoyment of Quidditch, because she really didn't understand why it fascinated so many people. She went to the games to support Gryffindor, and Harry, but would be happier curled up in front of the fireplace with a book and a mug of hot chocolate, but then, she would rather be reading comfortably than almost any other activity.
Luna got her attention, saying quietly, "I think they are about finished, so we can go back inside where it's warmer and the two of us can go to the library to look up information for Buckbeak's appeal. I don't think Harry will be able to sit quietly and read, do you?"
Hermione grinned wryly, shaking her head, "No, you're right, Harry has a lot of good points, but he is still a boy, and happier doing physical things."
Looking up at the laughter, she saw Harry and the Weasleys landing in front of the bleachers, which was enough for her and Luna to get off the cold metal bench. As the two of them got closer to Harry, Hermione heard him saying,
"I hope you're planning to try out next year, Gin, you have all the right skills and attitude to be a seeker, and I'm going to get with the others on the team about creating a second team to get younger players some flying time and practice for their positions."
Harry looked over at Ron and continued, "We can spend the next few days working on your Keeping skills, so you can try out next September, Ollie is graduating this year and the spot will be open."
When the two girls joined them, the five went back inside, just chatting, and Harry was hoping to get a letter from Sirius so he could write back, and to Madame Bones so Hedwig can be added to the mail wards. He knew he was smiling like a loon, but he didn't care, in just the last day, he had changed things for the better for he, Sirius, and Luna too, and there's still several months before the long holiday to get even more things changed.
Harry couldn't wait!
HRTB & HRTB & HRTB
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Hallway outside of the Library
Saturday, December 25th, 1993
Before Lunch
Harry had just left Hermione and Luna at the Library, they had waited patiently enough for Harry to take a quick shower and change into his new clothes. He had been pleasantly surprised to see the packages of clothing, underwear and all, sitting with his gifts.
He was glad he had taken the time to get presentable, and getting wolf whistles from Parvati and Lavender was kind of a fun feeling as well, before escorting Hermione and Luna to the Library.
Heading down the passageway, he heard his name being called, and turned to see Susan Bones hurrying toward him. Curious, he waited for her to reach him, a friendly smile on his face.
Susan smiled in return as she caught up with him, "Thanks for waiting for me, Harry, I thought I was going to have to catch you at Lunch. I've got an envelope for you, from my Aunt Amelia, who is the head of Law Enforcement."
Reaching into her robe pocket, Susan pulled out a sealed envelope and handed it to him.
"Thanks for delivering the letter, Susan, I was actually expecting to hear from her, Professor Lupin told me last night. I thought I would be getting an Owl, but I have no objection to getting mail from an attractive girl."
Susan blushed at the compliment, but kept her voice steady,
"Well, Thank you for compliment Harry, and I have to say I like the new clothes, were they Christmas gifts?"
"Yes, sort of, they are presents from me, to me. And that is clear as mud, isn't it?"
"Well, yeah kinda," Susan agreed.
Harry gave Susan a short version of the Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew disaster, and mentioned that, since he would not be going back to his relatives, there was no reason to wear the rags they forced him to wear.
Susan was honestly shocked at hearing how he was treated, "Didn't any of the teachers, or Madam Pomfrey notice? It's their job to pay attention to students, to find out if they are treated badly at home!"
Harry shrugged, "Not that I'm aware of, even if it would do any good if they did notice, Dumbledore says that I have to stay with my mum's sister because of some kind of protection. I can do without the protection if it means being fed regularly, clothed decently, and a comfortable place to sleep!"
Harry realized he'd raised his voice, and lowered it back to a conversational level. "Sorry, I guess that's been building up for a while. You are a very good listener though, Susan, but I shouldn't have dumped all that on you."
Susan attempted a smile, but there was anger in her eyes, and Harry just hoped it wasn't aimed at him.
"You're very welcome, and you needed to let that out. I'm just glad you trusted me enough to let me know about how it is. What I will do, if the Headmaster tries to make you go back to those people, I'll get my Aunt to invite you to spend part of the summer holiday with us, would that be okay?"
"That would be amazing, I'm hoping that Sirius will be healthy enough for me to live with him, but if not, I would certainly take you up on that offer, as long as your Aunt agrees, I'd hate to have her arrest me for flirting with you." The last was said with a grin, even though he was starting to think about Susan as somebody he would enjoy spending time with.
Fortunately, Susan gave a light laugh, "Don't worry, I'll make sure to tell her that I like it when you flirt, so the worst that would happen to you is getting the stink-eye from Aunt Amelia."
With that, they separated, Susan to go back to the Sett to write a letter to her Aunt, and Harry to find an empty classroom where he could put up Privacy charms and sat down to read the letters...
End Chapter Two
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PART: 02 of??
AUTHOR: Red Jacobson (red.jacobson@gmail.com)
DISTRIBUTION: FanFiction.net, Archive of Our Own, Hentai-Foundry, Questionable Questing
DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, they all belong to JK Rowling and her publishers.
SUMMARY: On Christmas Eve of the Third Year, Harry finds a series of seven books and a pamphlet titled 'And What Happens Afterward.'
FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster
RELATIONSHIPS: Harry/Multi
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: <5,058>
SPOILERS: None, if you don't know how the Harry Potter story goes by now, why are you reading this story?
WARNINGS: If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, Dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest.
AUTHOR NOTES: To avoid the underage issue, Hogwarts starts at 13 years old, so everybody is at least 16 when they start doing the nasty. There isn't any lemon planned for the first few chapters, and only when it makes sense in the story to include one after that.
NOTES ON HORCRUX DISPOSAL: I borrowed the means of destroying the Horcrux from White Angel of Auralon, the fanfic 'Hunt.' I contacted the author a while ago and got permission to use that method.
A QUICK NOTE ABOUT DOLORES UMBRIDGE: I have seen in fanon that Dolores was the daughter of a Cuthbert Umbridge, which, when I needed to find out who was the head of Goblin Liaison Office in 1993, was Cuthbert Mockridge, who was no relation to Dolores at all.
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Ministry for Magic
Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement
London, UK
Friday, December 24th, 1993
Amelia couldn't believe her luck. She had been fighting practically since she took over as Director, to be able to question the Death Eaters who claimed to have been compelled to take the Dark Mark. She didn't believe it, especially after noticing how often the 'supposedly Imperioused' Death Eaters regularly socialized, which could be understood for several of the Death Eaters, the ones who were wealthy pure-bloods, but what possible reason would someone like Lucius Malfoy have to spend so much time with either of the Carrow twins, or Antonin Dolohov, or even McNair?
She had been beating her head against the wall of money and influence, preventing her from even asking the questions of those supposedly compelled Death Eaters. She wouldn't admit it to anybody, but she was starting to feel like she would never any progress. But out of nowhere, she received an early Yule gift when Elphinstone Urquart knocked on her office door and, after casting every privacy and security spell either of them knew, presented her with a cage containing a miserable-looking rat.
As soon as the rat was positively identified, she and Elphinstone took the disillusioned cage and rat to the high-security interview rooms, after stopping by Moody's desk. She and Alastor had a conversation that, to anybody listening, would have sounded like a normal, casual conversation, but the two of them knew exactly what they were saying, it was a code the two of them developed during the last months of the war when they didn't know who they could trust. There were spies and sympathizers all over the Ministry, and even in the Auror Ranks by then, but the two of them needed a way to pass messages and came up with the code, and they still updated it just about every month.
Amelia had told Moody to get Veritaserum and an evidence notepad and quill and meet her down in the High Privacy/High-Security interview rooms. Moody was just as shocked as she had been when the rat was forced to transform back into Peter Pettigrew. The sight of the Dark Mark on Pettigrew's left arm justified the Veritaserum, and the answers to the questions had the Evidence Quill nearly ripping a hole in the notepad it was moving so fast taking down the information. Pettigrew appeared desperate to avoid the Dementor's Kiss so he was extremely open with his answers. He also voluntarily provided multiple memories of Death Eater gatherings, as well as providing the names of every Death Eater at the gatherings, the first definite list of Voldemort's followers they had ever received. The memory of him becoming the Secret Keeper for James and Lily was almost an afterthought compared to everything else. The final memory was of the confrontation with Sirius that ended with the deaths of thirteen muggles. That alone would be enough to see him pushed through the Veil, not that any of the Interrogators mentioned that to the sniveling traitor.
With the memories of naming the Death Eaters, they now had concrete evidence of committed Death Eaters within the Ministry. It was no longer just a suspicion, it was a fact. As she sat in her office, Amelia couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. All their hard work and perseverance had paid off. With this new information, they could finally take action and root out the corruption within the Ministry. It was a small victory in the ongoing battle against the attitude that gave rise to Voldemort and his followers, but it was a crucial one. Amelia knew they still had a long way to go, but this was a step in the right direction.
She was planning her approach to Minister Fudge, anticipating having a fight on her hands, considering how close Fudge was to Lucius Malfoy. A knock on her office door provided the perfect means to blunt any arguments the Minister put forward. Her visitor was the Head of the Goblin Liaison Office, Cuthbert Mockridge, who had been negotiating with the Senior Managers of Gringotts, to get access to Dolores Umbridge's banking information, because the Minister's Undersecretary had committed several serious offenses against Gringotts and the entire Goblin Nation. The offenses were heinous enough to break their confidentially rules, but when they opened up the transaction history for the last 12 months alone, there were multiple transfers to her account from Lucius Malfoy. There is nothing illegal in giving someone gold, but Cuthbert noticed an interesting coincidence, every time there was a donation to Umbridge, within 48 hours of the 'donation' either Dolores or somebody who owed her something, would propose a law to add to Pureblood privileges at the expense of the muggle-born or any non-English magicals. That on its' own was enough to get her interrogated with Veritaserum, and there would likely be additional charges depending on what comes out of the interrogation.
Amelia had to admit, if only to herself, but Fudge actually impressed her, once he understood how many members of the Ministry were either marked Death Eaters, or just willing to take bribes. There was no hesitation, swearing out arrest and interrogation warrants for every person named in the memories. He didn't even stumble over listing Lucius Malfoy as one of the priority suspects and would be one of the first to be arrested, after the Ministry employees so the alarm wouldn't get out to the suspects before they could be arrested.
The last of the Death Eaters was in a Ministry holding cell, including, to Dumbledore's annoyance, Severus Snape.
Having the Death Eaters and the rest locked up, the members of the Wizengamot selected as jurors were summoned, and once the courtroom was sealed, the memories of Pettigrew's interrogation were played and once the uproar about the treatment of Sirius Black subsided, Amelia brought Pettigrew into the courtroom, and the Barrister that was assigned to defend him, came down to the floor of the chamber and the trial began.
The outcome was never in doubt, even though the Barrister did the best he could, Pettigrew was convicted of all charges, and, there was a unanimous vote to have Pettigrew kissed by a Dementor. They gave the rat ten minutes to compose himself before he was taken to the Dementor, the time didn't help, the pathetic wretch was pleading and begging, struggling against the Aurors holding him until he was in the Dementor's grasp.
Knowing that the rest of the Veritaserum Interviews would be going on for several days, Amelia had complete confidence in Rufus Scrimgeour and Kingsley Shacklebolt to keep things under control and to know when they needed to contact her. She locked all the evidence in the secure personal vault that would only open for her, and then, stopping in the archives, found and signed for Sirius Black's wand.
When she reached the lobby, Amelia saw Albus and Remus Lupin waiting. Remus had managed, using an Adfero messenger, to reach Sirius, earlier that afternoon, and told him about the capture of Wormtail, and got him to wait in the Shrieking Shack. Remus, with Minerva's help, got a basket of food from the elves in the kitchen and found warm clothing that would fit Sirius. Remus brought the basket, clothes, and, courtesy of the Hogsmeade Apothecary, several different potions to help Sirius start recovering from his experience, and was waiting at the Shack when Sirius arrived.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Great Hall
Friday, December 24th, 1993
Near the end of Dinner
Harry, Hermione, and Luna had been talking all through the rest of dinner, barely noticing that the Great Hall was starting to empty. Harry had a good idea of what Luna was like, based on his reading, and was prepared to accept his new friend's quirks. Hermione, on the other hand, was clearly enjoying the conversation and seemed fascinated by the younger girl.
Although from the shy glances, Hermione was giving Luna and the smile Luna returned, Harry wondered if he was seeing a part of Hermione that wouldn't have been mentioned in the books, especially when the mess with the Goblet of Fire was putting pressure on all of them, and then Umbridge and his scar hurting the next year, she may not have felt comfortable enough to let her interest be noticeable.
Harry set the question aside, it wasn't any of his business, and Hermione was still going to be his best friend, unless she started fancying Snape, then he would take her to check for potions!
They were finishing the last of the pudding course when Harry saw Remus walking through the door, a wide smile on his face.
Before Harry could say anything, Remus leaned in and said, "Sirius was completely exonerated, and is receiving medical care in a private clinic. Pettigrew was given the Dementor's Kiss, he won't be spying on young boys or girls again. Professor Dumbledore and I were able to see Sirius and talk for a while, and when I told him how you used the Map to identify Pettigrew, if he'd been in his Animagus form, the mutt would have been chasing his tail in excitement."
When Harry and the others looked at him curiously, Remus told them about Sirius' Animagus form, and how Harry's dad was a stag. When Harry asked Remus if he had a form, the older man shook his head, "Unfortunately, I'm not able to become an Animagus, not everyone has the innate ability to transform."
Finishing up, Remus said, "Sirius is going to be sending you a letter tomorrow, along with Madame Bones, who's the Head of the Law Enforcement Department at the Ministry. He did want me to tell you that, you will receive a pretty extravagant present tomorrow that won't be signed for. He said that's to make up for all the birthdays and Christmas's he missed."
Harry didn't have to feign excitement, although he told Remus that it was knowing that he had a Godfather and the man cared about him. He was excited about Sirius, but the part of him that was still a young teenager was also excited as Hell about getting the Firebolt.
He said, "I'm looking forward to hearing from him, and will I be able to write back, or even visit him?"
"I'm not sure about visiting him right away, Sirius needs a lot of care to make up for the horrible situation he's been in for so many years. I'm sure when he's healthier you'll be able to visit him, but for now, you should be able to send a letter to him. Just send word to Madam Bones letting her know so she can add Hedwig to the wards where Sirius is staying. I'm sure that hearing from you will help him as much as a dozen potions."
Needless to say, Luna was extremely curious about the conversation but was polite enough not to ask. When Remus left to go up to the Staff Table to get the last of Dinner, Harry could see Luna's interest, and, speaking to her and Hermione, said,
"I don't know the entire story, but what I know is, Sirius Black, rather than being the Right-Hand Man of Voldemort," (and he was impressed that the blonde didn't even flinch at the name,) he was an Auror he was my Dad's Auror Partner, they had been friends as I'm sure you guess by what Professor Lupin was saying since they met on the Hogwarts Express. When my parents had to go into hiding, they used a charm called the Fidelus Charm, which hides a single secret inside someone, the Secret Keeper, and because he and Dad were so close, Sirius suggested that he be the Decoy, and trust another friend of theirs, Peter Pettigrew with the actual secret.
"Which is was a huge mistake, because Pettigrew was actually a spy and led the Dark Arse directly to my parents house. Sirius got to the house, found me alive, tried to heal the scar on my head, and then, turned baby me over to Hagrid so Sirius can track down Pettigrew. I think you know the rest of the story by now."
Looking up, Harry saw that other than Remus at the Staff Table, the three of them were the only ones in the room. Getting up, they escorted Luna back to Ravenclaw, and, agreeing to meet for breakfast, he and Hermione made their way back to Gryffindor Tower.
Catching sight of himself in a mirror, he scowled at the sight of Dudley's cast-offs and said to Hermione, "Can you do me a favor and ask Lavender or Parvati if they have an order form for Madame Malkins or Gladrags? Since I probably will not have to go back to the Dursleys' there's no reason to be forced to wear the baby whale's cast-offs."
Hermione nodded, "Of course, but if you can wait a few days, I can ask my mum and dad to get you some everyday, non-magical world walking around clothes. You can pay me back when they get here."
He grinned, "That would be brilliant, thank you! Do you know the measuring charm, because I don't know my sizes."
Hermione shook her head, "I don't, but I'm fairly certain Parvati does, do you want me to ask her?"
She was in luck, Parvati was in the room and had order forms for both shops and followed Hermione down to the Common Room, where Harry was waiting.
After getting his measurements written down, Parvati commented that certain colors would look better on him than others, she suggested clothes in shades of red, or earthy tones like olive green or brown.
Harry listed those colors on the order sheets, saying with a smile, "I'm going to take your word for the colors, Parvati, since you always look amazing when you are wearing your own outfits, and not the school uniform."
Parvati smiled happily, thanking him before heading back up to the dorm.
Hermione wondered at the change in her best friend, he was never all that comfortable talking to different girls, but he was almost flirting with Parvati, did he do it deliberately, or not even notice? Making a mental note to pay attention to Harry to see if she found any other changes.
Grabbing the list of sizes and colors, she asked Harry if she could ask Hedwig to take a letter for her.
As if in answer to her question, Hedwig came flying through a window and landed on her shoulder, sticking her leg out imperiously, making her and Harry laugh. With that, Harry stroked his familiars feathers before turning to go up to his dorm.
Filling out the order forms he pressed his vault key on the wax seal at the bottom of both forms and asked Dobby to take his orders to each of the shops.
Harry had said goodnight to Ron and Neville before pulling the curtains on his bed closed. He had just laid his head on the pillow when his eyes shot open as something occurred to him. Sooner or later either Dumbledore or Snape will try to use Legilimancy on him, and he has nothing close to shields. Calling for Dobby, he asked the little guy to take him up to the Come and Go Room, and then prepare several meals for him to eat. Before Dobby could leave, Harry stopped him and added several notebooks and biro's to take notes. He remembered the warning that the only thing you could take out of the room was something brought in with him.
Moments later, he was standing across from the tapestry of the trolls, and concentrating on a place where he could learn and practice Occlumency. On the third time walking past the wall, a door appeared in front of him.
Setting up the room the way it was, and was it only the day before? Harry found several books on organizing the mind and building shields along with other similar subjects. Dobby had gotten back from the kitchen with several days worth of meals, and clean clothes.
When he was as ready as possible, he activated the runes to give him the time he needed to study. Sitting down in the chair, he picked up the first book and started to read.
HRTB & HRTB & HRTB
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
The Come and Go Room
Friday, December 24th, 1993
Time Immaterial
Harry had just finished the last of the books and was considering getting some sleep before going back to the dorm. He wasn't just physically tired, but mentally exhausted from the effort of creating his shields and putting false memories in front of the shields. Of course, the work put into imagining shagging Pansy Parkinson in the Slytherin Common Room wasn't easy, but he managed it. He almost hoped that Snape would be the one to find that memory, it would drive him crazy trying to figure out how he had managed to get into the Slytherin Common Room, and Parkinson out of her knickers.
He was still smiling as he drifted off to sleep when something else he had read suddenly grabbed his attention. He didn't know why he hadn't paid attention to it when he read the Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, other than he was focusing on the immediate issues, and putting everything else to the side, but now, the fact that he had a piece of Riddle's soul in his scar wiped sleep away, immediately.
Concentrating on what he needed, Harry asked for ways to destroy a Horcrux, without damaging the container, especially a living container. Minutes later, three more books appeared on the reading table, and Harry gave a sigh of relief that there was a possible way to get rid of the scar without taking a Killing Curse to the face!
Checking the meals Dobby had prepared, there was enough for 6 more meals before having to leave the room. He wanted to start reading, but two pages into the first book, the words were blurring and he couldn't keep his eyes open. Marking his place in the book, he finally surrendered to the need for sleep.
Harry slept well, except for some oddly arousing dreams, where he actually was having sex with Pansy, but it was here in the room, not the Slytherin Dungeons. And, surprisingly, Pansy was loudly enthusiastic about the experience. A part of his mind determined to remember to talk to Sirius or Moony if there were places where he could get an education.
As if the Pansy dream had cleared the way, several other girls showed up, just as eager and enthusiastic as Pansy. First was Hermione, of course, then Luna found her way into the dreams, and he wondered if she were really as flexible in real life as she was in the dreams. There were too many other witches showing up, and eventually he fell deeper asleep, waking up several hours later refreshed.
After showering and dressing, he grabbed his notebook and pen, writing down the names and, if available, the author's of the books. Sitting back down, he picked up the book and was soon reading steadily, taking quite a few notes, until he found the description of a ritual that would accomplish what he needed. Reviewing the instructions, there were lists of ingredients to prepare and a large bowl made out of silver. He went through the other books and wrote down information that could be useful. Using the same code he used the last time, he protected all the information from prying eyes and prepared to go back to the dorm.
Deactivating the Runes, the room returned to normal time, and before he could blink, Dobby popped into the room with the clothes Harry had worn into the room. As soon as he was changed, Dobby took him back to his bed, and fell asleep almost without realizing it.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Quidditch Pitch
Saturday, December 25th, 1993
After Breakfast
Hermione noticed that Luna was shivering, sitting beside her in the bleachers over the Quidditch Pitch. Casting a warming charm on her new friend, Luna smiled gratefully before turning back to watch Harry and the two youngest Weasleys. Both of the redheads seem to have broken through the shock of finding out about Scabbers.
Letting Ron and Ginny fly on the Firebolt seemed to help Ron and his sister to get over the way they were fooled by the rat. Of course, the two of them, and Percy perked up finding out that Pettigrew was Kissed, so he couldn't spy on them any more.
Then Harry had suggested going for a fly, to help Ginny practice at Seeker, and the two of them had their coats on before Harry finished speaking.
So now, Ron was flying one of the twin's brooms, Harry on the other, both of them tossing golf balls in the air, while Ginny, grinning widely, was flying the Firebolt doing her best to find and catch each of the balls before they hit the ground. All three of them laughing and joking around, obviously happy to be having fun together.
Hermione was glad that Harry had people who shared his enjoyment of Quidditch, because she really didn't understand why it fascinated so many people. She went to the games to support Gryffindor, and Harry, but would be happier curled up in front of the fireplace with a book and a mug of hot chocolate, but then, she would rather be reading comfortably than almost any other activity.
Luna got her attention, saying quietly, "I think they are about finished, so we can go back inside where it's warmer and the two of us can go to the library to look up information for Buckbeak's appeal. I don't think Harry will be able to sit quietly and read, do you?"
Hermione grinned wryly, shaking her head, "No, you're right, Harry has a lot of good points, but he is still a boy, and happier doing physical things."
Looking up at the laughter, she saw Harry and the Weasleys landing in front of the bleachers, which was enough for her and Luna to get off the cold metal bench. As the two of them got closer to Harry, Hermione heard him saying,
"I hope you're planning to try out next year, Gin, you have all the right skills and attitude to be a seeker, and I'm going to get with the others on the team about creating a second team to get younger players some flying time and practice for their positions."
Harry looked over at Ron and continued, "We can spend the next few days working on your Keeping skills, so you can try out next September, Ollie is graduating this year and the spot will be open."
When the two girls joined them, the five went back inside, just chatting, and Harry was hoping to get a letter from Sirius so he could write back, and to Madame Bones so Hedwig can be added to the mail wards. He knew he was smiling like a loon, but he didn't care, in just the last day, he had changed things for the better for he, Sirius, and Luna too, and there's still several months before the long holiday to get even more things changed.
Harry couldn't wait!
HRTB & HRTB & HRTB
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Hallway outside of the Library
Saturday, December 25th, 1993
Before Lunch
Harry had just left Hermione and Luna at the Library, they had waited patiently enough for Harry to take a quick shower and change into his new clothes. He had been pleasantly surprised to see the packages of clothing, underwear and all, sitting with his gifts.
He was glad he had taken the time to get presentable, and getting wolf whistles from Parvati and Lavender was kind of a fun feeling as well, before escorting Hermione and Luna to the Library.
Heading down the passageway, he heard his name being called, and turned to see Susan Bones hurrying toward him. Curious, he waited for her to reach him, a friendly smile on his face.
Susan smiled in return as she caught up with him, "Thanks for waiting for me, Harry, I thought I was going to have to catch you at Lunch. I've got an envelope for you, from my Aunt Amelia, who is the head of Law Enforcement."
Reaching into her robe pocket, Susan pulled out a sealed envelope and handed it to him.
"Thanks for delivering the letter, Susan, I was actually expecting to hear from her, Professor Lupin told me last night. I thought I would be getting an Owl, but I have no objection to getting mail from an attractive girl."
Susan blushed at the compliment, but kept her voice steady,
"Well, Thank you for compliment Harry, and I have to say I like the new clothes, were they Christmas gifts?"
"Yes, sort of, they are presents from me, to me. And that is clear as mud, isn't it?"
"Well, yeah kinda," Susan agreed.
Harry gave Susan a short version of the Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew disaster, and mentioned that, since he would not be going back to his relatives, there was no reason to wear the rags they forced him to wear.
Susan was honestly shocked at hearing how he was treated, "Didn't any of the teachers, or Madam Pomfrey notice? It's their job to pay attention to students, to find out if they are treated badly at home!"
Harry shrugged, "Not that I'm aware of, even if it would do any good if they did notice, Dumbledore says that I have to stay with my mum's sister because of some kind of protection. I can do without the protection if it means being fed regularly, clothed decently, and a comfortable place to sleep!"
Harry realized he'd raised his voice, and lowered it back to a conversational level. "Sorry, I guess that's been building up for a while. You are a very good listener though, Susan, but I shouldn't have dumped all that on you."
Susan attempted a smile, but there was anger in her eyes, and Harry just hoped it wasn't aimed at him.
"You're very welcome, and you needed to let that out. I'm just glad you trusted me enough to let me know about how it is. What I will do, if the Headmaster tries to make you go back to those people, I'll get my Aunt to invite you to spend part of the summer holiday with us, would that be okay?"
"That would be amazing, I'm hoping that Sirius will be healthy enough for me to live with him, but if not, I would certainly take you up on that offer, as long as your Aunt agrees, I'd hate to have her arrest me for flirting with you." The last was said with a grin, even though he was starting to think about Susan as somebody he would enjoy spending time with.
Fortunately, Susan gave a light laugh, "Don't worry, I'll make sure to tell her that I like it when you flirt, so the worst that would happen to you is getting the stink-eye from Aunt Amelia."
With that, they separated, Susan to go back to the Sett to write a letter to her Aunt, and Harry to find an empty classroom where he could put up Privacy charms and sat down to read the letters...
End Chapter Two
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FIC: Harry Read the Books Chapter Three PG-13
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STORY TITLE: Harry Read The Books
PART: 03 of ??
AUTHOR: Red Jacobson (red.jacobson@gmail.com)
DISTRIBUTION: FanFiction.net, Archive of Our Own, Hentai-Foundry, Questionable Questing
DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me; they all belong to JK Rowling and her publishers.
SUMMARY: Christmas of Third Year, in addition to the Firebolt, Harry finds a series of seven books, and a pamphlet titled 'And What Happens Afterward.'
FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster
RELATIONSHIPS: Harry/Multi
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: <5,866>
SPOILERS: None, if you don't know how the Harry Potter story goes by now, why are you reading this story?
WARNINGS: If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, Dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: To avoid the Underage issue, Hogwarts starts at 13 years old, so everybody is at least 16 when they start doing the nasty. There isn't any lemon planned for the first few chapters, and only when it makes sense in the story to include one after that.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Empty Classroom
Saturday, December 23rd, 1993
10 Minutes after the Prior Scene
After making sure that nobody would be able to find him, he put a Notice-Me-Not spell on the door into the room. Harry had checked that there were no portraits or sculptures that could be used to watch him. Satisfied, Harry cleaned the dust off the Professor's desk and chair, wondering what class had been held here, and why it stopped? Deciding to check with Remus to see if he knew, he sat down in the chair and opened the letter from Amelia Bones.
"Happy Christmas, Mister Potter,
My name is Amelia Bones, and as my niece Susan would have told you, I'm the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, usually just called 'the DMLE,' it's less of a mouthful.
First of all, please accept my thanks and congratulations for capturing Peter Pettigrew. You probably weren't aware of this, but we were able to interrogate Pettigrew under Veratiserum, the strongest Truth Serum that is known to the Wizarding World. Several interesting things came out of the interrogation, including the names of all of Voldemort's closest followers. That, and other information, allowed us to ruin the holiday for quite a few 'upstanding citizens' and interrogated them under Veratiserum as well.
As a result of the interrogations, we currently have all of the Marked Death Eaters in custody, including your Potions Professor, and their trials are to start on Wednesday. The accused are given that time to engage a Barrister as well as try to formulate a defense of some kind. I'm determined that we will be conducting every single trial exactly by the book; there won't be any appeals saying we didn't follow procedure.
But enough of the official part of this letter, I'm happy to tell you that you will be receiving an invitation for you and a plus one to the Ministry Winter Ball, that will be held on Thursday, December 30th of this year, starting at Eight O'clock, so plan to be there by 7:30 at the latest, this will be your first public appearance, and, like it or not. You will be judged on your performance. I'll be there to try and answer any of the questions you aren't sure of. Now that I've got you nervous and wanting to decline, I have to recommend you attend. You are being invited personally by Minister Fudge, and it would embarrass him if you didn't show up. The Minister is a politician, but he's showing signs of being a very effective one, and there is no upside to embarrassing him.
Now, since this is a Ball, there will be dancing, so if you don't know how to dance, I recommend learning as quickly as you can. You will be receiving a timed portkey with your invitation that will take you from Hogwarts directly to the front lobby of the Ministry. Another thing, you will need dress robes and a suit under the robes. I recommend Brummel's Gentlemen's Attire in Hogsmeade. Speak to Beau, who is the owner. I'll contact him to let him know you will be coming to see him.
In this envelope, you will find something you should find extremely useful. When I was talking to the Minister, he mentioned the situation with the Hogsmeade slip and realizing that it would make it difficult to get ready for the Ball, I dug up a blank permission form and took it to your Godfather. Sirius was happy to sign it so that you can join in on Hogsmeade weekends.
If you send me a description of your owl, Hedwig, and if she will allow it, one of her feathers, I will make sure that she is added to the wards that are protecting Sirius while he recovers.
Sincerely,
Amelia S. Bones, Director DMLE
Looking inside the envelope, there was the signed permission slip, and he pulled one of his notepads and a biro out of his pocket and made a note to say thank you to Madame Bones for thinking about his situation.
Looking at his horrid handwriting, Harry knew that people would get an impression of him by looking at his penmanship. He'd also received a couple of firm comments on his essays from Professor McGonagall.
Deciding to use the Room of Requirements to practice his penmanship, he called for Dobby and, when the elf arrived, practically bouncing with excitement, Harry asked the elf if he was free, or had he bound himself to Harry?
If an elf could go pale, Dobby would have looked like he'd seen an unfriendly ghost, pulling his ears nervously, before admitting that yes, he had bound himself to Great Harry Potter Sir before sending bad former master down the stairs.
"That's fine, Dobby, and welcome to the Potter Family," Harry said with a smile, putting out his hand to rest on Dobby's shoulder. Amazingly, Dobby actually started growing, and he was standing straighter, his dirty pillowcase changed to a clean white pillowcase, with the Potter Crest over the left breast.
After Dobby admired himself in the mirror he created, he turned to Harry, and asked, "What are your orders, Master?"
Harry blinked in confusion, not expecting clear speech, instead of the normal way he was used to hearing Dobby talk, but put it aside for later. "Yes, Dobby, I'm going to be spending time in the Come and Go Room. Can you get meals ready for about seven days? I may not need the whole time, but it is better to have more time than I need."
"Certainly, Sir, and you would want your clothing taken care of as normal?"
"Yes, please. And now that you are part of the Potter family, such as it is, are you able to feel if there are any more Potter elves still alive?"
Dobby closed his eyes briefly, frowning in concentration before opening his eyes and saying, "Yes, Master, there are at least two, maybe three hands of Potter elves, and some of them are growing weak for not having the Potter magic feeding them."
"That won't do at all! Before you worry about the meals and my clothes, will you bring all the elves to me, in groups of five, starting with the weakest ones? Bring them here to this room, and I will welcome them back to the Potter family."
Harry spent the next 45 minutes reconnecting the Potter Elves to his magic, and all of the elves underwent the same change that Dobby did, before popping away back to their houses to start repairing them for the Master to live in.
Five Days in Time Compression Later
About Twenty Minutes Outside Time
Harry was massaging his right hand, working the soreness out of the fingers and palm. It was tough, but he finally learned how to write legibly with either a quill or a biro. Now that he won't embarrass himself with his handwriting, he could work on writing Madame Bones a letter. Harry assumed that she was a pureblood, since she had such a high position in the Ministry. He needed to find a way to observe the proper formalities when writing to her, and he could accomplish two things at once by visiting the Hufflepuff Sett, because he was going to ask Susan to be his date to the Ministry Ball on Thursday.
Harry ended the time compression, and less than a minute later, Dobby arrived with the clothes he had been wearing and took the dirty clothes and towels with him to get them cleaned.
Walking quickly toward the stairs, he finally reached the Sett and took a minute to catch his breath. Using the steps to go down eight floors shouldn't make him puff like Dudley running around the track. He needed to get more exercise than just sitting on a broom, but he could look into what he needed to do in the morning. He had something much more important to do.
Knocking on the door, he would swear it looked like a doorway into a hobbit's burrow, the way it was described in the books. But luck was with him, and Susan was the Puff that opened the door. Her face lit up in a smile when she saw him, and Harry grinned back and said, "Hi again, Susan. Did you have a couple of minutes to talk?"
"Sure, just let me grab my bag and I'll be ready."
"You won't need to bring luggage, Susan, we are just heading toward the library." He said with a smile, letting the girl know he was teasing. Very maturely, Susan stuck her tongue out at him before pulling it back and giggling.
When Susan closed the door behind her, he offered her his arm, and Susan blinked in surprise. She wasn't expecting that, but she took it, and they started walking. When they reached the stairs going up, Harry stopped and turned to look at her.
"I actually had two reasons I wanted to talk to you without everybody and his pet kneazle listening in. The letter from your Aunt told me that I will be receiving an invitation from the Minister to the Ball on Thursday night. The invitation is for me and a guest, and I wanted to ask if you would be willing to be my date?"
Susan's smile was blinding, and she said, "Of course I will, Harry, and thank you for asking me. But what was the other reason you wanted to talk?"
"I need to write back to your Aunt, but, assuming that you are purebloods, I have no idea how to write a letter using the proper forms, and I hope you can help me find the information. That's why I said we would be heading toward the Library."
Susan thought for a couple of seconds before saying, "I know just where to get that information, but, while Auntie will appreciate you making the effort, it's not really necessary; we aren't that formal, unless we need to be."
"That's good to know, but I still need to know the formal language for any other correspondence I write, so it won't do me any harm to practice with a letter to your Aunt, right?"
"True, and since you were raised in the Muggle world, you don't know the proper greetings, and what the faux pas to avoid are. And, from what I've heard, on the Express our first trip, Draco Malfoy offered his hand to you, and you refused to shake. That is a grievous offence to the traditional families. That's almost certainly why he has done everything he could to cause trouble for you."
Harry groaned, "He's been a pain in my rear because I didn't know I was insulting him. Ron Weasley was right there, he could have said something, his family are purebloods."
"But they are not a traditionalist family, so he might not have realized the significance. If it had been one of his brothers, they would have known and told you."
"Shite! Oh, sorry about the language, but I've got to try and fix this. Maybe we can find an apology letter with the other information."
"I'm sure we will," then she gave him a quick grin, "And don't worry about the language, I'm not about to fill your mouth with soap, I've been known to use some choice words myself when needed."
Harry mock wiped the sweat from his brow, making Susan laugh, and, still laughing, they made their way to the Library.
Hogwarts Library
Immediately After the Prior Scene
Harry saw that Hermione and Luna were surrounded by piles of books and felt a twinge of guilt that he wasn't helping, but then he realized, if Malfoy and McNair were both put in Azkaban, there wouldn't be anyone pushing for Buckbeak's execution. He couldn't tell Hermione or Luna that, sadly, they would want to know where he found out about Malfoy and the others, and he wasn't going to say anything until it was in the Prophet.
Still arm in arm, Susan led him deeper into the stacks until she found the section she was looking for. Reaching up with her free hand, she pointed at two particular books, and, since she only had one hand free, Harry was a gentleman and used his free hand to pick up the second book. Books in hand, they looked at each other and laughed quietly; they didn't want to disturb the Ogre of the Library after all.
Finding a table further back, against a window, they sat down, and Susan helped him find the different letters he needed. He started with the letter to Susan's Aunt, since that would be the easiest one to write.
Before starting the letters, Harry cast a silencing spell around them, sound could come in, but not go outside the range of the spell.
It took a bit over half an hour before the draft letter was approved by Susan, including the description of Hedwig, and he carefully copied the letter onto the parchment he had Dobby bring him from his trunk.
Folding it up, he set that letter to the side, awaiting one of his pretty bird's feathers before being sent off, and started working on phrasing an apology to somebody he would just as soon feed to Aragog as look at him. Still, he was in the wrong, not deliberately, but he did give offense to Draco, so he could hopefully get the boy to treat him neutrally, if not cordially.
It took twice as long to get an acceptable draft of the letter, and, after working his hand to relax the muscles, he started transferring the letter onto parchment.
Heir Malfoy,
I was just informed, less than two hours ago, that I gave insult to you inadvertently by not shaking your hand on the Hogwarts Express. I was unaware of the importance of the handshake in the Wizarding World, and I sincerely apologize.
To offer slight mitigation of my ignorance, I do not know if you were aware, but from the night my parents were killed until Hagrid delivered my Hogwarts letter, I had no idea that magic even existed, or that I was a Wizard. I was raised by the worst examples of muggles that you could imagine, living down to every negative opinion you would have about muggles. I was forbidden even to mention anything that wasn't their idea of 'normal'. And, while I am fond of Hagrid, he was absolutely not the person to introduce me to the Wizarding World. And, my Magical Guardian, who would be expected to teach me what I needed to know, up until my Birthday last summer, had been locked up unjustly in Azkaban. And I'm told that Azkaban is no one's idea of a pleasure spot. Once my Godfather, Lord Black, recovers from his ordeal, I would expect that he would start educating me.
And, with my apology, if you accept it, we can start again. I doubt that we would be friends, but if we can agree to neutrality, it would make both of our lives less difficult, agreed?
Sincerely,
Harry J. Potter
Heir Potter
"Well, I've done what I could to fix things, and it's up to him now. And thank you again for all your help, I would have been lost trying to write something on my own. I probably would have insulted your ancestors or something." Harry finished with a smile, which was returned by Susan, who said,
"Oh yes, that would be very bad, it might even get you transferred to Slytherin!"
He stared at her in disbelief for a long moment before his lip twitched, and he started to laugh, and Susan was laughing right with him.
After a quick trip to the Owlery, Hedwig shook loose one of her wing feathers without being asked, and once again Harry wondered at just how intelligent his owl is. Putting the feather into the envelope, and soon Hedwig was on her way to London to deliver her letter.
Once she was out of sight, Susan handed him the letter to Draco, and he gave it to one of the school owls to deliver.
Their growling stomachs reminded them it was time for tea, so they headed back to the Great Hall, and without even thinking about it, Harry invited Susan to join him at the Gryffindor table.
Susan agreed but said that in return, he needed to visit the Hufflepuff table for breakfast. Harry smiled and, on a whim, gave his new friend, possibly his girlfriend, a florid bow, making her snicker, "Get up, you prat, I'll tell you when it's time to start bowing to me, but it's not yet!"
They were standing close to Hermione and Luna, and while Hermione snorted at Susan's comment, Luna just looked at the two of them with a dreamy smile.
Sitting down opposite Hermione and Luna, Harry introduced Susan to the girls. Hermione already knew Susan, of course, but since Luna was in a different year and house, she didn't know Susan at all.
Ron was sitting a bit further down the table, involved in a deep conversation with Katie Bell. And while it's possible they were talking Quidditch, from the way Katie was leaning forward and the smile on her face, Harry was sure the conversation had left Quidditch far behind. Mentally wishing Ron luck, Harry turned back to the conversation between Susan and Hermione.
The conversation seemed to be about the Ancient Runes assignment Professor Babbling had set for them over the holiday, and, while Luna seemed to follow the tangents the two girls were following, Harry was lost about 30 seconds into the conversation, but it did sound a lot more interesting than Divination. Was it too late to change electives?
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Great Hall
Sunday, December 26th, 1993
8:00 AM
Harry and Susan were coming up the stairs from the Sett hand in hand when they were intercepted. Draco stepped out of the shadow of a doorway and approached the two of them. Susan looked at Harry, who quietly said, "Go on in and save me a seat at the Badger table; this shouldn't take long."
Susan nodded, squeezing his hand quickly before letting go and heading to the door to the Hall.
Once Susan was inside the Hall, Draco said, "Heir Potter, I received your letter, and I accept your apology. I agree that there is too much between us, personality as well as politics, for us to be friends, but I'm willing to go for a cordial neutrality if you are willing to meet me halfway."
Harry held out his hand, "Gladly, and I will sit on Ron and the twins to let up on the pranks on Slytherin, and I'll try to get Hermione to recognize other opinions but hers. She's my best friend, but sometimes she could be as stubborn as Professor Dumbledore!"
Draco reached out, taking Harry's hand and shook it. "Hello, I'm Draco Malfoy, it's a pleasure to meet you, Heir Potter."
With a smile, Harry responded, "Please, call me Harry, and when we have time, perhaps we could sit down and discuss the Traditionalist Point of View, as my letter said, my education is sorely lacking in several important areas."
Draco smiled in return, an actual smile, not the smirk that normally graced his face. "I can understand that and would be willing to provide you with copies of some of my books that cover the Great Families of the British Wizarding Society, one of whom is the Potter family. The Potters are actually one of the oldest families in Britain, one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight."
Draco must have seen the incomprehension in his eyes, and he said, "You have no idea, do you? You need my help, even if we don't agree politically, I won't let you get eaten alive by the sharks who are part of the so-called Upper Crust of Society. But for now, the Sacred Twenty-Eight are the 28 families who gave of their blood and magic to establish the Wizengamot so they could debate and decide any decisions that needed to be resolved. There are a few other members of the 28 here, in fact, your girlfriend is one of them. Even though I dislike them for squandering their heritage, the Weasleys are also part of the 28. If we can meet tomorrow about this time, I'll have a couple of the books for you to read, and we can discuss them when you finish. And I'll tell Pansy and Greg, and Vince to back off the insults as well." Holding his hand out, Harry shook it without hesitation, and Draco said, "This has been a productive conversation, and I don't know about you, but I'm hungry!"
Nodding his agreement, Harry headed toward the open door to the Hall, Draco waiting by the stairs so there wouldn't be questions about them walking in together. A quick look at the Badger table, and he saw Susan holding a seat open between her and Hannah Abbott. Walking past the Gryffindor table, Hermione and Luna were sitting together, talking quietly, while Ron and Katie's conversation was still going on; the two of them were totally oblivious to anything around them.
Taking his seat next to Susan, it was her turn to do the introductions, which briefly turned awkward when it came to Justin Finch-Fletchley, who averted his eyes and looked embarrassed. Harry realized that Justin was still upset about his behavior after the Dueling Club, but before he could say anything to reassure Justin, he pulled something from deep inside and looked Harry right in the eye and said,
"I'm sorry it's taken so long, but I apologize for my behavior last year. I reacted so badly because, even though I don't talk about it, I have a phobia of snakes after having one try to bite my leg off when I was about eight years old. It was obvious that you weren't the Heir of Slytherin, when muggleborn were most of the victims. Since your mother was a muggleborn, and Hermione is your best friend, it was foolish to think you could be the Heir."
Harry reached out to Justin, his hand held out to shake, and Justin grasped it. Harry said, "Apology accepted, and yeah, I was a bit hurt last year, but I got over it, it was just another fun-filled year of thrills, spills and danger for the scar who lived!" He obviously was saying that with tongue firmly in cheek, and Justin relaxed enough to laugh along with the others around them.
With that, the rest of the meal went smoothly, although, with how pointed Hannah's questions were, it was clear that she had interrogated Susan thoroughly back in their dorms the night before. Harry easily answered the questions before turning to Ernie Macmillan and starting to talk to him.
Monday, December 27th, 1993
11:00 AM
The wind was frigid as Harry and Susan stepped out of the carriage in front of the Three Broomsticks. "Want to stop in and have a mug of warm cider? I want to try and thaw at least a little before having to shop for clothing."
Susan looked at him, eyes full of pity. He had no idea how much Susan enjoyed shopping, but he would find out if they started dating seriously. But she just nodded, "That sounds good, and Auntie swears that Brummel's makes the best formal robes and suits that she's ever seen. Supposedly, when he isn't sitting in a holding cell, Lucius Malfoy shopped there, and like the man or loathe him, but the man did have style."
Harry chuckled, and Susan said, "Okay, was there a joke I'm missing, because I can't think of anything funny in what I said."
"It wasn't anything about what you said, it's just that thinking of Lucius Malfoy reminds me of one of my favorite memories. But let's get warmed up, and I'll tell you what I was thinking about."
"This must be one heck of a story, Harry, so I'll grab us a table and you can get the cider, okay?"
Harry saluted her, "Yes, Ma'am, right away, Ma'am!" as he pulled open the door to let Susan get inside. Seeing where she found a table, Harry walked up to the bar and paid for two of the mugs of warm cider, the smell of cinnamon wafting into his nostrils, and he hoped that the drink tasted as good as it smelled.
Setting Susan's mug in front of her, he took a seat next to her and raised the drink to his lips. Taking a couple of sips, Harry sighed in satisfaction, "Delicious!"
Waiting for Susan to take her first drink, and she enjoyed just as much as he did, Harry said, "It was right at the end of last year, right after Fawkes brought me, Ron, Ginny, that idiot Lockhart and the Sorting Hat from the Chamber of Secrets into Dumbledore's Office, and he was sitting there, as if he was waiting for me, but I didn't think about it at the time.
"Now, to give a bit of background, a house elf that I won't name, since he's bonded to the family and I don't want to accidentally call him. This elf was trying to keep me from going to Hogwarts because of a terrible danger. He wouldn't say who his Master was, and didn't know anything specific about the danger, so he was not exactly convincing. When I argued that I needed to go to Hogwarts so I could help my friends, the elf got frustrated and pulled a stunt that caused me a crapload of trouble. He floated a big, well-decorated cake and dropped it on the head of one of the visitors to the house that night. Once the Weasley brothers rescued me and Hedwig and got us out of there, the rest of the summer was great.
"But when we went to Kings Crossing, the barrier shut solid, I couldn't get through, and neither could Ron. Now, you realize that the two of us were just 14, and boys at 14 are idiots, puberty is hitting them with both barrels and switches off their common sense. So, instead of waiting for Mr. and Mrs. Weasley to come back to find out what kept us, which would have been the sensible thing to do, Ron has the brilliant idea to fly his dad's car to Hogwarts by following the Express.
"You probably remember how that ended, crashing the car into the Whomping Willow and then we were ejected from the car, and it drove by itself into the Forbidden Forest, where it stayed until the night before we ended up in the Chamber, and the car saved Ron and me from a huge clan of Acromantulas, but that's another story.
"Do you remember the Quidditch game where the bludger kept attacking me, even without being hit by one of the beaters? Well, that was that same elf, who wanted me to be too hurt to get into trouble. I didn't understand the reasoning, and I don't think anybody else would either.
"But, to get back to Dumbledore's office, Ron and Ginny and the idiot were hustled off to see Madame Pomfrey, and I'm the one who almost died from basilisk venom, but Fawkes cried into the wound and saved me, but I still should have gone to the Infirmary with the others. But no, Dumbledore decided he wanted to chat! I was exhausted, filthy, in pain, and starving, but he just sat behind his desk, eyes twinkling madly, brushing off all my questions with platitudes, to the point where I would cheerfully have strangled him with his beard.
"But anyway, while we are in the office, Lucius stormed into the office, demanding to know why Dumbledore was back at Hogwarts when he had been suspended. I didn't really pay attention because, dressed in rags and desperately trying to clean the mud off Malfoy's boots, was a very familiar house elf. Everything fell into place; it was Lucius planting a cursed diary into Ginny Weasley's textbook when it was knocked out of her cauldron, and the diary belonged to Voldemort when he still went by his birth name, Tom Marvelo Riddle, named after his Muggle father.
That diary was the cause of all the problems last year. But when Lucius turned to leave, I pulled off one of my filthy, blood and mud-crusted socks and put it inside the diary. I called after Malfoy and returned the diary to him. He glared at me and then shoved the diary at Dobby, the house elf I was talking about. I was counting on Malfoy giving the diary to Dobby, although Dobby gave me a betrayed look until I made him understand he needed to open the book. When he found the sock, freeing him, the little guy was practically dancing; he was so happy. That did not amuse Malfoy in the slightest, and he drew his wand to cast something, started 'Avada' or something like that, but Dobby shoved out his hand, and Lucius tumbled down the stairs, arse over elbow, his perfectly combed hair not so perfect anymore, and he had scraped one of the knees out of his trousers. That was the last time I saw Lucius Malfoy, and now do you understand why I call that one of my favorite memories?"
Susan wasn't smiling but looking at him intently. "I have so many questions about your story that I don't even know where to start. But I need to double check, you did say that the spell Malfoy was starting to cast sounded like 'Avada'?"
Harry pretended to think, searching his memory, before he nodded emphatically, "Yes, it sounded just like that. Why? Is that important?"
"Very important, and I'm going to have to let Auntie know, so she can question Malfoy about that whole incident. Nobody ever knew that he was behind it, and that will be enough to see the monster get the Kiss, if he isn't tossed through the Veil of Death. He deserves it!"
Susan was getting upset, and Harry didn't understand why, but he reached out and took her hand, offering what comfort he could. "It seems that you have a personal reason for hating the man. Do you want to talk about it?"
Visibly calming herself, Susan started talking, "I don't know if you are aware, but I'm an orphan too. I was staying overnight at Hannah's house the night the Death Eaters butchered my family. It was never proven which of the monsters was with their precious 'Dark Lord' when they blew open the doors and twenty of them attacked my parents and older brother. Smidgen, who is Auntie's elf now, used to serve my parents, and she described one of the attackers, tall, slender, blonde hair showing out of the sides of the mask, and he carried his wand in a cane. Who does that sound like to you?"
"Oh! I'm sorry for bringing those memories back; I didn't mean to make you unhappy. But, if there is anything I can do to help, name it!"
"Would you be willing to tell Auntie your story, and show the memory of Lucius attempting to cast the Killing Curse at you?"
"It was the green spell? I barely remember my mum, but I do remember a flash of green light, and my mum was gone. That's not something you easily forget. So yes, get in touch with your Aunt, and I'll give her whatever memories she wants."
'Thank you, Harry, this means a lot to me, and to Auntie as well." Reaching into her ever-present bag, Susan pulled out a small book, but when she opened it, the pages were blank. Susan tapped the first page with her wand, and a moment later, Madame Bones' handwriting appeared on the page. He recognized the handwriting from the letter Susan had given him. The writing read, 'What do you need, Susie, are you okay?"
Susan started writing, and from what Harry could see, she was going over the story of Lucius and the Diary, and I would let her copy any memories she wanted to put the man away.
Susan's writing disappeared, and then the page started filling up, almost faster than he could read, but then Madame Bones asked where they were, and to stay there, she would be there within 30 minutes; she needed to get something to bring with her.
"I guess we're going shopping a bit later than planned, don't you?" Harry said as he drained his mug. Gesturing to Susan's mug, she emptied hers and handed it to him. Taking the mugs up to Rosmerta, she took his mugs and gave him two fresh ones.
They were still sipping the warm drink when Madame Bones came through the front door and headed to their table.
A quick word with Rosmerta, and they were going up the stairs, and there was an open door in front of them, and Harry could see a conference table and chairs. Rosmerta pulled the door closed behind her, and Madame Bones cast the locking and privacy charms, before putting a stone basin covered with what he thought were runes, on the table, and the questioning started, it was easier to go over the story a second time and expanding on some of the things he only lightly touched on the first time.
By the time the questions were finished, four sheets of parchment were filled with writing. Harry had never seen a quill that wrote by itself, and the parchment glowed when it was full. Seeing he had questions, the Director explained that the quill and parchment were enchanted for a specific purpose and could only be used for that purpose. Together, they were referred to as an interview kit. The quill would write down exactly what questions were asked, and if any of the answers were false, or only part of the answer, the ink would glow red, letting the Auror know to go back to that question.
Harry was relieved that his answers didn't show up as anything was missing; his memory was still good.
When the parchment and quill were put away, Susan's Aunt explained that the basin was called a Pensieve, and it can show memories that are placed in the bowl, and then they can be returned. Harry was honestly fascinated and was more determined than ever to drop divination and take Ancient Runes. He wouldn't even mind if he had to be in class with third years; the subject was just too interesting!
With Madame Bones asking questions about certain incidents from last year, they brought the memory to the surface, and she put her wand to his temple and drew out the memory. She ended up copying around 10 memories and storing them in sealed vials, to go over back in her office.
With a hug between Susan and her Aunt, and a brief handshake, the older woman took down the spells and left the room. She was already gone by the time he and Susan had their jackets and gloves on to make their way to the Shopping Trip of Doom!
End Chapter Three
NOTE:
There is a good bit of unhappiness with the Harry-Draco conversation, so I'd like to give a bit of Harry's viewpoint. First, yes, he is pissed that Draco didn't get sent to Azkaban in canon, but the Draco who cast the Unforgivables in Half-Baked Plot isn't the Draco of this story. Harry is trying to move him away from that future. Draco won't be influenced by Lucius due to his imprisonment or execution, and Narcissa will (at least in my head-canon) be working to open Draco's eyes to just what following the Dark Lord really means,
Hopefully this clarifies Harry's reasoning
PART: 03 of ??
AUTHOR: Red Jacobson (red.jacobson@gmail.com)
DISTRIBUTION: FanFiction.net, Archive of Our Own, Hentai-Foundry, Questionable Questing
DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me; they all belong to JK Rowling and her publishers.
SUMMARY: Christmas of Third Year, in addition to the Firebolt, Harry finds a series of seven books, and a pamphlet titled 'And What Happens Afterward.'
FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster
RELATIONSHIPS: Harry/Multi
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: <5,866>
SPOILERS: None, if you don't know how the Harry Potter story goes by now, why are you reading this story?
WARNINGS: If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, Dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: To avoid the Underage issue, Hogwarts starts at 13 years old, so everybody is at least 16 when they start doing the nasty. There isn't any lemon planned for the first few chapters, and only when it makes sense in the story to include one after that.
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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Empty Classroom
Saturday, December 23rd, 1993
10 Minutes after the Prior Scene
After making sure that nobody would be able to find him, he put a Notice-Me-Not spell on the door into the room. Harry had checked that there were no portraits or sculptures that could be used to watch him. Satisfied, Harry cleaned the dust off the Professor's desk and chair, wondering what class had been held here, and why it stopped? Deciding to check with Remus to see if he knew, he sat down in the chair and opened the letter from Amelia Bones.
"Happy Christmas, Mister Potter,
My name is Amelia Bones, and as my niece Susan would have told you, I'm the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, usually just called 'the DMLE,' it's less of a mouthful.
First of all, please accept my thanks and congratulations for capturing Peter Pettigrew. You probably weren't aware of this, but we were able to interrogate Pettigrew under Veratiserum, the strongest Truth Serum that is known to the Wizarding World. Several interesting things came out of the interrogation, including the names of all of Voldemort's closest followers. That, and other information, allowed us to ruin the holiday for quite a few 'upstanding citizens' and interrogated them under Veratiserum as well.
As a result of the interrogations, we currently have all of the Marked Death Eaters in custody, including your Potions Professor, and their trials are to start on Wednesday. The accused are given that time to engage a Barrister as well as try to formulate a defense of some kind. I'm determined that we will be conducting every single trial exactly by the book; there won't be any appeals saying we didn't follow procedure.
But enough of the official part of this letter, I'm happy to tell you that you will be receiving an invitation for you and a plus one to the Ministry Winter Ball, that will be held on Thursday, December 30th of this year, starting at Eight O'clock, so plan to be there by 7:30 at the latest, this will be your first public appearance, and, like it or not. You will be judged on your performance. I'll be there to try and answer any of the questions you aren't sure of. Now that I've got you nervous and wanting to decline, I have to recommend you attend. You are being invited personally by Minister Fudge, and it would embarrass him if you didn't show up. The Minister is a politician, but he's showing signs of being a very effective one, and there is no upside to embarrassing him.
Now, since this is a Ball, there will be dancing, so if you don't know how to dance, I recommend learning as quickly as you can. You will be receiving a timed portkey with your invitation that will take you from Hogwarts directly to the front lobby of the Ministry. Another thing, you will need dress robes and a suit under the robes. I recommend Brummel's Gentlemen's Attire in Hogsmeade. Speak to Beau, who is the owner. I'll contact him to let him know you will be coming to see him.
In this envelope, you will find something you should find extremely useful. When I was talking to the Minister, he mentioned the situation with the Hogsmeade slip and realizing that it would make it difficult to get ready for the Ball, I dug up a blank permission form and took it to your Godfather. Sirius was happy to sign it so that you can join in on Hogsmeade weekends.
If you send me a description of your owl, Hedwig, and if she will allow it, one of her feathers, I will make sure that she is added to the wards that are protecting Sirius while he recovers.
Sincerely,
Amelia S. Bones, Director DMLE
Looking inside the envelope, there was the signed permission slip, and he pulled one of his notepads and a biro out of his pocket and made a note to say thank you to Madame Bones for thinking about his situation.
Looking at his horrid handwriting, Harry knew that people would get an impression of him by looking at his penmanship. He'd also received a couple of firm comments on his essays from Professor McGonagall.
Deciding to use the Room of Requirements to practice his penmanship, he called for Dobby and, when the elf arrived, practically bouncing with excitement, Harry asked the elf if he was free, or had he bound himself to Harry?
If an elf could go pale, Dobby would have looked like he'd seen an unfriendly ghost, pulling his ears nervously, before admitting that yes, he had bound himself to Great Harry Potter Sir before sending bad former master down the stairs.
"That's fine, Dobby, and welcome to the Potter Family," Harry said with a smile, putting out his hand to rest on Dobby's shoulder. Amazingly, Dobby actually started growing, and he was standing straighter, his dirty pillowcase changed to a clean white pillowcase, with the Potter Crest over the left breast.
After Dobby admired himself in the mirror he created, he turned to Harry, and asked, "What are your orders, Master?"
Harry blinked in confusion, not expecting clear speech, instead of the normal way he was used to hearing Dobby talk, but put it aside for later. "Yes, Dobby, I'm going to be spending time in the Come and Go Room. Can you get meals ready for about seven days? I may not need the whole time, but it is better to have more time than I need."
"Certainly, Sir, and you would want your clothing taken care of as normal?"
"Yes, please. And now that you are part of the Potter family, such as it is, are you able to feel if there are any more Potter elves still alive?"
Dobby closed his eyes briefly, frowning in concentration before opening his eyes and saying, "Yes, Master, there are at least two, maybe three hands of Potter elves, and some of them are growing weak for not having the Potter magic feeding them."
"That won't do at all! Before you worry about the meals and my clothes, will you bring all the elves to me, in groups of five, starting with the weakest ones? Bring them here to this room, and I will welcome them back to the Potter family."
Harry spent the next 45 minutes reconnecting the Potter Elves to his magic, and all of the elves underwent the same change that Dobby did, before popping away back to their houses to start repairing them for the Master to live in.
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The Room of Requirement
Five Days in Time Compression Later
About Twenty Minutes Outside Time
Harry was massaging his right hand, working the soreness out of the fingers and palm. It was tough, but he finally learned how to write legibly with either a quill or a biro. Now that he won't embarrass himself with his handwriting, he could work on writing Madame Bones a letter. Harry assumed that she was a pureblood, since she had such a high position in the Ministry. He needed to find a way to observe the proper formalities when writing to her, and he could accomplish two things at once by visiting the Hufflepuff Sett, because he was going to ask Susan to be his date to the Ministry Ball on Thursday.
Harry ended the time compression, and less than a minute later, Dobby arrived with the clothes he had been wearing and took the dirty clothes and towels with him to get them cleaned.
Walking quickly toward the stairs, he finally reached the Sett and took a minute to catch his breath. Using the steps to go down eight floors shouldn't make him puff like Dudley running around the track. He needed to get more exercise than just sitting on a broom, but he could look into what he needed to do in the morning. He had something much more important to do.
Knocking on the door, he would swear it looked like a doorway into a hobbit's burrow, the way it was described in the books. But luck was with him, and Susan was the Puff that opened the door. Her face lit up in a smile when she saw him, and Harry grinned back and said, "Hi again, Susan. Did you have a couple of minutes to talk?"
"Sure, just let me grab my bag and I'll be ready."
"You won't need to bring luggage, Susan, we are just heading toward the library." He said with a smile, letting the girl know he was teasing. Very maturely, Susan stuck her tongue out at him before pulling it back and giggling.
When Susan closed the door behind her, he offered her his arm, and Susan blinked in surprise. She wasn't expecting that, but she took it, and they started walking. When they reached the stairs going up, Harry stopped and turned to look at her.
"I actually had two reasons I wanted to talk to you without everybody and his pet kneazle listening in. The letter from your Aunt told me that I will be receiving an invitation from the Minister to the Ball on Thursday night. The invitation is for me and a guest, and I wanted to ask if you would be willing to be my date?"
Susan's smile was blinding, and she said, "Of course I will, Harry, and thank you for asking me. But what was the other reason you wanted to talk?"
"I need to write back to your Aunt, but, assuming that you are purebloods, I have no idea how to write a letter using the proper forms, and I hope you can help me find the information. That's why I said we would be heading toward the Library."
Susan thought for a couple of seconds before saying, "I know just where to get that information, but, while Auntie will appreciate you making the effort, it's not really necessary; we aren't that formal, unless we need to be."
"That's good to know, but I still need to know the formal language for any other correspondence I write, so it won't do me any harm to practice with a letter to your Aunt, right?"
"True, and since you were raised in the Muggle world, you don't know the proper greetings, and what the faux pas to avoid are. And, from what I've heard, on the Express our first trip, Draco Malfoy offered his hand to you, and you refused to shake. That is a grievous offence to the traditional families. That's almost certainly why he has done everything he could to cause trouble for you."
Harry groaned, "He's been a pain in my rear because I didn't know I was insulting him. Ron Weasley was right there, he could have said something, his family are purebloods."
"But they are not a traditionalist family, so he might not have realized the significance. If it had been one of his brothers, they would have known and told you."
"Shite! Oh, sorry about the language, but I've got to try and fix this. Maybe we can find an apology letter with the other information."
"I'm sure we will," then she gave him a quick grin, "And don't worry about the language, I'm not about to fill your mouth with soap, I've been known to use some choice words myself when needed."
Harry mock wiped the sweat from his brow, making Susan laugh, and, still laughing, they made their way to the Library.
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Hogwarts Library
Immediately After the Prior Scene
Harry saw that Hermione and Luna were surrounded by piles of books and felt a twinge of guilt that he wasn't helping, but then he realized, if Malfoy and McNair were both put in Azkaban, there wouldn't be anyone pushing for Buckbeak's execution. He couldn't tell Hermione or Luna that, sadly, they would want to know where he found out about Malfoy and the others, and he wasn't going to say anything until it was in the Prophet.
Still arm in arm, Susan led him deeper into the stacks until she found the section she was looking for. Reaching up with her free hand, she pointed at two particular books, and, since she only had one hand free, Harry was a gentleman and used his free hand to pick up the second book. Books in hand, they looked at each other and laughed quietly; they didn't want to disturb the Ogre of the Library after all.
Finding a table further back, against a window, they sat down, and Susan helped him find the different letters he needed. He started with the letter to Susan's Aunt, since that would be the easiest one to write.
Before starting the letters, Harry cast a silencing spell around them, sound could come in, but not go outside the range of the spell.
It took a bit over half an hour before the draft letter was approved by Susan, including the description of Hedwig, and he carefully copied the letter onto the parchment he had Dobby bring him from his trunk.
Folding it up, he set that letter to the side, awaiting one of his pretty bird's feathers before being sent off, and started working on phrasing an apology to somebody he would just as soon feed to Aragog as look at him. Still, he was in the wrong, not deliberately, but he did give offense to Draco, so he could hopefully get the boy to treat him neutrally, if not cordially.
It took twice as long to get an acceptable draft of the letter, and, after working his hand to relax the muscles, he started transferring the letter onto parchment.
Heir Malfoy,
I was just informed, less than two hours ago, that I gave insult to you inadvertently by not shaking your hand on the Hogwarts Express. I was unaware of the importance of the handshake in the Wizarding World, and I sincerely apologize.
To offer slight mitigation of my ignorance, I do not know if you were aware, but from the night my parents were killed until Hagrid delivered my Hogwarts letter, I had no idea that magic even existed, or that I was a Wizard. I was raised by the worst examples of muggles that you could imagine, living down to every negative opinion you would have about muggles. I was forbidden even to mention anything that wasn't their idea of 'normal'. And, while I am fond of Hagrid, he was absolutely not the person to introduce me to the Wizarding World. And, my Magical Guardian, who would be expected to teach me what I needed to know, up until my Birthday last summer, had been locked up unjustly in Azkaban. And I'm told that Azkaban is no one's idea of a pleasure spot. Once my Godfather, Lord Black, recovers from his ordeal, I would expect that he would start educating me.
And, with my apology, if you accept it, we can start again. I doubt that we would be friends, but if we can agree to neutrality, it would make both of our lives less difficult, agreed?
Sincerely,
Harry J. Potter
Heir Potter
"Well, I've done what I could to fix things, and it's up to him now. And thank you again for all your help, I would have been lost trying to write something on my own. I probably would have insulted your ancestors or something." Harry finished with a smile, which was returned by Susan, who said,
"Oh yes, that would be very bad, it might even get you transferred to Slytherin!"
He stared at her in disbelief for a long moment before his lip twitched, and he started to laugh, and Susan was laughing right with him.
After a quick trip to the Owlery, Hedwig shook loose one of her wing feathers without being asked, and once again Harry wondered at just how intelligent his owl is. Putting the feather into the envelope, and soon Hedwig was on her way to London to deliver her letter.
Once she was out of sight, Susan handed him the letter to Draco, and he gave it to one of the school owls to deliver.
Their growling stomachs reminded them it was time for tea, so they headed back to the Great Hall, and without even thinking about it, Harry invited Susan to join him at the Gryffindor table.
Susan agreed but said that in return, he needed to visit the Hufflepuff table for breakfast. Harry smiled and, on a whim, gave his new friend, possibly his girlfriend, a florid bow, making her snicker, "Get up, you prat, I'll tell you when it's time to start bowing to me, but it's not yet!"
They were standing close to Hermione and Luna, and while Hermione snorted at Susan's comment, Luna just looked at the two of them with a dreamy smile.
Sitting down opposite Hermione and Luna, Harry introduced Susan to the girls. Hermione already knew Susan, of course, but since Luna was in a different year and house, she didn't know Susan at all.
Ron was sitting a bit further down the table, involved in a deep conversation with Katie Bell. And while it's possible they were talking Quidditch, from the way Katie was leaning forward and the smile on her face, Harry was sure the conversation had left Quidditch far behind. Mentally wishing Ron luck, Harry turned back to the conversation between Susan and Hermione.
The conversation seemed to be about the Ancient Runes assignment Professor Babbling had set for them over the holiday, and, while Luna seemed to follow the tangents the two girls were following, Harry was lost about 30 seconds into the conversation, but it did sound a lot more interesting than Divination. Was it too late to change electives?
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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Great Hall
Sunday, December 26th, 1993
8:00 AM
Harry and Susan were coming up the stairs from the Sett hand in hand when they were intercepted. Draco stepped out of the shadow of a doorway and approached the two of them. Susan looked at Harry, who quietly said, "Go on in and save me a seat at the Badger table; this shouldn't take long."
Susan nodded, squeezing his hand quickly before letting go and heading to the door to the Hall.
Once Susan was inside the Hall, Draco said, "Heir Potter, I received your letter, and I accept your apology. I agree that there is too much between us, personality as well as politics, for us to be friends, but I'm willing to go for a cordial neutrality if you are willing to meet me halfway."
Harry held out his hand, "Gladly, and I will sit on Ron and the twins to let up on the pranks on Slytherin, and I'll try to get Hermione to recognize other opinions but hers. She's my best friend, but sometimes she could be as stubborn as Professor Dumbledore!"
Draco reached out, taking Harry's hand and shook it. "Hello, I'm Draco Malfoy, it's a pleasure to meet you, Heir Potter."
With a smile, Harry responded, "Please, call me Harry, and when we have time, perhaps we could sit down and discuss the Traditionalist Point of View, as my letter said, my education is sorely lacking in several important areas."
Draco smiled in return, an actual smile, not the smirk that normally graced his face. "I can understand that and would be willing to provide you with copies of some of my books that cover the Great Families of the British Wizarding Society, one of whom is the Potter family. The Potters are actually one of the oldest families in Britain, one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight."
Draco must have seen the incomprehension in his eyes, and he said, "You have no idea, do you? You need my help, even if we don't agree politically, I won't let you get eaten alive by the sharks who are part of the so-called Upper Crust of Society. But for now, the Sacred Twenty-Eight are the 28 families who gave of their blood and magic to establish the Wizengamot so they could debate and decide any decisions that needed to be resolved. There are a few other members of the 28 here, in fact, your girlfriend is one of them. Even though I dislike them for squandering their heritage, the Weasleys are also part of the 28. If we can meet tomorrow about this time, I'll have a couple of the books for you to read, and we can discuss them when you finish. And I'll tell Pansy and Greg, and Vince to back off the insults as well." Holding his hand out, Harry shook it without hesitation, and Draco said, "This has been a productive conversation, and I don't know about you, but I'm hungry!"
Nodding his agreement, Harry headed toward the open door to the Hall, Draco waiting by the stairs so there wouldn't be questions about them walking in together. A quick look at the Badger table, and he saw Susan holding a seat open between her and Hannah Abbott. Walking past the Gryffindor table, Hermione and Luna were sitting together, talking quietly, while Ron and Katie's conversation was still going on; the two of them were totally oblivious to anything around them.
Taking his seat next to Susan, it was her turn to do the introductions, which briefly turned awkward when it came to Justin Finch-Fletchley, who averted his eyes and looked embarrassed. Harry realized that Justin was still upset about his behavior after the Dueling Club, but before he could say anything to reassure Justin, he pulled something from deep inside and looked Harry right in the eye and said,
"I'm sorry it's taken so long, but I apologize for my behavior last year. I reacted so badly because, even though I don't talk about it, I have a phobia of snakes after having one try to bite my leg off when I was about eight years old. It was obvious that you weren't the Heir of Slytherin, when muggleborn were most of the victims. Since your mother was a muggleborn, and Hermione is your best friend, it was foolish to think you could be the Heir."
Harry reached out to Justin, his hand held out to shake, and Justin grasped it. Harry said, "Apology accepted, and yeah, I was a bit hurt last year, but I got over it, it was just another fun-filled year of thrills, spills and danger for the scar who lived!" He obviously was saying that with tongue firmly in cheek, and Justin relaxed enough to laugh along with the others around them.
With that, the rest of the meal went smoothly, although, with how pointed Hannah's questions were, it was clear that she had interrogated Susan thoroughly back in their dorms the night before. Harry easily answered the questions before turning to Ernie Macmillan and starting to talk to him.
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Hogsmeade
Monday, December 27th, 1993
11:00 AM
The wind was frigid as Harry and Susan stepped out of the carriage in front of the Three Broomsticks. "Want to stop in and have a mug of warm cider? I want to try and thaw at least a little before having to shop for clothing."
Susan looked at him, eyes full of pity. He had no idea how much Susan enjoyed shopping, but he would find out if they started dating seriously. But she just nodded, "That sounds good, and Auntie swears that Brummel's makes the best formal robes and suits that she's ever seen. Supposedly, when he isn't sitting in a holding cell, Lucius Malfoy shopped there, and like the man or loathe him, but the man did have style."
Harry chuckled, and Susan said, "Okay, was there a joke I'm missing, because I can't think of anything funny in what I said."
"It wasn't anything about what you said, it's just that thinking of Lucius Malfoy reminds me of one of my favorite memories. But let's get warmed up, and I'll tell you what I was thinking about."
"This must be one heck of a story, Harry, so I'll grab us a table and you can get the cider, okay?"
Harry saluted her, "Yes, Ma'am, right away, Ma'am!" as he pulled open the door to let Susan get inside. Seeing where she found a table, Harry walked up to the bar and paid for two of the mugs of warm cider, the smell of cinnamon wafting into his nostrils, and he hoped that the drink tasted as good as it smelled.
Setting Susan's mug in front of her, he took a seat next to her and raised the drink to his lips. Taking a couple of sips, Harry sighed in satisfaction, "Delicious!"
Waiting for Susan to take her first drink, and she enjoyed just as much as he did, Harry said, "It was right at the end of last year, right after Fawkes brought me, Ron, Ginny, that idiot Lockhart and the Sorting Hat from the Chamber of Secrets into Dumbledore's Office, and he was sitting there, as if he was waiting for me, but I didn't think about it at the time.
"Now, to give a bit of background, a house elf that I won't name, since he's bonded to the family and I don't want to accidentally call him. This elf was trying to keep me from going to Hogwarts because of a terrible danger. He wouldn't say who his Master was, and didn't know anything specific about the danger, so he was not exactly convincing. When I argued that I needed to go to Hogwarts so I could help my friends, the elf got frustrated and pulled a stunt that caused me a crapload of trouble. He floated a big, well-decorated cake and dropped it on the head of one of the visitors to the house that night. Once the Weasley brothers rescued me and Hedwig and got us out of there, the rest of the summer was great.
"But when we went to Kings Crossing, the barrier shut solid, I couldn't get through, and neither could Ron. Now, you realize that the two of us were just 14, and boys at 14 are idiots, puberty is hitting them with both barrels and switches off their common sense. So, instead of waiting for Mr. and Mrs. Weasley to come back to find out what kept us, which would have been the sensible thing to do, Ron has the brilliant idea to fly his dad's car to Hogwarts by following the Express.
"You probably remember how that ended, crashing the car into the Whomping Willow and then we were ejected from the car, and it drove by itself into the Forbidden Forest, where it stayed until the night before we ended up in the Chamber, and the car saved Ron and me from a huge clan of Acromantulas, but that's another story.
"Do you remember the Quidditch game where the bludger kept attacking me, even without being hit by one of the beaters? Well, that was that same elf, who wanted me to be too hurt to get into trouble. I didn't understand the reasoning, and I don't think anybody else would either.
"But, to get back to Dumbledore's office, Ron and Ginny and the idiot were hustled off to see Madame Pomfrey, and I'm the one who almost died from basilisk venom, but Fawkes cried into the wound and saved me, but I still should have gone to the Infirmary with the others. But no, Dumbledore decided he wanted to chat! I was exhausted, filthy, in pain, and starving, but he just sat behind his desk, eyes twinkling madly, brushing off all my questions with platitudes, to the point where I would cheerfully have strangled him with his beard.
"But anyway, while we are in the office, Lucius stormed into the office, demanding to know why Dumbledore was back at Hogwarts when he had been suspended. I didn't really pay attention because, dressed in rags and desperately trying to clean the mud off Malfoy's boots, was a very familiar house elf. Everything fell into place; it was Lucius planting a cursed diary into Ginny Weasley's textbook when it was knocked out of her cauldron, and the diary belonged to Voldemort when he still went by his birth name, Tom Marvelo Riddle, named after his Muggle father.
That diary was the cause of all the problems last year. But when Lucius turned to leave, I pulled off one of my filthy, blood and mud-crusted socks and put it inside the diary. I called after Malfoy and returned the diary to him. He glared at me and then shoved the diary at Dobby, the house elf I was talking about. I was counting on Malfoy giving the diary to Dobby, although Dobby gave me a betrayed look until I made him understand he needed to open the book. When he found the sock, freeing him, the little guy was practically dancing; he was so happy. That did not amuse Malfoy in the slightest, and he drew his wand to cast something, started 'Avada' or something like that, but Dobby shoved out his hand, and Lucius tumbled down the stairs, arse over elbow, his perfectly combed hair not so perfect anymore, and he had scraped one of the knees out of his trousers. That was the last time I saw Lucius Malfoy, and now do you understand why I call that one of my favorite memories?"
Susan wasn't smiling but looking at him intently. "I have so many questions about your story that I don't even know where to start. But I need to double check, you did say that the spell Malfoy was starting to cast sounded like 'Avada'?"
Harry pretended to think, searching his memory, before he nodded emphatically, "Yes, it sounded just like that. Why? Is that important?"
"Very important, and I'm going to have to let Auntie know, so she can question Malfoy about that whole incident. Nobody ever knew that he was behind it, and that will be enough to see the monster get the Kiss, if he isn't tossed through the Veil of Death. He deserves it!"
Susan was getting upset, and Harry didn't understand why, but he reached out and took her hand, offering what comfort he could. "It seems that you have a personal reason for hating the man. Do you want to talk about it?"
Visibly calming herself, Susan started talking, "I don't know if you are aware, but I'm an orphan too. I was staying overnight at Hannah's house the night the Death Eaters butchered my family. It was never proven which of the monsters was with their precious 'Dark Lord' when they blew open the doors and twenty of them attacked my parents and older brother. Smidgen, who is Auntie's elf now, used to serve my parents, and she described one of the attackers, tall, slender, blonde hair showing out of the sides of the mask, and he carried his wand in a cane. Who does that sound like to you?"
"Oh! I'm sorry for bringing those memories back; I didn't mean to make you unhappy. But, if there is anything I can do to help, name it!"
"Would you be willing to tell Auntie your story, and show the memory of Lucius attempting to cast the Killing Curse at you?"
"It was the green spell? I barely remember my mum, but I do remember a flash of green light, and my mum was gone. That's not something you easily forget. So yes, get in touch with your Aunt, and I'll give her whatever memories she wants."
'Thank you, Harry, this means a lot to me, and to Auntie as well." Reaching into her ever-present bag, Susan pulled out a small book, but when she opened it, the pages were blank. Susan tapped the first page with her wand, and a moment later, Madame Bones' handwriting appeared on the page. He recognized the handwriting from the letter Susan had given him. The writing read, 'What do you need, Susie, are you okay?"
Susan started writing, and from what Harry could see, she was going over the story of Lucius and the Diary, and I would let her copy any memories she wanted to put the man away.
Susan's writing disappeared, and then the page started filling up, almost faster than he could read, but then Madame Bones asked where they were, and to stay there, she would be there within 30 minutes; she needed to get something to bring with her.
"I guess we're going shopping a bit later than planned, don't you?" Harry said as he drained his mug. Gesturing to Susan's mug, she emptied hers and handed it to him. Taking the mugs up to Rosmerta, she took his mugs and gave him two fresh ones.
They were still sipping the warm drink when Madame Bones came through the front door and headed to their table.
A quick word with Rosmerta, and they were going up the stairs, and there was an open door in front of them, and Harry could see a conference table and chairs. Rosmerta pulled the door closed behind her, and Madame Bones cast the locking and privacy charms, before putting a stone basin covered with what he thought were runes, on the table, and the questioning started, it was easier to go over the story a second time and expanding on some of the things he only lightly touched on the first time.
By the time the questions were finished, four sheets of parchment were filled with writing. Harry had never seen a quill that wrote by itself, and the parchment glowed when it was full. Seeing he had questions, the Director explained that the quill and parchment were enchanted for a specific purpose and could only be used for that purpose. Together, they were referred to as an interview kit. The quill would write down exactly what questions were asked, and if any of the answers were false, or only part of the answer, the ink would glow red, letting the Auror know to go back to that question.
Harry was relieved that his answers didn't show up as anything was missing; his memory was still good.
When the parchment and quill were put away, Susan's Aunt explained that the basin was called a Pensieve, and it can show memories that are placed in the bowl, and then they can be returned. Harry was honestly fascinated and was more determined than ever to drop divination and take Ancient Runes. He wouldn't even mind if he had to be in class with third years; the subject was just too interesting!
With Madame Bones asking questions about certain incidents from last year, they brought the memory to the surface, and she put her wand to his temple and drew out the memory. She ended up copying around 10 memories and storing them in sealed vials, to go over back in her office.
With a hug between Susan and her Aunt, and a brief handshake, the older woman took down the spells and left the room. She was already gone by the time he and Susan had their jackets and gloves on to make their way to the Shopping Trip of Doom!
End Chapter Three
NOTE:
There is a good bit of unhappiness with the Harry-Draco conversation, so I'd like to give a bit of Harry's viewpoint. First, yes, he is pissed that Draco didn't get sent to Azkaban in canon, but the Draco who cast the Unforgivables in Half-Baked Plot isn't the Draco of this story. Harry is trying to move him away from that future. Draco won't be influenced by Lucius due to his imprisonment or execution, and Narcissa will (at least in my head-canon) be working to open Draco's eyes to just what following the Dark Lord really means,
Hopefully this clarifies Harry's reasoning
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