AU year 5 Christmas onwards. After Harry saw the attack on Arthur, Ron blamed him, & attacked. So Dumbledore sent him out of Sirius' house, back to the Dursleys. There his uncle attacked him. There he came into his powers, & transformed, tearing his uncle apart. He headed out to Gringotts with a new ability to shift into anyone he had touched, & gaining a sense of who they were.
Harry Potter - Rated: T - English - Fantasy/Supernatural - Chapters: 3 - Words: 16,469 - Reviews: 164 - Updated: 5/16/2014 - Published: 12/8/2013 - [Harry P., Astoria G., Daphne G.]
Harry Potter was only fifteen, or fifteen and a few months. It was the Christmas holidays and he was away from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The only home he really knew. The place he was abandoned to by these magicians was never his home and he never cared for it. His 'family' hated him, and in return, he had grown too loath them.
His people had abandoned him to that purgatory, and even more forced him back under the guise of safety each year during the summer. Well, the old man and headmaster of Hogwarts did for reasons he doesn't want to share.
However, this was cruel. He had come to start enjoying the Christmas holidays. He spent them away from the Dursley's, he liked that, and they liked that. Before his eleventh birthday, they had never allowed him the simple pleasure of the holiday. He made all or most of the food, set the table, and even cleaned up after them while they ate until they were fall.
Christmas day had always been a hungry day before Hogwarts. He wasn't ever allowed food on that day, or Boxing day. They called him a lousy scrounger, and that he deserved nothing on Christmas, especially not food because he was a freak. In other words, they hated him because of his magic, something he had little control over. It was just who he was. They were jealous. Well, his aunt, his mother's sister was, of his mother so she takes it out on him.
Vernon…? Well, he can't be sure but he believed that his aunt had told lies and half-truths. Though, a part of him knew that if some were obvious half-truths, exaggerations then there was some truth. He couldn't not believe that his mother had changed, forgetting her muggle (non-magical) family. He felt a little pity that his aunt never got to reconcile with his mother in some way, mostly because then maybe she would have looked after him.
It was cruel because rather than spending the holiday at Hogwarts or with his godfather this year he was returned to the Dursley's He had a vision that saved Mr. Weasley, his best friends' fathers' life after he had been bitten by a poisonous magical snake.
Harry and the other Weasley children had been sent off to the Order of the Phoenix headquarters at his godfathers' house. It had been okay for a few days but then Ronald, his best friend, and his twin brothers had attacked him, and calling him all sorts of crap and threw him down some stairs, accusing him of being responsible. They expected him to somehow stop a killer monstrous snake from the other side of the UK.
It was always the case with that school and most of its people, such fair-weather relationships. He had been attacked, hurt, for what, because he had a connection to the dark thing that murdered his family. They praise his first defeat, forgetting, or not caring about everything Harry had lost. He couldn't have stopped the attack even if he was there! He had had enough of these fools. They don't care about him, never have, never will.
Maybe he would be alone forever, with only himself to trust. If only there was some way to protect himself from that, to see through the lies. He even had to learn the art of protecting his mind by a greasy incompetent piece of crap who needed to seriously get out and get a life rather than tormenting the children, he is supposed to look out for as a teacher.
During the lessons the filth, Professor Severus Snape had seen his memories, seen how he was raise, but it just made him happy. He continued trying to compare Harry with his father when they are proven to be nothing alike, but maybe a vicious prank on the greasy fool will put things right, or at least bring some humour to his life.
It had taken Harry awhile to get hold of a real book on occlumency because his owl kept returning from the book store empty. Therefore, he called on a weird little elf he had saved. The elf had gotten him the book eventually. Would you believe it? Snape wasn't trying to teach him to block out mental intrusion rather than make it easier.
Harry wondered whether that was his idea, Dumbledore or Voldemort's. The grease ball doesn't seem to have just one master but two, and then who else could he listen too? It wouldn't matter anyway as Harry cried out in pain as he was smashed into a pile of broken crap his fat cousin Dudley had manhandled and discarded.
That was what they did. Praised and pampered their bullying pile of dung son while torturing the hero nephew. It was the way they lived. The way heroes lived. He was sick of being the good guy. The hero. Dumbledore knew what his life was like, how could he not. Then others had had glimpses into his life and just didn't believe that Dumbledore would let that happen, or that Dumbledore's excuse of him being safe from wizards was any real reason.
Harry pulled himself up shakily as blood drooled from his mouth and down his head, matting in his hair and staining his filthy hand-me-down clothes. He had wondered why he kept wearing them when he had the money to buy anything he could need, but something kept stopping him every time he tried to buy some. It left him with muggle money he cant use as he can't go into any of these shops.
It wouldn't take a genius to know that it was magic stopping him. He wanted to demand an explanation out of Dumbledore, but it all ways ended with him forgetting when he got close to the headmaster and never getting a chance. It was infuriating. Hermione, his second best friend did not even believe him.
Though, she had always been too by the book. With a love of authority. She had never had to deal with people who used their power to intimidate and control before. She had only ever met twats like Draco Malfoy who thought he had power he could abuse. However, even now he can see it. Hermione was starting to see the brighter truth. No one was infallibly good! He just hoped she realised the truth that the world sucked because people in power make it suck soon for their greed or she'll be lost under Dumbledore's chains with no key for the lock.
He loved Hermione, he really did. He can't for the life of him figure out why she might like Ronald if he had read that right, or maybe it was just Ron he was reading, and his spite rubbed off so she 'attacked'.
Harry felt like she had become a sister to him. An annoying know-it-all-but-not-really sister he would have a sexual experience with if the occasion arose, but still a sister. He had never had the chance for any other family so he tried to claim her, but she can be so blind when such a respected man says to be.
Spitting out blood Harry's vision was blurred as he looked up at the fat behemoth of an angry walruses of a man. He had a bloodied smile on his lips. He knew. He would love to tear this fat prick in two and he would feel satisfied doing it too. The man is an idiot. Now he is stronger. Harry doesn't have any power to defend himself, but two years. In under two years, Harry would be a legal adult with the money and power to rip this man into pieces.
His fat monstrous uncle paused in his assault before continuing with verbal abuse. "Let that teach you boy!" he spat out red faced with anger. "Those freaks threatening us last July and now this. Having you here to ruin our holiday!"
Harry couldn't keep in the chuckle. "Like I want to be here you fat piece of turd!" he retorted, climbing shakily to his feet. "You're an ungrateful whale of blubber!" he spat out with more blood dribbling down his chin while his uncle roared out in anger.
Vernon charged with glee mixed with his anger as he pulled back a fist. Harry laughed aloud. If only he had the marginal strength of a monster like him. He would get him, strike him back, and rip him apart.
It was an odd detached feeling that woke him to reality. He looked around at the house. The room he was in. It was a mess. Flames flicking at it. Embers flickering at his flesh, dying out, but he was whole and un-burnt, watching in fascination. He could see blood pooling around him. His eyes widening as he saw pieces of burnt flesh and bone.
He knew what he had done even if the memory was hazy. He had turned into something. Something monstrous. He remembered his last wish. It was only briefly granted, but he had torn out of himself and become the monster. He remembered it from his first year at Hogwarts, young, just large enough for this room. The dragon. Beautiful in a morbid and dangerous way.
However, it was chaotic, dangerous, vicious, and many other nasty things. He remembered thinking those things when confronted with it. Harry had only been the monster for a second, but it was enough. The bedroom the Dursley's had given him in fear that first year was shattered and cracked, everything that was crushable was, including his broom and trunk.
He was naked and covered in blood. He felt noting for the monster he had murdered. Looking down at his strong body, something was wrong. He had never been so muscularly defined before, lean, strong, maybe even a bit taller, healthier. It was amazing in many ways. He was further endowed than he was, and he had thought he was gifted there before, having seen many other boys in bathrooms and the like, knew that he had been gifted something for having to deal with the crap he did.
Shaking those thoughts away as he didn't need them any time soon he continued looking around. The bedroom window was shattered and the walls chargrilled. It was a mired of improvement over the prison it normally was. He still didn't know whether it was the Dursley's prison for him or Dumbledore's, but worst, secretly believing it was both.
He felt his head ache as he staggered, unable to think straight. He knew he had to leave. With the Ministry gunning for him with their idiotic lack of belief in Voldemort's return (not even asking for proof) he could end up in Azkaban prison without a trial, and that sort of thing might be common place. He doubted Dumbledore would help, more likely convince everyone its for the Greater Good, and his protection, or whatever.
Staggering his foot touched soft fabric. He crouched down and smiled as he pulled up his unmarked Invisibility Cloak. He figured that it must be more powerful than he thought to survive whatever happened to him. He was still not sure. He felt dizzy and disorientated. He held the cloak loosely in his arms as the thought of wearing it over his sore and blistered muscles hurt right now as he felt his body slowly fixing itself. He had felt this before, but only ever briefly, when he was younger, but now it was so strong he wondered how he could have ever missed it.
"I-I need to think clearly about this!" He muttered to himself as he pulled open the bedroom door, puffing for breath. "Just like Hermione would have, except without all of the authority love…" he trailed off as his body spasm, feeling a pain like before, deep in his chest.
However, this time it was different too. His mind cleared and he cried out grabbing the right of his forehead as it stung like never before, over his scar, watering his eyes. He worried that it meant that his uncles' murder by him stopped the protections and Voldemort was coming with glee in his blackened heart.
He quickly tried to shake that off. He wasn't sure there were any real protections. He pulled his hand away from his forehead with a disgusted look at some green gunk mixed with his blood. It was odd. His mind seemed to run differently. Not faster, but more restrained than it ever did. Thoughts of how only authority figures in his life had been around, to be 'friends'.
He shook his head clear as he looked down to see small breasts and a very hairy vagina. He had only ever seen the real deal in magazines, and that one time a year back when he got 'naughty' and managed to get a good yet very brief look at Ginny Weasley in the shower. He reached down to find out that his thing was gone and replaced by all this hair hiding his vagina.
He couldn't quite understand what was going on as he felt the soft folds and moisture starting to flow slowly out of it. It took his mind a moment to jump to conclusions. His energy seemed to just return, even though he felt starving. He quickly rushed over to the broken mirror. Looking inside he could see her. Hermione Granger looking back out of him. Naked.
He could feel her mind. The thoughts she might have had in this circumstance. His, or her first thought was to run to Dumbledore. After getting dressed first of course. However, that was furthest thing from his mind. He couldn't trust that Dumbledore wouldn't try to suppress his newfound power, to control him through fear that he could take over for either the light or dark, not that he cared about either.
Looking down at Hermione's hairy area was kind of odd. "Okay, someone needs to shave downstairs. That cannot be comfortable!" she said in thought. He was surprised that he sounded exactly like her, even down to her I'm-better-than-you attitude and other mannerisms that flowed naturally enough that he knew that even her parents would be fooled.
Shaking her shaggy head of brown hair she grabbed at her chest, grimacing. It hurt, like a pinching as she watched herself morphing. Reforming. She became a he, and if not for the pain she or he would have marvelled at it.
Harry looked himself over, sweating covered with some blood, not as much as before, and tired. He thought for a moment that he was an metamorphmagus, but he knew they couldn't copy that well. It was as if he hadn't quite gotten her memories. However, he had her traits, and subconscious elements. He realised that she had no one before Hogwarts apart from teachers and family. That was why she was so insistent that authority knows best. They protected her from the school bullies and the like, but that didn't help her much.
He blushed as he remembered the feel of her soft body and quickly shook that off when he heard sirens in the distance. Harry remembered what he had just done, but felt more pity over remorse. How could he feel remorse for people like him? He hated Vernon Dursley. He hated them all, and they deserved nothing but his contempt.
Charging out of the bedroom as the door out had been charred to dust he found the stairs and climbed down, awed that the rest of the house survived. He didn't know what to do. Not really when he thought back to some of the Order members. However, he realised they were not clever enough. They ran around after Dumbledore after all.
He had to be more cunning than that. He started as he entered the kitchen. He was smarter than that, more cunning. He didn't need anything more or less. Just him. His own will to survive, and to do that he needed to disappear.
Harry felt so much lighter, inside and out that he knew that whatever magiks he had been under were gone. This was his chance wasn't it? He could just torch the place and run! He gave a bloodied grin in the hallway mirror and entered the kitchen full.
Heading straight for the gas cooker he turned on all of the hobs. Then heading into the lounge he turned on the boiler fire, warming the house. Then with any luck, he laughed. The chemicals his aunt loved so much to clean the house with will accelerate the blaze. Then he would be 'dead'. So all he needed to do was figure out how to control his new ability. If he escaped, 'dead' of course otherwise the point would be mute.
Stopping at the door, he heard people outside. He frowned as he realised he couldn't just leave the house naked and… visible. He grinned as he pulled on his Invisibility Cloak and snuck out of the side door through the garage.
It was a wonder that none of his 'watchers' had charged in yet. He bet most of them would just stand back thinking everything will be okay when it wouldn't, just because Dumbledore said so.
Harry ran as well as he could with the cloak over him. He felt freer than ever. In fact, he had never felt so liberated. He was only two streets away when he heard and even felt the boom. He could only hope that some of the ignorant neighbours who agreed with the Dursley's that he was a troublemaker with no proof, even when the odd kid told them the truth was caught and hurt.
He could admit to himself that it felt very weird being outside and naked. Even under the cloak. He had to find clothes, which was surprisingly easier than he thought. He eyed the cute girls with a grin. They had clothes, and between them he could take from them without leaving one or all naked. He had to have some honour somewhere, and he wasn't a dick like certain people he knew from school, 'friends' included.
Well he wasn't a bad guy, not really, and doesn't want to be. He pulled off the cloak in front of them causing five sets of wide eyes. "If you each hand over a piece of clothing and forget you saw me I'll not hurt you! Lets face it. This is fucked up, right!"
The girls all nodded slowly with their eyes roaming up and down him, blushing bright red in the cheeks. However, they didn't move. He couldn't help himself as he smelt them. He moved, grabbing one girl's hand. She cried out and whimpered as he pulled her to the floor, growling. He felt it. His heart pulsing, pounding in his chest until the girls were looking up at a replacer of the girl crying on the floor, naked.
Harry, or. "Megan!" he muttered her name as he let her go and felt her, his breasts. They weren't very large but supple in all of the right ways, and nowhere near as hairy as Hermione was downstairs at sixteen. He looked to the other girls with a grin. She was a gentle girl inside his head, quite the fool and too trusting. She might have actually helped him if he showed himself while she was alone.
However, he looked sinister. He had too. He was committing so many crimes muggle and mage and he couldn't dilly-dally around to get caught. "Okay girls!" he said in her voice, standing one bare foot on her real selves chest, pinning her down while the other girls looked to him in horror.
"I don't want to hurt any of you!" he/she said, smirking. "I don't need underwear, just something to cover myself. A top, and bottoms. I don't even need anything for my feet. I can deal with that until I can get to my bank account. Understand!?"
The girls all nodded while there friend whimpered, looking up at 'herself'. The other girls looked at each other quickly while gulping and nodding their heads. He watched as one girl pulled off her white hoodie top and handed it over shakily. Harry made skin-to-skin contact when he took it, grimacing when his body changed into that of hers. Japanese. Had a secret crush on the girl he was a moment before.
"Natika-chan!" he, she said with a smirk. "You never know. Maybe Megan-chan would like to do you too," he commented while her cheeks stained bright red. He realised that though he didn't understand Japanese, he knew a few things from her as he pulled on the hoodie and zipped it up, hiding his larger breasts.
"Now if one of you could offer up a pair of shorts or a skirt!" he said, rolling her eyes as he glared coolly as her neatly trimmed vagina was catching the breeze and he was feeling the Japanese girls love and lust for the cute brown haired Megan. He didn't want to molest the girl like a pervert or anything. He was impressed with the Japanese girls' self-control, feeling all of this and hiding it all.
He watched, rolling his eyes as another girl with short blue painted hair pulled off her hoodie and wrapped it around her waist like a skirt before pulling off her short shorts and handing them over, but there was no skin contact, she actually made sure of that, so no transformation. He realised he needed to touch someone to become them.
Harry, or the cute Natika-chan 2.0 quickly pulled on the shorts. They were a little tight on her, but he didn't mind. It was better than figuring out how to put on a skirt right now. Maybe if he gets a handle on his new and weird power.
"I guess this will do!" Harry said while her toes were rubbing against Megan's chest absent-mindedly while Megan whimpered with teary eyes but didn't look like a girl who feared for her life, none of them seemed to truly fear him. He turned back into Megan, feeling a strain in her body, but grinning. "Lets hope you babes don't get to meet me ever again… later!" she said as she let Megan go and quickly skipped off, giggling.
"This ability might be very useful in the future," she commented sweetly as she had gotten further from the girls alone in the park. "Plus I got to see three hot girls naked and they were all me! I'm unsure whether that's freaky so I'll say its cool!" he muttered to himself smirking. "I'm not even completely sure whether I'm male or female. I'll admit I'm feeling a little… well a lot confused. So… I need to get to Diagon Alley!"
He stopped by a road feeling uncomfortable, as he was back in his form, confused and feeling sick. He was wearing his short shorts. They were kind of crushing his balls so he changed again. He became a cute red haired girl with chocolate brown eyes.
He grabbed at her chest feeling a pang of pain, grimacing. "How could she live like this?!" he demanded angrily. "She. She feels so alone!" he looked at himself, herself. She was only eleven. "T-this was just after the Chamber of Secrets. I-I hadn't touched her since. I just let her get on with her life. I didn't care. How could I be so cold to such a cute girl? What the fuck?! No! No! I will not be like that! I'll make it up to her for being so selfish. What if she was all talk now and she still hurts because of me!?"
He took several deep breaths. "Okay. I just have to be a great friend and love her. The way she looked at me before school when I got to Grimauld Place. How the hell could I miss that crap!" he asked himself in awe. "I suck… and not in the booby kind. She doesn't have any yet. Well she does, I would think, but not in this form!" he said squeezing his non-existent breasts and tightening the drawstrings on the shorts as she placed out her hand.
He jumped as a huge triple decker bus appeared and pulled to a stop. He almost jumped out of his skin, as he hadn't expected the bus to come without a wand to call it. He blinked several times in surprise as he was back to his normal self again and loosened the shorts. He was sure he looked stupid when the pimple-faced conductor cheerfully greeted him and helped him on-board without a clue he was wearing girls clothes.
He sat down on the front bench while the weird boy chatted away to him. "Hey. You're Harry Potter right?" the spotty conductor asked but didn't await and answer. "Na, can't be, no scar, but what's up with the blood man?" he asked as if being covered in blood was normal.
"Oh, just a spell gone screwy," he replied, trying not to let the idiot remember one critical detail while trying not to skid along the floor on the bench while the bus boomed around the country at the speed of sound, and then some. Magical people. Never heard of bolting things down!
"Right!" he agreed laughing. "I've seen that a lot. I take it mate that this is a tick trip?"
"Err, sorry," he replied sheepishly as he tried to loosen his shorts more. "I'm having a really bad day, mate. Or really good day depending on how I look at it. If you don't mind I'll have the goblins send on my fair to you, please."
The conductor laughed. "Don't worry mate. Bus says you're telling the truth," he said looking at something over his shoulder. "Just pay up within the week or you'll have to start paying weekly interest rates."
"Oh, right!" he said nervously. "Well. Whatever. How about you both take five galleons each for Diagon Alley being the next stop!"
"Deal!" the driver cried out laughing as they burst on through the traffic and Harry wondered what the hell he said that for. It was a rocket ride before he offered that kind of tip, but now. That was roughly fifty pounds in muggle money, maybe a little more. He should probably look into that.
Harry found the experience of dealing with people odd at the best of times. They were normally easy to read. He had gotten good at that from having to deal with the Dursley's and know their moods for his own safety. However, the magical people were a weird bunch of people under normal circumstances, but with all that had gone on they were stranger.
He had gotten to the Leaky Cauldron pub and inn in quick time and entered. Nobody paid him much attention at first; except for Tom the landlord of the pub when Harry had asked for a room to rent for the rest of the Christmas holiday.
He had at first been happy to help. However, Harry's hair wasn't hiding his forehead, so suddenly Harry wasn't good enough because the scar was gone. He would have to try and make a fake take its place because that could become a problem. Hence, Tom wouldn't believe that he was Harry Potter.
The bar tender had thrown him out into Diagon Alley after Harry had gotten angry and told the old man what he really thought of his cesspool pub and threatened him. He had to wonder what was up with people. How could they consider a stupid scar his identity? Tom was a complete idiot; the same was true with the bus conductor, but other people?
Harry felt self-conscious as he walked through the alley, wishing he could change into a girl because he looked stupid as a boy wearing those clothes. It was even odder that people gave him looks but didn't seem to realise he really was Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived, and wearing girls' clothes.
It was like without his scar and glasses he was just another ordinary boy. He had thought that his newfound ability would do that for him, but whatever. If the magical people wanted to be that ignorant then who was he to complain?
He shrugged it all off wondering what was going to happen when people believed he died in the explosion at Privet Drive. He had thought about staying dead, but then he realised it was better to keep your enemies in sight, and if they kept shooing you away, like a 'stranger' then he wouldn't be able to keep his eyes and ears on Dumbledore or Voldemort in a way that worked.
Harry felt that he needed to make it clear to both that he didn't want anything to do with them, but he was certain that Dumbledore would continue trying his luck. That would give him power over the old man at least. Voldemort however, was going to try killing him no matter what.
Thinking on it, it would be interesting to see whether Dumbledore and the ministry tried to blame him for Vernon's death. Death Eaters were always getting away with murder, so why shouldn't the hero? Anyway, it was more self-defence than murder. If you beat someone hard enough, and back them into a corner, don't complain when you've been ripped apart by an infant dragon.
He would have to speak about that with the goblins, just in case. He was sure the goblins could be trusted if he found the right one. He had to have more than just a trust, and money to mage equals power. The trust money had to come from somewhere as far as he could tell, so he must have more money somewhere.
Walking into Gringotts he thought about walking up to a bank teller, but shrugged that off as he walked up to some doors marked offices. He couldn't be-bothered to wait that out. He walked through with only some cautious looks from goblins. The humans in the bank didn't even give him a look.
He walked through the neat marble hall with wooden doors either side, and felt amazed by how nice the place was. It was interesting that the goblins would make their place nicer than the wizards.
He didn't meet with any goblin through the hall, as he read the plaques along the doors looking for the one he wanted before coming right to the end. They were large double doors at the end of a T junction, which went off in both directions.
The plaque on the door read 'Director Renoks' in English with some goblin script below that, which he figured read the goblins name in his home tongue. He knocked on the door before carefully pushing it open. It wasn't locked so what would he care. If you don't want to be interrupted, lock your door, simple cleverness.
It was a large office, which only had a large wooden desk at the other end, and on the desk were a few still pictures Harry took to be the directors' family. He had never seen a female goblin before, and had wondered what was up with that. However, that was until he saw what was likely his wife and daughter in his pictures were naked.
He realised that their culture must be quite a bit different to humans. His sons were fully clothed. He quickly shook off the disturbing imagery as goblins aren't attractive to most humans, him included, and it crept him out. That was why female goblins didn't work the bank, because humans would not like the cultural differences that much.
The office was empty, and had two doors to the sides. Harry didn't even hesitate as he had already walked in, closing the door behind him. If the Director was anything like Dumbledore he knew he had a 'visitor' in his office.
The desk had two leather chairs in front of it, and a high-backed chair the other side. It contained some papers, other than the pictures with faced the other way. He wished he never had a peek after that.
Harry shuffled through the papers, curious, only after he noticed Dumbledore's name on something under the vault title, Order of the Phoenix. However, that wasn't all. He saw something odd next to Dumbledore's name and signature. It was why he really cared to look. It was his right as it was his name, and signature, for transfer of half a million galleons to the Order of the Phoenix vault.
He looked over the papers. They showed some other transactions that had his signature to them. Well, that wasn't actually his signature. It was his name scrawled messily on the papers, how he would jot it down on homework because normal ink dunking quills were messy and hard to write neatly with.
Harry had a proper signature that he would use if he needed too, but other than practising it for when he needed one, he had yet to officially use it. He was still young, and hadn't had any reason to sign anything official before.
Looking to the green stamp on the paper; it said 'Approved'. Harry looked at the two magical stamps. There was a red 'Unapproved' stamp next to the green.
He turned as he heard one of the side doors open. The goblin was wearing regal attire with round glasses. He didn't look surprised or concerned that Harry was looking at the papers as he walked around his desk and sat. After all, they 'had' Harry's signature on them.
"My apologies for keeping you waiting, Mr. Potter," he said with a bow. "I am Director Renoks. I did not expect you. Can I have my assistant bring you a drink?"
"What are these?" Harry asked instead as he couldn't be-bothered with pleasantries and would rather get down to business, as he placed the papers down in front of the goblin. The goblin looked at Harry in curiosity. "I didn't sign these, and here..." he trailed off as he shuffled papers. "Surely you should have questioned this. It was dated after my father's death."
"It was signed and dated by him before his death," the goblin replied, but he looked concerned. "It was processed after his death, which was when the bank authorised it. I had recently pulled these as the goblin who dealt with your account has recently retired. He is quite old and it was about time too. I have taken over the account since then, so you shall have to deal with me from now on."
"By then this sum wasn't my fathers to give away!" he answered thoughtfully as he made mental notes. "And these are not my signatures at all, which should bring that into question! I did not authorise Dumbledore having anything from me, and if he asked I would have told him where he could get off!"
"I see," he replied, surprised as he pulled out a form from his draw. "This is a declaration to prove that this was not signed by you and that you wish to investigate fraud made against your accounts. This is a lot more serious than signing in an ordinary way. This you will have to sign with blood. As soon as you have signed I will know whether or not you marked these papers," he said pulling out an acid green quill.
"A blood quill," he replied, taking it without hesitation. "I'm familiar!" he added as he signed his name in a manner of waves and curves. It was bold and strong flowing. His hand split open with his marks and the 'ink' was red with blood. His hand healed as he passed both quill and parchment to the goblin, and he looked at the real signature. He looked sick as the blood was slowly highlighted in light green.
"Oh," the goblin muttered with wide eyes. "The... green isn't good for us," he said as he looked at the signature. It was proper. "Dumbledore had been claiming that you weren't a good writer, and that you had no real signature. We assure you we have sent out statements, but it seems you never received them to make a complaint sooner," he said pulling out some papers. "These were made eight years ago," he said handing Harry some more papers.
"I didn't know about the magical world until I was eleven," he said. "I'm now fifteen. You do the maths Also, why the hell would you accept a declaration or counter signature from a seven year old?"
"It was Albus Dumbledore," he replied, frowning. "I didn't authorise these as I already noted. Dumbledore is quite the master of getting what he wants. I wouldn't have allowed this. You were much too young to have any idea what you were doing."
"Then how do I get my money back?" he demanded while he was suppressing his anger. His eyes melded into yellow slants for a moment and the goblin quickly shuffled the papers, straightening up.
"Umm... procedure is already underway with signing of this declaration!" he quickly said. "These transactions have now been cancelled. It will be only a matter of time until Dumbledore finds out and he will know it was you."
"Good!" he replied, smirking. "I have a few things I need. First some clothes. I want a suit, all black with tie and shoes. Its time I started looking the part of... wealth. Then I want muggle and wizard money."
"Yes sir," he agreed quickly.
It was surprising how quickly the goblins got things done when they found out fraud had taken place against a wealthy client. He straightened his collar and tie as he left the bank. He looked neat and tidy, and completely different from the mage around wearing robes.
His hair had been neatened, and combed into backwards waves of spikes, keeping his scar-less forehead on show.
He had gotten a special wallet that held muggle money and galleons for his convenience. It also turned into a bank card so that he could use it in shops.
He was walking out towards the pub to use the floo, and show the jerk landlord who was really Lord of the Land when he came to a stop as he had been so busy he hadn't watched what he was doing and knocked over a girl.
She glared up at him while he helped her to her feet. He hadn't expected her to allow him to help her up. However, she accepted his hands, and he pulled her up to her feet. He brushed her down a little, but stopped as she gave him a look of annoyance.
The girl had long blonde hair to the small of her back, pulled back into a tight plat while the hair on top was pulled back in neat disarray curving back along her head, held lose. She had deep blue eyes that watched him suspiciously.
She was slender, and wearing dark blue winter robes left open over a pair of tight cream hipsters with black shoes and a tight white top over her large chest. She was wearing stylish silver framed glasses perched on her small nose, and some pink coloured gloss on her lips.
"Watch where you're walking, Potter!" she said exasperated with him and rolling her eyes as she finished brushing down some dust from her robes. "You could have hurt me for crying out loud!"
"Hey, you walked into me too!" he replied as he looked her over and realised she still had one of his hands. She looked down and quickly let go while her cheeks darkened. "Umm... do I know you?" he suddenly asked sheepishly as she looked familiar.
Her cheeks darkened, puffing out with indignation. "My name is Daphne Greengrass!" she said through her teeth. "I'm in Slytherin house!" she said but he didn't show one sign that that jogged his memory. "I'm in your freaking year!" she said but nothing. "Tracey Davis is my best friend, and we hang around with that annoying Malfoy worshipper Pansy Parkinson!"
"Oh, right!" he said as he suddenly realised he had noticed her, and why the beautiful girl looked so familiar. "You and that short haired girl just hang back while Pansy boasters Malfoy's ego while he is being a dick!"
She sighed while nodding her head. "Yep!" she agreed with a small grin. "Never could be-bothered to join in all of that rubbish. Malfoy is nothing but a pathetic poser. Never does do anything worthwhile but piss people off!"
"Daphne! What the hell are you doing over here talking with Potter!? If Malfoy or one of his flunkies saw you, you would never hear an end to it!"
Harry and Daphne turned to see a slightly younger girl with her short cropped brown hair in two bunched ponytails on each side of her head, and blue eyes that matched Daphne's. She was wearing a light green robe over herself with black combat style trousers with a black top and pink trainers'.
"Astoria?" Harry asked, surprised as he looked to the slender, perky girl. Her chest area was much smaller than her sisters, but she was just as pretty, and other than that and hair colour and style they looked quite alike.
"You know my younger sister, but can't remember my name!?" Daphne demanded, annoyed with him, pout glaring.
He offered an impish grin. "Umm... well... err... during the Yule Ball last Christmas she went with that loser Nott, and he tried kissing her and she was panicking because she didn't want to kiss him, and I took pity and saved her!"
"Jerk kissed me instead!" she said pout glaring at him. "I was just lucky Nott was so embarrassed and ashamed that I supposedly preferred Potter... a freaking Gryffindor over a 'proper' pureblood that he never said anything!"
"You never told me you kissed him!" Daphne said suspiciously. "You sure you didn't enjoy it that much you didn't want to say anything. I wouldn't have been a bitch about it. What girl wouldn't think about kissing Harry Freaking Potter? He's cute!" she said, ignoring him while he blushed.
"I think he just freaked out when Nott was mocking him, and went in," Astoria said shaking her head. "It was... I suppose a nice first kiss. He was gentle and sweet, but we hadn't spoken about it or anything since. That annoying Weasley jerk was always around. Slytherins can't have a civilised conversation with Gryffindors when that loser is around! He starts trouble if you just say hi.
"This one time Ginevra Weasley and I were in the library together," she said, smiling at the thought. "We were talking and stuff, about boys and..." She gave Harry an amused look before turning back to her sister while he blushed. "Well, whatever, and then he came in, in a mood. It was before the first task last year and he was being a bitch and stuff, and got us thrown out of the library because he didn't want his sister speaking with an evil Slytherin!"
"Weasley is almost as bad as Malfoy... but then we have to put up with Malfoy a lot more so we could be biased!" Daphne said with a thoughtful smile.
"I can attest being around Ron isn't much of a picnic either!" Harry piped in as he was feeling left out of the sisters complaining, and tried not to let his ego inflate as she admitted that she and Ginny were talking about him like 'that' together.
They both looked to him with raised eyebrows of questioning doubt. "His father was attacked by Voldemort's-," They flinched at the name but he went on. "Snake, and put in hospital, and Ron blamed me, convincing the twins, and they attacked me in my own house!
"So then the 'great'. I use that word mockingly. Albus Dumbledore throws me out to stay with my racist aunt and uncle," he finished while they went wide eyed. "I went without complaint, but you know what? I don't give a crap any more So I left, and had some words with my new account manager."
"Find anything interesting?" Daphne asked, interested in the outcome.
He grinned as he leaned closer and both girls moved in, so close they could feel each other's breathe on their faces. "Dumbledore is a thieving fraudster!" he said with a wicked grin. "And I don't care who knows it, but I'm no longer on his side!"
"Then whose side are you on?" Astoria asked as she leaned in close enough that her lips were almost on his.
"Neither!" he spoke whimsically. "White and Black can meet Red or whatever other fucking colours there are! I don't care!" he said with a shrug. "They're all idiots! I'm sick of it all, so maybe if I step away from the light and dark, others will be smart enough to realise they're all douche bags! They're all bullies, and fools fighting over their own beliefs while trying to force those beliefs down other people's throats!"
"Wow!" Daphne said as they all pulled away from each other. Her eyes had widened as her mind ran through what he said. "That sounds better than being a groomed kitty, or a controlled puppy!" she said while Harry and Astoria laughed at her analogy. "Whatever," she said while rolling her eyes.
"Anyway, where are you going Potter?!" she asked while looking slightly up at him as he was taller than both her and her younger sister.
"I was heading back home!" he answered thoughtfully. "I have nothing better to do, why?"
"Aren't you going to the press conference?" Astoria asked him while he looked at her blankly. "I guess someone was keeping you away. The paper said you're going to be there at the ministry with Dumbledore. I guess Dumbledore's going to lie about why you couldn't make it! Mum's a freelance Reporter for the Daily Prophet, and we're supposed to meet her at the Ministry later."
"When is this?" Harry asked as he let his mind run a mile a second of ideas.
"Now...!" Daphne said as she looked at her watch. "If we hurry we shouldn't have missed much!"
"What ever happened to being seen with me?"
"Oh. That!" Astoria said shaking her head, making a non-caring gesture. "That doesn't matter now. This will be too good to miss!"
"Come on!" Daphne said, grabbing his left arm and dragging him towards the Leaky Cauldron with Astoria grabbing his other arm to help move him faster.
They got some odd looks as they charged through the alley knocking people out of the way and into the pub in quick time.
"No! I remember you boy! Out! You're not welcome!" Tom the landlord startled the girls as they looked to him as he charged over looking like a pile of filth.
"You do know that this is Harry Potter, right?" Astoria asked, befuddled.
"No he isn't!" he retorted smugly. "Potter has a lightning shaped scar on his forehead."
"And he had it removed or something you simpleton!" Daphne said with a glare.
"Right, you and our lying sluts, out...!" Tom spat out.
Harry raised a parchment copy of a deed in front of his face and smiled at him. "Seems your lease is up by March, and I was thinking this place might make a better empty lot!" he said with an amusing grin while the man took the papers shaking while the girls looked at Harry in awe.
"Well, hopefully Tom, you might be nicer to customers next time!" he said. "And ever talk like that to me or my friends again you ungrateful piece of shit and I'll cut off your tiny, filth covered prick!" he said before leading the girls to the floo.
"That was awesome!" Astoria giggled while the man was still shaking, looking at the parchment.
Harry closed his eyes and felt a slight sting in his forehead. "How's that... does that look right?" he asked while both girls nodded in shock.
"Now that is a neat trick," Daphne said. "But let's leave quickly before you miss too much!"
Harry nodded as he collected some floo powder for them, and in a flash of emerald flames they were exiting through a huge fireplace into the auditorium of the ministry building in London.
There was a large crowd surrounding a stage with two podiums in the centre. Harry had expected more than the mess he saw, but then realised he always did set his sights too high when it came to the magical world.
Dumbledore was up on stage at one podium while the crowd settled down. He was next to the Minister Fudge at his own podium. The old man had just started speaking, which meant that they weren't late.
"Unfortunately!" the old man began with a magically magnified voice thanks to the charmed microphones. "Minister Fudge, Mr. Potter couldn't make it here today, but he had thought to send a statement for me to read for him!" he said with a twinkle eye smile.
"Actually...!" Harry interrupted at the top of his lungs while the girls quickly parted from him so they couldn't get in the way and find a good place to watch. The crowed turned to stare at him in shock, and he enjoyed the look of worry that graced Dumbledore's face. "I'm sorry I'm late," he said as the crowd parted to let him through to the stage.
"I'm afraid that I wasn't made aware of this press meeting, no matter what Dumbledore says," he continued as he was helped up the steps to the stage by a familiar and concerned looking purple haired young woman. "I had just arranged a trip to Gringotts bank to see to some matters," he said, gulping as he turned to the crowd. "Turns out that I'm missing quite a lot of mail..."
He turned to look at Dumbledore while he had gone ashen white before turning back to the minster and smiling as he turned to the crowd while they were on the edge of imaginary seats.
"I have read a lot of things written about me in the Daily Prophet News Paper," he said as he shooed Dumbledore from the podium so the microphone would let everyone hear him. "Most of which I would call slanderous!" he commented whimsically. "Now I'm here to speak for myself. No Dumbledore and his mistruths. No more of the snivelling coward, Fudge and his lies!"
He found their reactions humorous but neither dared try to stop him or that would be front page news. "I don't care whether you believe in the return of Voldemort or not!" he said and shook his head at the collective gasps of horror. "For fucks sake... you're all a bunch of grown-ups and you're shitting yourselves over a pathetic made up name, by a half-blood magician who was once nothing but a manipulative Slytherin bully called Tom Riddle!"
It was admiral that they all just stared, dumbfounded, and looking at Dumbledore from the corner of his eye was a surprise. Dumbledore looked at Harry with a flash of anger. He wondered why Dumbledore had never before told anyone who Voldemort was, but internally shrugged and made a mental note to find out why at a later date.
Standing up straight, and sorting his tie to gather his thoughts and nerves; he continued after a deep breath. "Believe what you want to believe, I don't care about a stupid bunch of cowards who spread nasty rumours about people without a spot of proof based off crap written last year by a stupid fool, and disgrace to journalism like Rita Skitter!"
He grabbed the microphone and pulled it out of the podium. It was cordless, and came out easily as he walked around the podium. "Do you know your minister? The man you're so blindly following killed a criminal. Barty Crouch Jr. Without a second thought to get any truth, or any kind of trial for the crimes committed since his escape from Azkaban!
"Then he ignored every bit of evidence, such as the Dark Mark reappearing!" he spoke as he walked back and forth in front of them. "Didn't care to speak to me...! Didn't care about any such thing! What harm would there be in listening... preparing... because if you're wrong you might as well bend over and take the Death Eaters tiny little cocks up your asses like they take their masters!"
He held back his smirk as some angry faces caught his eyes. He could see some Death Eaters watching, gritting their teeth in anger. He liked that reaction. It made his speech all the more impactful. It showed he had power to upset them, and power to upset them was power to make them strike out against their masters' orders in their anger, but he would have to wait for that.
"I saw them fleeing back into his favour. Falling to their knees like the pathetic little servants they are, kissing his feet! But yet, you don't care! Especially those of you with your little murdering boners, ready to bow down and kiss his ass!"
He could almost laugh as he saw twitching hands. He saw Malfoy Sr. Watching. He was keeping his calm but his grey eyes betrayed his calm with hate and anger.
"Those of you not pure of blood...!" Harry continued. "Do you trust them to protect you?! Most of the ministry will fold the moment of invasion because they're cowards. Your friends will turn on you in an instant to save themselves! You each carry a weapon in your pocket and you wouldn't even draw it!"
"Potter!" the minister interrupted with a fake frown. "Are you trying to insight civil war!" he asked as if he thought he was being clever.
"Of course not, minister!" he replied as he thought, shaking his head while everyone watched him, and reporters from all over were scribbling everything down and taking pictures. "Civil war is too much hassle in my opinion. However, I wonder what you would have to fear. Is your career so much more important than the lives of your people, or even the lives of the muggles?"
The minister squirmed as he tried to look indignant. "O-of course not!" he quickly said but his voice wavered. Harry had never thought he would make much of a speaker, but going with the flow, and saying what needed to be said was easier than he thought, especially when people were so willing to listen. "I was just saying that... this is ridiculous. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has not returned, so don't listen to this foolish boy-!"
"Really now, Minister!?" he asked with a small smile of pity. "This really isn't about whether he has returned or not. That I'm sure should be for your aurors to investigate. They are investigating these claims aren't they? After all, such claims would be top priority given the evidence to date, wouldn't they?" he asked as he looked around to see a greying red haired woman.
"Amelia Bones, Head of the Law Enforcement Department!" he said remembering her from his hearing that summer. "Can I ask, are the aurors, or any of your department investigating, or maybe the investigation has come to a conclusion? Do you have a detective team to hand who can swear under oaf that they had taken on the case and to the best of their knowledge and ability not found anything?"
"No investigation has been made, not even an inquiry!" she called out to some hushed whispering. "There are no detectives or investigators working on any case of whether 'he' has returned."
"While I'm asking ma'am," he said, smiling at her in gratitude. "I was attacked during the summer by Dementors. Has your department investigated past my mockery of a hearing, in which for underage magic, that I used in front of a muggle already in the know, as if I was a criminal mastermind or super villain?"
"No Mr. Potter!" she replied, which caused more hushed whispering while the minister started sweating.
"I see..." he replied with a nod. "It is your job, to make sure things like this are investigated, correct?" he asked her.
"Then... I'm sorry but... should we fear for our safety?" he asked, putting on a concerned expression. "After all, if the Law Enforcement Department isn't investigating such threats to our safety as renegade dementors. Why may I ask did you feel that our safety was not a concern with the possibility that dementors were off on their own, or worse... that someone in the ministry was trying to use them for getting rid of someone who potentially stood in the way of their political power?"
"I was ordered by the minister's office!" she replied straight to the point. "I was threatened with my career. It is better to take that and wait until an opportunity arises in which I can show my evidence without repercussions which could cause more damage."
Gasps rent the chamber while Fudge looked sick.
"I see..." he answered, turning back to the crowd. "That is what the minister does," he said shaking his head. "I can't see that as very productive of any leader, no matter the circumstances."
"N-nonsense P-Potter!" he stuttered out, shivering. "I-I was doing what I had to..." he turned to the people. "I-if I started investigations, p-people w-would panic, and I might lose my-."
"Yeah mate - no dice!" Harry interrupted, shaking his head. "The people can see you now as nothing but a snivelling little prick!" he hissed out with a look of disgust. "I can't see you keeping office now the good people of the UK have had their eyes opened!"
"Harry! That is enough!" Dumbledore finally got in on the act as he took Fudge's place, as if he didn't think Harry was going after him next. He was and he allowed Dumbledore's interruption to allow him a moment to gather his thoughts.
Harry looked out on the crowd and they looked as if they were disappointed. That he was going to obey Dumbledore. However, two cute girls were watching from the side with identical grins. He realised that if he could keep on going, Fudge would be out of office soon, and he could bring Dumbledore down a few pegs. People loved the old man too much to take him out of the picture that easily, but it would be a start.
He had people listening to him now. He had the ears of the magical UK. He just needed to sow the seeds of doubt. He needed to put questions in people's heads. That way he could start the ball rolling to Dumbledore's downfall. The ball that Fudge so easily handed over before he could truly begin thinking of rolling it.
"Oh, right," Harry finally said, looking to Dumbledore as he pulled out some papers from his pocket and opened them for all to see. "Dumbledore has been stealing from me since before I even knew about the magical world, where he dumped me with my racist aunt and uncle. Where he has forced me to go every summer since then, and even this Christmas," he said before something came to his mind as he handed a brunette blue eyed woman in the front row the tonne of paper copies to pass around.
"Also while I'm here I am using... hang on, my bank manager told me this, but I wrote it down so I get it right," he said before he pulled out some more papers and clearing his throat. "By lore of magic from the Ancient and Mystical House of Potter... I Harry James Potter head of said house, do hereby invoke my right by magic to take into my house the headship of the Ancient and Noble House of Black as the heir of Black from my Godfather Sirius Black, and from this I do demand of the wizengamot that they respect my house, and all Ancient Houses with fair trial for Sirius Black!"
Those words made the hall freeze. The quiet was deafening, and Dumbledore was just standing still. He looked sicker than the minister. It was thrilling to get Dumbledore, but more so to do it in front of people.
The old man was the one to break the shocked quiet. "Nonsense now Harry!" he quickly said while everyone was coming to terms that Harry Potter was claiming that Sirius Black was innocent of his crimes and wanted to prove it. "You will return to your relatives," he said, not mentioning Sirius or the theft. "You are safe and loved there with family. It is your home, and your relative would never want to lose you!"
"Oh for the love of Morgana!" he said with a small smirk while everyone looked at him funny. "I've seen pictures, and she was smoking, while Merlin was not!" he said before turning back to Dumbledore. "I hate my aunt and uncle, and they hate me! They would be those muggles screaming 'burn the witches' the loudest! If they ever have a witch or wizard born to their family I am going to take the child myself because no kid deserves to grow up the way I did!
"I don't give a shit what you want any more old man!" he spat out in disgust. "I owe you nothing but my contempt! And you can take your fucking hippy little gang of pussy shit morons out of my house or I'll throw them out, and I won't be fucking nice about it!"
He threw the microphone towards the pale old man and he caught it absent-mindedly while Harry walked over to Amelia and giving Daphne and Astoria a short nod, relaying that he would see them later. They nodded in return, and he was surprised to see them make their way to the brunette woman he had handed the proof of Dumbledore's fraud too.
"Miss. Bones!" he said with a smirk. "It looks like we have a lot to discuss, and this time the minister's office can fuck off! First," he said while he knew other reporters were listening in. "I believe charges need to be brought upon our latest defence teacher for assault on children by use of blood quill as 'punishment' for disloyalty to Minister Fudge's Nazi Party!"
She immediately turned to some of her men. "Hogwarts now, and bring me Dolores Umbridge!" she commanded before turning to Harry, calming down. "Okay, if you would follow me to my office, Mr. Potter!" she said, leading the way with Harry following her.
Harry was in a good mood after his visit to the ministry as he easily slipped through the floo fire. Dumbledore had left somewhere, likely trying to create some damage control, and Harry was off to find his godfather to tell him about his trial. It was obviously a good day, thankfully, and he could spend the rest of the Christmas holiday at home with his real family doing Christmas things, and celebrating the New Year.
He exited the fire, and he was spat out in the kitchen of 12 Grimmauld Place, and happily scaring the hell out of Sirius Black with his suddenly appearance. Sirius had been pacing back and forth, not paying attention to his surroundings. His godfather had been the only one in the room and after the shock he looked relieved to see his godson in 1 piece.
Sirius rushed over after several blinks of surprise and engulfed his godson in a tight hag, near suffocating him he squeezed so tight. It didn't help that the man's hygiene record was not exactly perfect, but then moping in a house, mostly alone that he never wanted to set foot in again could dampen one's 'care factor' when it came to simply washing regularly, and became more of a chore to be done when itchiness occurs.
"Oh Merlin Harry; I thought you were dead when we heard about the house. What the hell happened? Your aunts' house blew up. We've all been so worried. I've been going out of my mind, and Dumbledore didn't help. But if anything happened to you, James and Lily would kill me again when I go."
"Man, you're crumpling my suit, its satin and you're crushing me!" Harry complained, trying to pry him off.
Sirius let go with a sheepish smile.
"What the hell happened?" Sirius demanded quickly as he looked to the door of the dark and dank room, but no one was coming. "Dumbledore said it must have been magic. He said you might have attacked your relatives. He said you're trying to discredit him, and not to trust you. Said you said you were at Gringotts when he knew you were with the Dursley's, so did you. Did you attack them?!"
"What kind of question was that Sirius?!" Harry demanded while the man looked away, ashamed until Harry spoke again. "I only killed my uncle. The other two weren't home, and then I turned on the gas cooker and living room fireplace and left under my invisibility cloak! Everything else was destroyed."
"Harry! What the fuck...!?" Sirius demanded, grabbing his arms and shaking him. "You freaking killed a muggle. If anyone finds out they'll claim you're a muggle hater, and with the things Dumbledore was saying about this press conference-."
"I don't hate muggles, and the conference went well... for me," he interrupted, offended. "I just killed a fat piece of shit that was attacking me! I did the world a favour. It was... accidental magic, but... I really couldn't care less any more"
"O-okay," Sirius said looking around in panic. "We can deal with this. If we just... no. You'll have to go into hiding before Dumbledore gets back-!" he stopped, flinching as Harry slapped him upside his head.
"Nobody can prove anything!" he quickly interrupted the man. "Stop being such a baby. It was Dumbledore's fault and I had just come from Gringotts before going to the ministry. That bastard has been committing fraud against my accounts!"
"W-what?" he asked, startled out of his panic. "B-but... Dumbledore..."
"Yeah, it got me thinking," he agreed with a shrug. "Dumbledore has so much power, had even more last year and the year before, but why couldn't he demand for the ministry to give you a fair trial? He could have done it easily while you were captured at the school. If he believed you were innocent, or cared to take the simple route.
"He wanted you kept from taking me from the Dursley's... there I only had him to go too, but not any more Fuck him and his bullshit! Anyway, I've gotten you your trial. Then I've publicly announced my support for you through the use of magical lore – you stupid dipshit. I am not going to let Dumbledore continue doing what he wants with my life, or anyone else's, even if I have to fight them.
"I'm gunning for him, Sirius!" Harry said coolly. "You can either stand by me and support my choice's or get lost and continue eating Dumbledore's shit. He almost got Arthur Weasley killed by a freaking magical snake. Whatever the Order is guarding isn't worth it. I doubt the old man has told anyone what it is, except maybe that piece of shit Snape that he trusts above anyone else, and its likely bullshit anyway!
"Then let's not forget Ronald attacking me with the twins, and then they get let off because they're grieving!" he snorted at the lack of humour. "Then to top things off I'm thrown out of my own house! While they get to stay in it! I get NO Christmas for being jumped from behind!"
"Okay, you've made your point!" Sirius said while rubbing his brow before double taking, frowning. "You've got me a trial?" he asked in surprise while Harry nodded. "So... that was what Dumbledore meant by... he said I couldn't trust you, and that you were going to turn on me next!"
"With you free and on my side we can start playing his game of magical lore!" Harry said, smirking. "The Potters and Blacks are two powerful houses. Together we could build alliances beyond the light and dark. Dumbledore is afraid that he'll lose control over us. Look at what he does. He trusts Severus Snape over anyone. The piece of crap that torments students to get his fucking jollies off, and Dumbledore lets him; laughing it off as if Snape isn't being a self-centred bitch... it's all just a big misunderstanding, yes. Because it's pretty clear that in life you have endless misunderstandings that make kids and adults hate you!
"I've had a long think while at the ministry, Sirius," he said while sighing tiredly. "The houses... Dumbledore just smiles in happiness while Gryffindors pick on Slytherins, and vice verse. He likes things the way they are. The Death Eaters are protected by Dumbledore because they're pure-bloods, giving them a 'second' chance. The Death Eaters are terrorists, and they need to be put down for the good of the people, muggle or mage.
"Dumbledore doesn't condone killing them, not because of some higher ground, but think on it. If we came out and killed them all; the pureblood population would drop significantly, and with that muggle-born mage and half-bloods would have to take over, and then-."
"The magical UK would change drastically," Sirius interrupted with wide eyes. "T-that would be why so many pure-bloods never went to jail-," he said to himself more than Harry in a small whisper. "Then they not only got away with some hideous crimes, but got to keep positions of power, and because of Dumbledore's control and the people who trust in him; he brushes it off and the muggle-born's don't try to start a coup!
"Then what about you?" Harry asked, startling the man. "Godfather to the Boy-Who-Lived. Do you think a man who knows too much didn't know about Pettigrew, and in turn, you? With you free I would have never grown up alone, easily manipulated with the wonders of friendships and teachers who would care, minus that prick Snape, but then he was to keep me down, so I didn't rise too far, but Dumbledore has fucked with me for the last time!"
Sirius sighed as he slumped into a chair. "Then the old man has to go down before he causes more innocent peoples' lives to go down the toilet to protect pureblood murderers!"
Harry was going to reply when the door slammed open and an older man walked in with a peg leg and a mad electric blue eye spinning in his left eye-socket. He wore a large brown coat and a lopsided sneer as he slammed the door closed behind him, swishing his wand the door sealed as he aimed his wand at the pair as they went for theirs while Sirius stood quickly.
"No need for that boys!" he chuckled humourlessly. "I happen to agree, but you shouldn't speak against the old fart without checking bases first!" he said as he placed his wand away into his coat. "The bastard left me tortured in that trunk last year. Dumbledore isn't stupid, and he has known me for years! Even with my... questioned mental state that old bastard knew with all of the blatant evidence.
"I've seen a lot of good people die in the previous war," he said gruffly. "Good men and women who could have gone on to doing great, most of them muggle-born, dying for the old man's 'ideals', not understanding the truth. Dumbledore led them to their deaths because they trusted him when it was always about control. Even then I saw it, but I chose to ignore it because I thought Dumbledore was ultimately working for the good of our world, but he is only working for the good of his morals and beliefs. I finally realised what he was doing when he left me to suffer."
"You only notice a bitch is being a bitch when they hurt you!" Harry said with a frown. "Welcome to the Order of Shut the Fuck up and Take no Prisoners!" he said laughing with Sirius while Mad-Eye-Moody rolled his one good eye.
"I saw your treacherous friend!" Moody growled suddenly. "He was upstairs, trying to get that annoying teacher's pet to touch him while she was being resistant. I would hurry up if I were you; boy had it out, and yes I can tell; this eye only sees shapes, like a muggle X-Ray-," he said trailing off as he saw Harry tear the kitchen door out of its frame with huge silvery grey fir clawed hands but they morphed back a moment later as he charged out of the hall.
Harry stormed through the hall and up the stairs while throwing the door to the side as he realised that he had touched Remus Lupin before and almost transformed into a werewolf in his anger. He didn't know how he could do that during the day as he had figured that he took genetic imprints of people, so maybe the werewolf could learn to control it.
He was on the 2nd floor in a moment and could sense the disturbance inside rather than hear anything, which was odd unless you knew of silencing magic. It was the same room he had shared with Ron for part of the summer, but he wouldn't again. He pushed on the door it was locked. However, Harry paused, and then concentrated on his body, more specifically his muscles, and then Hagrid.
He felt his body clench and tighten, pulsating as his muscles tensed and flexed beneath his suit without increasing too much in size as he forced the giant blood to condense his muscles, making him abnormally strong by human standards while still weak, even by Hagrid standards, (which he realised, showed Hagrid was so careful with people as to not accidentality hurt them), before he chose to force out growth, or change in appearance.
Harry kicked at the handle of the door and it bust open in a moment. He paused as he looked around when he heard crying. Ron had obviously silenced the room, and Harry found Hermione with her shirt and bra torn while her left boob was on display and he had a nice look before she folded her arms over her chest, embarrassed.
There were 2 broken wands; Ron and Hermione's, and it wasn't Hermione crying, but Ron as he was on the floor, trousers and pants around his ankles, holding his crotch and rocking on the spot, grossing out the universe no doubt. The ginger boy was crying with tears running down his face, squirming on the floor in pain.
Harry turned to Hermione. She was pretty, but nerdy, and sometimes too needy, and even bossier, but he cared about her. She had long hair to the small of her back, naturally curly, or crinkly the longer it got while being straighter up top.
Her hazel brown eyes held a few tears but she looked relieved to see Harry as he pulled off his suit jacket and slid it around her. She moved her arms, and didn't mind him seeing her this time as her arms slid in, (he had already seen her anyway, and he wasn't her attacker, but her friend), and Harry did up the buttons for her, to give her back her privacy.
"Oh, Harry!" she said in relief as she hugged him, burying her face into the crock of his neck, and he held onto her for a moment as he had released the strength he took from the giant blood so he wasn't hurting her; he could seriously get used to having cool powers, other than the regular magic. "Thank goodness you're here!" she said taking a shaky breath while breathing in his sweet scent, comforted by him.
"Everything is going to be okay now, Hermione!" Harry said giving her a kiss on the cheek and let her go gently. Harry wondered whether recanting his earlier thoughts about her being his sister, but then shrugged it off as they still weren't blood related, so everything was awesome and hot.
Then they turned with wide eyes as Ron screamed in agony. They turned to see his sister, Ginny. She had long red hair tied back into a ponytail to her butt. She was slender at 15 with a small chest wearing black robes. She had brown eyes that were blotchy, red and puffy from crying, and she had her wand pointed to Ron with an orange spell blazing out at him and rage in her eyes.
"That's enough, girl!" Moody said sternly as he limped up the stairs and pushed her wand hand away breaking the spell. She looked at him in disgust before looking to Harry, her expression one of despair. "You're lucky I silenced the area when you did that or Potter here would have to declare war on the magical world to keep you out of Azkaban because shits like them don't care for reason!"
She looked away from Harry in shame while her brother whimpered on the floor. "I'm sorry, Harry, really I am," she said, shaking with adrenalin. "I-I just – he had attacked you and got away with it when you saved dads life. Then he attacked Hermione; the disgusting piles of crap – as if he was in her league. I just knew Dumbledore would make it go away, but he can't forget this; his punishment; his 'little' sister used the unforgivable on him; it just... I couldn't help myself...! You're my friends, and I don't have many people I could count on, and then, it's only right that you should count on me too."
"It's okay, Ginny!" Harry said quickly as he went to her and she melted into his arms. He took a deep breath of her powerful scent. "Sirius isn't the only one who hasn't showered in a few days," he said while she tried to pull away, mortified as she realised it was true, but he wouldn't let her get away. "But I like your smell; much more to my tastes," he said as she relaxed back into his arms.
"N-nothing's okay!" They were startled apart by the hiss. It was Ron as he spat out in spite, glaring up at them. "You'll be in Azkaban by dinner, Ginny!" he sneered up at her. "But leave Granger with me and I'll keep my mouth shut!"
"Moody... erase that pricks memory for me would you!?" Harry ordered and the man limped forward while Sirius was seen to have been watching in shock behind him.
"With pleasure!" he growled out with his wand pointed at the shocked boys face. "No offence boy but I've always thought of you as a useless twerp, jealous of things other people have forced on them and never wanted, because you have no idea how good you have it!"
Harry was sitting in Hermione and Ginny's room several minutes later after dealing with Ron and wondering what was wrong with him. Harry was sat cross legged on Ginny's bed leaning up against the wall, after having taken his shoes off. Ginny was sitting next to him with her arms around his waist, and head on his shoulder while Hermione, still wearing his jacket as she liked the feel of the silk and he made a mental note to get her some silk, whatever, for her birthday. She was in a slump back with her head in Harry's lap looking up at him, depressed.
"So... Dumbledore has been... oh Merlin, Harry!" Hermione said, rubbing her eyes as they were slightly puffy. "Then Ron!" she said shaking her head. "He said that Dumbledore promised he could have the 'no good for nothing muggle'!" she declared after Harry had told her what he had been up to, pleased he still had friends, and he wasn't the only one Dumbledore was plotting against.
Harry made an annoyed noise while she looked so confused. "Don't mind those pricks; you're still a very good witch. So you're not on my level of practical application of magic...or at least quick spells; you're still much better than Ron, and you're smarter in all the ways that you would need a brain, and he called you a muggle; he's pathetic. Anyway, muggles are cool, I like them, met some cute muggle girls who were all really nice."
"Thanks Harry," she said with a small smile before sighing as she turned over onto her side, hugging his right leg. "I guess, but I thought he was our friend but hearing him saying that he didn't care what we wanted and that Dumbledore promised him not only money he was probably planning on stealing from you, but me too!"
"I can't believe Ronald would be so heartless!" Ginny said patting her friends back before slumping in Harry's arms more to hold her friends hand and give her a half cuddle, which she took, holding back tightly. "Harry's always been so nice to everyone, and he saved my life and almost died doing that, likely because of Dumbledore," she said looking up at him. "I would never betray you for anything because I know you would stand by me if I needed it, and that is what friends do! He's like your very own Peter Pettigrew, hiding out to betray you to the 'light' rather than the 'dark'."
"I'm more concerned that Daphne and Astoria Greengrass are secretly nice and Harry never told me before now that his first kiss was Astoria!" Hermione said cheekily while Ginny laughed a little. "I always thought Cho was your first kiss, but this is wow, and another reason Ron would hate you and be jealous because that girl is cute, and even I'll admit that."
Harry chuckled nervously. "I liked... maybe still like Cho, but I never knew how to speak to her, especially after Cedric's death. Anyway, about Tori, I honestly didn't think you would believe I kissed her, and then I was kind of scared Ron would freak out and go on one of his stupid Slytherin hate rants for a few hours and then run off and pick on first year Slytherin girls. I really didn't want the bother because I would have to rescue them again, and I don't like seeing the looking so scared, and I hate bullies!
"After this thing with Umbridge he started taking it out on the innocent little first year snakes," he said with a sheepish grin as Hermione moved, nearly sitting up in his lap to look at him.
"Harry, why didn't you tell me?" she demanded in concern. "I'm a prefect. I would have told Professor McGonagall!" she reprimanded. "Ronald can't just go around bullying first years, especially when he's supposed to be a prefect too! What did he do when you stopped him doing what he wanted?"
"Laughed like I was joking!" he said, baffled. "He had Seamus and Dean with him too, and some other guys I'm not very familiar with from Gryffindor. They kept trying to hex the first years while I shield them and they thought I was tormenting the little snakes too. They didn't seem to comprehend a Gryffindor sticking up for the wee-snakes. I'm a freaking parselmouth; every time Ron insults any serpent, as in actual snakes, or any innocent Slytherin in some fashion it insults me!"
He sighed, slumping down into Ginny's pillows. "I mean, come on, no tact at all," he said while Hermione sighed while cuddling up with Harry, resting her head on his chest while Ginny curled up to his side, and he was practically lying down with them on top of him, but it was comfortable. "I just don't get the fascination about hating someone because they're different. Ron could be worse by far than Malfoy sometimes, and... I'm sorry Hermione. I guess I was trying to keep you from really looking at Ron and seeing he was a bully.
"I guess, growing up with my cousin bullying me I was used to it, and it took me a while to notice," he said sheepishly. "I could have shattered Dudley's teeth down his throat when he picked on me, but more the kids around me, but defending me or others from him came with a whale sized uncles child beating wrath. Ron was my first ever friend, and I guess that I let all of the bad slide. He was okay the first couple years, but then... I don't know, maybe Dumbledore preyed on his greed. But here, in the magical world I knew that I could stop the bully, but I just wish I attacked them now; I won't let them get away with it any more"
"Good!" Hermione said as she turned so she was snuggling Harry while face to face with Ginny. "We'll both stand right beside you, right, Ginny?!" she asked and ordered at the same time but Ginny didn't mind.
"Of course...!" Ginny agreed readily as she took Hermione's hand, shaking on it, but they didn't let go; content in holding hands on his chest, which was covered in a soft black silk shirt. "We'll be here for you every step of the way to stop these bullies, from Dumbledore to V-Voldemort!" she agreed with a nod of satisfaction.
Harry laughed, and kissed both of his close and loyal friends on the forehead each. "Thanks girls, I-I umm... I love you both too!" he stuttered out while they giggled and held him tighter when suddenly they all jumped with both girls flying off the bed either side as Ginny's mum banged on the door.
"Girls!" she called out loudly. "I heard Harry was back safe and sound and he was with you!" she said, suspiciously as she rattled the handle as the door wouldn't open.
Harry grinned at the girls as they quickly climbed to their feet and he hoped off the bed and opened the door to reveal the plump woman. "Sorry, the door was locked. I was just hanging out with the girls, we were chatting about silly things really, but it's nice to lock ourselves in for a bit of privacy," he said while the woman look confused about the jacket Hermione wore. He laughed. "It's my jacket. Hermione caught her blouse on something and ripped it and being the gentleman that I no doubt am, I offered my jacket."
"Well, okay then!" she said with a wide smile. "Harry, Professor Dumbledore asked me to come and fetch you. He's waiting downstairs and he is truly disappointed in your behaviour," she was quick to reprimand him.
"You know, I love your cooking, Mrs. Weasley... no, I suppose that isn't right," he said thoughtfully. "I think Aunt Molly would be a better name!" he said shocking her. "You've been the only mother figure I've ever had. I've never had a family before because Dumbledore took everything from me after Voldemort took mum and dad. He took away my mother's friends, forbid them taking me home... he is a very powerful man yet even now I had to use my pull to get Sirius a trial.
"I've actually always liked cooking," he said thoughtfully. "It was always that one thing the Dursley's forced me to do since I was tiny that I actually enjoyed. I didn't get to enjoy the meals of course, and sometimes I was lucky to get a few scraps or some bread and butter. It was better than nothing I suppose. But it turns out that I own the Leaky Cauldron, and I've eaten there, and yeah, no thank you.
"I was thinking of renovating the place, and offering you the job of head chef, if you want the job," he said with a shrug. "I know how you probably get bored with all of your family, other than... Uncle Arthur having moved out or at school, and I thought it would be cool to have a place where I could go and work off some stress too, maybe try some of my own food for a change. Well you don't have to answer right away, but let's just say, I'm expecting a renovation to make quite the penny for my company."
Harry smiled while she looked flabbergasted. He knew she wouldn't be embroiled in the same as Ron. She was too much of a noble and honourable woman, raised to know lore and respect it, coming from a noble family, her brothers died in the first war against Voldemort, and she wouldn't want anyone else to die if she could protect them.
Molly Weasley would never sink so low as to steal, even under Dumbledore's 'Greater Good' because if the other side of her family found out they would kill her, and her husband might even divorce her as he was a good man and despite his ignorance about muggles he wasn't stupid.
Harry grinned and winked to his 2 favourite girls while they giggled and followed him out of the room, attaching them-selves to an arm each. It took only a few moments to reach the ground floor from 3rd, and the girls made mental notes to seal their room tight as Ron was with the old man Dumbledore, (just for the added security), and it was lucky the fool didn't know that he had been tortured for attacking Hermione, or they might have been jumped without remorse or recourse.
"Hello Mr. Dumbledore," Harry said with a fake smile as the old man looked at him but for once his mind was like a computer vault. "You are no longer welcome within these walls, and if you chose to not vacate in the next minute we will be forced to remove you!"
"Now Harry!" the old man said, laughing with twinkle mind rape eyes, but Ginny and Hermione wouldn't give him eye contact. "This is the base of the Order of the Phoenix!" he said as if he was speaking to a spoilt child, as if he was ever spoilt; he knew pain and suffering more than too many.
"No," he answered coldly. "This is my house, and I plan on breaking your face if you do not take your minions and get the hell out-!"
"See Sirius...!" Dumbledore said while Sirius stood to the side with Moody and Remus while other members of the Order stood around watching, confused. "Harry needs to be put back onto the correct path, friends with Ronald and Ronald's muggle-born girlfriend Miss. Granger!"
"Ronald will stay away from my friends if he knows what's good for him!" Harry replied snidely while Sirius glared at the old man. "He is nothing but a greedy bully. I've had to deal with people like him my whole life, so I know when to cut ties. I hate the way he picks on innocent little first years while laughing when I have to protect them!"
"They're nothing but filthy little Slytherins!" Ron declared and surprisingly Dumbledore nodded along in agreement.
Harry stepped towards him with a growl. "And you're a filthy fucking small cocked bastard who has the intelligence of an orange!" Harry hissed out in rage causing the boy to step back. "I no longer allow bullies to be my friends. I've had enough of it you pile of dung. You can't even bully anyone your own age, you remind me of Dudley Dursley; a poor excuse for a human!"
"Enough now Harry!" the old man said as he drew his wand in a flourish. "I shall have to put you on the right-!" He paused as he was tackled by Harry while he was busy trying to monologue. They crashed to the floor together where Dumbledore lost his wand and cried out for help as Harry hit him with a right punch to the face, breaking his nose in a splash of blood before jumping off the old man and grabbing Dumbledore's fallen wand.
"Avada...!" Harry hissed and the tip of the white wand that once belonged to Dumbledore lit up green and the minions stopped as they were about to attack. "My enemies are to take the old man and get out of my house!" he demanded in spite.
He would be surprised how many people stayed, but he wasn't surprised the criminals all went with Dumbledore as he kept them out of jail where they belonged. Ron had sneered at his family and called them traitors as he left with his twin brothers. They left mainly because they felt like tools, letting them-selves be manipulated by Ronald, and they would go home to find away to repent and beg forgiveness that they weren't sure they deserved.
Harry looked at Dumbledore's wand; now his. He felt it choose him. It had a strange black mark on it that looked just like the one on his invisibility cloak. He smirked as maybe they were some kind of signature. It was nice to think that they were a part of a set, but he wouldn't doubt Dumbledore would have known, so why would he have returned the cloak apart from some scheme, probably to allow him to sneak around and complete the challenges during school.
Turning his head, Ginny was hugging him from behind while Hermione walked around him and gave him a hug from the front, and he felt content in their arms. They were his girls, and his best friends and he loved them.
"Sirius!" he said as the girls let him go after a few moments. "It's time we remove his fidelius charm and place a new one."
"Right you are, mate!" he readily agreed, smirking. "After all as such an old and powerful house my family made provisions!"
"Good; get it done," Harry said, taking his favourite girls hands and leading them up the stairs with him. "I'm going to go and get some rest with my best friends. I'm a little sleepy but Hermione will hopefully help me with my homework before I'm off," he said laughing sheepishly. "The homework I completed was completely destroyed at the Dursley's!" he declared, sighing dramatically while the girls giggled and held onto him tightly.