Chapter Three: Summer Begins
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A/N: Info from Pottermore will be in this story, so if anything that seems odd but canonical that is the reason. Keep the reviews coming! Cheers!
A/N2: Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but my grandfathers been moved out of his house where I live due to his health and I have just been concerned with all of that, and hope to be back to writing more sooner. Cheers!
Harry Potter was at this very moment kissing the ground. Normally this would be seen as an odd thing for him to do given that he loved flying. After spending an hour and a half in a flying car with his mother behind the wheel he was glad to be anywhere but in the air. Sirius and his father were doing the same thing at the moment. His mum on the other hand was walking around the front of the car twirling the keys on the end of her left index finger. She looked down at them as if there was something wrong with them.
"Come on it wasn't that bad. I only barrel rolled it twice." His mum said sweetly. When the other three occupants of the car groaned she laughed and walked into the house.
Harry managed to get his legs to function once more, and followed his mum into their house. The house on the outside looked quaint and peaceful. He liked the fact that the house was not a cookie cutter house like the Dursley's was. None of the houses on the street was a carbon copy of its neighbor. Harry wondered how enchanted the house would be. Was it going to be magically expanded, or was it just your average cottage styled home with only a few bedrooms and the essentials? Harry took a deep breath and entered into his new home.
"Wow." Harry said in a low whisper.
Just like the tent he had stayed in over the summer this house's outer appearance belied its true inner proportions. The living room was twice the size of the Dursley's, and Harry would wager a bet that the kitchen and den were equally enchanted. For the first time in his life he was looking around the room and seeing pictures of himself decorating the walls. Somehow there was a picture of him avoiding the Hungarian Horn-tail hanging on the wall.
"Mum where did you get the picture of the horn-tail?" quizzed Harry.
"A photographer from Gryffindor showed me a collection of them. I think his name is Collin Creevey." Harry groaned at the name while his mum just smiled. "What Harry, he's just a fan boy there is nothing to worry about."
"Says you, you don't have to share a dorm tower with him." Harry was laughing a little.
"Even you find the kid funny." His father said with a grin.
"I actually find him more annoying than funny dad."
"Keep telling yourself that, and maybe one day in twenty years you'll believe it."
"James, be nice." His mum scolded.
"Yes dear. Are you still going to go check in on your nephew tomorrow?"
"He's your nephew too, and yes I am. After seeing him in person I don't trust my sister or that whale-"
"He's a walrus mum." Harry cut in.
"Harry that's not nice." The look his mum was giving him was bone chilling.
"Lils you just called the man a whale." James said with a grin on his face. His mum just glared at his dad. "Ok, ok. So let's show you to your room."
The room was about the size of Dudley's room back at Privet Drive. The bed was a nice sized bed, and pictures of him and his friends were on the walls. Above his bed was a place to hang his Firebolt with a plaque above it reading 'Touch this and die'.
"That was your dad's idea." Lily pointed to the sign.
"It fits." Harry said just above a whisper. "I like it."
"Well we love to hear it, and welcome home son." His mum placed a hand on his shoulder.
It had been a week since Daphne left the UK for the shores of Florida, and she was enjoying the sun. The weather had been rather abysmal for the first few days they were here, but now the sun was shining, and there wasn't a thunderstorm or hurricane in sight. So as far as Daphne was concerned everything was good. At the moment she was lying on her stomach letting the sun's warmth give her a nice tan.
"And to think Malfoy is nowhere in sight."
Daphne's bliss was broken by the last voice she'd want to her.
"I wouldn't say that Greengrass." Malfoy's destroyed this moment. The blond was wearing some tight swimming trunks.
"What are you doing here Malfoy?" Daphne asked this as she reached into side bag to grab the alert charm her father gave her in case she was being harassed by someone.
"Why would you say that Greengrass?" asked Malfoy as he sauntered over to her chair.
"Malfoy quit walking like that and tell me what you want." Daphne couldn't wipe the smile off her face at the look on Malfoy's face.
"Who the bloody hell do you think you are?" Malfoy spat back.
"You're better Malfoy." Her father's voice cut the air like a knife.
The shocked look on Malfoy's face was priceless. Her father had a look of scorn that promised only pain to the young Lord Malfoy.
"My apologies Mr. …"
"That's 'Lord Greengrass' young man." The anger was barely contained in her father's voice. "What brings you all the way across the pond Mr. Malfoy?"
"I just wanted to check on a classmate of mine milord that is all." It was obvious that Draco didn't like the fact that her family was of a higher status than his. "I was just worried about her is all Lord Greengrass what with her being friends with Potter and all."
"You mean our family cannot associate with the Ancient and Noble House of Potter Mr. Malfoy?" Her father sounded furious.
"You are free to do as you wish Lord Greengrass." Malfoy looked a little terrified at the moment. "I am just worried about your family."
"Because of Voldemort's return, and don't think I don't know about it." Malfoy looked shocked that her father would even use the man's name. "Death itself revived the Potter's, and I am sure that madman has done something to prolong his unholy life."
"What makes you believe he isn't dead milord?"
"What proof is there that he is dead Mr. Malfoy?" Her father glared at Malfoy for a prolonged period in hopes the boy would say something. "There isn't a shred of evidence to that Voldemort died that night young man, and if the only reason you're here is to stare at my daughter then I suggest you leave before I bind you to the spot and call the Magical Patrol."
Draco stormed off only looking over his shoulder once, and Daphne was fairly certain that that was so he could get one last look of her in a bikini. When she looked back at her father she could tell he was worried. She couldn't blame him. The Malfoy's were longtime supporters of the Dark Lord, but he mainly stayed in Europe he couldn't possibly hurt them here could he?
"Is something the matter father?"
"Not yet my dear, but I think I am going to go back home and activate the old wards." Daphne drew a sharp breath. "Don't worry dear the words would know you by blood, and your friend Tracey as well. In fact I might invite the Davis family to stay with us for their own safety."
"But I thought their house was well warded." Daphne looked at her father quizzically.
"It is, but not as well as ours. Remember dear our ancestors made a deal with Sidhe."
It took a while for the information to click, but when it did Daphne's jaw just fell open. Though the sidhe had left long ago their magic was still very powerful. There were place in England and Wales you couldn't get to because of their magic. If the old wards of their house were put up by the sidhe then anyone trying to break into their manor was in serious trouble.
The summer so far hadn't been so great for Ron. He tried to find out more about the Greengrass families ties to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but his parents didn't know much. It was from the house of Slytherin that all of Voldemort's followers came from… well there was also Pettigrew to think about. So sure maybe a few of the followers were not from Slytherin, but all Slytherins were his followers. That was the only way to think about this sort of thing. He was from Slytherin according to Harry, and so thus all Slytherins must follow Voldemort.
A knock on his door snapped Ron out of his thoughts. "Come in."
When the door opened Ron was surprised to find Mr. Potter standing there. "Nice place you've got here young man." He said as he looked at the Chudley Cannons posters on the walls. "Not the greatest team in the world, but still not the worst."
"That's easy for you to say."
"Well it's true. When they started back in 1753 they were among the best in the world. They also won the World Cup in 1809, but I'm sure you already knew this." James sat down in a chair across from him.
"Why are you here Mr. Potter?"
"To save you from the biggest mistake of your life." said James sternly.
"What do you mean?" Ron asked more sharply.
"You are throwing away you friendship with my son because of his new friendship with Ms. Greengrass. Why do something like that? House Rivalry is one thing, but this is something else. Isn't it?"
The look Mr. Potter was giving him let Ron know he was not leaving without answers. Ron sighed heavily in defeat. "Mr. Potter I think Harry is making a mistake. There are no Slytherins that have ever been on the side of the Light."
Mr. Potter held up his hand. "That is incorrect. Name me the most famous wizard of all time."
"Albus Dumbledore." Ron said quickly.
"Not of our time young man. I said of ALL time." Mr. Potter was just staring at him in disbelief.
"That would be Merlin sir. I'm sorry I just wasn't thinking."
"Apparently," James chuckled. "What would you do if I told he was a Slytherin?"
"I would call you a liar." Ron said quickly.
"Well I'm not. All you have to do is look in the school records, and go to the Room of Trophies, he earned quite a few. Not many students go there these days, and that is a shame." James said this as calmly a possible.
"How could he be in Slytherin? He was a proponent of Muggles and muggle-borns, and no Slytherin was like that." Ron said finitely.
"Not true." Ron wanted to respond, but James held up his hand. "Back in Salazar Slytherin's time not many people believed in that garbage. I know this because one of my ancestors was in Slytherin at that time, and his name was Anton Peverell, and his journal I will give it to you so you can understand the environment the school was founded in." When Ron nodded his head James pulled a book out of his pocket. "Lilly has already cast a spell to translate from old English to modern, so don't worry about it."
"What is in this thing?"
"The truth," James stood up and walked out the door.
Ron looked at the book. It was mad of black leather and what felt like papyrus. He took a look at the date: June of 995. The content was not what he was expecting. Magic-bob was something new to him. It talked mainly of his hopes of being accepted into Hogwarts, and of his joy at being accepted. When he started school he exhaled his joy at being sorted into Slytherin, and praised the man for his ability to craft amazing potions. The journals next few years complained about Slytherin's ranting about blood supremacy, and it didn't seem like anyone liked it saved for a Crabbe, Gaunt, McNair, and… Weasley? This was impossible the Weasley family has been in the Gryffindor house since… ever. He needed to consult his father on this.
Heading down stairs Ron found his mother backing away packing things in to an expanded suitcase. She looked more worried now then she had when she heard He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was back. Thankfully that crazy old fool hadn't done anything… yet.
"Mum what are you doing?" asked Ron.
"I'm putting a few things away. We will be going over to one of Sirius' old houses to stay for a bit. I was going to come upstairs and tell you to start packing, but this makes it easier."
"I will in a minute mum. Is dad home?" Ron asked.
"Yes he is in the kitchen. Why, is something wrong dear?"
"Nothing," Ron said quickly. He made his way into the kitchen before his mum could ask him anymore questions. His father was sitting there reading the Prophet. The look on his face was troubling. "What's wrong father?"
"It's nothing you need to worry about son. What do you need Ron?" his father asked a little shakily.
"Well father I was wondering if any of our family was sorted into Slytherin. That's garbage right?"
His father raised an eyebrow. "Yes there were quite a few who were. Some dark than others, but you can't choose your family. How did you find out about that portion of our family history?" Arthur asked.
"Mr. Potter gave me a journal of one of his ancestors, and within the book was the name Hadrian Weasley was listed as a Slytherin student." Ron said quizzically.
"Hadrian Weasley was in Slytherin house yes, but his twin brother was in Hufflepuff." Ron went to say something, but his father silenced him with a look. "Up until four centuries ago Slytherin house was quiet noble. When separation from the muggles came around Salazar's blood supremacy ideal took root. You see its petulant fruit today." Arthur looked at his son seriously. "Are you still questioning Harry's friendship with Ms. Greengrass?"
"Yes. Even though Slytherin house may have been good at one point in time now they aren't. How can we trust them?"
"Because not all Slytherins are evil, did you know one of your mum's cousins is in Slytherin?"
"No, that's not possible!" Ron screamed.
"Calm down Ronald!" his father chided. "No it is very possible. How is being cunning an evil attribute?"
"Because only evil people have that attribute," Ron smiled, "and honestly who could argue against that?"
"Look this is going nowhere Ronald. All I am going to say is that if you cannot get past the Greengrass girls being in Slytherin then you will not be going to Harry's birthday party in two weeks so you have some thinking to do son."
Arthur returned to reading the paper. Ron wanted to continue the discussion, but given his father had never acted like this before so he decided not to press the issue. If his father and Mr. Potter were right then Ron would have to do some rethinking about the Greengrass girls if he was going to regain his friend.
Harry was lying in bed looking at the ceiling. It was really weird being in the home he had last been in when he was an infant. The room once held his crib now held posters of the Holyhead Harpies players in a form fitting robes. It was still weird to get things like that from his parents. It was even weirder not being asked to cook things for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Just thinking of that made him wonder how Dudley and Vernon were handling Petunia's cooking. Harry wanted to laugh at the thought of Aunt Petunia's cooking. His mum was glad to have him helping out in the kitchen, but she didn't want him doing all the work.
A knock on his door broke into his thoughts. "Come in." When Viktor Krum came walking through the door Harry jumped to his feet. "What are you doing here Viktor?"
Viktor laughed. "Well if I am going to make this relationship work with Her-my-onie I decided to take an offer from Puddlemere United."
"Awesome." Harry shook Viktor's hand. "It'll be great to see you more often."
"It vill be great seeing more of Her-mi-onie." Viktor said with a smile.
"I'm sure she was happy to hear it." Harry said with a smile.
"She was afraid I was making a mistake." Viktor smile fell.
"Hey, I would call it a bad day when Hermione didn't say something wasn't a bad idea." Harry said patting Viktor on the shoulder. Viktor smiled.
"I heard that Harry." Harry jumped at the sound of Hermione's voice.
"Didn't know you were here Hermione," Harry looked over his shoulder and smiled. "So how was Bulgaria?"
"It was spectacular." She wrapped an arm around Viktor's. "So have you heard from Daphne Harry?"
"Yes, she should be back tomorrow." Harry smiled at the thought of Daphne arrival. "So what were you guys going to do today?"
"Nothing really 'arry," Viktor said as he kissed Hermione's hand. "Unless you would like be there when I sign my contract."
"I think that would lead the world into thinking I would be going professional quidditch." Harry smiled.
"You would be a good quidditch player 'arry. If you fly like I saw last 'ear you would great at it." Viktor said soundly.
"But I was told I would make a good Auror." Harry said rubbing the back of his head.
"But in quidditch your chance of dying is less." Viktor said with a smile.
"This is true." Harry laughed.
The boys tried to keep conversation away from quidditch for Hermione's sake, and it seemed to Harry that Viktor was more than willing to do that. With one last look at his watch Viktor asked "Vould you like to come with us to the signing?"
"Why? Have they been asking about me?" Harry asked tentatively.
"Yes, and Hermione is going to need one of her best friends there. Ron wanted talk about nothing but quidditch." Harry flinched. "That's what I thought, so vill you come with us?"
"Sure, just let me go tell my parents." Harry walked down stairs. His mum was sitting on his dad's lap while he was trying to watch the television. "Mum, dad can I go with Viktor and Hermione?"
His mum looked over at him. "Why?"
"Well Viktor asked me if I wanted to go with them."
His mum looked over at his father who just nodded. "Sure Harry. Just be back before dark."
"Yes ma'am." Harry walked back to his friends. "I'm able to go."
"Then let's go 'arry. The signing is at three." Viktor said as took Hermione's hand. "And after that I am taking Hermione to dinner, and you are welcome to join us."
"You did it Viktor." Hermione said.
"I did?" asked Viktor.
"Yes dear," Hermione stood on her leaned over and kissed Viktor.
Harry smiled he hadn't seen Hermione this happy ever. Sure she was happy when she got top marks on a test, but that wasn't happy about that?
"So you ready to go 'arry?" Viktor asked.
"Then let's go." Hermione said as she took Viktor's hand.
The trip to River Piddle was mad through the Floo Network. Harry wished he had much better skill at this. He was starting to get used to this. When he stumbled out into the Puddlemere United office he held out his arms to make his entrance more embarrassing than need be. As Viktor helped him to his feet Harry shook his head at the smile on his friends face.
"Is this the normal vay you exit the Floo network?" Victor asked.
"Yeah it is." Harry rubbed the back of his head.
Viktor laughed. "Well there is always flying."
"There's always flying." Harry chuckled.
"Let's get this over with then boys." Hermione said.
"Yes my English flower." Viktor said with a smile.