Chapter 1
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1 Dementors Suck!
I was walking in the park, glad to be away from those annoying relatives. Frankly, I am getting tired of being treated as trash all of the time. Bloody Ron and Hermione didn't write at all, when I sent Hedwig to them and demanded a response she didn't come back. Did they hold her back? Everything feels wrong since that bloody tournament. I am sick of having nightmares, I am sick of being alone.
Ah, there is cousin Dudley and his gang, working on his future stay in juvie, harassing the small kids again. One or two years more and they will be locked up for sure. I approached them, "Wow, Dudley, you must be a Superhero, quickly, steal his money before that Supervillain can do evil with it."
"What are you doing here Freak?" said an annoyed Dudley, "Why are you not on your bed crying like a baby? Cedric! No! Don't kill him! Does that sound familiar?"
Auch, that hurt, I admit, I better get even, "At least I am not an evil bastard who is robbing little kids. Hey Pierce, did you know Dudley wet his bed until he was ten years old? Ah, there are the coppers."
That comment made them make a run for it, except Dudley, enraged, he came to me, "Do you think that was funny, Freak? Do you think I am afraid of your kind?"
I pulled my wand, which made him stop his charge at me, I shouted back, "I am tired of your bullying, fat ass, it is time I give you another Tail. Now sod off and leave me alone."
That moment, it got cold, very cold, Dementors? Here? Dudley felt it too, "Are you doing this Freak? Stop doing that!"
I saw two dementors closing in, "Dudley, run! We are under attack, run!"
That asshole did not listen and gave me a right hook to my face, then he made a run for it, bloody wanker. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts… I don't have any! One of them grabbed me and closed in with his mouth, at the last second I pulled my mouth down and the Dementor kissed my scar. I felt something leaving and something rushing in.
That gave me the time to cast, "Expecto Patronum!" my stag got the dementor full on his antlers and chased it away, "Quick! Do the other one too!" I called out.
Dudley got saved from a snog at the last second, my Patronus hunted both Dementors through the park. Dazed, I sat down, what did that Dementor do to me? Suddenly I felt memories rushing in. What the Hell? Why do I have memories of an old man in my head? I can not understand a thing what he is saying or doing, German? Dutch? Danish? I focused on the here and now, what is Mrs. Figs yelling about?
Groggy, I followed her, dragging Dudley along the best I could, it was like I heard everything double, one in my head and the other live. I decided to drop Dudley, it is time he gets on a diet. The dual sound kept on going, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon freaking out, the owls coming in, Dumbledore's howler, it is as if I experienced it before.
Finally, I snapped out of it, "Enough! I saved Dudley's bacon out there! If not for me his soul would have been sucked out today. I am going to my room."
Once I got on my bed, I blacked out. Slowly those memories rooted in my mind.
Xxxxx
A few hours later I woke up, those memories were clear now, I could view them like a movie, no emotions or hearing him think, just a homemade movie of an old man, I could not understand a word they were saying. Then I focused on Keywords of the books he was reading, Harry Potter? Curious, I followed that, aha! He is starting to read books in English!… The prisoner of Azkaban? Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire? I focused on the books, with a bit of concentration, I downloaded the book into my brain. It was exactly how that happened!
What book is next? Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix? What the Hell? I am going to be tortured with a Bloodquill? Sirius will die? Wait a second, what is Dumbledore telling me at the end? That son of a bitch! My life was a joke to him? "I knew I was condemning you to ten dark and difficult years." He Knew!
The Halfblood Prince? Royalty? NOO! Snape? This is getting weird, there is no logic at all, Dumbledore is working harder to save Malfoy than to save the rest of us? He is allowing Malfoy to smuggle Death Eaters into the Castle? Katie Bell almost died, Ron almost died and poor Draco needs saving? Horcruxes, that is why he kept on coming back. He admitted again he knew my situation by telling them "He has known nothing but neglect and often cruelty at your hands."
"The magic I evoked fifteen years ago means that Harry has powerful protection while he can still call this house 'home.' However miserable he has been here, however unwelcome, however badly treated, you have at least, grudgingly, allowed him houseroom." And you didn't do shit about it you son of a bitch!
The Deadly Hallows… I can not believe this, that Naffer is giving me a snitch? Hermione a fairy tale book, and Ron a cigarette lighter… He doesn't smoke! Crap, on the run with Ron and Hermione in a tent, that will be fun, the Ministry, assholes as usual, Ron doing a runner, as usual, Christmas with Bathilda Bagshot, is this my future? Malfoy's Dungeon, Dobby, Luna, Griphook? Crap! We are robbing Gringotts? Dragon…
I can not believe the final fight is at Hogwarts, Neville shaped up well, Giants, werewolves, Acromantula, Snape? What the hell are those memories? Even when he is dead those idiots are dancing to Dumbledore's tunes? He is a bloody painting! They are setting me up to DIE? I have a bloody Horcrux in my scar? No way! I die and it is Dumbledore that is waiting for me? Impossible! Mum and Dad would be there! This must be some trick Magic to fool me, at the moment I want to pummel him.
There is no way in hell I am going to name my kid Albus Severus or marry Ginny. Ron and Hermione? They kill eachother within a year. That is a lot to process. What I do know is that Dumbledore is setting me up to die. He is letting us run around like headless chickens for a whole year, without training us one bit.
So if I am right, someone is sitting in the bushes watching my misery.
Xxxxx
What is next? Ah, the old man is writing stories on his computer. Hmm? Ah, what ifs stories… Fan Fiction they call it... Hey? Did I get to have a harem? Hermione, Susan Bones? She is hot, Luna, I guess she is nice, no way! Greengrass? That is a stuck-up bitch! Tonks? She is bloody old!
What else is on that computer about me... SOB! McGonagall? Who is making this up? Huh? Draco? Snape? Are they naffing MAD? Must, Not, Kill, Myself.
What are they telling me about my life… I have to admit I had a crappy life, and this could have been handled completely differently. I downloaded several of these stories in my brain, all about how I could have done things differently. One major theme stuck out, getting help, not from Dumbledore, at the moment he is my enemy, he is plotting my death.
So this is a Deadly Hallow, why could Fake Moody see through it? Tracking charms, tag the sacrificial sheep so he can not escape.
I spent hours downloading stories into my mind, the main theme is that my life here could have been prevented. The Weasleys did not come out clean either, Dumbledore is the biggest evil by far, he can not be trusted. From all the solutions to how to handle this, it is clear that I need help. "Dobby!"
Xxxxx
The next morning, I went outside and threw a bucket of cold water on the bush, "I don't care who you are, but if I am not out of this house today I will set it on fire, now fuck off!"
I heard a girl cursing and apparating away, that is one problem less, "Dobby, can you bring me to Gringotts, please?"
Dobby put me on the stairs of Gringotts, I walked inside, and at a booth, I asked, "Hello, my name is Harry Potter, do I have by chance an account manager?"
The Goblin looked me up and down, "You have one."
"Can I speak with him now, or does he have other accounts to worry about?" was my next question.
Those stories on his computer were contradictory about these Goblins, from nasty buggers to noble warriors. Either way, they are trying their best to get under your skin.
"Wait in room five, a runner will get you." said the Goblin, so far so good.
Twenty minutes later, a runner came to fetch me, "Follow me." was all he said. Rude! Customer service sucks here.
We stopped at a door with the name tag Potter on the door, I decided to be rude too and opened the door without knocking, time are galleons, you know. I entered a big office with an old Goblin behind a big desk. His name plaque said Sharpclaw.
He looked at me and said, "What do you need, Mr. Potter?"
"Answers, I need answers. Foremost, do I have an account manager who has an office for my account to himself, or were those twenty minutes I had to wait needed to change the nameplate on the door?"
He glared at me, "This has been the Potter office for ten centuries boy! Now, what are your questions?"
"I have been kept in the dark about my legacy and my rights by Dumbledore, I never received mail from Gringotts or anyone else. Did you guys send mail to me?" That is my first opener.
"We sent our reports to your Magical Guardian, Mr. Potter, he will decide whether you can see them or not." was his answer.
"OK… next question, last schoolyear I was forced to compete in the Tri-Wizard Tournament, one meant for adults. Three Ministry officials and the Headmaster declared that I had to compete because I was selected, does that mean I was declared an adult and can access my vaults?"
He shrugged, "As long as I have no official paper that declares you of age, you have to wait until you are seventeen, Mr. Potter." that is the second setback.
"How many keys to my vaults are in circulation and is someone looting my vaults? With or without inside help?" that question triggered his ass.
"Are you accusing me of fraud, Mr. Potter?" he asked with a nasty knife in his hand.
"Well, Sharpclaw, I came here looking for answers and all I got was a lazy bum who is doing all he can to say as little as possible. Now, is Dumbledore robbing me or not?" I snapped back.
Sharpclaw growled, "Dumbledore got appointed by the Ministry as your Magical guardian, he can take all the gold out of your Vaults as he wants, and I can not do a thing about it. Is that answer enough, Mr. Potter?"
I growled back, "No, it isn't, Sharpclaw! Did he take Galleons or artifacts from my Vaults or not? Where are the reports of the transactions and what else can he do to me?"
Sharpclaw made some copies of reports and gave them to me, bottom line, Dumbledore robbed half of my fortune, yes, I am still rich, but that old Goat is buying his robes with my money.
"Are there contracts out on my name that you know about?" was my next question.
Sharpclaw nodded, "Two, one with Ginny Weasley, and one with Susan Bones."
I groaned, "Can I see them, please?"
Both could cancel the contract with Susan Bones, the one with Ginny, however, is an ironclad contract, it even allowed love and fertility potions, signed by Arthur and Molly Weasley.
"My next question, what services are you doing for House Potter besides sitting on your ass behind that desk?"
Sharpclaw fumed, "One more insult and you can wait until you are seventeen to hear that answer, Mr. Potter!"
I glared at him, "What do you expect, Mr. Account Manager? I come here, I have to drag the answers from my questions out of you, and on top of that half of my money is robbed by Dumbledore and you don't give a shit about it. Wait a fucking minute! Are you the Account Manager for Dumbledore too?"
Sharpclaw shouted, "No I am not! I have to sit here and watch the Potter account being drained! And I can not do a thing about it!"
I took a deep breath, I am getting shafted here, "I guess my parents Will is at the Ministry? What about my Heir ring? Where do I claim my Lordship?"
"All at the Ministry, Mr Potter. Gringotts only handles the financial matters and stores precious artifacts." Answered Sharpclaw.
"Can you give me a fast overview of my financial matters, do I own buildings or have stocks in companies?" I asked defeated.
"You have ten outstanding loans, five of them stopped payments after your parent's death. Dumbledore prevented me from taking action. House Potter owns several buildings in Diagon Alley, Knock Turn Alley, Hogsmeade, and Godrick's Hallow. Dumbledore is not allowed to sell the buildings, he lets several friends live there rent-free. You own 25% of the Daily Prophet, Teen Witch Weekly, and the Wireless. For most of the other shops, House Potter helped to start it up and got a stake of 10% in them, I can provide a list."
Sharpclaw searched through his papers, "Your Mother set an account up in the Muggle world in the bank we use to exchange our excess of muggle money. She invested a lot in long-term investments and arranged that the Dividends be reinvested in those companies. This is one account Dumbledore could not get his hands on. She did quite well, you are only allowed to access it until you are eighteen years old."
"My last question is, can the vault keys be revoked if I put a formal complaint of suspected abuse of power? Or that I accuse Dumbledore officially of thievery? I am going to use my Marriage contract with Miss Bones to charge Dumbledore with Line theft. Can that work?"
Sharpclaw looked thoughtful, "That might work, he is under fire these days, he lost his chief Warlock position and the Mugwump position at the ICW."
"Can I get a few copies of both Marriage contracts, please, I need to present them to Madam Bones." was my last demand.
When Sharpclaw gave me the copies, three of each, I suddenly remembered and asked, "What is Gringott's position on the revival of Voldemort?"
Sharpclaw shrugged, "We don't care about Wizarding struggles."
I shrugged too, "I understand, although those Death Eaters are calling muggles filthy animals what are they going to call Goblins when they win?"
Sharpclaw snapped at me, "This is not our fight, Mr. Potter!"
I held my hands up, "OK! I understand. Did you know he is using Horcruxes to stay on Earth?"
Sharpclaw glared at me, "What does that have to do with Gringotts, Mr. Potter?"
"He has one stored in Bellatrix Vault." I took a risk with that, but on the other hand, there is no way I am going to rob this place.
Sharpclaw asked, "How would you know that, Mr Potter? Are you a Seer?"
"No, but before the Dementor sucked the curse from my scar, I dreamed of those locations sometimes, it was a link with Voldemort. I know where most of his Horcruxes are located." Now that is a great excuse, isn't it? The Horcrux is gone so there is no way to check it out.
Sharpclaw swore, "A Dementor sucked a Horcrux out of your head? How is that possible?"
I shrugged, "I could show you my memory, but I don't know how to pull it out or make a copy."
Sharpclaw pushed a few buttons, "We have some Elders that know how to do it, Mr. Potter, they'll be here soon."
"Another silly question, you are calling me Mr. Potter, am I not an Heir? It said so on Miss Bones's contract." I asked.
"Your Magical Guardian has to inaugurate you at the Wizengamot when you are eleven years old. Or you have to claim it when you are seventeen, that is mostly done when the Lords are still alive. You have to claim your Lordship on your seventeenth birthday." answered Sharpclaw.
I sighed, I am fucked, I better go to Grimmauld Place Twelve, to Sirius. Wait a minute! Why do I remember Grimmauld Place Twelve? Ah, I read it in that book from that old man's memory.
Xxxxx
I left Gringotts a half hour later, Sharpclaw can have fun with my selection of Home and Hogwarts movies. A mokeskin pouch filled with Galleons got me on a shopping spree, a shop that sold muggle disguises got me set for most of my clothes. Finally, no more Dudley's cast-offs. A visit to Olivander got me a wand holster and a warning to him about brother wands and curious Dark Lords. I did a Hermy and bought a bottomless bag with a featherweight and a notice me not included.
Last but not least, a visit to a jewelry shop for a bracelet with potion detection charms on it. According to that Marriage contract, the stories where Molly is love potioning me can become a reality. Finally, I used a postal owl to send Susan a letter explaining my situation and copies of my Contracts and asked her aunt to help me out.
Dobby dropped me off in my street a few houses away from my prison. When I reached the door, Lupin called from the bushes, "Harry, where have you been? We were searching for you everywhere!"
I turned to the talking bush, "Why do you care, Lupin? I spent more than a month crying alone in my room while you were sitting in this bush enjoying my misery. I needed someone to talk to and you even kept Hedwig away from me! Did you have fun watching the Potter freak show? Fuck off, you son of a bitch. If I am not out here today, I will torch this jail, do you understand?"
I did not wait for an answer and went inside. I faced Aunt Petunia, "Aunt Petunia, I can finally say it, I hate you. I hate you and I hate that fat ass even more, that fat fuck of a son… I just feel sorry for him. Frankly, I want to kill you and that fat fuck of a husband. Ah, that felt good! I am out of this place tonight, you will never see me again, or maybe in a court of law where I will explain where I slept for ten years."
I turned and went upstairs to pack my things, "Dobby, seal the door, please. Can I get some food, Dobby? Thank you."
That afternoon I asked, "Dobby? Do you know the House Black elf?"
"Yes, Master Harry sir, Dobby knows Uncle Kreacher." answered Dobby, "But Dobby doesn't remember where Uncle Kreacher lives."
I smiled, "Could it be Grimmauld Place Twelve?"
"Yes! That be where Uncle Kreacher is living Master Harry Sir." said Dobby in wonder, "How did Master know that?"
"Not now, Dobby, can you give Kreacher a letter for Sirius? Tell Kreacher I promise to destroy the locket." I wrote a note to Sirius, telling him I would arrive in ten minutes.
Dobby returned, "Doggy said he be waiting for you, Master Harry Sir."
Five minutes later, Dobby popped me in front of Grimmauld Place Twelve, being polite, I knocked on the door. Sirius opened the door, I asked, "Hey, Sirius, do you have a room for me?"
"Come in, pup, can you explain how you know this place? It is under a fidelius," asked Sirius while he led me into the house.
"Later, when we are alone." I softly said, "Room first."
"Molly wanted to let you bunk with Ron, but I guess you prefer a room for yourself, don't you?" commented Sirius.
"Yeah, he snores so loud he could wake the dead. Say, Sirius, can Dobby help out here? I made him my House Elf and it seems Uncle Kreacher could use some help." I asked
"Sure, he can help, but Uncle Kreacher?" asked Sirius with a raised eyebrow.
"Yep, Kreacher is Dobby's Uncle." I smiled.
When we arrived at my new room, I turned serious, "I visited Gringotts today, Sirius, look at these reports, and these contracts. What does it tell you?"
Sirius studied the papers and started to swear, "Dumbledore is stealing from you? Why?"
"The only thing I can think of is that he expects me not to survive Voldemort. Think about it, he stashed me away at magic-hating relatives, he is keeping me away from my heritage, he should have me inaugurated at eleven and make me the Heir of House Potter, he is stealing from me, letting his buddies live free of charge in my houses, he is neglecting the maintenance of my properties. In fact, he is doing everything in his power to keep me stupid."
"When I see him I will ask questions. The Weasleys have some to answer too. Did you read that contract?" I got serious, "Sirius, I need you to be Lord Black, that is the only way to get from under Dumbledore's foot. Did you never wonder why he did not arrange a trial for you? Not now or in 81? Think about it, you were detained in Hogwarts, Dumbledore could ask Madam Bones to come, even chase the Dementor away. No, he tells two third-year students to let you escape, so that you are on the run again."
I sighed, "Sirius, at the moment, I think Dumbledore is more of an enemy than Voldemort. He is the one that made my life a living hell."
"There is a meeting tonight, we will demand answers. Now, let Dobby unpack and come down with me, I want to see the faces of the people who planned to fetch you." grinned Sirius.
Xxxxx
Pandemonium broke loose when I entered the kitchen, Moody had his wand out, asking me if I was the real one, Tonks yelling at me about a bucket of cold water, and Lupin looked ashamed at me. Molly was screeching over everyone else, making it unintelligible.
I held my hands up to stop the noise, "How I got here is my secret. I asked Sirius if I could move in and he agreed. The rest is nobody's business, you ignored me for more than a month, well, you can keep ignoring me. I won't mind."
Moody was still holding his wand in his hand, "Where have you been today, Potter?"
I asked, "Are you a relative of me? My Guardian? An Auror? No? Then it is none of your business, Moody."
Molly butted in, "Harry, we were worried for you, where have you been? It is not safe for you to be outside, you should have stayed at home."
I glared at her, "Well, Mrs. Weasley, my earliest memory was me peeing in my pants when I was about three years old, I was afraid to leave my corner because I got slapped when I left my corner. Aunt Petunia beat me up and without cleaning me, she threw me in my cupboard under the stairs. One night and a whole day, Mrs. Weasley, that is the safe home you all want me to stay in. I say it again, only Sirius has authority over me, he is my Godfather, the rest can sod off."
Sirius raised his voice, "Harry will live here from now on, if you don't agree, you can leave. Too long have I been silent and listened to bad advice. Harry needed us and we let him down."
Moody grumbled, "You are a fugitive, Black, how do you plan to take care of the boy?"
I snapped, "What the hell? How many Aurors are here in this room? Two? Three? You assholes know he is innocent, it is easy to prove he is innocent and you lazy asses are doing nothing about it! Sirius did not have a trial! Tell it to your boss! Is it that hard?"
Moody said, "It is not that easy, Potter, he escaped Askaban! That is a kiss on sight! No exceptions to the rule."
I scoffed, "You moron, he did not escape Azkaban, Sirius was never convicted of any crime. Lord Black escaped from his kidnappers. They illegally held him captive for thirteen years, he can file a lawsuit against the Ministry for abduction and torture, even Line theft!"
I looked at Sirius and said, "We better handle this ourselves, don't you think? They are not in a hurry to do their job."
One of them protested, "Hey! We are risking our lives here to fight You Know Who!"
I nodded, "Yeah, you are. Have you decided who is going to be sacrificed so Snape can prove he is still on Voldemort's side? I bet it has to be a female so his buddies can rape her a bit. What? It is for the greater good! Sacrifices have to be made and it can not be Dumbledore, we can not miss him don't we?"
I grinned, "You see, all of you are expendable, only Dumbledore is important, the rest is bombarda fodder. No, no protests, who knows Voldemort's real name? I do, I heard it when I was saving Ginny Weasley's life in the Chamber of Secrets. Nobody? Tom Marvolo Riddle, a son of a muggle and the squib Merope Gaunt. That is the one you are fighting, a Mudblood. Ah? No comments? Dumbledore knows it for years and he never told anyone. You can ask Ginny, she is here, isn't she? With Tom possessing her for most of the school year she should be quite familiar with him."
I looked at Arthur Weasley and asked, "Why did you go to Egypt with your family Mr. Weasley? Was it to let Bill cleanse the residue of that long-term possession? Who allowed your daughter to be possessed that long? What a coincidence you won that prize money, isn't it?"
Sirius commented, "Something smells around here, I signed up to fight Voldemort, not to be a puppet for an old man's schemes. Arthur, you have a competent son who is a curse breaker, he has a week to fortify your wards, then you will move out of here. From tomorrow on, this house is only open for meetings. Molly, if you or any of your children dare to use a love potion on Harry then I will call a feud on House Weasley, am I clear?"
The look on her face told me she realized where I went today, I added, "Find a way to cancel that contract, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, because if the charge of Line theft doesn't stick, I will call on the life debt Ginny owes me. I will not be forced to marry someone I don't love."
Moody called out to Mr. Weasley, "Arthur? Line theft? Did you sign a Contract that can be viewed as Line Theft?"
Sirius answered, "They did, Moody, the use of love potions and fertility potions are allowed. For every year since the signing of that contract, a million Galleons are deposited in a vault and handed over to House Weasley on the day of their marriage. At the moment the Potter's fortune is halved because of that. Any comments, Arthur?"
Mr. Weasley sighed, "Albus made that contract up, he told us Harry is destined to die young and this is a way to keep his money from the Ministry and the dark faction. We have been struggling to meet our ends for years, we saw no harm in it to prevent the Ministry from getting that kind of money."
I glared at him, "You did more than that, Mr. Weasley, remember our second summer? How did the twins know where I lived? What window was mine? I arrived half starved, skinny, and in rags at your house and you didn't do shit! You approved that I was being suppressed, didn't you? A smart Harry could fall in love with another girl wouldn't it?"
I looked around and continued, "My first Christmas at Hogwarts, I got a coin from my aunt, a Weasley sweater, and the Potter Invisibility Cloak. I ask you, as the Boy Who Lived, shouldn't he at least get some more presents? Ron's comment? I told Mum you thought you would not get any presents. So my presents were getting sorted. My question for you Mr. Weasley, is who of your children are in on this? Ron? Ginny? The Twins? All of them?"
"The Tri-Wizard Tournament!" I remembered, "You knew Charlie would go to Hogwarts, but you did not warn me after my name came out of that Goblet. No, I had to find it out a few days before I had to face a DRAGON! Ron, that jealous git must have been told of your plans because he came groveling back to me."
Sirius turned serious, "Arthur, I changed my mind, you won't spend another night in my home. Cancel that contract as fast as you can, Arthur, and tell Albus to return that money. There are enough Aurors here to be Harry's witness."
Moody shook his head, "No, WE will tell Albus to return that money." with a flick of his wand Moody's Patronus left the building.
Moody turned to the crowd, "Kingsley, Vance, Tonks, and Jones, tomorrow you will clear Black's name, I will talk to Amelia. I am tired of being scolded by a kid, especially when it is in his right to do so."
Xxxxx
With a burst of flames, Dumbledore arrived, "Expeliarimus! Good, I have a lot of questions for you."
2 Albus, I have questions.
I held three wands in my hand, mine, and two of Dumbledore's, when I got hold of the Elder Wand, I had a big reaction to it. Just like in Olivander's shop, a big glow lighted the room.
"Great, I have a new wand," I said when the glow went away, "is this a Potter heirloom? It felt like my invisibility cloak."
Dumbledore was speechless, he did not expect to be disarmed the moment he flamed into the room, he came to his senses when he felt the connection with his wand break away, he frowned when he saw several wands pointed at him.
"What is the meaning of this? Harry, return my wands to me at once," Dumbledore saw Moody with his wand pointed at him and asked, "Alastor? What is going on here?"
"As I said, Dumbledore, I have questions," I spoke up, "can you explain why I am destined to die young and you felt it necessary to rob my vaults?"
A moment of shock appeared on his face before it turned back into his grandfatherly expression, "Harry, my boy, some things are too complicated to understand, you are too young to know that information." he said condescending, "I'll explain it in a few years."
"Well, you might explain it sooner, Albus, old man, if I am destined to die young, then you better hurry up with the explanation," I pointed to the people in the room, "If I don't get it, they will explain it to me with small words. Now, why are you robbing me, Albus?"
Moody spoke up, "You better have a good explanation, Albus, your actions toward the boy are evil and you got the Weasleys in trouble with that Line theft contract."
"The safety of the Wizarding World is at stake here, Alastor," frowned Dumbledore, "everything I do is for the greater good of our community."
One of the female Aurors, Vance I think is her name, asked, "Who among us was going to be sacrificed to let You Know Who convince that Snape is loyal to him? Jones? Tonks? or Me? Bloody Morgana's tits! It was me, wasn't it? I saw the look on your face change, Dumbledore."
Auch, that will hurt his Greater Good, who is he going to sacrifice now? He needs his spy on Tom, even when Snape doesn't give any useful information.
"That is Dumbledore, alright," I said, "doing his best to redeem his enemies and sacrificing his allies in the process, like he did with my parents. You were the one that cast the Fidelius at our home with Peter as the secret keeper. Sirius in Azkaban was a bonus isn't it?"
Sirius nodded, "Let's start with that, Albus. You were the one that cast the fidelius, why didn't you tell everyone Peter was the secret keeper?"
"Sirius, you must understand that was a turbulent time, a lot of things happened at once, and my presence was needed everywhere," tried Dumbledore to explain, "You were in Azkaban when I heard about you, I thought it was for killing those thirteen Muggles, and another court convicted you."
Moody shook his head, "Not good enough, Albus, Sirius' trial would have been a high-profile case, somehow we never questioned why he did not have a trial. What did you do to let us ignore that?"
Shacklebolt spoke up, "I bet he is keyed into the Wards of the Ministry and made the name Sirius Black fade into the background. What else did you do, Albus?"
"He can explain why he dropped me off on Aunt Petunia's doorstep without even knocking on the door," I said, "They found me the next day, half frozen."
"You had warming charms on your blanket, Harry," was Dumbledore's defense, "You were safe, I made sure of it."
"A child moves a lot when he is sleeping, Albus," pointed Moody out, "that blanket would not stay on his body for long. That does not explain why you abandon a baby on someone's doorstep. That is a crime."
"Putting Harry with his relatives was to keep him safe from the Death Eaters that were running loose, the attack on Longbottom Manor proved it," said Dumbledore proudly.
Hmm? That needs a slapdown! Me, safe there? Thirteen years of hell is being kept safe?
"Mrs. Figs told you that they were treating me badly, Dumbledore, she even had to pretend not to care about me or she would not get a chance to babysit me." I commented, "You knew they were abusing me and you did not lift a finger to help me. I was never safe in that house. You wanted me timid and weak. You, sir, are a criminal."
"It kept you safe from your enemies, Harry," defended Dumbledore, "there were a lot of them searching for you to take revenge."
"And yet when my Hogwarts letter came addressed to the cupboard under the stairs, they moved me to the smallest bedroom," I pointed out, "One. Single. Letter! Dumbledore! It took one letter to get me out that blasted Cupboard! You wanted me in that Cupboard you son of a bitch!" that last sentence I almost screamed out.
Shacklebolt said, "That brings us back to the question why are you stealing from Harry Potter, and why is he destined to die young? Explain, Dumbledore, or this will turn into a criminal investigation at the DMLE."
"The Ministry appointed me as Harry's Magical Guardian," said Dumbledore coolly, "I do not have to explain my actions to you or anyone else, Kingsley. What I did was in the boy's best interest, and the Magical community's safety."
Sirius softly asked, "Keeping Harry in a cupboard under the stairs and being abused is in his best interest, Albus? Are you insane? You were with us when Lily was crying over her hateful sister and that cruel husband of hers at Neville's first birthday party at the Longbottoms, Albus. Three months before they got killed!"
Sirius slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "It was your duty as Harry's Magical Guardian to see he was well taken care of, Albus! You allowed the torture and abuse of a child, Albus! You, a headmaster of Hogwarts!"
I tried to speed it up, "Trelawney probably got drunk and made a prophecy about me dying young, she does that all of the time. Oh? She did? Come on you idiot, did she really make a prophecy and you went along with it?"
Moody asked, "Spit it out, Albus, is that why Potter is destined to die young? Did you plan for James and Lily to die?"
Vance bitterly commented, "I am starting to think it is better to be his enemy than to be his friend. We are his pawns to be sacrificed whenever he feels like it."
"My scar could be a reason, it reacts when Voldemort is near, and I got it the night my parents died," I said. To push the interrogation further, I commented, "So Trelawney made a prophecy about me and Voldy, and Dumbledore did all they could to arrange the outcome to his liking. I have to die before Voldy can be killed for example. Ah? We have a winner! That is it! I have to die before Superhero Dumbledore can save the Wizarding World, isn't it, Dark Lord Albus Dumbledore?"
I turned away from his shocked face and told everyone, "In my second year, Ginny Weasley got possessed by a Diary from Tom Marvolo Riddle, AKA Voldemort. That Diary forced Ginny to open the Chamber of Secrets and set a Basilisk loose on the students. When I destroyed that Diary, my scar reacted to it too. Dumbledore covered it all up."
Dumbledore sighed, "Harry, my boy, that is dangerous information, people get killed if you are not careful about it."
I chuckled, "Right, telling the Death Eaters that a Mudblood is branding them will harm our society… No, it would harm Tom Riddle's cause, you fool. All these years you are helping Tom Riddle by keeping his real name a secret."
Sirius said, "The longer I am listening, the more I want to hurt that man. Dumbledore, you are going to give Harry's money back and hand over his Magical Guardianship to Madam Bones. That marriage Contract with Ginny will be canceled or you are going to face a lawsuit for Line theft and child abuse."
Mr. Weasley spoke up, "Albus, we are going to destroy that contract, even with the one-on-a-million chance of winning that lawsuit, our reputation is going to be destroyed. Do not drag us down with you."
Dumbledore looked around, a lot of the people had their wands in their hands, the Aurors, Moody, and Sirius were pointing their wands at him, Lupin sat aside claiming neutrality, so were some of the others. He realized that he could not win this discussion.
He sighed, "Fine if you insist, I will go to Gringotts to deposit the money back in Harry's vault and cancel the Marriage contract. Harry, give my wands back, now."
I shook my head, "You can have one wand back, Albus, I'll keep the other one until you have corrected all your crimes against me. I do not trust you for a second to keep your word, besides, this is a Potter legacy wand, I feel it."
"It has been in my possession for years, Harry, that is my wand and I demand it back right now." protested Dumbledore.
"You have been abusing me for years, Albus, I'll keep this wand until you have corrected everything, from my finances to my House business and the abuse I suffered by your hands." I shot back at Dumbledore, "I bet the moment you walk out that door you will betray me again, so I keep the wand as my insurance."
I looked around and asked, "Do we allow him to leave? I still have a ton of questions for him, like why he let a possessed man teach Dada at Hogwarts in my first year. Tell me, Headmaster why did you fly to London the evening Quirrell went for the Philosopher Stone? you were baiting us, weren't you? You could have taken the floo to the Ministry or apparated, but you had to give Quirrel the time to get through those idiotic traps."
I looked at the rest, "A Cerberus that falls asleep with a bit of Music, Devils' Snare that is taught to us in the first month, Flying keys with three brooms handy in the same room, A giant chessboard and who is good at chess? A troll, that Quirrel bashed its head in and a stupid Potion Riddle to get through a burning door. All traps a first-year student can solve."
I told Dumbledore, "And all that behind a door any first-year student can open, no age line or wards. Just to test the level of his sacrificial sheep. I bet you kept that Philosopher Stone for yourself. By the look on your face, you did, isn't it? Dumbledore is going to replace the Flamels."
"You ignored the Wards that warned you about an animagus living in Gryffindor's quarters. Why did you let students stay petrified for seven months, or let Voldemort possess Ginny? Do I need to go on, Albus? You are by far the worst Headmaster in history."
Dumbledore glared at me, "You have no right to slander my honor, Harry. You speak of things you don't understand or do not know the full story behind it."
I shrugged, "I know enough, Albus, fifty years ago Tom Riddle killed Myrtle Warren and blamed Hagrid's Acromantula pet. Instead of defending his innocence, you allowed him to be arrested, or Hogwarts would be closed. You managed to get Hagrid a job as gamekeeper, to soothe your guilt you allowed Hagrid to keep his pet in the Forbidden Forest, even give it a mate."
I looked around to the audience, "I met Aragog the Acromantula Patriarch in my second year, and hundreds of his children, a lot of them as big as a pony, after our talk, we had to fight our way out, because in Aragog's words, I can not deny my children food that walked into our nest."
That was one of the Old Guy's biggest rants, he used that a lot when he wrote stories about my life. A colony of man-eating spiders that are running free in the forest. My biggest worry? They will side with Voldemort when he promises them yummy kids.
Moody looked at me, "We have to sit down someday and have a good talk about your life, Potter. I bet you have a lot to tell me. Albus, you have one day to correct your crimes. If you don't, we will arrest you and fill you up with Veritaserum to get our answers. Posing as the leader of the light will not give you the right to break every law on the books."
I called out, "Dobby! Take this wand and place it where Dumbledore can not reach it or summon it, please. There, here is your wand, thief."
That was the first time Dumbledore lost his calm, enraged he stood up, "Harry! I demand you hand over my Wand! It is my property and I need it for the fight with Voldemort!"
I shook my head, "Now you feel what it is like when someone takes your possessions. Return mine, perhaps I will return yours, Albus. My money, the things you stole from my parents, destroyed the contract, and transferred the Guardianship to Madam Bones, I wrote her a letter already. I suggest you remove all illegal blood trackers and bindings you have on me. Now sod off, filthy thief."
With a last glare at me, Dumbledore left with Fawkes, I said, "Letting him leave might be the biggest mistake we made today."
Maybe it is time to rock the boat, there are four Aurors in the room and a retired one. They should know enough about the law to get me off the hook.
I turned at Shacklebolt and made my complaint, "Aurors? Yesterday my cousin and I were attacked by two Dementors in the park close to my aunt's home. I used a Patronus charm to chase them away. In no way did I break the statute of secrecy because my cousin had known about Magic for four years. This is an attempt to silence me or to murder me. I suspect Minister Fudge or one of his underlings, who else can control Dementors and send them my way?"
I looked around and explained, "Not fifteen minutes later I received a letter from Hopkirk that she said someone would come to break my wand. How did they know that so fast? Why send someone to break my wand without an investigation or hearing? I still have the letters for evidence. I want my name cleared and the ones that sent those Dementors arrested. Is that too much to ask?"
Shacklebolt asked, "Can we have the memory of that attack, Mr Potter? We can use that as evidence to clear your name."
"Sure, if you show me how to do that," I answered.
Vance said, "While you are giving memories, give some of your home situation and those that you think are important for us to know, like your visit to Aragog. Moody, I fear we are way in over our heads, you need to step up and give us some backing."
That is better, why to wait for that hearing when you have a set of Aurors that can investigate it, that is their job after all. When my memories were in the vials, most of them left the house. Molly and Arthur went to gather their brood, I bet they already knew the story thanks to their extendable ears, they should have packed and be ready to leave for the Burrow, although that is not a suitable name for that house. A burrow is for badgers, they should have named it a Lion's Den or a Safety Hazard that would fit the bill too.
Xxxxx
When they left, Hermione came into the kitchen and spotted me, "Harry? What is going on? Why did the Weasleys leave? What happened? Why were there Dementors at your home? How did you get here?"
I looked at her and asked, "Why are you not at home? What are you doing here?"
"Professor Lupin brought me here, he said it was not safe for me to be at home." she said, "and you did not answer my questions."
"Well, Hermione, I was sick and tired of being isolated at the Dursleys while some idiots were sitting in the bushes looking at my misery. And to be honest, do you have the right to demand answers? You ignored me for more than a month. I was having nightmares every night, Hermione, and I had nobody to talk to, not even a bloody letter from you or Ron."
I turned to Lupin and asked, "When and why did you get Hermione here, Lupin? On who's orders? Did her parents agree to that?"
Lupin blushed, "Dumbledore said to bring her here, it was for her safety he said. It was the first week of July."
"I bet her parents protested and you ignored them," I sighed and looked at Hermione, "Tell me, Hermione, you are ten months away from home at a boarding school and the only way to contact them is by owl. Why did you follow that idiot here? Don't your parents deserve some of your time? What is more important to you, being here or at home with your parents?"
Hermione was speechless, now that she was slapped in her face with my remarks she started to think, "Dad was protesting, and Mum was not happy to see me leave, I thought being here was important now that You Know Who is back alive."
I smiled sadly, "Or so you could not respond to my letters. At home you could write me back, wouldn't you? You and Ron here made certain that I had no contact with the outside world. Go back home, Hermione, spend some time with your parents."
It is a bit disappointing to find out how easily we can be manipulated. Hermione jumped to come here, she did not care at all what her parents were thinking or feeling. Dumbledore said don't write to Harry, and I did not get one letter.
I said, "Lupin, take her home, and give her parents a sincere apology. Hermione, go home. I will arrange for Gringotts to place wards around your house."
Hermione had tears in her eyes, "Harry, my parents are on holiday, they left two days ago for three weeks, I can't go home."
I melted, I went to her and hugged her, I softly said, "OK, I bet Sirius would not mind you staying here, but Hermione, you need to do some serious groveling at your parents. For starters, buy them an owl, so they can write you at Hogwarts."
After a minute I let her go, then I grinned, "Hey, Hermione, guess who got himself a House Elf?"
Hermione glared at me, "Harry James Potter! You didn't! Why did you buy a House elf? Set it free at once!"
I smiled, "Nope, I can't do that, Hermione, tell me, what do you know about House Elves? What do they need to live? Did you ever ask for their opinion? I asked Dobby if he wanted to be a Potter House Elf and he accepted with both hands. What you think is slavery, others view it as what they want the most. Talk to Dobby, and know there is a Winky out there that is desperate to find a new home, a new family to take care of."
That was another big issue with Old Guy, Dobby, and Winky, in almost every story he wrote he hired them both, in a couple of those they were shagging like bunnies. I did not put much thought into it, but now I realize that I should have hired Dobby years ago… in all his stories I got myself a bunch of wives too. In most of them, he set me up with that stuck-up Greengrass and her side-kick Davis.
Xxxxx
Sirius came back into the kitchen, "The Weasleys are gone, tonight's meeting is canceled until further notice. Dobby and his Uncle are cleaning up the house."
"I bet Kreacher will be glad with the help. Say, Sirius, Hermione's parents are out of the country for three weeks, can she stay here? She can help me with my homework, I have some serious catching up to do."
Sirius nodded, "Sure, Harry, she was going to stay here anyway. Tonks is living here too so she has a chaperon. Why don't you go upstairs and show her why the Weasleys had to leave."
In my room, I showed her what I found out at Gringotts, the marriage contracts, and Dumbledore robbing my vaults.
"You still have a contract with Susan Bones," pointed Hermione out to me, "what are you going to do about that?"
I shrugged, "That contract is made so both parties can cancel it, I think our parents made it to protect us from predators. Both were fighting Voldemort, if not for Dumbledore's meddling I could have lived at her place instead of under the staircase."
"Are you planning to marry her?" asked Hermione, "that is what your parents wanted isn't it?"
"I don't know, Hermione, I will meet the Bones later this week, who knows, I could marry you instead, or Greengrass," I answered.
Hermione looked funny at me, "Greengrass? How did you come up with her? You never talked to her, why do you want to marry her?"
I held my hands up, "Easy girl! That was just a name I came up with as the most unlikely candidate to be Mrs. Potter. If you must know, you would be my first choice. Although I am a disaster with handling girls. Ask Parvati Patil about it, I was horrible to her at the ball."
Yeah, in all the Fan Fictions I got to shag a lot of them at the ball, even Fleur Delacour, a total babe after the second task, a cold bitch before that. Getting her sister out of the lake thawed her to me, that lake was bloody freezing. Hmm? She is hooking up with Bill Weasley? I better warn her about Love Potions. Why else did Molly insist on having the wedding at the Burrow?
"I am your first choice? Since when?" was Hermione's surprised reaction, "You never showed any interest in me at all."
I thought about it, "That is true, I guess I was afraid to lose your friendship if it didn't work out between us. You know, a girlfriend for months or a friend for years. Or something like that. Most of all, I have not a clue how to handle relationships."
And there is no way I am going to marry Ginny and have Albus Severus… ever! A harem? I have problems talking to one girl let alone to a herd of them, besides, that Old Guy was not that big with girls either. According to those memories, he was a stumbling mess too, although I am avoiding looking any deeper into his love life, watching an old couple shagging will get me brain damage.
"What are you planning to do with Susan?" asked Hermione, "Are you going to try to make it work?"
I shrugged, "How on earth am I going to do that, Hermione? We barely spoke to each other, remember our second year and last year? Heir of Slytherin and Die Hard supporter of Cedric? What do I say? What do I have to do? And there is Hannah Abbot who is joined by the hip with Susan. I never kissed a girl in my life, Hermione, so talking about marriage is absurd."
Hannah married Neville if I am correct, it could be from Fan Fiction too. Susan is a pretty redhead, with a huge rack, I mean she has the biggest tits of Hogwarts students. Kissing? With Cho Chang next year? A wet kiss from Cedric's girlfriend? Ginny the year after? Then spending months with Hermione in a cold tent and nothing happens? What is wrong with me?… a lot, I know.
"What about you and Ron?" I asked, "What do you feel about him?"
Hermione sighed, "I don't know, Harry, I only put up with him the first three years because of you. Last year I was trying hard to keep my only friends together and almost lost you in the process. Ron is the complete opposite of me, you never showed any interest in me, I guess I would have settled with him."
I got closer to her and took her in my arms, no comments, I read in the Fan Fictions how to do that, and softly said, "I would be disappointed in you if you would settle with Ron. You are beautiful, scary smart, and the best friend anyone could ask for. Did I mention sexy? Well, you are, you are a smoking hot sexy gorgeous girl that only has to snap her fingers to get a man."
"Are you making fun of me, Harry?" she snapped, "last year you did not even notice I was a girl."
I did not let her out of my arms, "Last year I was a clueless knob, Hermione, I was struggling to survive that tournament, and girls were the last thing on my mind. Now, however, I have a beautiful girl in my arms... And still have no clue what to do with her."
Hermione hugged me back, "Hugging her for starters, Harry, that girl in your arms needs those hugs as much as you do. I doubt snapping my fingers would work."
"I can do hugs, did you know that the first hug I ever had that I can remember is yours?… I never got hugs from someone else." I whispered in her ear, "You are my private hugger, aren't you?"
Hermione giggled, "What about those hugs from Mrs. Weasley?"
I protested, "Those were not hugs! She cracked my ribs with those bear grabs," I pecked her cheek, "No, this feels so much better, two soft boobs against my chest and a nice smell in my nose. That combined with my hands on your bum, I am in heaven."
Hermione sighed, "I am not even mad that you are joking about that, Harry. I am enjoying this hug as much as you do, your hands on my bum included."
"That is sad, isn't it? We are two lonely souls craving human touch. The Boy Who Got Abused with the Lonely Genius Girl." I started to rub her bum and her back, "Well, let us enjoy our hugs, Hermione, I want to hug you as long as you want me to, and girl, your ass feels great."