Chapter 117 - Harry Potter Fanfiction 37 - Family - Its in the Blood (2/2)

”That's right.” She smiled. ”It's nice to meet you Harry, we didn't know you were friends with Daphne and Astoria.”

”I don't really know Daphne, Miss.” Harry admitted. ”I only know Astoria because she's been teaching me about family.”

”Merlin's sake Harry! Please stop saying it like that!” Astoria went bright red. ”I'll explain later, Mum.”

There was a sudden screaming as the man came tumbling out of the pensieve. Scrimageour and Nathaniel quickly followed.

”Calm down son!” Nathaniel said sternly.

”Calm down?” The man said frantically. ”There were like… a thousand Dementors! How can I calm down?”

”I thought there were a hundred?” Harry said curiously.

”You! You said those were your memories!” The man said accusingly.

Nathaniel grabbed his grandson by the collar and hoisted him to his feet. ”Keep your thoughts to yourself, Samuel.” He said warningly. ”I suggest you take Astoria and her boyfriend back to Hogwarts, I will need to bring Harry back here tomorrow.”

It was gone midnight by the time Mr. Greengrass got the teenagers back to Hogwarts. He kept looking at Harry like he was a dangerous animal. He kept a tight hold on Astoria's shoulder.

Harry felt resigned to his fate as the world's most hated.

No words were spoken as Mr. Greengrass left them with Hagrid at the castle gates. Hagrid left them at the castle doors without a word.

”I'll walk you to your dorm.” Harry said tiredly.

Astoria wrapped an arm around his waist and leaned into his side and began walking. ”Ignore them, Harry. It's what you would have had to do if you were in Slytherin. Everyone looks at us like we are about to reveal ourselves as the latest dark lord or lady.”

They made it to the lower levels before they were accosted.

”Potter! What are you doing out after curfew?” Snape demanded.

”We have just been returned to the school from the Aurors office, Professor.” Astoria yawned. ”You can check with the Headmaster if you need to.”

”I find it highly doubtful that Potter would legally be released if he was arrested.” Snape sneered.

”He wasn't arrested. He was taken in to give testimony, memories.” She allowed herself a smirk. ”Apparently, Harry Potter has been the subject of… 'mishandling' by professors. Today they were reviewing Professor McGonagall. I'm not sure who they have planned for tomorrow.”

The greasy haired git paled. ”You lie!” He half accused, half pleaded.

”Why would I do that? Why would you care, Sir?” She asked in an innocent manner. ”I'm sure you've acted with nothing but exemplary professionalism.”

”Detention! Both of you! Every night for a week!”

”Why?” Astoria asked curiously. She then sighed and shook her head. ”It doesn't matter. I've recently learned that the school has a pensieve that is used to resolve conflicts. I'm sure Granddad will be happy to accompany us both tomorrow.”

Snape quickly turned and fled. His usually billowing cloak tangling in his arms in his haste.

She turned to look up at Harry with an impish grin only to see him scowling at her.

”I have double potions tomorrow.”

She poked his side. ”We'll be out of school all day.”

Breakfast was a tense affair. Everyone wanted to know what happened yesterday but no one wanted to be on the end of the death glare from McGonagall. Snape was looking decidedly sweaty. Hagrid looked like someone had killed his puppy. Dumbledore looked conflicted.

All murmuring was put to a stop when the doors to the hall opened and several people in uniform walked in.

”Auror Scrimageour! What is the meaning of this?” Albus demanded.

”Due to recently revealed evidence I have ordered a full investigation into the security of Hogwarts and the goings on of its school and staff.”

”Class is in session, Auror.”

”And crime never sleeps.” The stern man returned. ”Quite frankly, I'm appalled that you are willing to so calmly ignore any possible threats to the children's safety. Especially with our visiting guests.”

”Please explain zeez 'threats'.” Madame Maxine stood from her seat.

”I'm not at liberty to discuss the details yet, Madam. But to the best of our knowledge there are no… imminent threats. There might, however, be potential threats.”

”Should I remove my students?”

”We would prefer that you not leave yet, but if you feel the need then you could sequester yourselves in your carriage until we are done. We hope to find nothing, but we are preparing to find everything.”

”'Ow long do you zink zis will take?”

”Anywhere from a day to a month, Madam. This castle is large and highly populated. We hope to have a preliminary ȧssessment done by today or tomorrow, school should return to normal then but my people will still be around to investigate further.”

”This is completely unnecessary!” Albus argued. ”Hogwarts is the safest place in the country!” He was beginning to get angry.

”And yet you've had a basilisk living here, unchecked, for a thousand years. The Dark Lord has infiltrated twice since '91 and one of your own professors lied and abetted the escape of a mass murderer all for the promise of an Order of Merlin!

”If you want to complain, take it up with my superiors. The Head of the DMLE has signed off and is expecting me to return with a witness within the hour.

”Proudfoot.” He turned to a male auror. ”You have your orders. I will try and make it back before evening. Mister Potter, with me.”

Harry's second day at the Ministry was worse than the first. First he was introduced to Madam Bones, the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Then he had given them all the memories again. Only this time he had to enter the pensieve with them and relive the memories and answer questions.

Nathaniel and Astoria stayed with him, Astoria was attached to his side and wouldn't be removed under pain of death as she watched everything Harry had gone through.

Harry found it was a strange situation as he watched. He hated the situations that often featured in his nightmares but he also hated himself as he saw himself make stupid mistakes.

”Is there a problem, Mister Potter?” Madam Bones asked as they took a break for lunch.

Harry looked terrible, he was clearly trying to remain calm but he was also upset and angry. ”Just… didn't like what I saw.”

”You lived those memories, Harry.” Nathaniel said calmly. ”Was there something specific?”

”I was stupid. I made so many mistakes.” He said with self-loathing.

”You were eleven.” Scrimageour said blithely. ”I've got seasoned aurors who would be dead if they went through what you did.”

”You are alive, Harry.” Nathaniel said firmly. ”You are alive and those bastards, Riddle and Lockhart, they came off far worse.”

”Mister Potter, if you believe you made mistakes, remember them.” Madam Bones said simply. ”Remember them so you do not repeat them. It is all any of us can do.”

”Is Harry going to be in trouble for any of this?” Astoria asked, her face was set and ready to argue.

”I can't see why.” Scrimageour shrugged. ”Both events in '91 and '92, he went to a teacher first. If he was an ȧduŀt he would have fulfilled his civic duty. He was a child and wouldn't be expected to do anything except what he was told.

”Considering the reactions of those teachers, I can't fault him for not bothering to find a teacher when his friend was kidnapped in '93.”

”Dumbledore will need to answer some tough questions about the illegal use of a Time Turner though.” Madam Bones said grimly. ”And not just to me. The Unspeakables will need to be informed.”

”Will Hermione get in trouble?”

”She will have note placed in her file and she will be cautioned.” Bones allowed no argument. ”As much as Sirius might mean to you, risking the fabric of existence is not worth the life of any one man.”

”Will I get one too? Is this like the one I got because Dobby did magic at my relatives' house?”

Scrimageour pinched the bridge of his nose. ”I'll go and get another auror to deal with that.” He said tiredly. He stood up and moved to the door, muttering as he went. ”Thirteen bloody years of peace and the bastards still not done.”

Nathaniel decided that his presence was no longer necessary at the Ministry and that it was pointless for the children to have to spend the entire day waiting on the Head Auror and the Head of the DMLE to finish viewing Harry's submitted memories. He told them to compile their questions and then come and see them at his home.

Nathaniel lived in a small cottage in East Anglia, near the coast. The nearest town was Clacton-On-Sea, a seaside town. He lived quite modestly, at least on the outside.

Inside the cottage was another matter. It was a veritable mansion. Nathaniel had introduced him to his house elf, Spiffy, just in case he got lost.

”This is the two hundred and thirty-first Greengrass Mansion.” He said proudly. ”Every member of the Greengrass family is expected to create their own home. Some are reused by descendants later, especially if one is damaged or destroyed.

”Astoria will eventually make one herself.” He patted the girl on the shoulder.

”Are they all so… big?” Harry asked in awe.

”They are as big as we want them. Or need them. The only problem comes with restricting the size. Once a room is built it isn't possible to remove it without destroying the whole house. Various family members have experimented over the centuries.”

He turned to a tired looking Astoria. ”Poppet, go and use the floo. Tell your parents you will be home for the night.”

”Can't I just stay with you and Harry?” She pouted.

”Off you go.” He said sternly.

”Aren't we going back to Hogwarts, sir?” Harry asked as Astoria stomped off.

”I have spoken with Madam Bones and she agrees that until the investigation has concluded it would be best if you weren't at the school. You are, after all, the source of most of the issues.”

Harry looked horrified.

”Relax, you are not responsible. As Auror Scrimageour told you, you were a child and it was the responsibility of the ȧduŀts, not you.” He ȧssured the young man.

”Will we be back in time for the Yule Ball? I was supposed to take Astoria and I am not sure if it would count towards the Tournament.”

”It won't matter.” Nathaniel said firmly. ”I can guarantee you that you are not bound by that so-called 'contract'. It is impossible for someone to be bound to a contract that they not only didn't sign but was signed unwillingly and unknowingly.”

”But Dumbledore and Crouch-”

”Will soon find themselves having to answer a lot of questions. Both of them know enough that a contract must be willingly signed. Questions will be asked of the other teachers as well.

”My god! The pure blood students themselves should know better!” He said in exasperation.

”What if they are too young? To sign a contract, I mean.” Harry pressed. ”Astoria said that ȧduŀts can blood adopt babies, wouldn't that be the same sort of thing as a contract?”

”Ah, so this is what Astoria has been teaching you.” Nathaniel nodded. ”Well, the simple answer is no. The two are different. The act of blood adoption is the equivalent of an unbreakable vow on the part of the ȧduŀts. They are vowing to treat you like family.

”Contracts require the voluntary submission or agreement of the signee.”

”So I really don't have to compete?”

”Not only do you not have to compete, you don't even have to attend Hogwarts anymore.” Nathaniel scoffed. ”I will be having strong words with Astoria's parents about withdrawing her and her sister and sending them to somewhere more sane. I suggest you consider doing the same.”

”I don't know of any other schools, sir.”

Nathaniel nodded sadly. ”You and I can sit down and talk later, after Astoria has gone home. For now, why don't you go and find my little girl. I have a few broomsticks, Astoria knows where they are. Tell her I said she could take you exploring for a bit.”

Nathaniel had not had a happier day in years. Harry and Astoria had returned home for dinner a complete mess. Their hair and clothes made them look like they'd been caught by a tornado. They were full of smiles and declining energy that comes from a day spent having fun.

Throughout the meal he and Harry sat and listened to Astoria gab on about everything. Nathaniel occasionally chimed in with a story or asked Harry a question. He was always very careful what topics he picked.

At eight o'clock Astoria headed through the floo and Nathaniel guided Harry to a cosy sitting room where Spiffy brought them both hot chocolate.

”Spiffy, I'm sorry but we are going to put off our trip for a few more days. I need to be around to help Harry.” He told the small creature sadly.

The elf just nodded. ”Spiffy understands. Spiffy will put the rods and bait away.”

”Just put them in stasis. I fully intend for us to make our trip, it will just be later.”

The elf vanished with a small pop.

”So, Harry, you have quite the tangled little life.” Nathaniel chuckled. ”Oh don't look so down, lad.” He told the clearly sad boy. ”You have had some nasty experiences, but you have the opportunity to use those experiences to make your future in anyway you want.

”You are the first person in centuries to see a basilisk. No one on the planet has single-handedly defeated over a hundred Dementors. You outwitted a dragon.

”And you emerged victorious over the second worst wizard in a century. Several times.”

”Will I have to do this all my life?” Harry asked forlornly.

”God no. You could easily disappear and become anonymous to the wider world.”

”I could? How?” Harry clearly perked up.

”Leave Britain.” Nathaniel said simply. ”Change your name, go to a different school. And those are just the non-magical means.”

”Are schools expensive?”

”Generally they are free. Hogwarts is free. Occasionally a school will require a fee, especially boarding schools.”

”What about moving to a different country. Is that expensive? Can people live in one country and go to school in another?”

”The cost is entirely dependent on the country in question. As for commuting, most schools are government run or sponsored. As such, they can usually arrange free portkey or floo connections.”

Harry was silent for a few moments. ”I like Hogwarts. It was my first real home.”

”Harry, having seen some of your experiences with your relatives, I can ȧssure you; you do not know what a real home is like.” Nathaniel said sadly.

”What about my friends? Hermione, Neville?” He couldn't bring himself to include Ron yet.

”There should be no issue with their leaving. Unlike you though, they have to obey the wishes of their parents.”

”My parents wanted me to go to Hogwarts.” Harry muttered to himself.

”No.” Nathaniel said sternly as he instantly got Harry's full attention. ”Your parents wanted you to live a long and happy life. That is why they died that night. It is a grave insult for Albus Dumbledore to unilaterally determine how you were raised and then spit in the face of your parents' sacrifice by endangering you so gravely.”

Harry didn't respond. He knew Nathaniel was on his side, but he was fairly intimidating.

”Harry, if you want to leave Hogwarts then I will personally speak with the parents of your friends and try to convince them of the wisdom of over-seas schooling.”

The following morning Nathaniel was once again livid. He hadn't been this angry this much in decades.

”A blood binding? Absolutely abominable! Astoria, use the floo. Tell your father I am ordering him to collect Daphne immediately. I want you both out of that school.”

The girl clearly didn't want to leave the meeting between her grandfather, the two senior law enforcement officials and her boyfriend, but her grandfather was not in a mood for arguing. She had never seen him like this.

”This isn't a contract?” Harry asked.

Bones and Scrimageour had arrived early with the news that Harry was still required to compete in the tournament as his blood had been used in the confounding of the Goblet of Fire.

”No Harry, blood bindings are used in things like slavery.” Nathaniel said gravely.

”But this does not make you a slave, Mister Potter.” Madam Bones interjected quickly.

”It does; to the Tournament.” Scrimageour scoffed. ”The good news, and it bȧrėly qualifies as such, is that we have the person responsible. Barty Crouch Junior was holding Alastor Moody hostage and using polyjuice potion to impersonate him. He is the one who confounded the Goblet. Apparently he was working for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.”

”So I have to go to the ball and complete the second and third tasks?”

”So it would seem.” Nathaniel scowled. ”However, I want the Goblet. I ȧssume the other contestants aren't bound by blood and I want that Goblet in secure and safe hands so no one else can use it to hurt Harry.”

”I would have to discuss that with others.” Bones shook her head. ”Aside from being an ancient and priceless artefact, it is also-”

”Who sold you that hogwash?” Nathaniel sneered. ”In all my years, all my travels and all my experiences, I have never heard of this 'Goblet of Fire'. There is not a mention of it in my libraries.”

”Albus Dumbledore-”

”The same Albus Dumbledore whose incompetence has so grievously endangered Harry's life?”

”The same Albus Dumbledore who is the Chief Warlock.” Madam Bones retorted heatedly.

”Yes, that one.” He maintained his sneer and disdain. ”The one who has endangered my children's lives numerous times over the past few years.

”Get me that Goblet or I will take this to the ICW. International statutes are very clear on blood bindings.” He threatened.

”You're going to love this next bit then.” Scrimageour scoffed in disgust. ”Dumbledore had several blood bound objects in his office. All relating to Potter.”

Nathaniel was frozen. His eyes were hard.

”Sir?” Harry asked worriedly.

Nathaniel quickly turned to Harry. ”Follow me, son. We need to talk and act quickly.”

”Mister Greengrass, we aren't finished!” Madam Bones argued.

”You can wait!” He called over his shoulder. ”We shan't be long.”

Harry followed Nathaniel through various winding corridors, the elderly man moved quickly and called for Spiffy to join them. ”Spiffy, I'm going to need you to make sure that our guests don't leave yet. We shan't be long but we can't be disturbed.'

”Yes Master Nate. Spiffy will make more tea and biscuits.” The elf said with the same determination as a prince preparing to storm a castle to rescue his love.

Harry was led into a bȧrė stone room, there were no windows and only a simple bookcase and cupboard on the far wall. Nathaniel immediately went to the cupboard and pulled out a stone basin and stone knife.

Harry immediately backed up against the door.

Nathaniel never noticed as he was busy searching for a book in the bookcase.

”You are in extreme danger, Harry.” Nathaniel declared without turning away from the titles. ”Blood bindings are forbidden. If protecting you wasn't more important I would march to Hogwarts and challenge Dumbledore to a duel!

”But, as I said, protecting you is more impor- ah ha!” He plucked a dusty old book from a shelf and turned, brandishing it triumphantly.

He flipped through the book and handed it to Harry. ”Read that.”

Harry cautiously took the book, his eyes flitting nervously to the knife.

”Blood adoptions?”

”You have been blood bound to an object.” Nathaniel nodded gravely. ”Normally this could be dealt with easily by your father rejecting the object's claim. His authority in this matter would supersede the objects. It is why, in the old days, slavers would kill the families of the children they stole.”

”Because the slavers couldn't be challenged?”

”Exactly.”

”And you want to blood adopt me?”

Nathaniel paused his pottering with the basin and knife. ”As the last of your house, you would also be considered the head of your house. You can't free yourself from a binding. If you had a sibling, it might be possible.

”I wouldn't offer this to just anyone, Harry. But I've seen your memories. I know what you've done and you deserve so much better than what we've given you.

”I have no interest in controlling you, lad. But I too have seen and done many things. I can't stand by and let this happen to you if I have the ability to stop it.”

Bones and Scrimageour were not happy as they sat in the sitting room. Greengrass and Potter had been gone for nearly half an hour. They were busy people.

Their grumpiness turned to concern as healers burst through the floo and Spiffy popped in frantically, demanding them to follow him.

The two law enforcement officials tagged along.

”What the devil happened here?” Scrimageour demanded as he saw Harry on his knees with Nathaniel's head in his ŀȧp. There was blood on the boy's hands and he appeared distraught.

”He blood adopted me. And then he collapsed!”

”Why would a blood adoption cause the senior participant to crash?” One of the healers muttered to himself.

”Did he say anything else? Did he change the ritual in anyway?” The other healer demanded of Harry as his partner worked.

”I- He said he demanded the Goblet of Fire release me.”

”You're Harry Potter!” The first Healer said in shock.

”Haarrry.” He jumped as Nathaniel hoarsely whispered his name. ”I won. You are free… my son.”

Nathaniel took his hand weakly and held it as he lay in Harry's ŀȧp.

And then he passed out again.

Harry looked down at his hand to see a ring sitting on his finger. It had an unusual symbol etched into the green stone. A vertical straight line with four horizontal straight lines coming out of the side.

The healer not working on Nathaniel grabbed Harry's hand and examined the ring. ”Do either of you recognise that symbol?” He asked the law officers.

”The House of Selwyn.” Bones said sternly. ”Long thought lost.”

”What did Greengrass mean by 'he won' and what did this 'Goblet of Fire' have to do with it?”

”He- He said that if he adopted me he could demand the goblet release me.” Harry explained.

”God damn him.” Amelia Bones swore. ”He tried to break a blood binding between Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.”

”Blood binding?! Adams, do you have a diagnosis?”

The other healer didn't pause as he continued casting spells. ”Exhaustion, dehydration… he looks like he just finished duelling two dark lords to the death on his own.”

The first healer began pulling potions from inside his robes and pouring them down Nathaniel's throat. ”Potter, call his elf.”

”Spiffy?”

”Master Harry! Is Master Nate going to be okay?” The little guy asked, wringing his hands.

”Elf, we need to put him in his bed. He is not to leave it until he is cleared by a healer. Do you understand.”

”Spiffy will try.” The elf said timidly.

Clearly the healer didn't believe the elf would do anything his master didn't want... so he turned his glare on Harry. ”You will make sure that the only things he lifts over the next few days are his eyelids. Am I clear?”

Harry nodded, his eyes wide.

Harry refused to leave Nathaniel's side as the man slept. He refused to talk to Scrimageour or Bones until the older man awoke. Spiffy had firmly escorted the duo from the cottage.

It was late in the evening when the elf popped into existence and informed him that Astoria had returned with her family.

Nathaniel was still sleeping so he wasn't able to tell Spiffy to let them in. Only he could override the healer's orders.

Well, him and a certain someone.

But that someone didn't know that yet.

Harry was forced to exchange places with Spiffy as he didn't want the old man left alone. He was met by an irate family of four.

”Where is that old man?” Samuel demanded as his wife glared at her husband's back. Daphne was, unfortunately, glaring at Harry. Astoria looked like she wanted to ask questions but didn't want to make herself her father's target.

”Sleeping.” Harry said tersely. His whole body was tense and ready for a fight. He wasn't expecting one, it was simply a natural reaction to confrontation. ”The healers said he had to stay in bed until they said so.”

”I want to know where he gets off demanding I remove my daughters from school!”

”Because he loves them and cares for them.” Mrs Greengrass said snidely.

”Stay out of this Isobel.” Samuel snapped.

”Calm down, Samuel.” Isobel Greengrass retorted. ”Nate is clearly not well. Perhaps if we took a few minutes, Harry could shed some light on what happened and that might explain why he ordered Daphne and Astoria removed from Hogwarts.”

Samuel growled, but stepped back.

”Harry, do you know what happened to Nathaniel?” Isobel asked calmly but firmly.

”He blood adopted me and used that to free me from the Goblet of Fire. The healers said he exhausted himself and ordered Spiffy and me to make sure he doesn't move or do anything until they say so.” Harry explained.

”Wait, wait, wait…” Samuel barged back into the conversation. ”He blood adopted you?”

”That's what he said.”

”Nathaniel Greengrass?”

”Yes. What?” Harry noticed Isobel trying not to laugh.

”Well, Grandfather Harry, I don't know if Nathaniel mentioned this but, he is actually Samuel's 'Great Grandfather'. By adopting you, he made you the equivalent of Samuel's grandfather.” She said, clearly enjoying this.

”She's joking, Harry.” Astoria scowled as she moved forward, stepping between her giggling mother and Harry. ”You aren't actually our Great Grandfather, you just hold the equivalent position in the family. It's all part of that family magic I've been teaching you about.”

Harry just stood there, looking between the close-to-blowing-his-top Samuel, the clearly-enjoying-this-too-much Isobel, the I-have-better-things-to-be-doing Daphne and finally… the you-better-not- think-you're-getting-out-of-this-relationship Astoria.

”I'm going to see if Mister Greengrass is awake yet.” He said before quickly walking off.

Nathaniel eventually woke up and Harry made good on his word and ensured the old man didn't even speak. Nathaniel was torn between grumpiness and amusement.

He also found that Harry was quite stubborn. Harry refused to let him see anyone until the healers said so. Poor Spiffy was torn between obeying Harry or Nathaniel.

Harry won simply because he told Spiffy that the elf had to feed the old man as he wasn't allowed to get up. That was when Harry learnt something extraordinary about house-elves.

”It will be wonderful!” The little elf enthused happily. ”Just like when Master Nate was a baby and Spiffy would feed him. Spiffy will prepare the mushy-mush and practice the Quidditch player!”

There was a pop and the two were alone.

”He fed you when you were a baby?”

Nathaniel looked very uncomfortable. ”Yes. When Mother was unable to do it herself she would have Spiffy take care of me.”

”How old is Spiffy?”

Nathaniel smiled wistfully. ”Spiffy is nearly as old as the Greengrass family. Frankly, he is so old that he can't actually remember what his name originally was.”

”Are all house elves that old?”

”No, in fact, Spiffy is possibly the oldest. In Great Britain at least. There may be ten or so who have been around as long. The only one I know of is at Hogwarts.”

”If Spiffy is so old, why does he seem so…”

”Childlike?”

Harry nodded.

”It's just the way they are. They seek love and affection. They long for family.

”They aren't born like we are. They don't have parents. We used to call them 'Brownies', they would come into homes at night and do chores like washing and cleaning.

”Since then, they have become more common place and more willing to be seen.

”Some, like Spiffy, have even become open members of the family.”

”I knew an elf, Dobby. He was the Malfoys. He seemed like a slave and I tricked Malfoy into freeing him. How does that work?”

Nathaniel's face grew dark. ”Because house elves don't know any better. They enter magical homes in good faith. They don't understand the greed of humans who know of their kind and use wards and traps to capture them and enslave them.”

”Isn't that illegal?” Harry scowled.

”It should be, but to date, the Ministry refuses to acknowledge any magical beings as having rights. So when something enters a wizards home without permission, why shouldn't he take action?” He said with heavy sarcasm.

”Are they considered property?”

”They aren't considered anything, Harry.”

And that was the statement that made Harry James Potter a true and fully-invested member of S.P.E.W.

But he was still going to change that bloody stupid name.

That afternoon the healers returned and declared Nathaniel fit for visitors.

Harry was given a quick tutorial on a diagnostic spell for magical levels and told that Nathaniel was to stay in bed until he reached a certain point.

Harry nodded like he'd been issued orders to defend the Queen.

This also gave Harry a break from staying by Nathaniel's side so his family could visit, one at a time.

First up was Samuel.

So Harry went to see the rest of the Greengrasses.

”So… how are things back at school?” He asked into the awkward silence.

”Like second and third year all over again.” Daphne sneered. ”Instead of professors escorting us around, we've got aurors watching us like ticking time bombs. What the hell did you tell them, Potter?”

”Daphne! Language.” Isobel snapped. ”This is hardly Harry's fault. If anyone in this house is at fault it is Nathaniel.”

”Granddad was trying to protect us.” Astoria quickly rose to her beloved patriarch's defence. ”If you saw even half the things-” She shuddered, unwilling to travel down those memory paths again.

”I don't suppose you know if Ron, Hermione or Neville are ok?” Harry tried to move the conversation on.

”Weasley is lucky he can still walk.” Daphne smirked. ”He tried to kidnap me and accused me of helping Astoria dose you with potions. The weasel is pathetic with a wand though and I easily dealt with him.”

Harry looked down sadly. He found it hard to have sympathy for Ron.

”Granger… well, she Longbottom and a few others have tried to complain to the Headmaster about Weasley after he apparently got violent with Granger as well. He didn't like the fact she knew about you and Tori but didn't do anything.

”From what I hear, Weasley and Granger wound up in the hospital wing. He with a broken nose, her with a bruised hand.”

A slight smile pushed at Harry's lips. Hermione was smart enough not to need a wand to defend herself.

”I ȧssume Dumbledore is refusing to do anything?” Astoria snarled.

”Nothing has been done as far as I can tell.” Daphne shrugged.

”Astoria, what has brought on this… distaste for your Headmaster?” Isobel questioned her youngest.

Astoria unconsciously took Harry's hand and shuddered. ”Harry let me see what he showed the aurors. You don't send eleven-year-olds to… do ȧduŀt work.”

Harry was glad she hadn't mentioned the Dursleys. He didn't want his dismal private life being discussed so openly.

”I don't remember any problems with him when I was a student. Daphne?” Isobel enquired of her eldest.

Daphne just shrugged. ”No problems personally, but I have had to listen to Draco Malfoy's endless blather about how the old fool let Harry and his friends get away with anything.”

Harry just snorted. ”Did he give examples?”

Daphne frowned as she thought back. ”Actually, not that I can remember. It was always rather generic. Railing at unspecified events.”

”Right, this from the git who constantly insults my parents in front of others, calls my best friends… well, words I can't say in polite company, and has actually tried to curse me in the back.”

”What?!” Isobel was gobsmacked.

”Regrettably true, Mother.” Daphne nodded sadly. ”Quite a few people, including Professor Moody saw it happen.”

Isobel shook her head in disgust. ”Where did Lucius and Narcissa go wrong with that boy?”

”They are worse.” Harry waved a dismissive hand. ”Lucius is the one who made sure the Chamber of Secrets was opened in second year. He tried to cast what I now know is the Killing Curse at me when I confronted him.”

”What?! Impossible! How-”

”Mum!” Astoria snapped heatedly. ”The only witness was a house elf. That house elf was also the one who saved Harry.”

”That explains Malfoy's latest rant.” Daphne smirked. ”Apparently he got hauled in for questioning by the aurors at the school. His dad has been arrested.”

Samuel eventually emerged and let his daughters visit with Nathaniel. This meant that Harry was left with a grumpy Samuel and fairly distraught Isobel. Her world was being turned on its head with all these revelations.

Harry simply left. He went to his room and waited for Nathaniel to finish visiting with his family.

Before that happened he had a visit with Madam Bones. Samuel and Isobel insisted on being present as ȧduŀts as Harry and Spiffy refused to let Nathaniel have any other visitors.

”Sirius Black.” She said without pre-amble. ”Based on your memories he is innocent. Just as bad is the fact that the actual guilty party is alive and free.

”You'll excuse me if I try to gloss over the issue of him spending three years in the presence of his target.” She said with tired disgust.

”Excuse me? Sirius Black is innocent?” Samuel was incredulous.

”You can discuss it later with Mister Potter.” Amelia said dismissively.

Samuel was not happy at being brushed off so casually. ”I don't think we can! You honestly think we can sit here and say nothing when you've just told us that Sir-”

”Mister Greengrass!” Madam Bones snapped. ”I told you nothing. I was speaking with Mister Potter about official matters. You insisted on being present and thus, heard our conversation.

”I would appreciate it if you would respect the fact that Mister Potter and myself allowed you to be present.”

Samuel was practically fuming. But Amelia Bones was not someone you messed with.

”Now, Harry, Black needs his trial and his freedom. I can't just wave my wand and give him those but I am working with Rufus to make it happen. It helps that Severus Snape has been questioned about the incident in July under veritiserum and is now facing charges of lying during the course of an investigation.

”Remus Lupin, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley have also confirmed the truth of what happened and what we saw in your memories.

”I have released a statement to the press and rescinded the Kiss on Sight order.

”All we need now is Black himself to appear before the Wizengamot.”

”You want me to contact him?” Harry asked.

”I have no means to do it myself and I gather from what you have and have not said, that you can. Besides, I doubt he will be willing to meet with an Auror alone, even if he has managed to read the latest in the prophet.”

”I can send him an owl. But you can't follow the owl and you can't be anywhere near where we meet.”

”I need to take-”

”He spent years in Azkaban. He was put in there for crimes that he didn't commit. He knows Fudge tried to have him kissed even after we told him the truth.

”If we don't do this my way, he will never turn up and I may lose my Godfather forever.”

”It is risky and foolhardy.” Bones scowled.

”Only if we knew he wasn't innocent.” Harry shrugged. ”But we do know. The only danger will be from wizards if they spot us and think they can take Sirius down.

”But I have no intention of meeting him around wizards.”

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