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Chapter 301
Tonks stood up as well and followed Hermione. "Just remember, Daphne, Harry Potter is
understanding to a fault for people he cares about. He might not mind you being with
Tracey instead of us. Hell, he might even prefer it since then he could just deal with three
females primarily instead of four…" Tonks shook her head and gave a rueful laugh. "That
poor man. Give a holler if you need anything over the summer."
Fleur pulled Daphne into a short hug before standing and smiling at the younger girl. "If
you change your mind and decide zat September is too far, call Hermione or me."
"Not, Tonks?" Daphne asked raising an eyebrow in amusement.
"Tonks lets us take ze lead mostly when it comes to zese matters. I hope to see you soon,
Daphne Greengrass."
Harry had just finished up his notes on the Soul Viewer when the compartment door of the
cabin slid open. He set his notebook aside and looked up to greet the girls only to have the
smile fall from his face and twist into a frown. "Malfoy."
"Is that all you have to say, Scarhead? Nothing witty in that empty skull of yours?" Draco
Malfoy drawled as he leaned casually against the doorframe, Crabbe and Goyle behind him.
The addition of Theodore Nott was new though Harry really wasn't too surprised to see
the other Slytherin there considering his father had been groveling at Voldemort's feet.
"That's rich coming from you, Malfoy," Harry said raising his eyebrows. "I'm betting you all
know already how I dueled your master and came out even. Ahead actually since he was
hurt and I got away without any additional injuries. Yet you're coming to antagonize me.
Who's the stupid one here again?"
Malfoy scowled and pushed off from the door. "Luck doesn't save everyone, Scarhead. You
might be able to get away every so often, but the people around you can't be under the
same blessed star. After all," he said a grin slowly spreading across his face, "your mummy
and daddy died for you!" The Slytherin boys started chuckling lowly at Malfoy's mocking
tone.
Harry's eyes narrowed and he clutched his wand tighter. He could feel his magic flowing
into his tattoos begging to be released, but he held back. He was better than that. He was
more restrained. He wouldn't hurt these gits for some insults.
Malfoy however, wasn't done. "I wonder what the Dark Lord is going to do to the rest of
your little group now that he's back? I mean, the Mudblood will be probably just be
suffocated. She can't keep polluting our air after all. The half-breed and the metaslut are
useful for entertainment I guess. They'll probably be kept around for a while though I
doubt their minds will survive long. Your professor bitch though…well I'm make sure the
Dark Lord has something special planned for her. Maybe a rune of obedience or something?
Would you like that, Potty? I could ask him to have her service you before she slits her own
throat?"
Harry's world dissolved into red and he felt Midnight's rage twine around his own. His nails
extended into claws and it was all Harry could do to growl out, "Honor," before he jumped
towards them.
And he was promptly caught in the strong arms of Tonks who swung him out of the way of
stunners cast from Fleur and Hermione. Harry shifted fully to Midnight, slipping out of
Tonks' embrace and yowled low as he stalked towards the unconscious boys on the floor
just ahead.
"Harry, no!" Tonks said quickly moving in front of him and grabbing his head to force his
eyes to peer into her own. "If you touch them, they can bring charges against you. Don't
give them what they want, Harry."
Midnight bared his fangs while flicking his green eyes back to Malfoy. Fleur entered the
cabin and looked down on Midnight as well sighing. "She is right, Snowball. Zey are not
worz it. Let Hermione deal wiz zem. I hear she learned zat jinx from Fred zat he used on ze
Umbitch at ze Ball. Zat should be sufficient."
Hermione nodded curtly her eyes fixed on the four boys. "I've improved it too. It doesn't
just affect the bowels. It also hits the bladder now too. Let me just drop them back in their
cabin and I'll be back in a moment." Grinning wickedly, Hermione levitated the four and
proceeded forward. Midnight chuffed in annoyed acceptance as he prowled back to the
seat and jumped up curling up as best he could.
"That's a good panther," Tonks said smiling at him and using a horribly sweet and overly
cutesy voice. "Who's a good panther? Who's a good panther? You are! Yes, you are!"
"Don't tease Snowball like that, Nym!" Fleur said grinning herself as she moved to sit next
to him and stroke his ears. Midnight rolled his eyes as both girls chuckled. Hermione came
back a few minutes later to see a thoroughly relaxed Midnight purring away as his two
partners petting him. Grinning to herself, Hermione moved to join in on the entertainment.
Voldemort sat on his throne stroking Nagini's head with his burned, blackened hand while
deep in thought. It wasn't a truly worthy throne yet – that would come in time. For now he
had to make do with an ornate chair at the head of Lucius' dining room table. Voldemort
had remodeled the room of course so that it served as a far more appropriate throne room.
Riddle Manor had possessed such promise too…but with Potter's escape it was
compromised. There was no use in casting a Fidelius when he wished to recruit many allies
as quickly as possible. There was also the simple issue of not trusting anyone besides Bella
and Barty.
Barty. Voldemort scowled thinking of one of his most loyal and devout followers trapped in
the Ministry holding cell awaiting a Dementor's Kiss. He'd have to either act quickly or
subvert one of the Aurors to retrieve the man soon. Subversion was probably the easiest
goal. Especially since Fudge was blaming everything on Pettigrew and refusing to
acknowledge Voldemort's recent resurrection. He certainly wasn't going to complain yet. It
allowed him to gain allies far easier.
Allies…such a…distasteful word. Voldemort didn't want allies; he wanted sycophants and
minions. He wanted followers. Followers like Bella, Travers and Rookwood. People who
were loyal, ruthless and intelligent. He needed to have his circle complete again.
And he needed to show his Death Eaters that he was still strong. Potter had gotten in a
lucky shot with whatever flame rune they'd missed and he'd proved to be able to hold his
own for a short while. He'd even escaped after that debasing show with the wands. The
pureblood fools would keep fearing Voldemort for a time – coming back from death
tended to have that effect on one – but if he did not show them his true strength they
would soon only remember that Harry Potter had escaped what should have been certain
death.
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"Lucius!" Voldemort hissed. It was time to act.
The silver-tongued servant hurried into the throne room and knelt at Voldemort's feet.
"My Lord."
"Prepare my forces, Lucius. We will attack Azkaban before the week is out."
"But, my Lord, we barely have two dozen people. We do not yet have the strength or the –
AAAHHHHH!" Lucius' objections quickly dissolved into screams of pain as Voldemort
casually directing the Cruciatus curse at him.
After several seconds Voldemort let the pain lapse and resumed stroking Nagini.
"Dumbledore is gone and the Ministry cowers. The Dementors will follow me without
complaint or hesitation and there is minimal staff present on the island. Do you think me
weak, Lucius?" he said casually.
"No…my Lord! Of course…not…my Lord!" Lucius said heaving his trembling body back to
his knees as he prostrated himself. "Forgive me…my Lord! I did not think."
"No, you did not. The fools removed Dumbledore…they were not thinking either."
Voldemort smiled as he leaned back and chuckled. "Potter will be easy enough prey in the
future. We can afford to concentrate on restoring my circle first. After that I will require the
prophecy. For now though…Bella and Barty. Ensure you have someone placed to remove
Barty while we attack the prison, Lucius. I want my servant back."
Lucius nodded quickly as he backed towards the door. "It will be done, my Lord. We will
not fail you."
Narcissa scowled as she watched her 'husband' limp out of his meeting with the Dark Lord.
"Typical. He's not back a week and men fall over themselves to help him burn our world to
the ground," Narcissa muttered. Lucius didn't even consider the devastation that the mad
fool would be unleashing. Dumbledore, Voldemort – they were two sides of the same coin
really.
When she'd dared to raise an objection to the madman invading her house she'd very
nearly been subjected to Lucius' threats of 'forceful reminders as to her place.' No more.
Perhaps if Voldemort had stayed out of her direct sight she could have forced herself to
remain blind for a time once again. But now…he tortured one of his most loyal followers in
Lucius' own home! For pointing out a glaring problem in a plan!
Voldemort was no Slytherin. He was no pureblood. He was no King. He was an
unquestionably powerful fool with delusions of grandeur…and with just enough charisma
to attract sycophants who could not think for themselves. She would not stand there and
let his insanity consume her as well.
"Draco," Narcissa said as she walked into her son's room. "Why do look so smug?"
"Hello, Mother," Draco replied with a smirk his father would be proud of. All it served to
do to her was twist the knife in her chest. "I got to Potter on the Express. It was glorious.
His eyes lit up and his face went white. You should have seen it!"
Her mask cracked and she growled down at the boy. He'd been raised well by Lucius. An
idiot through and through who couldn't even recognize his own stupidity. "Really? From
what I heard, you were mere seconds away from being challenged to an Honor Duel that
would have seen you either dead or nameless. You should be kissing the feet of his women
for knocking you out and depositing you back in your compartment. Not sitting there
gloating over provoking a boy to rage with the rape and murder of his future wives,
surrogate mother and deceased parents."
Draco lost his haughty look for but a moment before it returned in full force. "Kissing the
feet of that Mudblood and the beasts? Granger isn't worth even worth the air she breathes
while Veela and Metamorphs are only good for the entertainment they provide! I would
never lower myself to touching any of them! And what makes you so certain that Potter
would win, Mother? You don't sound like you have any confidence in your own son."
Narcissa couldn't hold back her laughter. "You can barely fight your way out of a bag, Draco.
Harry Potter dueled the Dark Lord to a standstill while you still run screaming from a
garden snake." She peered down at him with an inviting expression begging for a rebuttal.
"Nothing to say, Draco? I tried to warn both you and your father to beware of just who you
toy with. Your father never learned and it's come back to haunt him with a vengeance.
Every time he leaves that madman's presence it is in pain and agony. You see this yet not
only do you proceed to keep blustering, you eagerly ask to serve! And you continue to
antagonize the fourteen year old boy that can fight that beast! Congratulations, Draco, you
are just like your hero. I offer you one last chance to listen to my advice. Follow me, son.
Follow me to a real future."
"You should not disparage the Dark Lord like that, Mother," Draco said quietly. "He is a
great man who will lead us to where we rightfully belong. If he heard you now…"
Narcissa narrowed her eyes as she gazed into her son's own. All she saw was pity, fury and
disgust reflected back. She considered knocking him out and taking him by force…No. Her
son was a lost cause for the moment. All she could hope was that the horrors he would
soon witness would shock him out of his delusions and she could try to rebuild his
shattered beliefs after the ashes fell.
"Just like your father," Narcissa said with a curt nod. "I would suggest you learn a good
mouth cleaning charm quickly. You'll need it shortly."
Sweeping out of the room, Narcissa made a quick stop in her bedroom to grab her jewelry
before stepping out into the backyard and making a timely apparition to – hopefully – her
new home. Standing on the sidewalk outside Number 12 Grimmauld Place Narcissa took a
deep breath and let it out slowly. This was the moment of truth. This was her last chance
to change her mind.
Setting her shoulders and shaking off the doubt, Narcissa stepped onto the walkway and
upon reaching the front door rapped the regal knocker. Barely ten seconds passed before
the door swung open and revealed the man who would either be her executioner or her
savior.
"Cousin. Long time no see," Sirius Black said raising his eyebrows.
Harry collapsed bonelessly on the sofa in the living room with a contented sigh.
"Good to be home, kid?" Shiva asked chuckling as she closed the door to the flat and idly
flicked her suitcases towards her room with her wand.
"Wonderful to be home. You put up the protection and warning wards right?"
Shiva snorted and raised an eyebrow at him. "Would I have let either of us set foot in here
if I hadn't? Come on, kid, ask something harder than that!"
Harry's grin melted into a neutral expression and he twisted so he fully facing her. Warning
bells went off in her mind as she realized the rather glaring mistake in issuing that
particular challenge. "Harder huh? Alright, what happened with Umbridge?"
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Shiva's insides curled and she had a hard time keeping the scowl from her face. She wasn't
sorry about leaving Umbridge to die. Hell, if she had actually tried to help the bitch the
giant spiders probably would've gotten her too anyway. No. What she was dreading was
the look in his eyes when she told him she saw someone about to die a rather horrible
death and just causally walked away. He'd been pretty clear to Dobby a few days ago how
he felt about murder vs. self-defense.
"Shiva…you promised we could talk about this when we got home," Harry said softly.
She muttered a quiet curse. "You're not even fifteen. How you manage to remember to
come back to these things?" she huffed sitting down at the other end of the couch. Harry
shrugged though had the grace to look slightly sheepish. "Alright, Harry, fine. She showed
up a few minutes before the Task began, knocked back the two trainees who came to get
her and ran into the woods. I followed."
Harry nodded. "And that's where she ran into the acromantulas."
"Yeah," Shiva sighed. "She turned a corner on the path and ran straight into a giant arse
web. I barely managed to stop without getting stuck too. Instead of letting her down I
interrogated her a bit and let her rant."
"Okay. And she implicated Dumbledore as telling her what to do?"
Shiva laughed and shook her head. "Please! The woman was far too stupid to realize he
played her like a fiddle. She said enough though that it was pretty obvious. She also said
how she messed with the runic scheme keeping that arena expanded. I actually looked
into that a few days ago by the way. There's nothing in the way of permanence or enduring
sets in the cluster. Variable spatial area is excellent for transport of premade things, but
basic safety should still be observed."
Harry chuckled. "Outback Training Alternative. I know it's not entirely their fault since this
is Dumbledore we're talking about, but I still think they cut a few corners there. I think I'm
just going to buy them out when I can afford it. Or partner with them and fix all their
issues. Anyway, we're off-topic. Umbridge?"
"After she finished ranting I was going to start cutting her down and run back to try and
stop the Task when the acromantulas showed up. There were only two on the web, but I
heard a few more in the surrounding trees. Umbridge started freaking out more and…well
– "
"You left her and ran back," Harry said. He nodded to himself and gave a small half grin to
Shiva. "So you thought I'd freak out that you left her to die without trying to help?"
Shiva shrugged narrowing her eyes at him. The kid was way too unaffected by this. "A little
yeah. I had enough time to get her down and hightail it out. It might have resulted in a bit
of fighting…but I could've done it."
"Shiva, she tried to kill me since before she even met me," Harry said crossing his arms and
leaning back. "All you've ever done is protect me. I'm not sorry that she's gone and that
you don't have a scratch on you. All I'm sorry for is making you worry. Not saving someone
who already deserves to die is a bit different than driving a soul eating, basilisk venom
infused sword through an unconscious man's heart."
Shiva sat there gaping at Harry for several moments before starting to laugh. "How the hell
do you do that, kid?"
His smile widened and he shrugged. "I'm pretty aware of my surroundings, Shiva. Relic of
living with the Dursleys. I noticed you flinching when I told that to Dobby."
"Remind me to never try to hide your presents from you in the flat."
"Manor. We get to move to the Manor this summer, remember?" He laughed. "It should
be easy to hide them there!"
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, kid." Shiva rolled her eyes at him and finally relaxed completely.
"Did you want me to take a look inside your head now or later?"
Harry sobered at that and took a deep breath. "I'd prefer now. I don't want to leave an
open doorway for Riddle to get into my head whenever he wants. Or for it to start
corrupting and influencing me or something," he finished with a shudder.
Shiva reached over and squeezed his knee. "That won't happen, Harry. If it's really in there,
we'll figure something out and cleanse the taint. Hell, kid, no one thought Dementors
could be killed, yet you somehow managed to do that! And made it somewhat easy to
replicate too! We'll kill this stupid soul shard too."
"Thanks, Shiva," Harry said softly.
"Wow…talk about your hodgepodge of stuff…" Shiva muttered as Harry took her through
the layers of his mental defenses. "Is that supposed to be Zeus?"
Harry glanced over to the side as they coasted past the Death Star and down towards
Number 4 Privet Drive on his private asteroid. He ran a hand through his hair and gave a
guilty glance. "Uh, yeah. I figured that if people could get past the Enterprise, and the Star
Destroyers maybe they'd get caught by a few of the Greek gods. Artemis and Apollo are on
the other side of the planet. The Death Star is mostly for show and intimidation though it
does make a good final defense. Once people penetrate into the house they'd never think
to look back outside for the last line in orbit above them."
Shiva shook her head and turned back to Harry in awe. "Kid, when I said go crazy with
adding random odds and ends to your mindscape I didn't actually mean go crazy. Damn…I
pity the poor soul that tries to get to something you don't want them to see…"
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He shrugged and walked forward. "I'm a private person. Nobody should mess with my
head without permission. It was somewhere around here. I think. Should be to the right of
my cupboard," he said frowning and gesturing towards the wall under the stairs.
Shiva bristled at the flippant mention of 'my cupboard'. She really needed to do something
about the Dursleys. They should never be allowed to get away with hurting a child like that.
That was something for later though. When they didn't have Voldemort to deal with.
"Alright, Harry, which door is the cupboard?"
Harry turned to look at her. "What do you mean?"
Shiva shrugged. "Which door, kid? There's…two of…fuck you really can't see the second
one can you?"
Harry cursed and slammed a fist into the nearby wall. "I was right. Bloody arsehole! The
one with my memories is this one," he snarled gesturing to the left door. "Wherever the
other one is I didn't make it and I can't see it."
Shiva's eyes narrowed and she pulled out the stick of chalk he had given her as they
entered his mindscape. She slowly walked over and traced the outline of the second door
under the stairs. As she got closer, she could feel the…alienness of that particular section in
Harry's mind. Standing right next to it there was no mistaking that this thing was not part
of her son. It had no place inside Harry. Stepping back from outlining it she nodded to him.
"Done. That's the door to the soul shard. I think you're right, Harry. This is definitely not
supposed to be here."
He nodded and moved forward. "Slap me if I start looking crazy yeah? Anything to tear my
eyes away from that place should be good enough." He raised his hands and walls of steel
and chains flew from the shadows to surround the outline. More steel slotted into the
stairs and the wall and padlocks materialized at multiple points along the line. A vault door
looking like a hybrid between a normal bank and Gringotts slammed shut on a giant
electrified cage that fit flush into place. A layer of some sort of foam that immediately
hardened into an amber-like substance filled the gaps. Finally, a bucket appeared in the
floor filled with water and a single snapping piranha. Harry stayed looking at the wall for
several seconds before nodding satisfied and turning back to Shiva. "Did I get it? I can't
really feel the ruthlessness as much anymore when I stare at that spot."
Shiva whistled and nodded. "Yeah, kid. You got it covered up alright."
"There is no kill like overkill," Harry sighed. "Let's go. I need to get some food."
Harry's friends had gathered in Shiva's flat to await Snapfist's arrival. The goblin was
coming over to escort them to the Potter Manor and the graveyard in Godric's Hollow. In
the meantime, Harry was planning to test the Soul Viewer. The only one absent was Sirius.
"He mentioned that he was dealing with a houseguest and would be a few minutes late,"
Remus said when Harry checked his watch again tapping his foot.
Amelia's eyes narrowed at that comment. "Oh? What type of 'houseguest' was that?"
"Not like that, Amy!" Remus hurriedly said holding up his hands to ward off her anger.
"Sirius may be a shameless flirt, but he'd never do anything like that while seeing you."
"Then what is he doing?" Andi asked with raised eyebrows.
"Seeing to your sister," Sirius grumbled waltzing into the flat and claiming a kitchen seat. "I
forgot how annoyingly superior Cissa could be. Even when begging for help she has this air
about her."
Several jaws dropped to the floor at that statement and all conversation ground to halt.
"What?" came from several mouths at once.
Sirius snorted. "Yeah, that was my reaction too at first. Cissa's with us now by the way.
Andi, she's staying at Grimmauld for the moment though she said she'd like to stop by and
visit you at some point soon."
"But she's Malfoy's mother!" Neville yelled continuing to gape.
"Cissa is a pureblood through and through. She never agreed with Lucius and always hated
being locked into that marriage," Andi said softly. "She finally decided they were causing
too much damage?"
"Yeah. She gave me some juicy info about Riddle's short-term plans too in order to help
prove she was on the level. I verified with some veritaserum just in case. I'll tell you after
we're done here Amy," Sirius sighed. "Long story short, he wants to try a prison break in
the future. Cissa has had enough of and I quote 'the flobberworm brained fools seeking to
destroy everything on both sides while tossing tradition into the mud'. When she walked,
she drained any of the Malfoy accounts she had access to which sadly isn't much, but it's
something. Draco is firmly in the Pro-Voldemort camp though and all she asks of us is that
we at least attempt to not kill the little idiot if given a choice in the matter."
Harry blinked and started laughing. "Wow. You know it's bad when your own mother runs
away. You trust her, Sirius?"
"I do. I do recommend Andi takes a look in her mind at some point, but yeah. I trust her. I'll
have the Malfoy marriage dissolved by the end of the week. Wish I could do the same with
Bella…"
Andi snorted. "Bella never cared about a contract for that one sadly. She only married
Rodolphus so she could grovel better at Riddle's heel."
"Anyway, Harry, you said you had something to show us all before the goblins arrived?"
Sirius asked looking to his godson.
Harry nodded and pulled out the Soul Viewer. Luna shifted positions so she could see
better and rested her arms on Tracey's shoulders as she pushed up to look over the crowd.
The Slytherin rolled her eyes in amusement while Susan and Hannah just smiled up at the
smaller blonde girl. "I call this the Soul Viewer. It's just a Perception rune tied with a Soul
rune and a Visualization scheme. It should just manifest souls as auras. With any luck, it'll
show where Riddle's soul is concentrated in me so that we can cut it off."
"Still hate this plan," Shiva muttered. Tonks nodded her agreement with her hair flashing
to black shortly before shifting back to pink.
"Harry," Hermione said slowly, "you are sure that this rune stone is safe, yes? You've
mentioned repeatedly how Soul runes tend to be…unpredictable."
Fleur nodded. "Yes, zis is not going to de-eh…soul you while trying to get a peek is it? It
would be quite difficult to marry you if zat happens…"
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The low chuckles Fleur elicited met an exasperated look from Harry. "No, Fleur, I'm not
going to be desouled. And yes, Hermione, I'm sure it's safe. It might be a bit weird, but it's
safe. There's literally nothing in this beyond three runes." Hermione sighed and nodded
her assent.
"Okay then, let's do this. It has an area effect of about three meters I think so don't be
surprised if you start glowing or something. Each soul should be represented by a different
color. I think," Harry shrugged and charged up the rune stone and he picked up a mirror
from the table in front of him.
A tingling wave of magic passed through most of the occupants in the room who suddenly
found themselves suffused with a dim glow surrounding their bodies. Luna squealed with
glee as she saw Coco had a small glow around her little body and most of the others were
just as intrigued with their own soul auras. Harry had taken to staring into the mirror as he
angled it around to check his scar. His own soul was manifesting as an emerald green color
which was strangely reassuring. Unfortunately there was a roiling black mass centered on
the scar with tendrils slithering out and encompassing a large chunk of his head and torso.
"Damn. It may be centered on my head, but it looks like it's twined around too much else.
Cutting it off probably won't work. We'll have to come up with a Plan B I think guys." Harry
scowled. All murmurs and sound stopped as he put the mirror down. Glancing around,
Harry saw everyone frozen and staring at him. "Guys? What's wrong? We knew this was
likely going to happen."
Daphne very slowly and very carefully stepped forward and picked up the mirror. "Harry,
look at the rest of you." She held up the mirror and Harry perplexed, looked back down.
Centered on his chest and twined throughout the entirety of his body was a third color
scheme. A bright red one. It seemed to curl most strongly about the necklace he had on
under his shirt and as he watched, one of the tendrils of black touched it and recoiled back
slightly. Harry's breath caught in his throat and his mouth went dry. He couldn't breathe,
he couldn't swallow, he couldn't think. He could only blink at the red soul aura suffused
inside him.
The charge on the Soul Viewer died and the visible auras around the group faded back into
nothing. Someone tried to talk to Harry but he didn't hear what they said. A dull knock on
the door sounded and one of the group moved to open it and let the goblin in. Harry's eyes
settled on Snapfist and his brain jump-started itself again. Harry lunged to his feet and
rushed to the goblin. "Graveyard. Now!"
Snapfist rocked back on his heels as Shiva grabbed Harry's shoulders and jerked him back.
"Kid, slow down! We need to – "
"NO!" Harry yelled. "I need to get to the fucking graveyard! NOW!"
Harry paced back and forth in front of the grave of his parents as several of the adults
exhumed the body. He couldn't stop moving because if he stopped moving then they
would try to talk to him. Hermione had been the only one to not try and say anything. All
the others thankfully gave up as he kept pacing back and forth.
All the little things over the years were slotting into place like a giant jigsaw puzzle and the
conclusion he was reaching was both simultaneously amazing and horrifying. Why his scar
looked like a Protection rune entwined with something else. How his mother's protection
was still powerful enough to hurt Voldemort 10 years after it was cast. Lily Potter's will
never activating. James Potter's will specifically directing Harry to touch her body with
necklace in hand. Her echo not coming out of Voldemort's wand in the duel. How a piece
of one of the most powerful wizards in the past century hadn't been able to take over
control of a baby.
Finally the grave was fully exposed and the coffin levitated up. Harry stopped pacing and
looked fixatedly at it. Shiva stepped forward and laid a hand on his shoulder.
"Kid…Harry…Harry!" Numbly he turned to stare at her. "Harry, look, even with…this," she
said gesturing to his chest, "there's a very good chance that your mother is…well…"
"I know. Open it, please," Harry said quietly. He was going to kill Dumbledore for keeping
him from this. Intentionally or not the old man had prevented Harry from getting here for
14 years. 14 years that he could have…He was going to find the Flamels and he was going
to stab the old man through the heart with the Sword of Gryffindor.
The lid lifted off of his mother's coffin and Sirius and Amelia gasped. Remus took one look
and collapsed to the side blinking but not seeing. Not daring to breathe himself, Harry
carefully stepped forward and looked upon the body of his mother.
Instead of a decomposed corpse like he had expected however, there was a beautiful
young woman barely older than Tonks. Flaming red hair outlined a soft face and delicate
hands were folded over a modest chest. Lily Potter looked like she hadn't aged a day since
she had been hit with a Killing Curse 14 years ago. Harry steadied himself and took his
necklace off reaching out to her.
"Stop!" Hermione cried out grabbing Harry in an embrace. "Harry, wait! Think about this!
What if whatever she did is leaving her body in stasis while the protection she imbued into
you is still active? What happens if you complete that circuit and the protection
deactivates, Harry? What happens if the soul shard can overpower you when she's gone?!"
Hermione sobbed into his back.
Tonks stepped forward and gently pulled Hermione's arms from Harry. "That's not our
decision, Mione. That's his." Hermione cried harder and buried her head into Tonks' chest
while Harry smiled back at his partners.
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"I'll be fine, Mione. I'm a lot stronger than I was as a baby after all." Without waiting any
longer or letting anyone else voice opinions or concerns, Harry turned and thrust his hand
out to grasp his mother's own with the necklace sandwiched between them.
A flare of light lit up the graveyard and Harry felt a surge of magic pulse out of him draining
through his hand. The energy pulled and pulled until he felt like it was taking everything he
had. Finally, the flow ceased and Harry fell to his knees beside the coffin breathing heavily.
"Harry, are you okay?" Shiva asked kneeling beside him and wrapping an arm around his
shoulders. Harry just nodded as he stared at his mother's body unable to say anything for
the moment.
Nobody breathed, waiting with baited breath for something, anything to happen. Some
seemed to be watching Harry like hawk just waiting for him to keel over clutching his head
and screaming in pain. Others were watching Lily to see if her body started to rapidly decay
or otherwise reacted in any way. Harry could only count unconsciously in his head, his eyes
unwavering.
With nary a twitch to belie the storm to come, a pair of startlingly brilliant green eyes
blinked open.
XXX
Dark Lord Tom Riddle aka Voldemort Reembodied Thanks to Nefarious Triwizard Plot!
Written by: Luna Lovegood
We at the Quibbler take our news seriously. While many have accused us of fanciful flights
and wondrous ponderings we always strive to deliver the story. Our reputation for
intriguing and unusual reports is well deserved as the Quibbler has historically tried to stay
mainly on the fringes of what is known. We do this intentionally in an effort to satisfy the
sense of adventure and wonder that is so often missing from other publications.
This story and the one below it however are different. Previously we have interviewed
Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, Triwizard Co-Champion. We have also reported on some
of the extreme circumstances that he becomes involved in. We have always reported only
the facts when it comes to Harry Potter. Mr. Potter's life tends to be far too extreme to risk
embellishments. That is why we ask you to not assume we have written this story as part
of a prank or an unsubstantiated rumor. The accounts in this report have been largely
verified by several sources including the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
We originally were asked to hold off on publishing this story, and we wished to allow for
initial measures to be taken and for the Ministry of Magic to be allowed to break the news
first. Unfortunately, as the largest leading report for the past two weeks was the current
winner of Brightest Smile…it appears our hope for action was unfounded. As such, we will
not maintain the silence any longer. What follows is a brief explanation of the events
surrounding the Final Task in the Triwizard Tournament…
Sirius smirked as he watched Remus finish reading Luna's new article and nodding
appreciatively. "The girl's good isn't she, Moony?"
"That she is indeed. You'd never know she was only fourteen from how she writes these
articles," Remus said. "I especially like the bit at the end guaranteeing their readers that a
weekly defense column will be included from now on."
"Oh?" Sirius' grin widened far enough to split his face in half. "Did you catch who was
going to be writing those?"
Remus shook his head. His nostrils flared as he caught Sirius' far too pleased expression.
"You didn't…"
"I did!" Sirius said pumping his arm in the air. "What better person to write a defense
column than a recently inducted Auror, Wizengamot member, Head of House Black and
escapee from Azkaban? The job was practically written for me, Moony!" Sirius moved over
and clapped his friend on the back as Remus just sighed heavily. "Perk up old buddy. You
get to write a few guest sections too you know!"
"I what?!" the werewolf sputtered. "When did I agree to that?"
"Just now. Glad to have your help. I'm a busy man after all." Sirius laughed and pulled
Remus to his feet. "Come on, we have to get going or we're going to be late."
Remus nodded and dropped the paper onto the table. The article below the one with
Voldemort was face up – the one describing Lily Potter's 'miraculous revival'. "I still have a
hard time believing all this, Padfoot."
"Which part, the one with Potter Manor being restored, the one with Voldemort getting
resurrected, or the one with our deceased female friend also being resurrected?"
Remus snorted. "Well when you put it like that, all of them. However what I was
specifically referring to was Lily. I know we were both there in that graveyard the other
night…but it still seems surreal. We didn't exactly stay to talk to her. I feel like we almost
ran away…are we even sure that she remembers anything?"
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Sirius rolled his eyes. "We didn't stay so that Harry could have some time to deal with it
without us hovering over him. Or…well…fawning over Lily…And of course she
remembers!"
"You can't know that for certain, Sirius. It's not every day that someone returns from the
dead you know," Remus said shaking his head in exasperation.
"Well, Moony, unlike you I do know for certain that she remembers us. I called Shiva last
night to see if she needed any help and how things were going." Sirius held himself up in a
regal pose. He managed to hold it for a few seconds before his shoulders slumped.
"They're all as good as can be expected I suppose. Harry's not exactly being enthusiastic,
but it sounded like he's starting to open up a bit. Lily is walling off again like she used to. I
just hope she lets it all out before she cracks."
Remus cringed. "Damn. I suppose I shouldn't be very surprised. She did just lose James
after all."
Sirius pushed the door to Grimmauld open and herded his friend outside before locking up
and walking into the garden. Sighing he shook his head. "It's not just James, Remus.
Bloody hell, it's probably not even mostly James. You do know how much they were
fighting towards the end don't you?"
Remus paused and looked to Sirius with a frown. "James' letters made it seem
insignificant."
"It wasn't. I don't know specifics – didn't want to know at the time. But it wasn't nothing."
Sirius scowled. "Not that it really matters anymore anyway. Harry's a teenager,
Dumbledore is a murderous bastard, her son has been all but adopted by a school teacher
barely out of her teens, oh and Harry has a 'harem'. None of this is going to be easy for
her."
Sirius sighed and turned to fully face his friend. "Remus, you've ditched a lot of the old
annoying habits of hanging back and being depressing. If you're going to have a relapse
then let me know now so you deal with it before meeting everyone. The last thing they
need at the moment is a depressed werewolf."
Remus' eyes narrowed for an instant before he started chuckling. "I feel like I should
probably take that as an insult. Instead I'm going to take it for the rebuke it was intended
to be and humbly state my apology. I promise I will endeavor to be upbeat and totally not
depressing today."
"Good," Sirius replied his face splitting into a wide grin again. "Then let's go see our
friends."
Hermione nervously wrung her hands as Fleur slipped on her shoes. "Are you sure? Maybe
just you should go? Or just me? Or perhaps I should call Luna? Maybe Daphne? Neville
would be good too. Even Fred and George might be better. And – "
"Mione," Fleur said smiling as she got up and put her arms on the brunette's shoulders,
"calm down. 'arry will be fine wiz just you and me. Luna has already said she will stop by
later in ze week and I would be willing to bet good money zat Daphne will be around
before ze day is zrough. If only to see ze skeleton on display." Fleur paused and nodded
contemplatively. "I admit, I am looking forward to zat part myself. Anyway, you know zat
Neville will not be allowed to meet Lily until his grandmuzzer can make it somezing formal
which means he can't meet up wiz 'arry just yet. And do you really want to subject the
poor woman to Fred and George zis fast?"
Hermione's mouth opened and closed a few times before she chuckled and shook her
head. "Well when you put it like that…" Then she shuddered and leaned into Fleur. "I'm
still scared though, Fleur. He's going to be so confused and I don't know if I can help him
through this. This isn't like the battles or accidents he's been in. This is social. This is…not
my field."
Fleur pulled back slightly and leaned down to lightly kiss Hermione. "Relax, love. You
simply need to be zere for him and to listen if he needs to talk. Both zings that you already
do. I can help wiz ze bigger things if needed. I doubt we will need to help much zough.
Tonks stayed wiz him last night remember? She will have helped him to feel better and
open up."
"You're right. I'm being foolish," Hermione said steeling her gaze and briefly hugging Fleur.
"Thanks. I wish my parents hadn't called the other night. I know they were worried and I
know that you and Tonks were still there for him but…"
"It is not ze first impression you wished to leave on ze muzzer of your boyfriend, no?" Fleur
teased.
Hermione's face blushed bright red. "Not really, no. We know he didn't need all of us
hovering, but does she know that? Ugh, this is pointless. I'm just going to get worked up
again. Mum, Dad," Hermione shouted turning to the stairs, "we're heading out!"
Richard and Emma came down the stairs dressed for work and moved to hug both girls in
the hallway. "Good timing, sweety," Emma said, "we're just about ready to leave
ourselves."
"Hermione, your mother and I greatly appreciate you coming home when we asked. Next
time you go silent for ages please do try and call first. Especially if you've said you'll only
be gone for a short while and there's a known terrorist who dislikes you on the loose."
Hermione nodded hurriedly staring at the floor. "I'm sorry, Dad. Just everything started
happening so quickly and with Harry's mum…"
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Richard hugged her and pulled back smiling. "I don't pretend to understand just how you
four make this work, but it's blatantly obvious you care deeply for each other. You go take
care of your partner girls," Richard said smiling at Fleur and Hermione. "Fleur, I'm trusting
you to make sure she calls if something else major happens."
"I will, Richard. Zank you for your hospitality last night."
"It was a pleasure, dear," Emma said. "Run along girls. Say hello to the rest of your friends
for us. Hermione, do try to come back for a bit longer stay at some point this summer if
you can. I love you."
"I love you too, Mum, Dad." Hermione gave her parents one last hug before walking
outside with Fleur holding her hand. "Okay. Let's go."
Daphne's day had not been off to a good start. Tracey had elected to spend time with Luna
ostensibly to keep the girl happy and allow Daphne time to be near Harry without
complications. While that was all true and perfectly understandable – it was actually
downright sweet – the unforeseen side effect of that was leaving Daphne alone with her
father.
Normally this wouldn't be a huge problem. Marcus Greengrass was not an evil man. He
just wasn't a good man. There had never been much love between Marcus and Daphne.
She had originally thought he hated her though eventually realized he was simply
disappointed in her gender rather than anything she had done or not done specifically. He
needed an Heir to inherit the legacy he'd built. Daphne being a woman made such a thing
vastly more complicated and annoying for him. In turn, Daphne had always felt that he
used far too heavy a hand in nearly all aspects of life, from his business dealings to his
punishments. She'd swiftly grown to distance herself from him while maintaining the
veneer of a Pureblood Princess that would always keep him mostly satisfied with her and
convinced she could be left to her own devices.
All they'd ever truly needed to function amicably together was a buffer. It wasn't perfect,
but it wasn't something she'd ever complain about. Unfortunately, this summer had
removed all normal buffers from their relationship. Her mother and Astoria had gone to
Paris for a week in order to visit with the Delacours. Daphne had been pleasantly surprised
to find that Astoria had struck up an odd friendship with Gabrielle. How that little tidbit
had slipped under her radar the entire school year was something she'd have to seriously
interrogate Astoria about upon her sister's return. Really, the girl was becoming far too
adept at using her perky personality to mask her deeper goals. Hiding things from others
was fine; hiding things from her sister was not so fine.
With her sister and mother gone though and Tracey vanished for the day…that left Marcus
and Daphne eating breakfast alone together. Her father had been increasingly agitated
throughout the entirety of the last year and as Daphne quietly laid the plate of breakfast in
front of him he stared up at her with a coldly calculating gaze. A shiver of apprehension ran
down Daphne's spine as she took her seat across from him in the Heir position.
"Daphne," Marcus said in a perfectly calm and rational tone. That wasn't ominous at all.
"Where do you stand with the young Lord Potter?"
Daphne barely managed to hold in her scowl. Of course he was going to ask about Harry.
His precious Heir had to be secured and his continued family name ensured. "I am in good
standing with Harry, Father. He respects me and his legal guardian approves of me. His
primary partners are amenable to opening talks in the future."
"According to the papers Lily Potter has recently awakened as well. Where do you stand
with her? Her opinion is going to be extremely important to the boy and therefore the
negotiations in general."
This time Daphne couldn't prevent the twitching of her lip though at least she kept from
growling. Her voice was remarkably controlled when she replied. "I'm surprised you heard
that, Father. I wouldn't think you read the Quibbler."
"I don't. However Jeannette does and she brought it up while I met with her husband. Your
standing, Daphne?"
"I haven't spoken to her yet. I felt the best course of action was to allow for her to meet
and speak with her son before bombarding her with anything else." Considering she'd only
been among the living for a few days how Marcus had expected Daphne to meet with the
woman was utterly beyond speculation. "I hope to make a favorable impression while
inspecting their restored Manor today."
Marcus rubbed his chin nodding. "Very well. Ensure you do. I grow tired of waiting for this,
Daphne. Either cement your status as the boy's betrothed soon or I will be forced to
pursue other options."
Daphne froze. Dimly she realized her hands were clenched into fists and made a conscious
effort to relax them. This, this right here was a large part of the real reason she had
refused to accept Harry's paramours' offer of speaking with him about her attraction. She
was certainly interested. She had Tracey's blessing. And she had a father who was basically
forcing her to enter into a political marriage before she hit sixteen. While she wanted to try
and be with Harry Potter she did not want it to be because she had been cornered by
Marcus Greengrass. This was going to be her decision and no one else's! Daphne was in
control of her own life and if she had to be thrown out of her family and made nameless in
order to prove that then she would do so!
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"Father, I believe I have made myself very clear on this matter. I am maintaining my own
course here perfectly well. You need not be concerned," she said. Her calm veneer
shattered ever so slightly more with part of her frustration seeping into her tone.
"If only I could trust that," her father sighed. "I know of your…dealings…with Tracey Davis.
I am no fool and you have learned well from me even if you haven't enjoyed it. Daphne, I
no longer believe that you have any interest in Harry Potter other than a convenient cover
for your true relationship." He scowled and wiped his lips briefly while Daphne just glared
and clenched her fists again. "I don't give a toss if you want to keep that girl on the side for
the rest of your life. I don't care if your husband only exists to provide you with semen for
a baby. I do care though that you have a baby and a husband! Appearances must be
maintained and I will not let this family disappear to appease your heart. Do not toy with
me, Daphne. Use the boy for cover or find someone else. Either way ensure you do
something, girl! This misdirection and stalling is unbecoming of you and not at all
indicative of my Heir. Keep trying my patience and I will assume you are playing power
games with me and act accordingly."
His piece said, Marcus pushed his plate aside and left the room. Daphne finally allowed the
angry growl loose as she rose to clean the plates. Taking her father's plate to the sink she
turned back to her own half eaten dish. Starting slightly at the sight of several small blood
droplets near her setting, Daphne turned her hands over and noticed for the first time that
she had dug her nails into her palms hard enough to draw blood. Letting out another
frustrated sigh, Daphne cast a quick healing spell on her hands and finished cleaning the
table, her appetite gone entirely.
Checking the time, Daphne moved to the Floo. She was a few minutes early, but it seemed
appropriate to take her leave rather than risk running into her father again. Harry would
understand. He probably wouldn't even notice she was early at all, Daphne thought with a
small grin. The boy got far too consumed in the bigger picture and lost sight of the minutia
at times.
Tossing a pinch of powder into the fire grate she called out, "Potter Manor. No hypocrites
allowed." Harry's version of a pass code was entertaining if somewhat unsecure. The
familiar whirling swept over her and the trip was only interrupted by a slight tingling just
before she stepped out of the receiving fireplace.
"I will never understand how you all make that look so easy," a familiar, mildly annoyed
voice sounded from just off to her left.
Daphne shook her head at Harry and chuckled. "And we in turn will never understand how
you manage to fail so spectacularly from a simple Floo trip. Hello, Harry."
"Hey, Daph. How's it going?" Harry asked laughing along with her. "You're a little early…I
think…maybe…I kinda lost track of time and didn't want to find a clock…"
"You could've just used a tempus spell," she said arching her eyebrows. Harry's wide eyes
and small gape only served to add to her amusement.
He groaned and ran a hand through his hair. "I keep forgetting that I'm not at the Dursleys
anymore so I can actually do small spells and things during the summer. You'd think I'd
have learned by now."
"Well it has only been one real summer you've been in a wizarding household," she said
shrugging. "You can't be expected to drop every old habit right away. Besides, I imagine
Shiva would try to limit it somewhat if only to at least attempt to maintain the spirit of the
underage magic law."
Harry grunted. "Maybe before we heard a prophecy saying that Riddle is going to gun for
me explicitly. Now between her and Lily, she's probably going to be enforcing mandatory
training 12 hours a day soon."
Daphne turned an intense gaze on him. "I didn't think either of you believed the prophecy
meant you'd be dueling him one on one?"
Harry shrugged again. "Honestly, Daph? Do I think it's set in stone because of a prophecy?
Hell no. Do I think my worst good luck ever is going to end up with me facing off against
him one way or another just because Fate apparently hates me? Pretty much, yeah."
Daphne groaned and managed to avoid facepalming. "Well at least you got your mother
back. Fate can't hate you that much."
"Yeah cause that hasn't been awkward as hell," Harry muttered. Daphne's eyes narrowed
at that but Harry smiled and looked up at her before she could say anything. "Come on, I'll
show you around a bit. Snapfist is with Lily and the others in the study. We're waiting for
the others before the official tour starts."
"Then how are you going to show me around?" Daphne teased with a grin.
Harry chuckled. "Okay you caught me. I just want to show off the basilisk skeleton. It looks
amazing!"
Daphne laughed at his enthusiasm. "Good to know. I admit I'm looking forward to seeing it
myself. You didn't have any issues with Snapfist did you?"
"Huh?" Harry asked looking confused. His face scrunched up then relaxed. "Oh, you mean
did he give me a hard time for freaking out the other day?" Daphne nodded. "He
pretended to for a minute or so, but admitted almost immediately he understood why I
was rather…short. Just asked me to try and be more polite the next time I had a minor
breakdown." Harry snorted and shook his head in exasperation. "Like I can control that."
Daphne shrugged. "Well you didn't start tossing spells or kicking up a magical wind so I
think you were rather restrained as it was. Anyway, I really think you should change the
pass code to open the Floo, Harry. It's far too simple."
Harry stopped walking and turned to her smiling widely. Daphne just lifted an eyebrow in
response waiting for him to explain why he appeared to have caught the canary. "Nice to
see that Gryfferins can outfox Slythindors. The pass code is mostly a funny ruse. I did
originally want it to be 'no Toads allowed' but with the Umbitch dead it kind of seemed
like a waste of a joke. Anyway, it just serves to shunt you from the primary Floo to the
personal one. The wards are the real protection, Daph."
"What wards work through the Floo?" she asked incredulous.
"Shiva, Bill and I added a bit to the goblins' work. A slight modification to the Anchor lets
the ward scheme penetrate into the Floo stream. Anyone coming in without permission is
bounced to a random grate somewhere down the line. Anyone coming in without
permission and with hostile intent is…basically slapped back to their origination point with
a hammer." He rubbed a hand through his hair and grinned guiltily. "The pass code does
help the wards to identify people, but it's just an initial targeting section. You and most of
the others are already keyed in by blood. I still need to get Remus, Amelia, Neville and
Hannah when they stop by but the main group is mostly good otherwise."
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Daphne's mouth fell open and she couldn't help the shiver of shock that ran through her.
She was not above admitting to herself that there was a hefty amount of pride and
happiness that he'd trusted her enough to preemptively key her into his home's defenses.
"When did you get my blood to key me into the wards?" she finally asked after floundering
for something to say.
Harry shrugged. "Uh, sometime before the Yule Ball was announced I think. It was back
when I still planned to come and inspect this place during the winter hols."
"Impressive foresight," she said finally pushing down her reaction and managing to smile
at him. "Thanks for letting me in, Harry."
"You're my friend. Of course I was going to let you in here if you ever wanted in," he said
shrugging. She blushed slightly realizing that to him it really was just that simple.
A knock sounded from the next room over and Harry turned walking forward. "I got it!" he
called. "Come on, Daph. Entrance hall is through here."
Daphne stepped forward quickly to follow her friend but as soon as she walked through
the door she gasped in surprise. Hanging several meters above her and twisting idly in the
air was the skeleton of the giant basilisk they had killed. Some of the initial effect was
likely lost since they were at the tail of the beast though it was certainly impressive
enough as it was. Her mouth lifted in a half smirk thinking back to the battle with the
creature. Sure she hadn't actually done much damage, but she'd still participated in
bringing it down. It was nice to imagine what she'd be capable of in the future if she could
do that at twelve.
"Mione! Fleur! You're here!" Daphne heard Harry yell and she turned to see the
newcomers step into the house. The basilisk's head turned its empty gaze down on them
and opened its mouth in a not entirely silent hiss. Hermione and Fleur both froze and
stared up at the thing as it examined them. Harry, completely unfazed, pulled them both
into a hug and leaned in to kiss first Hermione and then Fleur. Daphne felt a brief pang of
longing though her expression was steeled back into a welcoming smile before any of the
three pulled away and looked back at her.
"It's nice to see you too, Harry. Hello, Daphne," Hermione said with a wide grin.
"Hello. I see you've met Mr. Skelly," Daphne said walking towards them.
Fleur laughed as she nodded. "I do not know about zis nickname, but ze beast is…most
impressive. You two truly slaughtered zis at twelve?"
Harry winced. "I wouldn't say slaughtered. More like 'got in a lucky shot'. But yeah, we
did."
"Does it have to hiss at us every time we walk in?" Hermione asked glaring at the skeleton.
"It's charmed to do that to whoever's at the front door. Fleur, you can apparate directly
into this room now that you've seen it so it won't bother you if you do that. Mione, as long
as you use something besides the front door it won't pay any attention to you."
Hermione nodded. "Good to know. Harry…" she paused as she ran her eyes up and down
his body carefully checking him over, "are you alright?"
He held up one hand and waved it back and forth in a so-so motion. "I've been better.
Tonks helped last night. I did talk with Lily yesterday and this morning though and it's not
as awkward as it was originally. I feel a bit bad though that I was rather comforted when I
woke up and she was brewing a hangover potion."
Fleur cocked her head at that. "Zat does seem a bit…unusual, 'arry."
"Shiva told her most of my life story last night it seems. It's…comforting to know that she
was upset enough to end up with a hangover. I'm not happy she had a headache, I'm
happy she cared." All three girls winced and were suitably impressed at the woman's
ability to be able to brew a potion after hearing all of that. "They stopped just before
hitting this last year I think. Shiva mentioned this morning that she wanted Lily conscious
for today and not off trying to murder Dumbledore or finding the Umbitch's remains so she
could reanimate her and kill her again."
"Which was a very good idea if your last year was worse than the first three," Lily Potter
said a trace of both amusement and exasperation as she walked into the entrance hall. "I
don't even want to know who James and I pissed off to give you such bad luck, Harry. Hello
girls. Fleur, Hermione, nice to see you again. You must be Daphne."
Daphne curtsied and nodded. "Yes, Milady. I'm Daphne Greengrass. It's a pleasure to meet
you Lady Potter."
A wince and flash of pain darkened Lily's features though both were gone so quickly
Daphne almost thought she'd imagined it. "Lily is fine dear. If you're not comfortable with
that, Mrs. Potter is okay too. That one does make me feel a bit…well old, but I suppose I
should get used to it."
"Lily then," Daphne said smiling back at the woman. She was remarkably polite and
upbeat for a dead woman. She also hid her pain well like Harry.
"Er, Mrs. – Lily – has the Manor changed much since you were first here?" Hermione asked
waving a hand to encompass the grounds.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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