Bab 4: Chapter 3
Harry woke up the next morning, his eyes blinking open to unfamiliar surroundings. For a moment, he felt a surge of panic, his mind instinctively searching for the cramped confines of the cupboard under the stairs at Privet Drive. The soft, warm bed beneath him and the gentle light filtering through the curtains were worlds apart from the cold, dark space he had called his bedroom for as long as he could remember.
Sitting up, Harry took in the elegant furnishings and the peaceful atmosphere of the room. The events of the previous day rushed back to him, and he remembered that he was no longer at the Dursleys' house. He was at the Bones Family Estate, a place filled with kindness and care, so different from the life he had known.
"Good morning, Harry," Drakor's voice echoed softly in his mind, a comforting presence. "How do you feel?"
Harry took a deep breath, letting the reality of his new situation settle in. "It's... it's strange," he admitted. "I'm not used to waking up in a place like this. It feels like a dream."
Drakor's warmth and reassurance filled him. "It is real, Harry. You are safe here, and you are not alone."
Feeling a renewed sense of hope, Harry got out of bed and began to get ready for the day. As he looked at his reflection in the mirror, he couldn't help but notice the absence of the bruises and aches that had been a constant part of his life. He smiled slightly, knowing that things were finally starting to change for the better.
After taking a shower, Harry felt refreshed and more awake. He returned to his room and opened the wardrobe, only to be confronted with the reality of his old life: a collection of ill-fitting hand-me-downs that had once belonged to his cousin Dudley. The clothes were far too large for his slim frame, the sleeves hanging past his hands and the trousers pooling around his feet.
He sighed, feeling a pang of self-consciousness as he picked through the oversized garments. Despite the kindness and warmth of the Bones household, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment at his shabby attire.
"Drakor," Harry murmured, glancing down at the Draconic symbiote who had merged with him. "Is there anything you can do about these clothes?"
Drakor's presence stirred, and Harry felt a wave of reassurance. "I can help with that," Drakor's voice resonated in his mind. "Hold still."
Harry watched in amazement as the ill-fitting hand-me-downs began to morph. The fabric shifted and transformed, becoming a brand-new set of jeans and a button-down shirt that fit him perfectly, along with a nice pair of leather shoes. The clothes were comfortable and looked stylish, a far cry from the oversized rags he had been used to wearing.
"You won't ever need other clothes again," Drakor explained. "I can morph into any kind of clothes you need."
Harry looked at himself in the mirror, feeling a surge of gratitude and relief. "Thank you, Drakor," he said softly, his voice filled with appreciation. "This is amazing."
"It is my pleasure, Harry," Drakor replied warmly. "Now, let's face the day."
Feeling more confident and ready, Harry headed downstairs to join Amelia and Susan for breakfast, eager to start his new life in a place where he was truly cared for.
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As Harry descended the stairs and made his way to the dining room, the smell of a delicious breakfast filled the air. He entered to find Amelia and Susan already seated at the table, a spread of food laid out before them. A small figure moved about the kitchen, and Harry's eyes widened in shock as he took in the sight of a house elf for the first time.
The house elf, with its large, bat-like ears and big, round eyes, was bustling about, preparing more food with quick, efficient movements. Harry froze, his mind racing with questions. He had never seen anything like it.
"Good morning, Harry," Amelia greeted him with a warm smile. "I trust you slept well?"
"Y-yeah," Harry stammered, his eyes still fixed on the house elf. "I did. But... what is that?"
Susan chuckled at his reaction. "That's Mipsy, our house elf. She helps around the house."
Mipsy turned to face Harry, giving him a polite bow. "Good morning, Master Harry Potter, sir," she said in a high-pitched voice. "Mipsy is very happy to be serving you breakfast today."
Harry blinked in surprise, feeling a mix of curiosity and unease. "Uh, thank you, Mipsy," he managed to say, trying to be polite.
Amelia gave him an understanding look. "It's alright, Harry. House elves are magical creatures that help with household chores. Mipsy is a valued member of our home."
Harry nodded slowly, still taking it all in. "I've never seen a house elf before," he admitted as he took a seat at the table.
Susan smiled. "There's a lot you'll be learning about the magical world, Harry. And we'll be here to help you every step of the way."
As Harry settled into his seat, he couldn't help but notice Susan eyeing his clothes with a smile. "Nice outfit, Harry," she said appreciatively. "You clean up well."
Harry felt a flush of pride. "Thanks," he replied. "It was a gift from a friend." He glanced meaningfully at Amelia, hoping she would understand the silent message about Drakor.
Amelia caught his look and nodded subtly, her expression thoughtful. "It's always good to have friends who can help you out," she said warmly. "Especially in times of change."
As they began their breakfast, Amelia watched as Harry carefully served himself small portions. Noticing his gaunt frame and the way his clothes seemed to hang on him, she couldn't help but feel a pang of concern.
"Harry," Amelia began gently, "you're welcome to have as much as you like. There's plenty of food here."
Harry hesitated, his eyes darting up to meet hers. "This is... this is how much I usually got to eat at the Dursleys," he said quietly, his voice almost a whisper.
Susan's fork clattered onto her plate, her eyes widening with shock and sympathy. Amelia's expression darkened with anger, but she kept her voice calm and soothing. "Harry, you don't have to worry about that anymore," she assured him. "You're safe here, and we want you to be healthy and happy. Please, eat as much as you need."
Amelia watched as Harry tentatively added more food to his plate, a small smile forming on her lips. Once he seemed more settled, she decided it was time to broach a difficult subject.
"Harry," she began gently, "there's something important we need to discuss. It concerns your godfather, Sirius Black."
Harry looked up, confusion evident in his eyes. "My godfather?" he echoed. "I... I didn't know I had a godfather."
Amelia nodded, her expression serious. "Yes, Harry. Sirius Black is your godfather. He was a close friend of your parents, and they trusted him deeply. However, after the tragic events that led to their deaths, he was imprisoned in Azkaban, the wizarding prison, without a trial."
Harry's eyes widened in shock. "But... why?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly. "Why would they put him in prison without a trial?"
Amelia sighed, her expression tinged with regret. "It's a long and complicated story, Harry. There were accusations that he betrayed your parents to Voldemort, but there's reason to believe he was wrongly accused. Unfortunately, he was never given a chance to defend himself."
Harry's mind raced with this new information. The idea that someone who might have cared for him had been locked away unjustly was both infuriating and heartbreaking. "What can we do?" he asked, his voice filled with determination.
"We're working on that," Amelia assured him. "Mad-Eye and I are determined to get to the bottom of this. We will make sure Sirius gets the fair trial he was denied. In the meantime, you need to focus on getting stronger and adjusting to your new life here."
Harry nodded, his resolve hardening. "Thank you, Madam Bones," he said earnestly. "I want to help however I can."
Amelia smiled warmly at him. "There is something we can do today that might shed some light on your situation," she suggested. "We should visit Gringotts, the Wizarding Bank. We need to have a meeting with the Potter Family Account Manager regarding your parents' wills, which, for some reason, were never executed."
Harry's eyes widened in shock. "A Potter Family Account Manager?" he repeated, trying to process the information. "You mean... there's a Potter Family Account? My family has money?"
Amelia nodded. "Yes, Harry. The Potters were a well-respected and well-off family in the wizarding world. It's time you learned about your heritage and claimed what rightfully belongs to you."
Harry felt a mix of emotions—astonishment, relief, and a sense of anticipation. The idea that he might have resources and a legacy left by his parents was overwhelming. "I had no idea," he said softly. "I thought... I thought I had nothing."
"You have more than you know, Harry," Amelia said gently. "And we will make sure you have access to everything your parents left for you."
Harry took a deep breath, feeling a new sense of hope and determination. "Let's go to Gringotts, then," he said, a determined look in his eyes. "I want to know everything."
Just then, Mipsy approached the table, holding a letter in her hands. "Excuse me, Mistress Amelia," she said, her voice respectful and clear. "An owl just arrived with a letter for you."
Amelia raised an eyebrow and took the letter from Mipsy. "Thank you, Mipsy," she said, her curiosity piqued. She broke the seal and began to read, her expression shifting from curiosity to concern.
Susan glanced at her aunt. "What is it, Auntie?" she asked, sensing the change in Amelia's demeanor.
Amelia sighed, folding the letter and placing it on the table. "It seems there are urgent matters at the Ministry that require my attention," she said. "I may have to delay our visit to Gringotts by a few hours, but we will go today, I promise."
Harry nodded, understanding the importance of Amelia's duties. "That's alright, Madam Bones. We can wait."
Amelia gave him a reassuring smile. "Thank you, Harry. In the meantime, why don't you and Susan get to know each other better? I'm sure Susan can show you around the estate."
Susan beamed at the suggestion. "I'd love to," she said, turning to Harry. "Come on, Harry, let's explore. There's so much to see here."
Harry watched as Susan eagerly left the room, her excitement palpable. Turning to Amelia, he leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "Madam Bones," he began quietly, "do you think... should we tell Susan about Drakor?"
Amelia considered his question for a moment, her brow furrowing in thought. "It's ultimately your decision, Harry," she replied gently. "But if you feel comfortable with it, I see no reason why you shouldn't. Susan seems like a trustworthy and understanding person."
Harry nodded, feeling a sense of relief at Amelia's understanding. "Thank you, Madam Bones," he said sincerely. "I just don't want to keep secrets from her, especially when she's been so welcoming."
Amelia smiled warmly at him. "I understand, Harry," she said. "Just remember to trust your instincts. If you feel it's the right time to tell her, then go ahead. But if not, there's no rush. It's important to take things at your own pace."
Harry nodded, feeling reassured by Amelia's words. "I'll keep that in mind," he said, a small smile forming on his lips. "Thank you, Madam Bones."
Amelia nodded in return, her expression kind and understanding. "You're welcome, Harry. Now go on, enjoy your time with Susan. We'll discuss it further when I return from the Ministry."
As Harry prepared to leave the dining room, Mipsy approached him with a warm smile, carrying a decadent chocolate cake on a silver platter. "Master Harry," she said respectfully, "Mistress Amelia asked for this cake to be made especially for you. She thought you might enjoy it."
Harry's eyes widened in surprise at the gesture, touched by Amelia's thoughtfulness. "Thank you, Mipsy," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "That's very kind of her."
Mipsy nodded, her eyes twinkling with kindness. "You're welcome, Master Harry," she replied. "Enjoy your cake."
As he reached for the cake knife to cut himself a slice, Drakor's presence stirred, and Harry felt a warm sensation wash over him. Before he could react, Drakor devoured the rest of the cake in a single bite, purring contentedly like a kitten.
Harry couldn't help but chuckle at Drakor's antics, shaking his head in amusement. "Looks like you enjoyed that, Drakor," he said, his voice filled with affection. Turning to Mipsy, he offered her a sheepish smile. "Sorry, Mipsy. Looks like I won't be needing that slice after all."
Mipsy giggled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Not to worry, Master Harry," she said, her voice cheerful. "There's plenty more where that came from. Just let me know if you need anything else."
With a nod of thanks, Harry left the dining room, feeling grateful for the unexpected treat and Drakor's company. As he caught up with Susan in the hallway, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for the adventures that lay ahead.
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As Harry and Susan ventured through the expansive grounds of the Bones Family Estate, they marveled at the beauty and tranquility that surrounded them. The lush gardens were alive with vibrant flowers and winding pathways, leading them through hidden alcoves and secret corners waiting to be discovered.
Susan led the way, her enthusiasm infectious as she pointed out various landmarks and shared stories about the history of the estate. Harry listened intently, captivated by Susan's passion and knowledge.
They explored the sprawling gardens, weaving through rows of towering trees and manicured hedges. They stumbled upon a quaint pond teeming with colorful fish, their scales glistening in the sunlight.
As they walked, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and excitement bubbling inside him. For the first time in his life, he felt truly free, surrounded by beauty and possibility.
With Susan by his side, Harry explored every inch of the estate, soaking in the sights and sounds of their new home. As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the landscape, they made their way back to the main house, their hearts full of joy and anticipation for the adventures that lay ahead.
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As Harry and Susan strolled through the lush gardens of the Bones Family Estate, Susan's eyes lit up with excitement as she began to tell Harry about Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She spoke of the majestic castle nestled amidst rolling hills and enchanted forests, its towering turrets and winding staircases holding centuries of magical secrets.
Susan described the bustling corridors filled with students hurrying to their classes, the cozy common rooms where friendships were forged, and the vast library brimming with ancient tomes and spellbooks waiting to be explored. She recounted tales of Quidditch matches played high above the castle grounds, and the thrill of learning spells and potions in the hallowed halls of Hogwarts.
As Susan spoke, Harry listened with rapt attention, hanging on her every word as he imagined himself walking the halls of Hogwarts, wearing the robes of a wizard and wielding a wand of his own. He felt a sense of wonder and excitement building within him, eager to embark on this new chapter of his life alongside his newfound friend.
"Wow, Susan, Hogwarts sounds amazing," Harry exclaimed, his eyes wide with wonder. "I can't believe I'll get to learn magic, just like in the stories."
Susan nodded eagerly, her own excitement mirroring Harry's. "It's going to be incredible, Harry. And you'll fit right in, I just know it."
Harry smiled gratefully, still trying to wrap his head around the idea that his parents had been part of this magical world all along. "Thanks for telling me all this, Susan. I can't wait to see it for myself."
As they continued to walk through the gardens, Harry's mind buzzed with anticipation, eager to explore the wonders of Hogwarts and discover his own place in the magical world. And with Susan by his side, he knew that this journey would be one he'd never forget.
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As Amelia entered her office in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic, her secretary hurriedly approached her with a concerned look.
"Madam Bones, I'm sorry to interrupt, but Albus Dumbledore is here. He's waiting for a meeting," the secretary informed her, her voice tinged with urgency.
Amelia's brows furrowed in surprise. "A meeting?" she repeated, her mind racing as she tried to recall any scheduled appointments. Finding none, she nodded to her secretary. "Thank you, please show him in."
With a nod, the secretary hurried off to fetch Albus Dumbledore, leaving Amelia to wonder what unexpected business the renowned wizard had come to discuss.
"Madam Bones," Dumbledore began as he entered the room, his expression grave as he approached her desk. "I come bearing important documents."
With a sense of urgency, he handed over a stack of parchment, the paperwork for the transfer of guardianship of Harry Potter from himself to Amelia.
"These papers signify the formal transfer of guardianship of Harry Potter," Dumbledore explained, his voice solemn. "It is time for him to find a new home, one where he will be safe and cared for."
Amelia accepted the paperwork with a nod, her expression unreadable as she began to review the documents. She knew the gravity of the situation, understanding the responsibility that would come with becoming Harry Potter's guardian.
"Albus," Madam Bones began, her tone firm as she looked up from the paperwork, "I must address a matter that came to my attention last night."
Dumbledore's expression remained composed, though there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes as he waited for her to continue.
"I discovered that the wills of James and Lily Potter were never executed," Madam Bones continued, her gaze unwavering. "I need to know, was this your doing?"
There was a moment of silence as Dumbledore considered her question, his gaze meeting hers evenly. Then, with a sigh, he spoke.
"I must admit, Amelia," Dumbledore began, his voice measured, "that I had intended to oversee the execution of James and Lily Potter's wills myself. However, circumstances at the time prevented me from doing so."
Madam Bones raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "Circumstances?" she echoed, prompting him to elaborate.
Dumbledore sighed, his gaze briefly flickering away before returning to meet hers. "The aftermath of Voldemort's downfall was chaotic, to say the least," he explained. "There were urgent matters to attend to, and regrettably, the execution of the wills fell by the wayside in the midst of everything else."
Madam Bones regarded him for a moment, her expression thoughtful. "I see," she said, though her tone suggested she wasn't entirely convinced. "And what do you intend to do about it now?"
Dumbledore's expression softened, and he met Madam Bones' gaze with sincerity. "I understand the gravity of the situation, Amelia," he replied earnestly. "I will do everything in my power to rectify this oversight. Harry deserves to know the contents of his parents' wills and to have their wishes fulfilled."
Madam Bones nodded, her demeanor softening slightly. "Very well," she conceded. "I will hold you to that, Albus. But just to inform you that Harry and I will be visiting Gringotts later today, to meet with the Potter Family Account Manager. He will no doubt have a copy of the wills in his possession."
Dumbledore's expression remained composed, though a flicker of concern passed through his eyes at the mention of visiting Gringotts. He understood the implication behind Madam Bones' words and knew that she was not one to be trifled with when it came to matters of justice.
"I appreciate your diligence in this matter, Amelia," Dumbledore said, his tone grave. "I will await your findings with great interest, and rest assured, I will not interfere."
Madam Bones nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Good," she said simply, her voice leaving no room for argument. "Let us hope that we can resolve this matter swiftly and ensure that justice is served for Harry and his family."
"Has Moody informed you about our conversation regarding Sirius Black from last night?" Dumbledore asked Madam Bones directly.
Madam Bones paused for a moment, considering Dumbledore's question carefully. "Yes, Albus," she replied, her tone measured. "Moody did mention the matter briefly. It seems there are many layers to this situation that need to be unraveled."
Dumbledore nodded in acknowledgment, his expression thoughtful. "Indeed," he murmured, his mind already turning over the complexities of the situation. "It would seem that we have much to address in the days ahead."
"Perhaps conducting an audit of trial transcripts for the last decade or so could shed some light on the matter," Amelia suggested, her tone thoughtful as she considered the potential implications.
"An audit of trial transcripts could indeed provide valuable insights," Dumbledore agreed, his tone contemplative as he considered the suggestion. "It may offer us a clearer understanding of any oversights or irregularities that have occurred within the wizarding justice system."
Dumbledore's eyes sparkled with a glimmer of hope as he continued, "Moreover, such an audit could potentially uncover evidence that could aid in Sirius Black's exoneration. If there were indeed discrepancies or injustices in his trial, it is our duty to rectify them and ensure that justice is served."
Amelia's lips curved into a sly smile as she suggested, "In light of such compelling evidence, the Chief Warlock would have no choice but to call for a fast-tracked trial for Sirius Black."
Dumbledore's response was measured yet tinged with a hint of intrigue. "Indeed," he replied thoughtfully. "A fast-tracked trial may indeed be in order, given the circumstances."
Amelia nodded decisively. "I'll have my department begin the audit immediately," she affirmed. "We'll leave no stone unturned in our pursuit of justice for Sirius Black."
Dumbledore cleared his throat, his gaze turning to Madam Bones. "And what of Harry?" he inquired, a hint of guilt coloring his voice.
"Harry endured years of neglect and mistreatment at the hands of the Dursleys," Madam Bones stated bluntly, her voice devoid of remorse. "It is a testament to his resilience that he has survived such hardships."
Dumbledore's expression softened with a tinge of regret as he listened to Madam Bones' words. "I understand," he replied somberly. "And I take full responsibility for the oversight. Harry's well-being must be our top priority going forward."
Amelia's tone was firm as she asserted her authority. "It's my responsibility now," she stated unequivocally. "And I intend to do everything in my power to ensure Harry's safety and well-being, regardless of past oversights."
Dumbledore nodded solemnly, his gaze filled with understanding. He recognized the underlying meaning of Amelia's words and accepted the weight of her responsibility. It was a silent acknowledgment of the shifting dynamics and the need for accountability in ensuring Harry's future.
With a nod of farewell, Dumbledore took his leave, his departure marked by a sense of gravity that lingered in the air long after he had gone. As he stepped out of the office, the weight of his responsibilities bore heavily upon him, a reminder of the challenges that lay ahead in the quest for truth and justice.
Amelia's office hummed with purpose as she directed her secretary to action.
"Get the Aurors started on the audit of trial transcripts for the past decade," she instructed firmly. "I want every detail examined thoroughly."
The secretary nodded, jotting down notes as she replied, "Right away, Madam Bones."
Amelia wasted no time, her mind already focused on the next task at hand. "And prepare the necessary paperwork for the transfer of guardianship of Harry Potter," she continued, her tone decisive. "I'll deliver it personally."
Amelia's secretary nodded briskly, understanding the gravity of the task at hand. As she busied herself with gathering the necessary documents, the buzz of excitement surrounding Harry's case was palpable.
Word had spread quickly through the Ministry that the Boy-Who-Lived was finally receiving the attention and care he deserved. It wasn't often that such a significant figure in the wizarding world found himself at the center of attention for reasons other than defeating dark forces.
As Amelia made her way through the bustling corridors of the Ministry, she couldn't help but notice the curious glances and whispered conversations that followed in her wake. Harry's popularity was undeniable, and the prospect of his future under the care of the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement was met with both anticipation and hope.
With each step, Amelia felt a renewed sense of purpose. Harry's journey was just beginning, but she was determined to see him through it with the care and support he deserved.
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