章 86: Chapter - 87 : The Birth of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes part - 2

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Apart from resigning my position as Auror in protest (which wouldn't help anyone), there's not much I can do about it directly - at least not until I take on the role of Paterfamilias. I was thinking though that maybe we could use Lily and James' old place in Godric's Hollow as a sort of safe house. The law only states Werewolves can't own property near populated Wizarding areas, not that they can't stay as guests in someone else's house. There's just a small cottage there at the moment, but we could cast a few expansion spells and add on a few extra rooms. There's also quite a bit of land attached to the place, so any Werewolves staying long-term could build their own small homes there - have some independence, you know?

So far it's just a rough idea. It's your choice whether we go through with it or not. I know legally I own the place, but I still think the Potter inheritance should be yours instead of mine, so you have the final say. We can discuss it when you come home for Halloween/Samhain next week. Just think about it, all right? I'll take any suggestions you've got, we just need to do something. I wouldn't wish being a Werewolf on my worst enemy - they not only have to endure a violent and bloody transformation each month, but also have to withstand destitution and disgust on top of everything. The unfairness of it all sets my teeth on edge!

Sorry, I don't mean to lecture you about it. I know you hate the prejudice against Werewolves as much as I do. It's Remus though, Orion. Remus and people like him who need our help. I can't turn my back on them.

Dad

P.S. On a lighter note, I'm glad to hear you're practicing your pranking skills. Remember to take photos so that I can admire your expertise over the holidays!

Harry got halfway through the first paragraph. Stopped. Started again from the beginning. Paused to mutter several insulting epithets. Then finally managed to read until the end.

He couldn't help but smile when he saw Sirius had signed the letter 'Dad'. Harry wasn't quite at the stage where he felt comfortable using the word himself, but it nevertheless gave him a warm feeling to see it written down on parchment. Harry wondered whether he should start referring to Sirius as Dad even when they weren't in public. They behaved as father and son, after all, complete with teasing and family arguments. Speaking of which, Harry sincerely hoped Sirius had simply made up the bit about Harry's supposed engagement to Daphne, either as some sort of prank or to get his help with avoiding an engagement of his own.

The tone of the letter was at the beginning quite light-hearted, but the farther Harry read the more serious it became. It was clear Sirius was committed to helping Werewolves improve their lives as much as possible. Harry couldn't manage quite the same level of dedication since too much of his energy was focused on Voldemort and his creed of Pureblood Supremacy, but he agreed with almost everything Sirius had written. He was just puzzled by the comment on a Werewolf's transformation. A full moon didn't necessarily include violence - not if the Wolfsbane Potion was used.

It was with a sinking feeling that Harry realised he'd never heard the potion mentioned since arriving in the new world. With all the other differences Harry had encountered he couldn't say with certainty that it existed. Fortunately, there was a quick way for him to find out for sure.

It wasn't difficult to track down Marcus Belby. Harry remembered him from the Slug Club meetings back when Slughorn was teaching. He was a third year Ravenclaw student, so Harry headed straight for the library and soon found him browsing through the Transfiguration section. He hesitated for a moment, uncertain how to approach the other boy since they'd never been introduced in this universe.

Belby sighed and looked up from the heavy Transfiguration tome he was holding. "What do you want, Black?"

"Huh? How d'you know who I am?" Harry was taken aback.

"I've heard every Ravenclaw first year complain about the Slytherin who's usurping their rightful spot as top student. That's you, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Harry said and couldn't help but grin. It made a nice change to be known as a brilliant student.

Belby didn't seem to have much patience for small talk. "So what can I do for you? I hardly think you need help with your homework."

"Actually I wanted to ask you about your uncle."

"Uncle Damocles? Why?"

"Well, I heard he was a Potions Master," Harry said slowly. Belby's reaction wasn't promising.

"I don't know who told you that, but I can tell you that you were told wrong," Belby said. "He's nothing but a drunkard. An all right bloke, don't get me wrong, but you never see him without a drink in hand. Far as I know he's never worked a day in his life. He just mooches off relatives."

"Oh."

"Though now that you mention it, I think I may've heard something about how he wanted to work with Potions when he left school," Belby said thoughtfully. "Luckily my dad managed to talk him out of it. I mean come on, potions! I say we leave all that stuff to slimy gits like Snape, am I right?"

"Uh, yeah. Right." Harry wasn't willing to listen to the other boy ramble on. "Thanks for the help. Bye!"

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