"Minister Fudge. I am glad you agreed to meet with me. I need a favor. There is some information that Augustus Rookwood has. I would like him and an Auror escort to bring him to the building in Knockturn Alley; so, I can have a discussion with him."
"I know that you are busy on the campaign trail. So, I understand that is a major hassle. But since you are such a good minister. I feel that a donation of twenty-five thousand galleons to make sure you remain, minister, is in the offing today."
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"Dawlish; there is a prisoner I need to be taken from Azkaban for a meeting in Nocturne Alley. I need you to be the prisoner's escort. Here are the details" Umbridge gave the Auror a file.
Umbridge wondered if she could let slip this meeting to other death eaters but decided it wasn't worth the risk. She had more important things to do. Her most important assignment was irritating her. Harry Potter was not to be found. Even the muggle ministry could not find the boy. Not good, Lucius Malfoy wanted him found. As her lord's right-hand man; she had to obey that fancy boy ponce.
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"Aelia, I need you in my office right now." Croaker's patronus barked.
She came running into his office. "What is the fire?"
"Today is not a good day. The minister is hysterical. Dawlish is missing. Worse, he was escorting a prisoner from Azkaban for an unknown reason for the office of the minister. They were last seen walking into Knockturn. The other Aurors were stunned. I asked, this trip was done as a favor to the minister. We do not need any more information."
"And I care, why?" She laughed. She would bet that Amelia knew nothing about this trip until the first Auror was found stunned. This did not sound like anything the DoM would be involved with.
"After checking with the Aurors in Azkaban, it turns out the prisoner was your husband." Croaker smiled back at her. She had to know the reality of this situation. Since the DoM was not searching for the missing person; her husband being missing was not really an issue. The DoM would normally get involved in tracking an ex-unspeakable.
Aelia smiled. "Was Dawlish one of those Aurors that you suspected of working with Voldy? He nodded.
"Well, that was never proven. Bribes have a habit of doing that. Speaking of questions; hypothetically; did you tell Harry about your relationship with your missing husband? Your clumsiness for example?" Croaker asked
"Of course, and I also had to tell Harry that Dawlish was one of those that was laughing when Augustus beat me. That he abused his badge by protecting my bastard ex. Harry took it hard."
"Will I see either of the corpses showing up in the Prophet?" Croaker smiled.
"Boss, I have no control over what that rag prints. But I am told by the goblins; that dragons leave no detectable remains so I wouldn't worry. By the way boss, do you get the Surrey paper? It had an interesting article. Those horrible people that abused my nephew have disappeared. The sister of his uncle is also missing. A neighbor, a squib was also killed by an unknown assailant. As well as a bulldog. His cousin is now in muggle juvenile detention; he was caught sodomizing the dead dog." Croaker smiled evilly at that.
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It was time to get his "official" wand. He hated that he had to. He was also nervous because he had to leave the other wands and special holsters at home. Plus, his infamous scar was bleeding. It had yet to heal fully since the ritual.
Entering the building, he saw an old man, with white hair that defied the laws of gravity and pale gray eyes that seemed a little unfocused.
"Good morning," answered Harry, trying to keep an innocent and polite look on his face. He took off his hat. It wouldn't due to let him know this was just a waste of time in Harry's opinion.
"Ah… Mister Potter, I wondered when I was going to see you." the old man went on to talk about his mother's wand, and his father's wand, he even told him that he was the one that had sold the wand that had given him his scar. Harry at least pays some attention. He learned Ollivander was a Dumbledore supporter.
The commentary bored Harry, there were still things he wanted to know, not this tripe. It got worse, Ollivander, the old man's name as Harry found out during the man's speech, started giving him wands distracting him. Harry had no idea what Ollivander was waiting for, he didn't even know what to do with the wands that the old man gave him, but every time he touched one something exploded, was set on fire, or nothing happened at all.
Ollivander on the other hand became more excited the more wands Harry tried. When the 20th wand came and went Harry started to think that none of the wands would suit him, but Ollivander gained a pensive look and went to the back of his store where he came back with a box covered in dust in his hands. He handed the wand to Harry, and as soon as his fingers touched the wand he could tell the difference immediately, while the others felt like sticks of wood in his hands, this one emitted a warm wave that traveled up his arm and spread through his body. Though the reaction was less than what he got from both of Tan's wands.
"Curious," muttered Ollivander, looking at Harry with curiosity.
"Why curious?" Harry asked; not caring about this wand.
"The brother wand to this gave you the scar. Before you ask, their cores, are phoenix tail feathers. Both given by the same phoenix."
"So, he who shall not be named did great things, terrible things but great things. I will expect you also to do great things."
Harry internally laughed. I will also do terrible things. Now he had four wands. He had fulfilled Croakers orders. As a passing shot, "This wand will be allowed at Ilvermorny?"
"Yes, Mister Potter, but you are going to Hogwarts?" Harry didn't reply to that.
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July 31, 1991
"Good day, Mister Doe."
"Good day to you, Hooksnarl."
"What can Gringotts do for you today?"
"Today I mean to settle all the Boy-Who-Lived Business, Hooksnarl," Harry growled.
"Bad day, BWL?"
"Yes, I got recognized at the wand shop. Several fellow students were there. Then Mister Ollivander stated that the wand I picked up there was the brother wand to Voldymorts."
"That will start people talking. It is too bad you cannot Obliviate them." Hooksnarl laughed at the wizard.
"Hah, anyway, on to business. Do you have a copy of my parents' will?"
"Yes, we do, there is a copy of their wills in your trust vault. We made an unofficial copy. You cannot get the official copies from us until you are of age. There is a big caveat. The wills held by us are worthless outside of Gringotts; before you ask, because the "real" wills at the ministry are sealed. Once you are seventeen, you can enact all of will's dictates that impact Gringotts, no matter what your ministry tells you."
"That might be the end of this issue. You should be able to get your official ministry wills at that time unless the chief warlock can convince over two-thirds of the Wizengamot to keep it sealed."
"We have succeeded on another issue. We traced the Potter Vault Key. Dumbledore has it in his physical possession. When your lawyers force the issues on your vaults, we can start the process to recover all the money he stole from you. Both from your trust and your family vault."
"That is nice of you, Hooksnarl, but since you did not say it would cost me to return the money; I wonder?" Harry replied.
"Mister Potter; we cannot charge you a fee. A goblin helped Dumbledore. He is now dragon excrement. Gringotts is honor bound to fix the situation so we cannot charge you."
"I am glad you solved that issue. I was worried he would notice the major increase in my trust vault. Now, despite it being useless until I turn of age, may I have an unofficial copy of the will anyway?"
"Yes, hold on." Hooksnarl writes on a piece of parchment and puts it into a slot on his desk. A few minutes later a goblin comes in with a parchment. He gives this paper to Harry. Harry thanked the goblin and then began to read. The more he read, the angrier he got.
"This is bullshit!"
"Mister Doe?
"The will, my father's. I assume my mother's is similar. It has who should have raised me. The first is my sworn godfather Sirius Black. Then in descending progression: Alice Longbottom, Amelia Bones, and last; any magical family that has been tested to be sure they are not death eaters."
"Last, it states that, under no circumstances, I should have the Dursleys raising me. Or any contact with them until I was of age. Then the
Mother fucking Albus Dumbledore was a witness."
"Okay, Mister Doe, how do you want us to go forward?"
"To start, on September the 1st, we start bringing pain to our enemies. I will want Gringotts to go after any person who took my money. I want every galleon recovered. I want them bled dry. Monetarily speaking of course."
"Mister Doe; that is just the beginning."
"What am I missing, Hooksnarl?"
"The money will come back with interest. We will split that with you fifty-fifty. We would normally take all the interest, but due to the goblin who helped Albus take your money; we split it now."
"Fine, on September 2, if you can, I want a new vault key to my trust vault sent to me. Please have all prior keys deactivated."
"It is not that easy, even with your solicitor's help. Since we are at fault, we can destroy all the current keys at no cost." Hooksnarl said with a frown. "We cannot go give you the new key, I am afraid. You can only get a replacement of your trust vault key with the approval of your head of the house. Just like your family vault. With the circumstances as they are; we will get any money you want from your trust vault, but we cannot grant you any other rights."
"That is fine. Now what about my family vault key?" Harry asked.
"Just like your trust vault. Dumbledore has it. Even with him being your magical guardian; he is not allowed to get into it. He tried multiple times to do so. Our nation blocked him every time. The thieving bastard could only take gold out in limited circumstances. At your order; we can destroy both keys remotely. Once you take the head of the family upon your seventeenth birthday; you can get a new key. As usual with this clusterfuck; we will destroy the keys at no cost to you." The goblin rasped.
"Works for me; please destroy the keys on my first Hogwarts Express. Now, I will take possession of my official residence here on the first. I rather like that broom closet. It reminds me of my cupboard under the stairs."
"The most expensive broom closet we have. I cannot believe you are willing to pay one hundred galleons a month for it, Mister Potter"
"It is worth it. I will get mail despite Dumbledore's mail ward. I will also have something for the official forms while not giving away where I live. After all, even paranoids have enemies." Harry smirked. "The headmaster will have a fit. So totally worth it."
"Hooksnarl, I have one last need. I have a couple of articles to be dropped to Witch Weekly, The Prophet, and The Quibbler. One per day after I am finally at the school." Harry smirked.
"You expect there to be some delay, Mister Doe? Hooksnarl interrupted.
"I may get lucky on the train. If so, I would of course get delayed. Oh, and last, the Muggle government will officially list Michelle as my Muggle guardian on September first. It will go into effect at 11:00. She will need access to my gold. After all; she is looking out for my good, unlike my magical guardian, that merlin damn mother fucking bastard."
"Gringotts will be happy to help you there. Mister Doe. For a small fee." Hooksnarl laughs. "There will be no fee actually, after that epitaph on your magical guardian. He has aggravated us mightily."
"Amusing. Speaking of small fees, do I have to pay you for finding out how I can change my magical guardian? Whatever the price, it is well worth it to me." Harry said. The goblin had to agree.
"No, Harry, not unless we can figure out a method to do that. Is there any other business?" Hooksnarl asked.
"I need a new residence. In the south of France. Private beach. The rooms will have some oddities. It needs two master bedrooms. The primary one has to have a bed large enough for ten people. A shower and a bath can also accommodate ten. On that floor, I need seven suites with an attached bath and shower. Four nurseries were set up for two children. The floor below twelve rooms for the children when they get older. A dozen guest suites on the floor below that. The floor below that, library, potions room, dueling room. The main floor is a hall that can be used for dancing, feasts, ½ and ½. Kitchen, common room. Add in about a dozen house elves. I have approval from Lady Rookwood. It will make a nice spoil of war from those idiot publishers."
"Property shall be found. We will either have a new house created or an existing structure altered to your needs."
"Then have a good day, Hooksnarl. And may the blood of your foes turn into gold in your vault." Harry said as he got up and left.
"May your vault overflow." Said Hooksnarl. He liked working with this wizard. Harry was as vicious as any goblin. Also, as polite and honorable. Something most wizards and witches wasn't.
Hooksnarl was happy. His king was glad his client was working against Dumbledore and the British magicals and their Wizengamot. The king felt this boy would cause pain to them.
{M}
Aelia Rookwood
Madam
We at Gringotts have confirmed the death of your husband. We had to wait until the Ministry had the case sealed for ninety days since he was missing from Auror custody. All the beneficiaries in his will are also deceased. There is no legitimate male heir in the bloodline. As such; we have forwarded the paperwork to the ministry to have you appointed as Lady Rookwood with full authority. Upon your death, the Wizengamot can appoint a new Lord Rookwood. Please come into Gringotts to finalize the paperwork.
Brokentooth
Rookwood Account Manager
{M}
Michelle Jones, Aelia Rookwood
On September 2, you have full access to Harry James Potter's trust vault. He approved this. Per his written instructions, there are no withdrawal limits.
Hooksnarl
Potter Account Manager
{M}
Harry Potter
We cannot commence on your new residence.
Again; such items are blocked by your magical guardian. He had put a spending limit on you. You cannot spend more than one hundred twenty galleons a year. This order was affirmed by the Wizengamot.
On behalf of Gringotts; I express my apology.
On other business; we have approved Michelle Jones and Aelia Rookwood's access to your trust vault on September 2. If your magical guardian finds out that the two above-listed persons have withdrawal rights, he will be able to limit them to the one hundred twenty galleon-a-year limit.
Hooksnarl
Potter Account Manager
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Several weeks later, Harry was walking into King's Cross Station. For safety, he and his mother arrived using muggle methods.
"Harry, are you ready for this?" Michelle asked her son. Proud that he was ready.
"Yes, I will be fine," Harry replied.
"Did you like my gift?" She inquired.
"Yes, I also got gifts from Croaker and Aunty," Harry said.
"Oh, do tell," Michelle asked.
"Aunty gave me a dagger and an athamé. Goblin made. The dagger also has a nasty curse on it. Magic cannot heal the damage it causes. It has a very distinct signature. I think the same signature of Jack the Ripper or some other famous serial killer. Croaker's idea. Croaker has both a flare for the macabre and a flair for the flamboyant." Harry said with a smile."
"So, what did Croaker give you?"
"Special holsters. He provided knife sheaths. He also gave me shoulder holsters both of the pistols. All holsters block someone else from summoning the item from them. The shoulders also have special extensions so it also has room for all twenty of the extra magazines and the suppressor. Last, he set up a curse on my magical core. The curse will strike when I enter the hospital wing. It will force my core to have a fraction of its normal size. So, when Madam Pomfrey does her first scans of me; it will show a different result than the truth. So much less." Harry smiled with a very evil smile. "I didn't know he had expertise in muggle wet work. He is very good at it."
Michelle shrugged. "He asked me what guns and accessories I was giving you. I was just happy I got you the forty boxes of glazers and the experimental H&K model mark 23 with suppressor and laser sight. You can get caught with your specialized M1911A3 with fmj rounds. The other would bring issues even though you have a permit for both. So, you are ready, armed, and trained. Here is a couple of bracelets that detect if what you are about to eat or drink is potioned or poisoned. Is there anything else I can send you with?"
"A hug? Will Dana, Aelia, and you be alright with me being gone?" Harry asked with a small voice.
Michelle hugged him. "I love you, kiddo. You will do well. No matter what you do, I will still love you. Don't worry about your sister. I will play the letter shuttle for you two. She has decided to go to a boarding school in Austria. The one that is protected from magicals. It is too bad both schools don't allow the same sort of mail. Al and I will be fine. It is only a few months until Yule."
"As long as she is happy. I am sure both of us will write to you as well as to each other." Harry said hugging her hard.
"Go, son, be happy, we will be happy and safe," Michelle said as she pushed him onto the train. "Make sure to wear your hat."
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Harry found himself levering his trunk up onto Hogwarts's Express and thinking about the Dverger and how he felt after their ritual. He remembers the boost of magical power when he was unbound, however, the removal of the Horcrux gave him so much more power. He might very well need it. Today was Showtime.
He was also wondering if the game had already started. He had seen a group of redheads with the mother lady shouting about muggles and asking what was the magical platform number when he was coming through the muggle side.
It looked like she had only one or two children who could be first years and at least three that had to be in the upper years. Who were they trying to bait? If it was him; then they were underestimating his intelligence and paranoia. If she went to Hogwarts herself, plus the children; she would have used this platform over fifty times, he guessed. Plus magicals normally used the floo on the inside of the platform.
Hmm, it had to be him. So, they would pay for that. He would have to ask his aunt about them. They were distinctive enough that she should be able to identify them. Maybe even tell the Aurors about the violation of the Muggle secrecy act.
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"Excuse me, is there anyone sitting over there? Most of the rest of the compartments are full and I'd prefer not to lug this thing any further," a red-headed young boy about Harry's age asked pushing into the compartment with a large trunk in tow. Startling him. This started him thinking. If this person targeted him, how did he find him? He hadn't told anyone he was on this train.
"Sure, the seat's open," Harry said. He knew that the compartments on either side of him were empty. So, who was this redhead? Where did he fit in? Did this git work for Dumbledore or some other faction? He was part of the family from the front of the station. Well, if luck held, he would take out this possible threat. Back onto the task. Where were the children of the death eaters? They were after all who he had to kill. Especially someone named Malfoy.
Harry was brought out of his thought. "My name is Ron Weasley. Have you seen Harry Potter anywhere? I heard he was supposed to be here this year and I wanted to say hi before we reached the school."
Harry thought a bit. It was obvious that this git knew who he was. So how to "give" himself away without actually saying anything? That way he would learn who the boy was working with. Harry internally smirked. He should treat him as an enemy. So, he made a gesture and took off his hat. Ron's eyes focused on his forehead and he pointed at Harry's scar.
"Blimey! YOU'RE Harry Potter! Why didn't you say so? I'm Ron Weasley!" It was obvious he was just acting surprised.
"Yeah, I know. You already introduced yourself a minute ago."
"Oh right, well, bloody hell! Harry Potter! So how did you do it? Do you remember it? Did it hurt?"
"I'd rather not talk about it," Harry sighed reaching into his pocket and pulling out a novel to read. Was this git really that stupid? How could a fourteen-month-old remember the incident? More to the point, this boy was an enemy; why give him any information?
"But why not? You're famous, mate! It's awesome! You beat a dark lord! What I wouldn't give to be in your position!" Ron yelled out with a grin almost splitting his face. Ron was happy; when he got to the school Albus would reward him. Now how to become Harry Potter's friend? It should be easy. After all; he only had to be Harry's friend until Ginny was pregnant; then Dumbledore would kill the boy. His whole family would then be rich; all on the Potter fortune. It wouldn't be any work at all. Then Ronald would be swimming in galleons.
Harry just scowled. "You'd rather have your parents, dead and live with relatives who hate you? Everyone knows your name so you have no privacy? Be my guest. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to read now." Ron's mouth dropped open and he just sputtered for a few seconds. But did not leave the compartment. Harry caught the boy's face turning slightly red before he leaned down over his novel. He had given the git a warning; so now the idiot was a target. He will enjoy killing the git if he could. He wondered if he would kill the other redheads after this one.
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Albus Dumbledore was deep in thought. Today, Harry Potter should be on board the Hogwarts Express and making his way to the castle. Albus had not found where Harry was living since the supposed day, he disappeared from the muggle school.
Worse, even Minerva had not seen him when she had been in the alley with the new mudbloods and their parents. Even Harry's Hogwarts letter had returned unopened. He verified that the mail ward would not stop Hogwarts's owl. So, it must be someone else.
That thought did not sit well with Albus. He needed Harry to show up for the greater good. If he did show up, he would force Harry to tell him where he was living. Then he could force Harry back to his relatives. Harry had to be beaten down after all.
If Harry did not show up, then he would have to talk to Severus about potioning heir Longbottom. That would be a nightmare.
But will Harry be here? He even asked Ollivander if Harry had come in for a wand. While Ollivander said Harry had picked up a wand, Harry had asked if the wand would be allowed at Ilvermorny. No other shop in Diagon Alley reported Harry coming in to buy any Hogwarts school supplies. If Harry went to the states, he would have to use his magical guardianship to get Harry back. That was a messy and not reliable proposition. One he would succeed but that would take time. Time Albus could not afford to spend.
But what if Harry went somewhere else? What if Harry went to a school that ignored his guardianship? His greater good could fall apart because of that dratted boy.
While he was happy, he verified that the boy was alive; Albus did not know enough about the brat. Where the boy was? What had the boy learned about the magical world? Did he know about Gringotts?
There were too many parts of wizarding life that he wanted the boy to be ignorant about. Otherwise, the boy might suspect him. The boy must never know how much of his life was manipulated for the greater good. If he did; he would never agree to die for it.
The more he thought; the more pissed he got. How had the boy gotten his wand without anyone noticing him? His scar was famous after all. If he had learned Harry was in the alley, it would be nothing to come "rescue" him. It would take seconds to floo to the cauldron and minutes to find and persuade at wand point, the boy to come with the leader of the light. But no; he didn't even hear from Ollivander until the day that Minerva brought the mudbloods into the alley to get their school supplies.
Then Albus tried magic to find the boy. That failed. Even his old tracking charms must have been dispelled. Who could have done that? There were so many questions. Albus didn't like questions he couldn't answer. After all; he was the greatest wizard since Merlin.
Albus frowned. For the greater good, the boy must learn to obey him. That way Harry would martyr himself making Albus richer and giving him even more fame and power.
His plan for the morning had failed. He had asked that Molly Weasley go into the muggle side of Kings Cross and be obvious so Harry would encounter her and her family. The plan was that Molly would then help him get onto the train and make a connection. It would have worked. It would have been so easy to plant the youngest Weasley male as his supposed friend.
So, the boy probably went to another school. Something only a large bribe to the ICW minister of education would solve which one. Then more bribes to get the boy back to Hogwarts. More time and money wasted.
Well, that plan was almost out the window. Molly reported that she did not see the brat in King's Cross nor on the platform.
At least his plans for Harry, when he was in Hogwarts, would work. If Ron Weasley followed his orders, he would know everything Harry was doing and it would make guiding Harry so much easier. The fact Ronald would be paid with Harry's money made the betrayal so much better.
Albus planned for contingencies. If the boy was coming to Hogwarts, Ron could find him on the train, the plan would continue. He had Molly teach the boy about the express's wards.
Albus knew that plans never succeeded past the first meeting with the opposition. He had sent Hagrid to get the stone. The half-giant was supposed to take Harry to Gringotts and make him curious about Nicholas's trinket. Now he would have to find a way to remove the stone from Hogwarts. It would not due tempt Tom to go after the stone yet. He needed to have Harry here to confront Tom.
Once the boy was here, this plan would go through. It was brilliant. It would provide three things. Tom would harm the boy, thereby exposing that Tom was still alive, and give himself an excuse to lie to the Flamels about the stone. Albus dearly wanted that stone. The only way he would get it is if Nicholas thought it was destroyed in a fight between Harry and Tom.
Maybe he could get the stone back next year. He was sure that even if the boy was in another school; he would be able to force the brat back to Hogwarts next year. Ginevra would be here then. Just in time to start potioning Harry. With Luck, two lust potions, and a fertility potion; Harry could die. If Ginny was pregnant; he could help Tom kill the boy, then he would kill Tom's current body. Then months later, Harry's child and the Weasleys, would meet accidents.
So tragic. All for the greater good. After all; it is a double pleasure to deceive the deceiver." Now where was the bloody child?
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In the compartment, Ron had pulled out a sandwich. He tried again to get Harry to talk but each time Harry rebuffed him. In one of his attempts, Ron had flat-out said they will be friends. Harry had just laughed. Ron grumbled before pulling out a rat and trying to feed it a piece of ham. It was amusing how the rat had the same table manners as the boy. And the boy was still trying to become his friend. Then the compartment door opened again and this time a girl with bushy brown hair and a nervous-looking boy entered. "Have either of you noticed a toad around here? Neville's has escaped."
"No," Harry said with a shake of his head. "Have you tried asking any of the upper years or a prefect? They might have a spell to help search." He thought the girl was kind of cute. He did notice the interruption spooked the redhead. Harry then noticed; Ron had put a notice me not ward on the door. The girl hadn't been affected by it. How interesting. He renewed it.
"No, we haven't but that's a good idea." As they left to find a perfect. Ron looked relieved.
Harry saw the notice me not spells crumble, then the door to the compartment slammed open one more time and a blond-haired boy with two stocky bodyguards stood outside. Harry just smiled. This was the first target. "So, rumor has it that Harry Potter is in this compartment." The blond turned to Harry and smiled upon seeing the scar through his hair. Harry almost laughed at the ponce. He hadn't talked with anyone. There was no way there would be any rumors that he, Harry Potter, was in any compartment.
"Ah, so it's true." He stuck out his hand. In his other hand was his wand. He had forgotten to holster his wand. "I'm Draco Malfoy. It's a good thing I came to find you." Malfoy looked at the redhead. "My father has told me all about the Weasley brood and a man of your status certainly shouldn't be forced to hang around with the wrong sort like them." He stuck out his hand completely missing Harry's narrowed eyes.
Harry stood up and with a flick of his right wrist caused his buloke wand to appear in his hand. Within a few seconds, he had cast a piercing hex point blank at Draco's chest. Blood shot out everywhere when the spell punched through to his heart. He quickly followed up with two cutting hexes, each nearly decapitating one of Draco's bodyguards.
His free hand grabbed Malfoy's hand and used it to grab Malfoy's wand before the body started to slump down to the floor. He turned and hit Ron and the rat with a cutting hex. Ron instantly fell back dead but the rat changed into a short plump middle age man with a bald patch. The man drew a wand.
Harry did not let the appearance of the man stop him. He sent of piercing hex to the old man's head before the man could cast anything. The deed was done. This had been just like the mission with Croaker. Everything was over in seconds. The opposition did not have the time to return spells. He wondered how the Department of magical law enforcement would react; Amelia would not be happy.
He then fired another cutter across his chest to look like he had been hit by a hex. He fired off several more in the compartment. Since Draco's still warm hand was still on the wand; Malfoy's signature would be on the wand when the Aurors checked. He did the same to one of the other bodies. The last one he fired an obliviate at the corpse of Ron. He cast a few cutters with Ron's wand in the corpse's hand. This should confuse the Aurors, Harry thought. Harry transferred the spell signatures to his holly wand before he dropped it onto the floor. He used his ebony wand to move some of the blood from him to the compartment. So, it looked like Harry was at a distance from Draco when he cast the lethal spell. He put all his secret items in his trunk. He had bled enough. Now all he had to do was make himself throw up and then go limp for a prefect.
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"Albus, I need to speak with you, it is an Auror matter, and urgent."
The elderly Wizard glanced over at the Floo, and where Amelia Bones' head was currently being projected.
"Ah Director, you seem to have caught us in the middle of our first staff meeting for the year, I am sure it is not that important, so could this wait until..." Albus did not like Madam Bones. She did not respect or obey him.
"No. We need to talk now."
Blinking in surprise the man nodded, before allowing the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to step through. "Is there a problem Ma'am?"
"Yes, Albus we have a situation that needs immediate addressing."
"Oh?"
"There was an incident on the express today. We have four students and an unknown older man dead, and one wounded student. Aurors are on the express now doing an investigation."
"What? What happened? Who was involved?
The staff asked horrified. They could not comprehend children killing other children. Albus was not bothered by this at all.
"Quiet. Albus, we will be interviewing the wounded student at Saint Mungo's tomorrow. If he is innocent, he will be back at Hogwarts by the end of the day. I will have a list of the dead for you shortly."
When Albus didn't respond. "Except for the unknown older man, all were first-year students. We will let you notify their parents or guardians." Amelia stated.
"Please let Minerva know, Amelia," Albus said. Internally he thought this was not good at all. With Dumbledore's response; Amelia flooed back out to Hogsmeade. The staff looked at each other with horror. This did not bode well for the coming school year. Worse, students didn't normally die by murder. The most famous exception was Myrtle, but others have died.
Magic could not heal everything.
Albus did not want to show the teachers his fear. What if Harry was one of the dead? Or had he murdered the other students? The same could be said with the heir of Malfoy, Albus needed the boy to bully the mudbloods and Harry if he showed up. He needed to keep muggle ideas from his castle.
Then, what about his spies? He needed both Ron and Lavender to be at the castle so they could spy on Harry when the boy was here. No matter what, he had three possibly four people on the train that would cause problems with his greater good if they were involved as anything but witnesses. He needed more information. He had to wait until Minerva got the list of the dead. After all, it would not go well if Amelia thought that he had more interest in the incident than a headmaster should. Maybe he could have his order members give him the report without Amelia knowing?
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Harry was enjoying Saint Mungo's this time. He was out of pain in minutes not days. The first medi-witch fixed his minor wounds quickly, soothed them with dittany plus gave him a blood replenishment potion. Now he was perfectly fine.
The only fly was the questioning he would soon face. He was after all a suspect under detention. His guard was a girl who looked like she must have graduated Hogwarts recently, so about twice his age. She had short, hot pink hair that looked natural. She had on muggle jeans and a T-shirt for the Iron Maiden under her Auror robes. Her hair looked like it was natural. So that was a question for him.
To break the silence, the Auror said: "Wotcha kid. May I know who you are and who your parents are? My name is Auror Trainee Tonks"
"My name is Harry Potter," Harry said while watching Tonks's eyes grow wide in surprise. My parents are dead. They were Lilly and James
Potter."
"Oh, I will be right back," Tonks said as she all but fled the room.
A stern-looking woman in a suit with a monocle in one eye entered his room. Harry knew from Croaker; this was the head of the DMLE; Madam Amelia Bones. A lady he needed to respect both her intelligence and Auror abilities.
"Are you Harry Potter?" She barked.
"Yes, and who might you be?" Harry asked so his connection with Croaker would not be known.
"I'm Amelia Bones. I am the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. We have been looking for you for years."
"How can that be? I have lived with my muggle guardian for years." Harry said this as a delaying tactic. He was not stupid enough to allow her to question him; without support.
"Could your muggle guardian provide me with the papers? According to your magical guardian. You were kidnapped on October 31, 1981." Bones said.
"That is interesting. My magical guardian put me with magical hating muggles after that night. But they did not legally do anything about it with the muggle government. Then in 1986, my current muggle guardian found that out and took legal muggle custody of me. She filled out all the legal documents that the muggle government required. So as of then; the muggle government said that is where I am required to be" Harry looked at the doubt in her eyes.
"You don't believe me?"
"Mister Potter, I am the head of the DMLE; I believe in trust but verify." Bones stated.
"Understandable then. Again, my magical guardian placed me with my biological aunt. They were extremely abusive and they never filed the muggle paperwork to make that legal placement. Then I was rescued from there by my current guardian; who did get a muggle judge to approve the change of guardianship. Or really, to start a legal guardianship in the muggle world." Harry replied.
"What about your parents' wills?" Amelia asked. "That should have determined…"
"As a matter of fact, the chief warlock sealed my parents' wills so he could place me where he did. The Gringotts' copies clearly show that." Harry said coldly. He was proud of how he was winding up this witch.
"Why would he do that? May I have the unofficial copy from the goblins? More importantly, you said you had a muggle judge give you to a guardian?" Amelia asked. "I need to see that paperwork."
Amelia knew this was going to be a nightmare. If what the boy said was true, and she didn't doubt it. Albus Dumbledore sealed James and Lilly's wills and took over guardianship. While no one would question the leader of the light; she knew better. The bastard had done nothing to save her husband, sister, or brother-in-law. Her niece had only survived by being sick enough to be in Saint Mungo's that night.
The more evidence the boy could provide would help. One of these days, she would have enough to bring down the Dumbledore.
"Sure. It is curious though. I was illegally placed with my biological aunt. Then, a few years after the night, I met a family that became my muggle guardians. Unlike my biological aunt, the muggle courts approved of my current guardian. They gave her full legal rights."
"It only took a few minutes for the court to decide that it would be better to place me where I am now rather than with muggles who abused me. The same muggles that my magical guardian placed me with. The judge must have been right; I have been safe, happy, and healthy ever since." Harry said with a smile. He knew he had to stall more. Madam Bones was too good to talk to about murder without help.
Amelia was still internally stunned by what the boy said. Albus put the boy who lived with muggles that abused him!!!! While she was sure Albus would weasel out of responsibility for that act; it further proved that Albus was someone she had to keep Susan away from.
"Do you know how we were not able to find you?" Bones asked.
"Probably because of the chief warlock. I found out he did things to keep me from the magical world. Like creating a mail ward. So, no magical could contact me. Though honestly, my current and loving family might have helped. My guardian works for a special department of the muggle government. She is a squib." Harry said with a frown. "Her sister, my "aunt" works in the Department of Mysteries. She works directly for Mister Croaker."
"Bloody Hell!" Amelia said now shocked. This case went from multiple homicides to a nightmare in under two minutes. Outside of unit chiefs, only very special wizards or witches reported directly to Algernon. None of them were magicals she wanted to deal with. They did what was needed, not what was legal.
"Quite, ma'am. Since you are asking questions, soon you will be asking about the train. Shouldn't my solicitor be here when you do that?"
"Solicitor? We do not allow muggles in here. Even your muggle guardian will not be allowed, even though she is a squib." Amelia raised her eyebrow. This child didn't act like a child. He acted more like a hit wizard. Was that what his aunt was? It might be best to bury this case.
"My aunt made sure I would have a solicitor that works in both worlds. He works for Adams, Adams, and Adams. That even bypasses my magical guardian desires. So, can you summon the wizard and solicitor Sidney Korshak before you start asking me questions? You can also get the paperwork you want to see from him."
"Ah, just for the record what is your guardian's name, Mister Potter?" Amelia asked hoping for time to think. This was getting murkier. That law firm was rumored to represent people in the DoM that were caught while doing actions the DoM disavowed. Korshak was a heavy hitter. He had gotten obvious murderers off. He also represented magical organized crime figures.
What Harry just said did answer a few of her questions. She now knew how Harry survived. His aunt was a hit witch and probably trained him the same.
"My mom's name is Michelle Jones. I know she is just my muggle guardian, but it has become a habit to call her mom. I don't know if she adopted me or just took guardianship. Either way, she is my mom now." Harry said replying to her look of shock. "I don't know who my magical guardian is."
Aelia walked into the room. "What happened Amelia?" As she showed her unspeakable flat badge to the women.
After a few minutes of silence, Amelia spoke. "Why are you here unspeakable Rookwood?" Amelia hoped this didn't go where she thought it would. It would either mean this was an assassination attempt or assassination. Aelia was a hit witch. She would only be sent by Croaker for one of those two cases.
"This is my adopted nephew. What happened and why are you interrogating him? Why is the head of the DMLE involved?" Aelia asked.
"How did you know he was here, Aelia?" Amelia asked while trying to ignore her growing disquiet. It all fell into place. Aelia was officially a special spell researcher. In truth, Amelia couldn't prove it but she was sure Aelia was a hit witch. One with a large body count. Harry learned from her. Things made more sense; however, this was now officially a nightmare.
"He summoned me with a rune I gave him," Aelia said as though it was self-evident.
Amelia humped, taking a few minutes, she finally spoke. "There were lethal curses cast in Mister Potter's compartment of the Hogwarts Express. Four students died, plus an adult that had no reason to be on the train."
"One of the students was from an important family. The man had no reason to be alive as fact. We want to know what happened."
Amelia sighed. "He wants his magical solicitor here when we ask the questions. There are also questions about his muggle guardian. Officially Harry was kidnapped on that Halloween night."
"Harry said that his muggle guardian was your squib sister. A person granted legal custody of him by a court of the realm. So, I will have to meet with her also." Amelia stated then looked at Tonks.
"Nymphadora, please summon his solicitor. And on my authority; and with Aelia's approval; bring Harry's muggle guardian here."
"That is fine. My sister, Michelle Jones is still at the leaky. I am sure she would be glad to see her son before she reads about it in the Prophet." Aelia said. She was happy. Her nephew was unharmed and had succeeded. Now to end the fallout.
"Before you ask, Director Bones, we set Harry up with one from that particular firm because of his history and having to work with both worlds. They also represent my sister; so, you can get all the paperwork you need to clear the kidnapping charge from them." Aelia said smirking. "Just to let you know; the minister's office blocked my request for the identification of his magical guardian. Do you guess as to who it could be?"
Amelia knew better than to respond. She wasn't sure if the train incident was an open and shut case, now. She knew that Aelia was going to use it for more. This witch had an agenda. Her only hope was this agenda would be acceptable to her morals. That was not always the case with hit witches. Regardless, this case was going to be a paperwork nightmare. Before this meeting, all the evidence showed this was an assassination attempt on the boy who lived. Now, who knows? If the boy's adopted mom also used Adams; she could only internally scream. Odds were that his mom was a muggle hit-witch. She was just glad that this incident stopped at five bodies.
"I will give you some hints. Since the chief warlock sealed Harry's parents' wills, put the seal on the identity of his magical guardian, tried to get into the Potter family vault, and lastly, took money from Harry's trust vault beyond Hogwarts's tuition. We think it is the chief warlock himself." Aelia said. "Albus did seal the magical guardianship of Harry as chief warlock."
Amelia looked in shock. "That is well, that's…."She was spared from answering when Tonks and a middle age wizard came into the room. Tonks handed Aelia a note. She smirked that the Auror had opened it.
"Sorry boss, but the squib was gone. I couldn't trace her." Tonks admitted.