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Chapter 1

Number four Privet Drive, Little Whinging. A cosy home, with a family of three. A mother, a father, and a son. A perfectly normal family, but every summer a stain made its home with this family. This year was no different. Harry Potter was there for the Summer. But, with the knowledge of a criminal Godfather keeping an eye on him, the family was more cautious and fearful than ever. No longer did they hit the child, fists or a frying pan, but the boy was still put to work, gardening, cooking, cleaning, anything that could be said is a normal chore. Otherwise, the boy was ignored and left to himself in his room, where locks were no longer in use, but there, a silent threat. 

Harry himself was fine with this arrangement. His school supplies were no longer locked in his old bedroom, allowing him to write to his Godfather, which he does weekly, he wasn’t given food by the Dursley’s but, anytime he cooked he would save himself some, which was often. He would regularly walk into town to the local corner stop, and buy himself dry foods he could leave in his room. It wasn’t much, but it worked for him. Besides his Godfather, Harry would write to his friends Ron, Hermione, and Neville, Remus Lupin, who he had discovered is staying with Sirius wherever he had gone to hide. Sirius had mentioned in a letter that Hedwig was keyed into the wards of his current home, and that was the reason she could find them, but no other owl could. 

That was how it was his Summer there. Ron was his most regular penpal, while Hermione was his least, something to do with her parents. He didn’t mind though. He understood that muggles could be suspicious of magic, his own relatives were a perfect example. Truly Harry’s Godfather being a criminal was the reason for the welcomed change. Harry had decided Sirius was a better guardian than anyone else, and protected him more than the Headmaster had. 

The days turned to weeks, until his birthday. Harry was thankful no one aside from Sirius had given him anything by owl. He knew that would anger his relatives and he agreed it would be pushing the already hard line. Sirius had gifted him a two-way mirror, allowing him to talk to him, whenever he needed. A much delighted, thoughtful gift. Harry did not expect this though in the morning. Dobby was in his room, when he had come back from his midday gardening. The house elf looked better, he was no longer malnourished, his eyes bright with glee, wearing a much cleaner beige toga that had a rope tied around the middle. 

“Dobby! What are you doing here?” Harry demanded, worried his second year was going to occur once more.

“Dobby is here for Master Harry’s birthday! Dobby brought a gift. A noble gift. Here.”

Dobby thrusted a neatly wrapped present into Harry’s hands. Harry nodded, before realising Dobby wanted him to open it right away. He slowly unwrapped the gift, uncovering the objects. It was a worn book, two actually, the first one had leather binding that was holding, but ragged, the words appeared to be once embossed, which has since lost its shine. The title read A Pure Guide to The Use of Blood in Magic . The second was in a similar shape, but titled The Not-So Dark History of Dark Magic . 

“I got them from the old libraries, Malfoy and Black. It is tradition for an heir or lord to be given powerful books as one ages. Harry Potter is both heir and lord. Two books!”

Harry didn’t know what to say as he looked from the books to the elf. These were dark books, but Dobby seemed to think they were perfectly normal. One even came from Sirius’ family! His curiosity won out in the end as he thanked the elf, who squealed in delight before appearting away, leaving Harry alone. Harry decided first he should tell Sirius. What better than to use the mirror he was gifted already. One came from the man’s family library, if it is dangerous Sirius would know. He lifted the mirror from its place in his trunk, before asking,

“Sirius, are you there?”

The mirror glowed for a second before his own reflection melted away and he saw his Godfather’s face once more.

“Oh pup! Had to see me huh, couldn’t even wait a day” Sirius replied in his cheerful excited voice.

“Well, yes, but, I might have a bit of a problem-not the Dursley’s, they’re scared to death of you still, but Dobby, the ex-Malfoy house elf I befriended in second year had gifted me two dark arts books, one for the Black library and one from the Malfoy’s. I was wondering if you could look at them and see whether they are safe or not.”

Sirius’ face grew stern and thoughtful.

“I assume that was part of the reason why Kreacher was so moody this morning. I’ll look at them, but if one or both is truly unsafe, I expect you to owl them to me.”

“Would prefer that. I would rather not have any forbidden things here. Also Dobby said I’m a lord and heir? Could you explain?”

“Oh yes, I did forget I made you the heir. Well, the Potters are originally a part of the sacred twenty-eight, the purebloods. Obviously you are not, but your father was and claimed the lordship when his father died. He named you the heir, and as a result when he was killed, you became the lord. Now young lords are uncommon, but on occasion when they do happen, the guardian of the young lord takes control of the seat in the Wizengamot. When it comes to being the Black heir. I, as Lord Black before my incarceration, named you as my heir, knowing I would not have children of my own. The Potters and Blacks are distantly related as all purebloods are, which allowed you to become the heir, despite not being my biological son. With myself being in hiding I believe Draco’s mom, my cousin, has seat control until you are of age, and… who is your guardian? Now that I think about it, your relatives obviously don’t have the seat, but you should have a magical proxy.”

“Uh, I’m not sure. The Headmaster said he gave me to my relatives and Hagrid said he has my vault key…”

Sirius’ eyes grew stormy, “I assume then he has control. But given everything. I don’t trust him fully. No matter, though, he shouldn’t still have your key,” he paused for a moment, “I need to let Moony know. Moony and you are going to meet in Diagon to head to Gringotts. Since I have escaped, I have been researching and the more I look at it the more the Headmaster seems too in control. I’m thankful for some things he did, but it all seems more like a stepping stone for something bigger. Be careful this year pup. Remus nor I will be there to help. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I need to look into whether Voldy or whatever is as dangerous. He had his issues, yes, but as you know my family are large supporters of him, and I, myself was even confused to hear how fast the man had apparently spiraled. I don’t trust that man either, but something is just not connecting,” Sirius pushed his hand above his face pushing his somewhat greasy black hair back, “I might even go some dark paths at this rate.”

Harry took in what he said. “Just don’t get hurt, or caught, or-”

“I know pup. I’ll be safe. I know how to traverse it, just don’t care for it” he replied gloomily. 

“Before you go then, the books.”

Harry held each one to the mirror for about a minute each letting Sirius see some of the pages.

“Good news, both are fairly safe. The history book is the Black’s I read it myself even when I was older. It is quite thorough and not as suppressive as some think. It does talk about light and grey magic as well a tad, but mainly just similarities and differences, and what makes certain magic one of the three modern categories, but that at one point magic was magic. Actually pretty good read, and useful. The second one seems like a pretty standard intro to blood magic which is used in all three categories, but mostly dark and light. Some of the best wards use blood just like how blood can be used in some of the worst curses.”

“Good to know, but could you explain more of the three types, the year we were supposed to was second and Lockhart…”

“Of course, that man! He was a menace in school, so confident and yet, so dumb. Dark magic is typically magic of darker emotions or origins such as anger, hate, death. Think of the killing curse, in which a person who truly wants the other to die can use it. Now light typically has emotions or origins in love, happiness, and life. Think of the patronus spell, only happy memories can create one, and it is extremely protective magic. Grey, well, is grey. It’s a mix of the two; spells, potions, curses that don’t exactly fit one or the other, intentions are still important, but the origins are muddled. Becoming an animagus or a diffindo are two examples, neither are practically pulled to the others, and can be both protective or destructive. I can send a book that covers it well… once I find it.”

“Wait, you have access to books?”

“Yes, I’m staying in my childhood home, which at one point was even a base of operations in the first war. I redid the wards with Kreacher’s help so that previous members couldn’t access it. Of course it is also under the fidelius spell as well. Remus is my secret keeper, I’ll let him tell you when you two meet up. Actually, REMUS! CAN YOU COME HERE!”

Sirius’ voice ranged inside Harry’s room even. He hoped his relatives didn’t hear it. Remus soon popped into the mirror as well, the two practically on top of each other to fit in the mirror.

“Hello, cub. How are you?”

“I’m good Professor Lupin.”

“Oh Harry. I’m no longer your professor, please call me Remus or Moony. I feel quite old otherwise.”

Harry giggled, as Sirius explained the plan for the two to meet up.

“I agree that we should visit Gringotts. Now, London is a trip, and I believe even your relatives might not appreciate you going there on your own. I know where you are, how about we meet at that park of yours. The one down the block. Say… August second, Saturday. If they ask, tell them you need to meet with a professor from school due to a supply change in your classes and you have to be escorted by a member of staff.”

“That should work. They think I get beat and stuff all the time there, so I can play it as the school doesn’t trust me even with shopping on my own. Ten in the morning work?”

Remus’ brows furrowed, “Yes that should be fine. Probably best if I don’t see your relatives. Fairly certain choice words would be said.” 

“Perfect. I have to get back to chores now. Bye.”

“Bye, Harry.”

The mirror shifted and his reflection was back once more.

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Chapter 2

August second came quickly, Harry had told Aunt Petunia where he was going and why, and she had only sniffed before stating that he better not have stolen money and that he if he stays gone more than today to expect more chores once he returns. Harry had woken up at seven to make the house breakfast before heading back upstairs to pack himself a small carry-on, the usual, pocket money, a snitch he bought during his trip to Hogsmede, and some sweets. He made it to the park by half past eight. It was a cloudy day, with barely a ray peeking through the dark clouds. He realised he should have brought a raincoat. Hopefully it was sunny in London. He sat on one of the swings and swung back and forth as he waited. The clouds thankfully didn’t appear to want to spill rain yet, but only grew darker, which made the boy more nervous. Fifteen to ten another person had shown up in the park. The man was dressed in corduroy pants, with a sweater, using a cane. His face was a tad worn, with scars skewed in front, his hair a healthy brown. Remus smiled at Harry as he approached before opening up his arms for a hug, which Harry gladly thrust himself into, inhaling the man’s leather and woodsy scent. 

“I thought I would have been early, but it appears I am late” he said cheekily at Harry.

“Not at all Moony, I just didn’t want to wait around at the house and risk being handed some last minute chores.”

“Fair choice. I hope we have no troubles today then?”

“Aunt Petunia said it was fine, and that if we were gone more than a day that I would only receive more chores.”

“Not horrible. Maybe I’ll just let you live with us, get you away from this,” he gestured around.

“I don’t think the Headmaster would like that. He said he is keeping an eye on me already.”

“Mmm, yes. I heard. Perhaps I may sway her.”

“Her?”

“Your little watcher. She and Albus had a tiff during the war, and no doubt it is still going on. That woman could hold a grudge well. She blamed Albus for so much, for not seeing the spy, keeping things secret. Wouldn’t be surprised if she was more so here to watch out for you.”

“Does she trust you?”

“Oh yes, we had often sat near each other and would regularly enjoy talking about cats. I quite like them. Don’t tell Sirius though” he smirked.

“Well then, I think we should get going then. We shall head to the apparition point before heading to muggle London, to head to the Leaky Cauldron there, I think.”

Remus proceeded to head off, with Harry following behind. The place was Arabella Figg’s backyard. Harry wasn’t fully sure, but was starting to think she was the one watching him. Harry grabbed onto the arm of Remus, before being pulled forward through space and landing in an alleyway that really did not smell well. There was a dumpster next to the wall filled to the brim.

“Sorry, it always smells terrible, but works well.”

Remus quickly moved out of the alley towards the Leaky Cauldron ignoring the day-to-day lives of the surrounding folk. Entering the pub, the two quickly made their way to the wizard side, ignoring the looks received by on goings. Diagon alley was under the dark sky, which had only appeared darker than it had earlier in Surrey. Remus paid it no mind as he and Harry made their way to Gringotts, chatting about the stores as they passed. Harry had mentioned about needing more food for Hedwig, which Remus promised to take him to afterwards. Gringotts was as looming as ever, but didn’t frighten like it had done when he first visited. Perhaps because Hagird had made the goblins sound like cruel people. The two found themselves at one of the counters, Remus stating they needed to speak with the Potter’s account manager. Harry had given his wand to be checked and was led into another room to wait. The room had the same dark walls and floors, but was neatly decorated with two couches, three chairs, a desk, a table, and a decorative rug. The lights lit the room in a warm orange glow.

“So what’s the plan?” asked Harry, curiously.

“Well, first off is getting your key back. If Albus is truly your magical guardian which we can find out here, he will also have full access to at least some of the vaults. I plan to ask for an itemized receipt of all the transactions since he gained custody of you. From there I think it would be good for you to take up your Lordship and Heirship. If Albus has been messing with the accounts I believe it would be good to get it back, it will also help in the case of getting a new magical guardian for you.”

“That makes sense and all, but who would replace him? You?”

Remus sighed, “Sadly no, werewolves can not adopt children on their own. Sirius and I were married right out of Hogwart like your parents, but I would be a single parent on paper, so it wouldn’t work. We would need someone trustworthy.”

“Wait! You’re married! To Sirius!”

Remus flushed, “I-yes… did neither of us mention this before? I thought I had mentioned it, at the very least Sirius should have told you.”

“I don’t remember any conversation like that and none of the letters really went over Sirius’ life.”

“Surprise then? I think? We really don’t hide it, so if you stay with us, be prepared. Sirius is loud about everything including his love for me.”

Harry laughed before gagging thinking about walking in on them snogging.

“Maybe the Weasley’s then?”

Remus looked thoughtful, his brow furrowing once more.

Knock!

The door of the room opens to reveal Griphook. He was dressed in his typical fashion, carrying a stack of thick paper, with another following behind him.

“Apologies, guests. When I had received the notice I thought to bring some papers that may be needed. Now then, let’s get this started. How can I help you?” He sneered a tad, before his face resumed to his normal growl as he sat himself on the chair behind the desk.

“Uh, yes sir. I would like a key to my vault, Headmaster Dumbledore kept it after my first visit here three years ago. I had found out recently that I should have it” Harry answered.

“I see. Well, if you are aware, a minor is allowed their vault key if they have one, but the family vault will still be inaccessible unless granted by the guardian or… you have taken a lordship if available.”

“Yes sir, I should have a Lordship through my father, and an Heirship through Lord Black, both which I wish to claim.”

Griphook’s eyebrows rose, “you wish to accept the Heirship still, are you aware you the current lord is?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Very well. I’ll send for the rings required, as we wait, are there any other questions?”

“Uh yes, I would like to know who Harry’s magical guardian is.” Remus spoked up.

“That would be one Albus Dumbledore.”

“I thought so. In that case, once Harry claims his Lordship and Heirship, may we receive an itemized receipt of all transactions when Albus took on the role for both?”

Griphook moved some papers around before placing a small stack in front of the table.

“When Mr. Potter was born, his father Lord Potter had accepted his son as the heir of the Black family. As a result, he is allowed to view the transactions, only the heir can rescind the Heirship, unless the Lord chooses another as the heir, today will be more of a formality than anything. The ring will simply allow him access to another vault and the family magic.”

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but what is a family’s magic?”

“Oh that’s right, Lockhart. So every family of witches have their own magic. Like how a father may be good at transfiguration, but his child could excel at charms. A family’s magic is the combination of it all through the blood. It is more powerful, but only available for certain things like wards, protections, certain curses, and allows those who join the family by blood or magic, a boost in their own power. Typically old or large families have strong family magic, which is where some of blood purist ideals come from,” Remus replied.

“So this might boost my magic?”

“It very well could Mr. Potter, you may be the official heir already, but often family magic refuses to push itself into a young child, and waits till they are older. 

“Sounds wicked.”

Another knock was heard, before another goblin entered carrying two boxes, before bowing to the room and leaving. Griphook opened the two boxes and showed the rings to Harry. The Potter ring was gold with an odd symbol sitting in the middle. It was a triangle with a circle inside, and a line going through it all. Remus' eyes rose a tad at the sight before going back down. The Black ring was sliver, with a black opal surrounded by a crow on either side. 

“Now, all you have to do is put the ring on whatever preferred finger and say you accept the Lordship or Heirship of said family. If the ring glows warmly it has accepted you, if nothing occurs it has not.”

“Sounds simple enough, I’ll start with my dad’s ring then.”

Harry picked up his family’s ring and placed it on his right index finger, but before he could state anything it already began to glow warmly, changing its size to fit better.

“Uh, the Heirship, next?”

“It would appear so, Mr. Potter.”

Harry proceeded to grab the Black ring and placed it on the middle finger on his right hand. It didn’t glow immediately, so he took a deep breath, before speaking, “I, Harry James Potter, accept my position as the Heir to the Black Family.”

The ring glowed before changing its size sitting comfortably on his finger.

“Now that it is done, I shall hand these papers to you Mr. Potter. They contain all the transactions of Albus Dumbledore since he had taken guardianship.”

Griphook handed the papers to Harry, before Harry handed them right over to Remus sitting back down on the couch looking over the rings. The room was silent aside from the papers moving as Remus read over them, eyes furrowing as he went. Once he finished with one stack, he moved over to the next, eyes brightening and his face losing its creases from the previous stack. He finished about a half hour later setting it all down.

“Well, it would appear we have some work ahead of us. Thankfully, the Black vaults have not been touched. I believe part of that is because of whoever is the current proxy Lord or Lady, but the Potter vault has indeed been abused. There are multiple instances of Albus taking money for himself, Hogwarts, and even some of the families of the order. Including, the Weasleys, Arabella Figg, she probably is not happy about that, Mr. Diggle, your relatives. He should never have been able to do this, Lily and James wanted all of this money to go to Harry if anything happened to them.” Remus growled the last bit, his eyes glowing yellow for a moment before he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. 

Harry moved over and gave Remus a hug, moving his face to rest it upon the other’s chest. 

“And I’m correct in my assumption that Mr. Potter would like Mr. Lupin and myself to proceed in having your money rightfully returned to you?” Sneered Griphook.

“Yes, sir. Do whatever you believe is necessary.”

Griphook smiled, his sharp teeth on full display, “In that case, I would suggest interest applied to those who have money, they must have used at least some of it.”

Harry nodded, before, “Wait, my relatives I still live with them. They need to be exempted. I- I don’t know what they would do.”

Griphook nodded, writing it down, “Very well. Mr. Lupin are there talks of removing Mr. Potter from his magical guardian?”

“Yes, but we don’t know who. I don’t fully trust… well most people.”

“I only suggest this, but Mr. Potter being the Heir, does mean that the Black family can have a claim.”

Remus thought for a moment, “Do you know who has the proxy?”

“Yes, it is one Narcissa Malfoy, nee Black.”

“Malfoy! His father tried to have me expelled and tried to attack me once. They would try to harm me!” Harry yelled alarmed.

“Don’t yell Harry, but I agree, the Malfoys could be dangerous.”

“I figured.”

“Would it be possible to have my muggle relatives sign something to let me live with Remus?”

“There is, while Mr. Lupin can not adopt you, if another signs some papers even a werewolf can allow a magical child to live with them. But, the magical guardian would be alerted to the change.”

“Moony please say yes. You said that the house is safe, the Dursley's want nothing to do with me,” Harry pleaded.

“Harry… I would love too, but with Albus still being your magical guardian… I’m worried it wouldn’t be safe. He… for all he claims of being the leader and protector, he holds his grudges and Sirius warding the house and blocking him, upset him. I’m worried he would try something to you using his power to force Sirius’ hand. For some reason, Albus wants the house, neither of us know why, Kreacher never trusted him…”

Harry knew he wasn’t being rejected, but tears still fell. He burrowed himself into Remus as he silently began to cry. Remus tried to comfort him, rubbing his back and holding him close. Griphook only looked at the two, before going back through his papers. The only sound in the room was the shuffling of papers and the occasional sound from the broken boy.

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Chapter 3

The room was quiet as Harry began to only sniffle into Remus, who could only look in empathy at the young boy. Griphook sighed, finding nothing to help the two, and finding himself outside of his depth. Unexpectedly, a knock was heard before another goblin entered followed by an older woman. She had a posh face, her hair was black with the front white, flowing down her back. She wore modest black robes embroidered with silver paisley designs. She walked up to the desk Griphook was seated at, before looking over the two.

“I was alerted to the Heir accepting their place officially in the Black family, I figured my cousin would choose you, but I was unsure, Mr. Potter.”

Harry quickly untangled himself from Remus, allowing the other to stand in front, wand out a snarl on his face.

“Why are you here Narcissa? To force Harry to rescind his Heirship? For your son? To sell out Harry?”

Narcissa put her hands out, “Nothing like that. I was alerted as the proxy. I want to offer Mr.- Harry protection. Draco had mentioned Harry living with muggles, and I’m aware of only one set of living relatives. From my understanding they are cruel. I’m offering to take Harry as my ward, but my husband, I see that he may be unfit, because of that, I only offer the guardianship and allow you, Remus to watch over him.”

“What’s in it for you? Sirius always told me how you and Andromeda were the smartest and always looked for ways to help yourselves.”

“Nothing nefarious. He is the Heir. It is my job as the proxy to protect the Heir. This would simply be me fulfilling the role till Sirius is free. Then Sirius can claim guardianship.”

“You know Sirius wasn’t the traitor?”

“Yes, Pettigrew showed up at my home, Lucius sent him off, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out who was the traitor.”

“You would let me live with them. Have full control of my vaults?” Harry spoked up.

“Of course, you are young. You do not deserve to live in abuse. My husband may be a death eater, but even he won’t try to go against me on this” she said softly at Harry, a smile on her face.

“Take guardianship, get me out of there.”

“Wait Harry- I’m not saying no. But, Narcissa for me to agree, I need you and I to make an unbreakable vow. You must vow to not turn over Harry to your husband or harm him” Remus quickly followed.

“That is perfectly fine, I agree on these terms. Who will be our binder?”

“Could Sirius?” Harry asked.

“Lord Black, would not be able to enter the institute, Mr. Potter, but a goblin such as myself could.”

“Very well. Narcissa if you’d please.”

Remus held out his hand to her. As she took it Griphook moved his hand over the two hands, golden lines forming on their hands.

“Mrs. Malfoy, do you promise to not harm Mr. Harry James Potter, or turn him over to your husband?”

“Yes.”

They turned their hands, as the lines glowed and disappeared. The two released their hands, before Narcissa was handed some forms from Griphook.

“Because you are guardian by family and Albus Dumbledore had never adopted and only given temporary guardianship, these papers will be enough. The one here, will be the one to be given to Mr. Potter’s relatives to release them of their guardianship. Mr. Potter, would you like to charge them?”

“Yes, sir,” Harry’s eyes gleamed. 

Narcissa quickly signed the papers, handing them back to Griphook, before walking over to Harry.

“I know I won't be there, but if ever needed, I will be. Lucius would find out, but he will not be able to fight me on it. Remus has my full permission to watch over you in my place, along with his partner of course.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Malfoy.”

She only nodded, before saying her goodbyes.

Remus finished up the remaining work, before leaving with Harry to grab the food for Hedwig, leaving Diagon for Surrey.

The two found themselves with raincoats and umbrellas on Privet Drive. They walked quickly to the house, occasionally telling jokes. As they met the door, Remus lightly knocked, hearing bustle from inside. Aunt Petunia opened the door, before sneering at the two.

“Well, found what you needed?”

“Yes, Aunt Petunia.”

“Good, now get inside. You leave, I don’t need more of your kind here.”

Remus bristled.

“Actually Mrs. Dursley, there has been a change of plans. You see Harry is my godson, through my partner. You may know him as Sirius Black. I just received notice that his guardianship has been moved over to me in the magical world. I just need your signature on this paper and Harry will never have to be here again.”

Mrs. Dursley paled, acknowledging the trouble she was in.

“Now hold on a minute, Dumbledore gave him to us to watch over, you can’t just have me sign some papers and go on your way. With a criminal no less, it would never hold.”

Remus smirked, “Perhaps not in the muggle world, but it is fully legal in the wizarding world, or… freak world as you put it. You see, my husband is still on the loose, but I am fully capable of being the guardian of Harry, considering I’m just hosting him in my home. His actually magical guardian is the current proxy of a Lordship you see, and well, has a lot of power.”

“What about us? It’s those stupid wards or whatever that protect us.”

“Ah, well. Lily never told anyone who wasn’t close about you during the war. No doubt most of those who escaped even know you exist. I think you’ll be perfectly fine, besides you’re already being watched as it is.”

She paled, “Watched?”

“Oh yes, Harry is important after all. Even once he leaves with me, you’ll still be watched. For your protection of course.”

Mrs. Dursley was as white as a ghost, allowing the two inside before grabbing a pen from somewhere and offering her hand out for the papers. Remus handed them over silently and Harry went to grab his stuff. Before asking Remus for help. Mrs. Durlsey had signed everything, officially denouncing her muggle guardianship. Remus looked over the papers smiling.

“Thank you. If anything comes up I’m sure my solicitors will be more than happy to handle it.”

Mrs. Dursley sputtered, but before any full sentence could be spoken, Harry and Remus left for Arabella Figg. 

Remus knocked on the door twice, before stepping back a tad. Shuffling could be heard in the house, with occasional ‘shoo’. An older woman opened the door a tad to peer out. Her eyes widened as she noticed the two quickly opening the door to allow the others in. Arabella Figg wore a patchwork dress, her hair in a tight bun, in one of her arms were a pair of kittens. The two babies were calico in colour cuddled on her chest fast asleep. The house was unremarkable as ever. A few cats were in the living room basking near the fire as the rain chilled the air. A few cat trees were seen, her couch was a cosy orange, with various blankets. A kitchen could be seen further in, a mismatched scene of chairs, a table, and various appliances. 

“Well Remus, thought I would never see you here, with Harry nonetheless. What happened?”

Remus chuckled at her temper, “Nothing you didn’t expect. Harry is now under my watch, with his magical guardian being Narcissa Malfoy until Sirius is free. It would appear Albus never thought to care about him, and left him with Lily’s sister who was only cruel to him.”

Harry was caught off guard by his forwardness.

“I see. Well, sit down, I’ll grab tea. I have questions, but first I need the caffeine. Here hold these two. They’re my newest batch of kneazles, but sadly their mother didn’t make it. Poor dears, though they do keep me up all night. Every two hours they need to be fed, I’m hoping my other mother will take them in soon. But, that is only a hope right now.”

Remus was left with the kittens and sat down on the couch, Harry taking his other side.

“I’ve never seen you so forward.”

Remus chuckled once more, “I guess. At school I was nervous, never really being a teacher before. But, with her or Sirius I guess I could be more forward. Someone had to keep Sirius in line.”

“I could see that. Those two look so cute though.”

Remus nodded, handing one over to him. He cuddled it close to his chest, admiring the tiny thing. Arabella returned, smiling at the two, setting down the cups and a teapot.

“Now. What happened?”

“Like I said, Harry has had a rough life. He had gotten some gifts during his birthday and contacted Sirius about them. They spoke for a little before discovering that Albus had kept his vault key. It raised some red flags, so I met up with Harry this morning to head to Gringotts. Albus, it would appear, has been siphoning money for years, which was not unexpected. Harry claimed his Lordship and Heirship before the proxy of the Black Lordship visited to take guardianship with approval and gave hosting rights to me.”

Arabella took a long sip of her tea, before sighing.

“Why am I not surprised? Ever since I joined the order, Albus had been hiding things. I agreed to watch over Harry the best I could, but he made it extremely hard to contact him. Even before, the secrets, hiding so much, claiming it was due to the traitor, but never thought to check for a dark mark even. Not to mention the constant spats with his brother during meetings. It was like a centuries old pissing contest at that point. I see it hasn’t changed.”

“Aberforth?”

“Yes. Aberforth never truly believed the dark lord was truly dark, merely lost or controlled. He always spoke about how the boy acted when he was younger and it never made sense the spiral.”

“That’s… the second time I’ve heard about it. What do you think?”

“I believe that the boy eventually went dark. No one just kills, but the reason, I think it was more of a muddled thought, not his own. Albus had spoken to me about him before it all and always seemed to just hate the child. Seeing him as only dark due to being related to the Gaunts thinking he was the heir to Slytherin himself. He was always too biased. Believing Salazar Slytherin was just evil incarnate.”

“Interesting. I’ll have to rely this to Sirius.”

“Are you going “dark” Remus?” Arabella spoke sarcastically.

“No. I just believe there's more that we don’t see, and it has something to do with Albus and his need to be a leader.”

“And Sirius? Is he not the traitor?”

Harry spoke, “No! He was betrayed. He thought that he was too obvious, so he told dad to make Peter Pettigrew the secret keeper, because no one would expect it. But,... that man was the traitor. During third year, I confronted them both and Peter confessed, Sirius even protected me from him and Snape. Peter said he wanted power and to be feared.”

Arabella nodded.

“Very well. I won’t speak about this to anyone and not rely anything to Albus. But Harry, if anything goes wrong, floo here the address is Figg’s home for kneazles. I may not have magic, but one notice to the wards and the order will be alerted.”

Harry nodded.

“I expect you two to be heading to wherever now. I won’t ask. But, you two are more than welcomed here. Even if it's just for the babies.”

The two gave their thanks and goodbyes, before heading into the backyard to head to their next location. Home.

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Chapter 4

Remus and Harry walked down a dark street. The houses were all on top of each other, townhomes, dark and dreary, occasional lights streamed down from the homes, illuminating the street, with the street lamps warmly glowing. Rain puddles in the divets of the road, it clung to the glass and walls. It was still raining, but more of a drizzle than before. The two still had their raincoats on, Remus was able to add a water repellent charm as well, which helped greatly. They stopped in between two homes. 

“Alright we are here. Now the address is twelve Grimmauld Place” Remus spoke quietly.

The homes groaned as a house slowly grew out of the house to the right pushing the ones of the left. It appeared the same as the others, the warm lights from inside cascading down on them. Once it all stopped Remus pulled out a key to open the door, pushing it open heading inside. Harry followed quickly after. 

Inside was starkly different. The parlour they entered was warmly lit, a large couch sat near a coffee table, with two other chairs. The colours were warm tones of orange, contrasting the dark wood table. A yellow rug laid under them. One of the rooms led to a kitchen, a small table could be somewhat seen. There was a room to the right with the door closed off. A staircase was next to it. An old house-elf appeared from nowhere.

“Kreacher is pleased to see you Master Moony, and Heir Potter.”

“It is good to see you Kreacher, I’m sorry to drop this on you, but could you set up a room for Harry? The one across from the master” Remus responded, taking his own coat off and showing Harry where to hang his. 

“Of course. Kreacher will set up the room, then Heir Potter can place his things in there.”

Kreacher popped off, before another word was spoken.

“Kreacher is the Black family elf. He’s quite loyal, but a little grouchy at times. He does have a dark sense of humor though I think you might like. Now, let's find my husband. My guess, the kitchen or his study.”

Remus led Harry into the kitchen, which was empty of others. The table was a lighter wood than the previous coffee table, with mismatched chairs, the counters were a dark marble, with a dark green backsplash surrounded by cream coloured walls. Plants were strewn about the ceiling. The cabinets and cupboards had the matching light wood of the table. It was pristine as well, with the only thing on the counters being various baked goods under glass lids. Remus, sighed before heading up the stairs where the bedrooms were. He went down the narrow hallway to the last door, opening it without a word. Harry followed in seeing the study was more of a miniature library than anything. Bookcases lined the walls, with one window behind a large desk, with a comfy looking chair behind it. Sirius sat in the chair looking over various papers on the desk, too focused to notice the two had walked in. A record player sat near the desk playing some rock music. Remus smirked before signaling Harry to be quiet as he walked around the desk behind Sirius before quickly placing both hands on the other’s shoulder going boo. Sirius shrieked and quickly turned around to only see Remus with a lopsided smile. 

“Merlin’s balls Moony! I thought you were a ghost.”

“Pads, we don’t even have ghosts here.”

“Still think this house is haunted.”

“Yes, well we will be having another with us.”

Sirius looked surprised, before looking back towards the front door, his face instantly gaining a large smile. The man burst from his chair engulfing Harry in a tight hug.

“Harry! You’re here! Oh how wonderful, how long are you staying?”

“As long as you’ll have me,” Harry grinned back.

“But…” Sirius looked over at Remus.

“It would appear that Harry would like to live with us and I had gotten written permission from his relatives to remove themselves as guardians with the help of Narcissa and the Potter account head. Everything is legal and Narcissa is the official guardian. Turns out Albus never had full guardianship.”

Sirius’ brow furrowed for a moment, before he moved on to Harry.

“As long as you get to stay here. Cissy will always be a mother first. But, do you have everything? Do we need to go shopping?”

Harry laughed, “I’m fine. I have everything from my relatives, I will just need my school supplies, but you can’t even go with me.”

“I can get through Knockturn, no one cares. If anything, I can get in contact with a couple of people. Oh, we need to find out what you like. Italian, French, British? Oh your room, we should decorate it!-”

Sirius continued his rambles leaving the room heading down the hallway completely in his own world.

“Does he do that a lot,” asked Harry.

“A few times a week at least. But he did bring up a point of what we are going to do about your school supplies. You should have gotten a list by now, Sirius shouldn’t be in Diagon, I could but, it might be hard…”

“I know the Weasleys have been getting money from my vaults, but I normally go with them, I could just to appear to still be living at the Dursleys. I doubt the kids know.”

“That will most likely be how it goes. Obviously in school if anything were to happen, I would get told, most likely from Narcissa as long as Albus doesn’t go around hiding things. But, as long as you have your two-way mirror it should be fine.”

“Do you think if something happens you won’t be allowed to see me?”

“Well, it’s possible, but I’m supposed to be able to. But, we can worry about that later. This year should hopefully go well.”

“Maybe, I will actually get a normal DADA teacher.”

“Are you saying I’m not normal cub?”

“Moony, you married Sirius, are wicked smart, and are a part of the marauders.”

“Seems pretty normal to me.”

“Sure.”

“HEY WE NEED TO EAT DINNER STILL! WHAT DO YOU TWO WANT!” Sirius yelled.

Remus laughed before shaking his head, a smile on his face as he and Harry made their way back to the kitchen. Which was a mess. The once pristine room now looked like a warzone. Kreacher stood near a side mouth opened in astonishment. 

“Master… Kreacher is going to kill you in your sleep.”

“Nice try. But, I’ll clean afterwards. It’s just pasta.”

“Master… there are noodles on the ceiling.”

“The water exploded.”

“I thought you were going to see what we wanted?” Remus questioned.

“You two took too long. So pasta.”

Sirius went back to the food, watching the now cooking pasta, while the oven had something inside. Remus moved around him grabbing four sets of dinnerware lifting them to the table, where they set themselves. Harry took a seat seeing a glass magically fill with water. Remus took a seat across before engaging a conversation with Kreacher about cleaning the room afterwards, before Remus huffed and casted a cleaning charm along the ceiling removing the bits of noodles that had exploded from the pot. The conversation moved on with Harry now joining in before food floated over to the table with Sirius taking the spot next to Remus, a grin plastered on.

“Dinner is served, everyone. Chicken parmesan with garlic bread!” Sirius sang.

Everyone began to serve themselves, the conversation quieting down as they ate. Harry quickly became full due to his time with his relatives. He left his plate still somewhat full, preferring to engage in conversation with Sirius as Remus and Sirius made eye contact, but didn’t mention anything.  Dessert was served and soon Harry was shown his room. It was a simple room, a well made deep green bed, his chest, hardwood flooring, with three cream walls. The last one had the bed against it, it was a tapestry depicting a festival, or at least some sort of festival. Harry wasn’t fully sure. But, it was a bed, it was safe. Harry tucked himself in and allowed himself to sleep. 

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Chapter 5

The next two weeks were calm. Well, as calm as it could get. Sirius would regularly start impronto karaoke sessions, often after dinner. Sirius had multiple record players around the home in order to always be able to start these. Harry once saw Kreacher hiding them. For the first time ever, Harry was thankfully able to finish all the summer homework he was assigned. Before, he would often rush to finish them on the train with the help of Hermione, but now he could actually work through them and understand them. Professor McGonagall’s was the hardest, it required understanding some of the more fine tuned knowledge of transfiguration. Sirius thankfully is a master at it and helped Harry understand the ins and outs. Surprisingly, the easiest was potions. He just had to go over all the ingredients used in the previous years, their names, how they are harvested, potions used, preparation, and how they affect a potion. Remus was surprised by the amount, but with access to the Black library it was quite easy to finish. Sirius though grumbled through it all.

 The books were the most curious. Sirius and Harry had gone over the books he had gotten from Dobby, before reading various dark arts books from the family library. Sirius was right in the books not being very dangerous. The knowledge could be used in more dangerous ways, but that would depend on the wizard or witch, not the book. The history book helped a lot. Harry learned more about magic than his previous history classes and DADA combined. Sirius read it over with him, which worked well for the two of them. They got so invested in it though that both Remus and Krecher had to enter the library to remind them to eat. Kreacher just started leaving snacks for them. The blood magic one was harder. It’s a harder concept to understand, but Harry was taught about all the dangers of magic. It was looked down upon at school, always stating how only dark wizards or witches used them. Hermione didn’t help either with her constant reminders of it. But, the book was also the key to understanding the spell his mother used to protect him. It wasn’t love like he previously thought. It was blood magic. The ritual allowed one life for another. Sirius theorized that this was their last standing to protect Harry. Lily died, but since the dark lord turned on Harry next the spell was still activated somehow and caused it to rebound. Or, Lily never was killed in the first place, by the killing curse but as a result of the ritual she used. Harry didn’t want to dwell on it much.

The three members also discussed the true nature behind the dark lord, with the help of Kreacher who had been present at some of the meetings. It was agreed upon that the man was sane at one point and had a totally different idea for everything, but something caused him to go insane. They needed to find out what though. Kreacher only remembered that it happened soon after the dark lord was rejected from the position of DADA professor and went to speak with Dumbledore. The knowledge didn’t sit well. Sirius seemed to agree as he got more into the political scene with the help of Narcissa. The two had begun to write owls to one another, which helped Sirius understand the current climate outside the home, and had someone to ask various dark arts matters. Narcissa repeated the knowledge Kreacher provided as well, with more as her father-in-law was a part of the original group and the man was quite different then as well. Remus managed to source another set of two-way mirrors for them and Narcissa, after she had told them the owls were making Lucius suspicious. He declined to tell Harry how he got them, but based on Sirius' reaction it wasn’t a good source. 

Today, Harry was going to head to Diagon alley with Remus to meet with the Weasleys. The idea came to them the day before during lunch, while it was agreed that Molly and Arthur shouldn’t be trusted, but to maintain cover Harry should still shop with them. Remus suggested he went with them as they accidently found themselves in the Leaky Cauldron and Harry wanted to spend time with him while he could. 

“Ah Harry, there you are! Oh look how much you’ve grown already, you must be eating your relatives out of house and home. Oh, Remus I didn’t know you would be joining us” Mrs. Weasley saw the two as they exited the Leaky Cauldron making her way over to hug Harry in a tight hug, before looking over Remus. The rest of her family followed behind.

“I’m just as surprised as you Mrs. Weasley. I happened to need to head to the apothecary today and Harry saw me inside. I wouldn’t skip the chance to spend time with him though, I hope I’m not imposing.”

“Oh nonsense Remus. The more the merrier. I know the group will be heading there later today anyway. Say, what are you getting there?”

“I just require some potion ingredients for a friend who is making me my potion is all. They are a hermit and rather not deal with the store, so I run errands in their stead.”

“Ah, don’t fret then, I’ll make sure we get there. Now, we are just waiting on Hermione, Ron do you remember when she said she’ll be here?”

At that moment Hermione Granger exited the Leaky Cauldron nearly walking right into Harry.

“Oh Harry! How was your Summer? Have you started your homework? I think Professor Flitwick’s paper was quite complicated. I nearly asked my parents to let me come here earlier so I could spend some time at Flourish and Blotts” Hermione spoke fast, clearly excited to be here.

“Hello to you too. I actually have all of my homework done for once. I got permission to head to the local library on my own to do my work. No one seems to mind a kid working on school work, if the books look a little funny.”

“Oh I’m so glad to hear that! You would always hold off til the train, and goodness your grades must have suffered, I’m glad to see you being productive about it.”

Harry only smiled in return, and Mrs. Weasley began to bustle about once more, list in hand. The first stop was Flourish and Blotts, which was packed as always. Harry managed to find his books with the help of Remus, who noticed others would try to stay away from him and acted like a barrier so Harry could find the books. There was a new potions book, DADA, charms, transfiguration, and runes. Harry had switched care of magical creatures with runes, deciding it was more practical. Next on the list was madam Malkin’s, the robes were more fitted this year and Harry decided to pick out a few more items for weekend and Hogsmeade wear. Eyelops were packed as well, with many soon to be first years gathered around owls. Harry only grabbed some treats, more food, and a charmed carrier for any packages Hedwig would carry this year. Leaving Eyelops, Mrs.Weasley pulled Harry aside, placing her arm around him, what normally would feel as a warm embrace, but not felt suffocating. 

“Harry. I noticed you had caught a few new things. Are you sure you’ll have enough money for the last shop?”

“Of course! I got some extra from the vault my parents left me for school. I’m outgrowing my clothes too fast.”

Mrs. Weasley smiled, but the light didn’t meet her eyes.

“Ah that’s good. You and Ron both. Honestly I have no clue where his growth spurt came from. He’s going to be taller than the twins I think.”

“Maybe. He does eat a lot.”

“Agree. Now let’s head for your potion supplies.”

The potions shop wasn’t busy compared to the others, many students trying to find their supplies as quickly as possible to stop inhaling the various smelly ingredients. All Harry had to buy this year was some more glass vials and a new cauldron. It didn’t state why, but Heromine had managed it might be a more corrosive potion or something similar that the pewter ones could not handle. Though it was only one item, Harry began to look around, never before taking the time. But Sirius had told him that potions was well respected because of its difficulty and was one of the more complex masteries. As Harry was looking around near the back of the store, the back door opened to reveal Professor Snape. They both froze for a moment. 

“Mr. Potter, sneaking around. Hoping to find a new way to explode a cauldron” the man sneered. 

“No, sir. I just never looked around this place before. Re-Professor Lupin mentioned it last year, the importance of potions, and how they could miracles. It-”

“Disgusted you? Or maybe, gave you ideas?”

“It gave me a push on what I want to be when I grow up.”

Professor Snape looked surprised for a moment, before his features returned to normal, “and pray tell, what are you planning on raining down the wizarding community with?”

“Healer sir, with a concentration in herbology or potions. Professor Lupin said how my mom was planning on becoming a healer or curse breaker before the war.”

“Your skills are not enough. It may be even too much for you. Do not forget you will need an outstanding on your in order to be allowed to NEWTS level.”

“Yes, sir” he wouldn’t take the bait.

Remus popped before Harry at the moment, bowing slightly to Professor Snape.

“Oh Professor. I didn’t expect to see you here. Would you mind if I get to the back room? I have an order to pick up.”

A snarl reached Professor Snape’s face.

“Oh yes, of course. Let the wolf get close to me. I will be taking my leave. Do not follow me and keep a better eye on the boy.”

With that he walked out the store in a hurry, no one else noticing him. Remus paid no mind, allowing Harry to follow him into the backroom. The room was different from the rest, there were dim lights, but no windows, unlike the front. The potion ingredients were all sealed behind glass walls, magic vibrating off of them. Harry recognized a few, boomslang skin, basklis scales, phoenix tears, but the rest, not so much. There was a person behind the counter who seemed to recognize Remus, pulling a metal box from under the counter.

“Ah good day, Mr. Murdus” Remus cheerfully.

“The boy, is he infected too?” The man’s voice was gruff like his appearance, holding a scowl that was on par with Professor Snape’s.”

“Ah no. Just a curious boy. He wants to learn more about potions.”

The man only grunted holding the box out to Remus. Remus nodded beforeing pulling out a similar box and enlarging it. The two traded and Remus led Harry out.

“Mr. Murdus runs only the back section to keep an eye on the more expensive ingredients. Don’t mind him.”

“Why did you two trade boxes?”

“Ah, well monkshood can lose its effectiveness over time, so it's placed in a silver box to prevent that. Mr. Murdus makes sure I don’t sell it myself by having me bring the previous box, otherwise I will not get the order.”

“Oh.”

“He’s one of the few who’ll let me purchase it, versus just the potion which is a lot more expensive.”

“Does he know who brews it?”

“He believes it is someone from Hogwarts, which isn’t a lie” Remus grinned.

The two met up back outside with the rest of the Weasley clan, plus Hermione. They decide to get ice cream before separating. Harry got a vanilla sundae minus the bananas, Remus got a chocolate explosion, which only made Harry laugh when he saw what it was. Chocolate ice cream, chocolate drizzle, brownie bites, and whip cream. They separated at the Leaky Cauldron, Harry and Remus leaving through the muggle entrance, before heading to an apparition point to home. 

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Chapter 6

Harry was alone at the station. Sirius was still stuck at home, and Remus was worried about their new situation going public yet. Harry agreed with him, though it still hurt to see all the students with their parents, while he had none. The students and parents were loud as they rushed onto the train, students waving their hands out the windows talking with their parents. Harry only sighed, not seeing the Weasleys there, typical. Though he was no longer sure if Ron was truly a friend, he still enjoyed having someone to talk to on the train about quidditch, which Hermione didn’t care for. He made his way onto the train before finding an empty section, sitting down with a couple of things. He took out one of the books he got from the Black Library to read as he waited, not minding others looking at the book. It looked normal enough, til one saw the title. Deeper Understandings of the Dark Arts . It wasn’t the required book, but a book that went more in depth than any of his textbooks. It did talk about defending one’s self, but also how to use spells, the theory, and history. It wasn’t a light read for Harry, but he wanted to improve, and this was how.

Right before the train would leave the station the Weasleys boarded. Ron immediately had found him, still sitting alone, book in hand. Harry noticed, putting his bookmark and placing the book down.

“Hey mate, what you got there?”

“I got this book as a gift, thinking it would be good to read before which ever chaos graces me this year.”

“Well, you got that right. Maybe this year there’ll be some sentient plant thing.”

“Pretty sure fire would fix that.”

“Nah, magical plants that like fire.”

“Are there even plants like that?”

“There’s a plant that spits it. Fred got one and used it to set Ginny’s hair on fire, to trim it.”

“Is she okay?”

“Yeah, but Fred was sneezing bats for like a week. Oh, did you hear what is happening this year?”

Harry had not.

“What?”

“Damn. I was hoping you would. I don’t know, but Malfoy was acting all smug earlier, and dad was even off. He was jittery and asked the boys to not try anything or break the ring.”

“Ring?”

“Yeah, the twins didn’t know either, but they really want to break the ring now.”

“It better not be some cursed ring.”

“Hope not. But whatever it is is a big deal. I saw other students whispering as well, but no one was saying anything out loud.”

“Maybe Hermione will?”

“Maybe though I have no clue where she is. I heard Ginny mention her, maybe she’s with her. Either way you got me for this ride-so about the Harpies.”

The castle was as foreboding as ever. Though he was excited to be back, Harry was nervous about what problem he would face. It was not like he had much hope from the previous three years. He just hoped that this year's DADA Professor didn’t want him dead. Hermione and Neville joined the two in the carriages, talking about their summers, theories on the new Professor and how many points Harry would lose in Professor Snape’s class. Harry noticed clouds beginning to grow dark with rain as the wind began to pick up. It began to sprinkle over the carriages that did not have umbrella charms. The carriages sped up, jostling the students to beat the rain. 

By the time they made it, the rain was starting to come down heavier. Students rushed inside to avoid soaking themselves where Professor Flitwick was finishing up charming the doors with a drying spell to remove the rain from the students as they came through the doors. Many students offered their thanks, slowly down as they made their way to the great hall. The hall was decorated the same as always. The Professors minus Flitwick and the new one were there calmly talking amongst themselves. Harry sat between Ron and Hermione chatting still as the rest of the table filled out with other students. Eventually Professor McGonagall left her spot to go meet the first years and begin the sorting ceremony, without the new professor, though Dumbledore did not seem to mind. The ceremony started as the apprehensive first years made their way to the stool as the hat began to call out their houses. Harry cheered for each new Gryffindor and clapped for the others. The ceremony was short this year with only fourteen new students, four of which found themselves in Gryffindor. Dumbledore stood up to begin this year’s speech, but a loud clap was heard from the other end of the hall. The students turned around as the doors slowly opened to reveal a soaked man. He had greasy unkempt hair, a leather jacket of sorts, and a patch over an eye that held a prosthetic that moved around constantly. He slowly made his way to Dumbledore who only smiled before placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Ah I’m so glad you could make it Alastor.”

“Humpf, this weather is terrible. I’m still soaked.”

“My apologies, the charm on the door must have worn off,” and with a wave of his hand the soaked clothes and hair magically dried off. 

“This year. I would like you to meet your new defense against the dark arts Professor Alastor Moody. Professor Moody recently retired as an Auror so I believe this year will be the hardest year yet for you all. Now, my other announcements-”

Harry tuned him out, focusing on the new Professor. The man sat in his chair like a startled cat, as if he was expecting something to happen. He made no move to talk with his co-workers, though that could have been due to the announcements.His fake eye spun around, Harry wondered if it was doing something. The man only moved to drink from a flask that was in his jacket. A few rumors he started to pick out from his tablemates.

“Moody? As in Mad-eye Moody!”

“I heard he went crazy after the war.”

“His eye is a magical object.”

“It can see through other’s magic.”

“He started arresting everyone for thinking they were death eaters.”

“He never sleeps, my dad said he never once saw him even take a nap.”

Harry didn’t like him. The man seemed crazed, and the rumors were not helping. Why would Dumbledore hire this man? If he is as bad as he was hearing, he shouldn’t teach. Even a death eater would be better at this point. Harry was worried that the man would be harsher on him for his status. It might be good, Harry could learn more, but it would more likely just him learning about Voldemort and all the things death eaters have done. Dinner was served then as Harry shoved his thoughts aside in order to focus on food. Sirius and Remus had helped get him on a more healthy eating schedule. He was definitely feeling the benefits, and didn’t want to revert during the school year. He could practically hear Remus telling him to get more greens. For desert he managed to grab a treacle tart, though it wasn’t as good as Kreacher’s he discovered. Maybe he could get some from him. Soon, Harry found himself in his dorm surrounded by his dorm mates.

“Harry, you're looking a lot fitter. Think we’ll crush Slytherin this year?” Asked Seamus.

“I think I’m going through a growth spurt. Malfoy won’t know what hits him. The firebolt is too fast.”

“He is right mate, you really are packing on muscle,” came Ron.

“My Aunt wanted to start a new flower bed, which then became like four. I think her tools helped.”

“Man, I could not imagine removing a lawn without magic. That must have taken you months.”

Harry chucked, “not months, but definitely weeks. Her roses also grew like crazy and needed constant attention.”

“Must suck doing all that yard work,” came Dean.

“It has its benefits,” Harry replied, looking down at his arms.

He never noticed before that his body was indeed more fit. He filled out a lot. The boys kept talking into the night, before curfew was called and they made their way into bed. 

Harry opened his eyes to only see darkness. He couldn’t move either. A dream he thought. Nightmare probably. He saw himself in third person with his parents as a baby. Playing with his mother and father. His mother’s fiery hair jostled with her laughter as Harry saw himself concentrating really hard on the ball in his hands, before shoving it in his mouth. His father smiled down at them. The dream shifted. It was Voldemort. He stood there arguing with his mother, telling her to move aside, not to kill him, but saying they had to run. Run before it’s too late. But then, he laughed telling her that was her last chance before killing her, but before the man could move to kill him, the dream shifted once more, a cemetery before him stood. Only a voice echoed, ‘We must break the prophecy before it destroys us.’ Then Harry was woken up by Ron shaking him. 

“You alright there. You were crying in your sleep calling out for your mom” he whispered sitting down on the bed. The others were up as well, he noticed. On their own beds. 

“Yeah, I- remember those flashbacks I get from dementors,” they nodded, “it was one of those, but not as dark.  Still affected me though. Sorry guys.”

A chorus of it’s not your fault was heard, followed by if Harry needed to talk about it. He refused before telling Ron to go back to his bed. Allowing sleep to take him once more.

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By morning, Harry had forgotten all about the dream. Groggily he made his way from the form, to breakfast, finally to his first class of the day, DADA. While having an auror did seem intriguing, Harry did not think Professor Moody would be a useful teacher. The man seemed to be out there. He was one of the first students to make it there, already seeing the Professor there, once again, drinking out of the flask. Oddly it didn’t smell of alcohol when he walked near it, but was more earthy. Maybe a special wizard alcohol? He took his seat near the front, on the side next to the windows. It was another gloomy day out, but that’s the UK. Slytherin calming walked in, taking their seats, and already were trying to make themselves look good. Harry thought of it as stupid, they’re students no one should expect perfect kids. While Gryffindors stumbled on in, taking their seats, many putting their heads down. Professor Moody started soon after, stumbling up, flicking his tongue out, and drinking from the flask.

“Settle down class. Now as Albus announced last night, I am Professor Moody. Not Moody, not Alastor, Mad-eye Moody, just Professor Moody” He gruff voice cut through the cacophony of students.
“I know many classes will be giving no work, or anything productive, but not here. I’ve been in the field for a while and know how many of you lot wish to be an auror. This is how” he pointed towards a live creature in a cage, “you all heard of the horrors of the job, death, blood, gore, dark wizards and witches. Even with you-know-who dead many of his followers fled into the shadows. But, they are always willing to fight and they won’t use minor spells. No, they will go for the three unforgivable curses. Who here would care to name one?”
Multiple hands shot up, Moody looked out, his false eye swimming around. Pointing to one bushy hair girl.
“Mrs. Granger?”
“The imperious curse, sir.”
“Correct. Now the word is imperio. It allows you to take control of another living being, making them your puppet. Some can fight this spell off, but most can not. Like this.”
Professor Moody opened the cage door with a flick of his wand, the spider-like creature skittered out immediately, it screeched at him and moved to jump, but before it could, Professor Moody said imperio with a calm tone. The spider immediately froze on the spot before it began dancing around in time with the wand.

There was a mix of gasps, and laughing seeing such a dark spell be used to entertain children. Harry subconsciously gripped his wand in his sleeve. He refused to let his eyes stray from the Professor’s wand even as Ron next him laughed and tried to get Harry to join. Uncaring to mind the reactions, Professor Moody lowered his wand allowing the creature to rest for dancing.
“Yes, yes, very entertaining. But, your foes will not make you dance to death. Hopefully, there was that time in France. But, who could tell me the next one?”
“Mr. Goyle.”
“The cruciastus curse… sir.”
“Yes, said with crucio, this curse tortures the victim with unimaginable amounts of pain. I assume you get where I’m going with this?”
Without further notice, Professor Moody, once again lifted his wand to the spider creature and uttered the phrase. The creature began the scream and contort on the table. Professor Moody just kept going with an uneasy calmness. The class was in shock. Many students looked away, Neville’s face turned green. Harry only gripped his wand harder, mentally preparing a protego. The creature stopped writhing, and was very still, only its fast breath gave any sign it was alive.
“Now, the final spell. No person has ever survived it. Expect one. Harry Potter. No one quite knows how. Personally, I think there is a protection spell out there, dark probably, that was able to deflect the spell. Not diminish it, but rebound it, like a mirror. Mr. Potter, could you tell the class the name?”
All eyes turned to Harry, who only shrunk away from the eyes. He took a moment to collect his voice.
“The… the killing curse Professor.”
“Correct.”
Professor Moody uttered the life-taking words, as a bolt of green lighting shot from his wand to the creature, who stilled.

“Now, I understand what you all just saw is dark,” he smirked, “but, it’s the truth of the job. If you still want to become an auror, I believe you at least have the guts for it. For the rest I believe you will find a career you enjoy. Before I let you all go, homework. I want one foot on protection spells, I will say one foot is minimum, for every extra foot of well written work, you get a point for your house. Now, why don’t you all get out of my hair, next class we will be testing your knowledge in a more realistic way.”
With that Professor Moody began to dispose of the body. Many students rushed out of the room, to get away from the mad man. Harry wanted to run, but he was still curious about the creature. Ron and Hermione disappeared, not that he could blame them. He slowly packed up to let the others leave. Before walking to the desk, with his bag.

“Professor?”
Moody turned to face the voice, a grim look.
“What? Scare you that good did I?”
“No sir. I have a question about the creature.”
“Alright,”
“What is it?”
“Ah yes, it’s a subspecies of those big acromantula, called acirmantula, the bugger was fully grown. Like their big relatives, they have a taste for human flesh, are highly venomous, but worse, and they’re faster. Their young like to inhabit old houses. Nasty things. But useful for potions. I think I’ll give it as a gift for Professor Snape. He seems like he would like it.”
“Thank you Professor,” Harry replied, heading to leave.
“Oh and Mr. Potter, mind the surface of knowledge. A boy like you needs to know the deeper meanings, the truth, you could say.”
Harry left the room a tad confused, but headed off to finish his classes for the day. Maybe Sirius could tell him more about the professor.

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Chapter 8

Being in fourth year meant a lot of homework for Harry, it appeared every class had decided to give his year a day’s worth of work, forgetting about the other classes. Snape’s had research on this year’s new potion ingredients, Professor McGonagall had two feet on key components of a spell, Professor Flitwick had theme practice a new spell to show off to the class, Hagrid had decided for them to raise a new hybrid he made, he had no clue how to care for them himself, so it was very experimental, there was Moody’s, and Professor Sprout’s two feet on caring for plants as a revision. If it wasn’t for Remus teaching him all Summer how to be proactive compared to Sirius’ do it at the last minute and still get an A, Harry would be failing all those assignments. His friends noticed the change as well, with him spending time of his own decision in the library, in the common room, even outside, working away on work. Ron was upset that Harry was studying so much, but would begrudgingly join him, to keep him company while Hermione was thrilled that Harry was finally taking an interest in his education. Harry did feel bad for not being able to talk to his godparents, but he couldn’t find the time. He didn’t want to be in public on the mirror, in case someone wasn’t aware about Sirius. A few days had passed and once again there was Moody’s class, followed by a double in potions. So it was looking like a potentially very bad day. Harry thought about it, and decided that night he would sneak out to the astronomy tower and talk to his godfathers, at the very least Sirius would be up. 

Breakfast that morning was a slow affair, many of his peers were unnerved to have their second class with Moody, whispers traveled through the table of what spells they would be subjected to. Some spoke about having the unforgivables tested on them, to build their resilience, others said they would have to kill odd creatures, the ideas got worse and worse. Harry tried to ignore them, but Ron regularly egged on the rumors, with stories he had gotten from his parents during the war. Hermione tried to stop them, but too many people were now interested. He decided to leave early, mentioning he had to go to the bathroom before class. 

Arriving at the classroom, Harry was the first one. Which was odd as he could have sworn he remembered most of his year leaving at the same time. His Professor wasn’t there either yet. He sat down in his spot watching as various Slytherins moved in. Draco Malfoy noticed him though.

“Potter? Think you’re too good for your house, coming in here alone?” The boy sneered.

“Shove off, Malfoy. I just had to go to the bathroom.”

“Oh, the bathroom. Had a crying session?”

“Mr. Malfoy, enough! Mr. Potter is more than welcome to come to class early if he decides to.”

The gruff voice cut through the room, as Moody made his way into the classroom. Moody sat down at his desk, taking a drink from the flask.

“Be prepared today, we are heading outside. This room is too small for what we have planned.”

The rest of the class made their way into the room. Taking their seats in near silence, as tension rose. Gryffindor, were restless, shifting in their seats, playing with the hems of their clothes. Slytherin tried to hold their air of elegance, but they were too stiff, like being frozen in time. Once everyone was seated, Moody stood and explained that they were going outside for this class and to not bring their bags. Moody led the group outside, spouting random things, from the war, to the hard work of aurors, to the fitness that is needed, but wizard folk didn’t work out because they relied too much on their magic. Harry half listens, memorizing various items that may be helpful later on, especially the fitness one. The courtyard was empty of anything that could be moved. The sky had few clouds, while the air still held remnants of Summer. 

“Alright, now I mentioned in the last class that we will be putting your knowledge to use. Theory is only half the skill of being a wizard. A wizard is not useful based on theory alone. You will start with your classmates, practicing basic offensive spells, while the other defends. We’ll switch, and then if anyone wants to challenge me. Pair up with someone who you are not close with, that way you don’t feel bad as much.”

Students looked around for a moment before they began to pair off. Staying in their houses. Once they were done, Moody stared them down.

“Not like that, you lot are thick. Other houses, you are all practically friends with your own house. Like this, Potter, Malfoy, you will be a pair, don’t maul each other. Now it's your turn.”

The pairs switched up, with students looking more annoyed than before. Under the Professor’s instruction they moved to find a spot in the courtyard, under instruction to not strike another pair, nothing extreme, do not go screaming, call for help if needed. Harry and Draco found a corner farthest from the Professor. 

“So Potter, figured out the big secret yet?” Malfoy teased.

“No and I don’t care anymore. I just want to make it through this year with as little trouble as possible” Harry retorted.

“You, no trouble? Don’t joke, every year you get into something.”

“Yeah, well I hate it. Rather study and get out of here with all my limbs in tack. Though with this Professor that may be far fetched.

“At least we can agree on one thing.”

Moody’s voice boomed through the courtyard to begin. Spells flew about, some hitting their target, rebounding of shields, or missing. After some time, and a partially destroyed courtyard, they switched, which only led the courtyard to be damaged more. Harry noticed Malfoy slowing down and his spells taking longer. He took the chance to look at the other pairs and noticed a similar thing. Many purebloods by now were slowly down and having a harder time, while many muggleborns were still moving well. Half-bloods were mixed.  Moody finally called them over, laughing about the destruction of the courtyard, saying it was like a proper training ground.

“You lot did pretty good. I barely had to step in. Lot better grit. Now, would anyone like to test their luck on me? I promise to not go all out, and if you do well, I’ll award your house five points.”

Goyle raised his hand, following Moody’s nod, stood across from him to await the countdown. Moody began it, followed by the students. Goyle took the initiative firing out a stunning spell that Moody deflected wordlessly, before a binding spell wrapped up Goyle, who toppled over ending the match. Students cheered and booed, while Moody released his spell.

“Pretty bad there, Mr. Goyle. Next time a spell like that is thrown at you, dodge, or you incinerate it to burn the ropes. Anyone else?”

Harry felt various eyes on him. Sighing, he slowly raised his hand. Moody nodded. Harry was cheered on by his house as he went to stand across from Moody. The countdown started. Harry prepared himself. Moody started first, launching a stunning spell, which Harry dodged, with a duck, before launching his own, which Moody deflected before using the same binding spell from before. Harry incinerated the ropes, before using a stinging hex, which hit. Moody smirked. Before he wordlessly used a spell. Harry was unsure what to do, but his instincts were faster, raising his wand and casting a protection spell wordlessly, allowing the spell to bounce off hitting a plant, which turned it into a sheep. Moody hesitated, allowing Harry to shoot a stun, which was deflected, as well, but not as well, before Moody held up his hand, stopping the match.

“Now that wasn’t bad. I don’t think you meant a wordless shield, which shows good instincts. You got to practice that more often Potter. Five points for good instincts. Anyone else?”

Two more people were able to test their skills on Moody, awarding Slytherin five from Malfoy, while Seamus was unable. There was no homework given, but Moody mentioned to stretch before bed and once they wake up to lessen the strain from today’s lesson.

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Chapter 9

Though the adrenaline from Moody’s class was still in his veins, Harry was already dreading his next class, potions. Snape’s last class was a revision, which he did well on, much to the shock of Snape. Who only sneered before saying he finally read his school book. Today, there was a hands-on class. He wasn’t able to make potions himself while at Sirius and Remus’ but he was able to help prep potions, and Remus would teach him baking, which he said was the closest thing to actual potions. The halls towards the dungeon got colder, with dimming windows, and harsher floors. Slytherin walking down with them seems to relax being back in their corner of the castle. Gryffindor got more agitated, obviously not looking forward to class. Harry himself was somewhere in between. He did like potions, but Snape made it hard. 

Entering the room, Harry took his seat next to Ron and looked to where Snape was already writing today’s potion. He looked over the blackboard and noticed a few things. The potion itself wasn’t listed, but a few things to look out for were. Harry recognised the potion: calming draught. It seemed mild, aside from extra lavender, which could make you sleepy. Not the worst side effect from a potion. Harry wrote it down for Ron to see, before opening his textbook up to the potion described. Ron looked surprised at Harry, before opening his own book to look over. Snape’s nasally voice shook the two out of their thoughts.

“Today you will be making a mild calming draught. I know this potion is simple, but because of many of yours incompetence I have listed a few things to look out for, lest your potion tries to kill us all. You will have the whole class to create the potion. Read over your instructions carefully. You may begin.”

Harry had gotten up immediately to head over to the cabinet to grab the needed ingredients. As he was looking for the lavender, Snape showed up behind him, looking over his ingredients, before making a sniffing sound, and heading over to where Goyle was grabbing ingredients haphazardly. Harry was back at the table with Ron, who had it set up for the potion. Harry began prepping ingredients, giving Ron some instructions, who took to them, slowly. Harry was quickly prepping the ingredients, putting aside the small piles, as Ron watched on in surprise. Harry was nearly finished with the prep, while most of the class was well behind. Occasionally the quietness was broken by Snape’s snide remarks and points taken. As he made his way to Harry’s table, he touched the ingredients, huffing occasionally, before looking once more at Harry who was focused on plucking the flowers from the lavender. He left the table without a word, only to head over to Draco and complimented his skills. Ron seethed, but Harry paid no mind, redirecting Ron to the work. Class passed by quickly, with Ron and Harry finishing their potion quickly, before class ended, letting it cool more, while they cleaned their desk, so they could leave early. Harry bottled the leftover potion ingredients, setting them near the end of the table, noticing Snape walk by, taking them as he passed. Harry could only smirk. No one managed to blow up their potion, much to Seamus’ disappointment. Class was over. Everyone was packing their things, and bottling their potion. 

“Mr. Potter, I would like a word with you, before lunch. Stay back” Snape’s drawl broke through the students. 

Slytherin only smirked at Harry, while Gryffindor only tried to stare down Snape. Harry sighed, but nodded, and sat back down.

The classroom had emptied, and Snape gestured for Harry to approach his desk, where the ingredients from today’s lesson were opened and spilled into neat piles.

“I remember what you told me at the apothecary during the Summer. It seems you improved somewhat. How? I know for a fact you didn’t learn this with your relatives.”

“I practiced.”

“Yes. But, where? You know that you have to stay with your relatives. Clearly, you are not. The Headmaster will not be pleased.”

“He can not do anything about it.”

“Why not?” Snape's voice tinged with curiosity. 

“He is no longer my magical guardian. He never was. He has no control over me.”

Snape’s expression grew sour, but underneath was questions.

“Why would you do that? Is your brain fried? The Headmaster is protecting you, we both know He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named is still trying to end you from the grave.”

“He never protected me. My new magical guardian will though. I lived hidden still, with better protections, and people who actually care for me.”

“And pray tell who are they?”

“I don’t have to say.”

“Mr. Potter. I will march you to the Headmaster’s office myself and get him to get it out of you.”

“Very well, let’s go then.”

“I insist, we go about this the easier way.”

“Why, so you can scream at me, tell me this wasn’t what my mother would want? I know you were friends, close. Yet, you don’t care about me at all. Just want me to live long enough to fight a man who went mad after Dumbledore-” Harry caught himself.

“Continue.”

“No.”

“No? You know too much. I know for a fact that your relatives never told you, nor the Headmaster. Whoever you are living with, could be dangerous.”

“They’re not. They saved my life.”

Recognition lit his eyes, “you’re with your Godfather.”

“Godfathers.”

Snape sighed, “I expected them to get back together. Remus and Sirius Black then. Neither can be your guardian.”

“Correct.”

“Who is?”

“I do not have to say. It was perfectly legal, Remus and I handled it at the bank.”

“So Narcissa, then. I should have figured she would be the Proxy to the House Black, while the mutt is a felon.”

“How?” Harry was a tad worried.

“It doesn’t take broom techniques for me to figure it out. Why though?” His voice no longer contained the sour tone, but was softer, though he seemed he didn’t realize. 

“The Headmaster. You want the truth? He was stealing money from my vaults, giving money to himself, and his followers, never had true guardianship, never told me I was a Lord and Heir, and knew Sirius was innocent.”

“He stole from the vaults? That’s-”

“He left me with abusive relatives who made me think my parents were awful people, drunks, evil- he’s using my seats to vote for all kinds of things, including Sirius’ incarnation. It-”

“Harry enough. I… it’s hard to believe, but the Headmaster…” he sighed “the bank wouldn’t lie about the transactions. Very well, I won’t tell the Headmaster. He shouldn’t know. I assume your Godfathers have been teaching you this Summer. What is your plan?”

“His plan should be to hide low. Albus is a cruel, conniving man, even during the war. Was willing to sacrifice others for his gain. Even before the war started he was planning, especially when angering He-Should-Not-Be-Named” Moody’s voice broke the tension, as the two others faced the man, Snape pushing Harry behind him.”

“Alastor how much-”

“Everything Severus. Don’t get your knickers in a twist. I don’t trust the man. But, Mr. Potter, you need to be vigilant. I have already heard word of Albus’ anger towards the bank charging for the money back. He doesn’t know who ordered it, thinks someone was going through records and noticed. Won’t be long till he realizes the change in guardianship.”

“What do you suggest, Professor.”

“Be a good student. Try to keep out of trouble. I’ll cover for you when needed, but you have to keep me informed. I’m not one to shy away from undermining Albus. Severus, your help may help.”

Harry looked up at Snape.

“Very well, for the boy’s mother. Try to not blow up things in the meantime. We can also try fake detentions to keep up with appearances.”

“Quite right. Well then, off you go Mr. Potter. I need a word with Professor Snape on another matter. Lunch has started by now.”

Harry ran off, towards the Main Hall. Wanting to get away from it all and inform Remus and Sirius the news.

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Chapter 10

Harry was quiet through lunch, thinking about the conversation he fled from. Professor Moody, who was supposed to be a huge fan of the Headmaster, actually despised the man. He was willing to be Harry's protector in a way, with Snape of all people helping as well. Harry didn’t fully trust the man, he wouldn’t be surprised if it was a ploy to expose Professor Moody to the Headmaster. Ron tried to engage him in conversations, before giving up at Hermione's comments. The Headmaster made a small announcement as lunch was ending that everyone would be required to attend tonight’s dinner, for a special announcement. Harry cheered with his table, but groaned internally.

Classes for his afternoon went smoothly. Except for Hagrid's newest pets for the class to care for. Blast-ended skrewts he called them. A hybrid that he created, but doesn’t know how to care for them fully, so the students are learning with him. They are for an event at the end of year, so it was vital for them to survive. Various rumors sprouted about the Headmaster’s announcement: a special event, new teacher, he’s retiring, he’s decided to make quidditch an official class, the rumors got more and more crazy. Some students seemed to know what it was about, dropping hints, creating their own hyperbole twists, saying the school won’t survive. Harry was restless throughout the rest of class. 

Harry sat himself down at the long table with Ron and Hermione. He was exhausted mentally, just wanted to run off to the astronomy tower and speak with Remus and Sirius. He wasn’t very hungry, claiming he ate some snacks he got from lunch earlier. Instead listening to the various topics of dinner, and adding his input when needed. He managed to sneak a few glances over at Professors Moody and Snape and didn’t learn anything from it. Professor Snape looked as moody as ever, calming, eating and dodging others' questions and comments. Professor Moody was gruff, his eye swimming, staring at all, while he was engaged in conversation with the Headmaster, who only looked proud of something. Harry did not like that look. Near the end of dinner, while desserts were being scarfed down, the Headmaster stood up calling for silence. 

“Thank you. Now. As I mentioned earlier, I have an announcement. I meant to do this at the opening fest, but alas, I forgot. My old age may be getting to me I’m afraid. This year I’m pleased to announce an event that has not been hosted in some time. The Tri-Wizard tournament! Hogwarts will be hosting two other schools, Beauxbatons and Drumstrang in a year-long event. The prize will go to whoever succeeds in all three tasks the best, a thousand galleons. Now this tournament is dangerous as a result, only students of adult age may enter. All these students must do is write their name on a piece of paper and place it into the goblet of fire, the impartial judge that will be choosing the three champions, one per school. The goblet will be set up tonight by myself with an age line that will prevent underage students from competing. Those who try to trick the line will have a nasty prank played on them, and a week’s worth of detention. 

Now with the good news, there is sorrowful news. This year’s quidditch is canceled I’m afraid as events will be held on weekends, and there is a chance our own will be from a quidditch team, which could be a disadvantage this year.” Multiple boos and complaints echoed in the halls and students began to protest. The Headmaster raised his wand up and shot off firecrackers. “Silence! I understand your anger, I along with the board thought through this for months before coming to this conclusion. Practice matches between houses will be allowed as well as regular practices, as long as they do not interfere with an event. Please talk to your house head if you wish to hold a match with another house. Now, it is late out, and you all have classes in the morning as well as the staff. I bid you all a good night, any questions regarding the event may be asked to your head of house or another staff.”

The Headmaster sat back down, while students began to leave the hall grumbling and excitement filled the air. Harry managed to lie to Ron, saying he had to go to the bathroom and made a hasty exit from the crowd, throwing on his invisibility cloak in an alcove and headed towards the astronomy tower to contact his Godfathers. 

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It was extremely dark at the top of the tower, the wind whipped around occasionally howling. Harry gave himself a warming charm and created a small ball of light to float above. The light scared most of the shadows away, but left the extreme dark ones. Harry took out his mirror and tried to contact his Godfathers. A few minutes passed and he worried they were already asleep, but then the mirror began to ripple before transforming into the face of Sirius. 

“Harry! Oh it is so good to see you. I was starting to worry when you weren’t contacting us. I may have sent Kreacher to check in on you once or twice. How have you been? Eating well? Need me or Remus to show up during a Hogsmeade weekend?”

Harry chuckled at his excitement, “It’s good to see you too. School has been hectic to say the least. Did you know the school is hosting the Tri-wizard tournament?”

“I did. Cissy told me, but the letter that was sent out told to not tell the students. Of course, some did, I bet. It’s a shame they stopped quidditch this year. Personally, I would have preferred a large scale quidditch tournament with the other schools.”

“I would prefer that as well. The reason the tournament was stopped in the first place was due to the entire champion group dying in the first task” Remus’ head popped into view, his shaggy hair wet.

“Of course you would know,” replied Sirius before kissing his cheek.

“It is good to see you Harry, Sirius has been worrying more ever.”

“It’s a relief to see you both. I would prefer being with you two then here. Classes are hard, and the new DADA is kind of weird. His name is Alastor Moody, he showed up the unforgivables and tested them on a spider creature, but actually makes us practice our spells and helps us, which is good. Dumbledore found out about the charges on the vaults and is angered, Snape knows I’m living with you two now, but apparently is going to protect me this year and he cornered me after class and we got into an argument, that Professor Moody joined in on and declared his distaste for Dumbledore. He also said that something may happen this year. But the worst of it all is the nightmares. I keep having them. It’s always the same. My parents are enjoying life with me, before Voldemort shows up, but he tells them to run, hide, before shifting his personality laughing and killing them. And a voice. It sounds like him, saying we need to break the prophecy.”

The faces of the older men looked grim by the end of it.

“Alastor should not have shown the unforgivables. Talking about them is one thing, showing them though. At least though he is actually having your year practice spells. Snape. He is a gruff man, quick to save his own hide at the cost of others, but-but, he was loyal to your mother. They were childhood friends for years, till… the prank. He most likely is still loyal to her, and as a result wants to protect you for her. I would stay away from either though. Use them if needed, but only then. The nightmares. I don’t know what to make of them. I will research both in the library here and elsewhere. It could be just trauma or something else. I don’t wish to leave anything out,” Remus answered.

“I agree with Moony. I remember Alastor, and while he was eccentric, but not like that. Dumbledore is a slight worry, but leave that to the adults. You are not under his control, and if he tries anything he would have to deal with the Malfoys whether I like it or not. The nightmares, I can’t tell you what they mean, but I know an artifact relic, call it what you like that helps keep nightmares away. I’ll find it and send it to you. I’ll have an elf deliver it, to not draw attention” Sirius added.

“Thanks. I’ll try to look-”

“I believe I could help answer some questions, Mr. Potter.”