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Return of the King chapter 7 part 1

Chapter 07:

Harry loved mornings, at least those for the past week. He loved waking up in the arms of the one he knew without a shadow of a doubt loved him more than anything. It had been an eventful week, changing him in ways he never thought possible. For the first time in his life he felt like he was the master of his own destiny, a destiny that included love and survival for the first time. He was just so excited, today Ar'Ron had promised to not only help Draco build a Battle Stave and finish his, but to teach them both to complete the Animagus transformation.




Harry thought back to the ritual of binding that they both preformed the other night, since the night Harry had watched the ritual, then ending up performing it the same night, the thought of being naked and touching Ar'Ron and being touched by him left him feeling so aroused every time he thought about it. Harry was so aroused, reaching over Harry started to stroke Ar'Ron's hardness, Harry slowly turned around so that his face was down near Ar’Ron’s crotch; watching the skin slowly ride up and down the head as he stroked Ar'Ron's hard penis, seeing precum start to flow Harry could not resist any more, opening his mouth he gently engulfed the head of Ar'Ron's penis.




Savoring the taste of the fluid flowing gently out of the tip, Harry started to move up and down the shaft, using his tongue to caress the underside of the rigid head, his tongue being confined between Ar'Ron's foreskin and head as his hand slowly stroked his hard penis. So caught up in the sensations of giving Ar'Ron some loving attention he never noticed that Ar'Ron had opened his eyes, waking from the pleasure Harry was giving him. Deciding to return the favor since Harry's leaking penis was in front of his face Ar'Ron soon was soon returning the favor.
Harry moaned around Ar'Ron's penis as he felt his stiff penis being engulfed in a warm wet mouth, the new pleasure of being sucked off as he was sucking Ar'Ron soon had him ready to climax. Harry felt himself getting close so he started to suck faster, the speeding up caused Ar'Ron to start to shoot his load into Harry's mouth and a few seconds after he swallowed the first shot he rewarded Ar’Ron with his own load as he stiffened up and started to shoot in Ar’Ron’s mouth. After both had finished they just lay there slowly sucking on each other as they came down from the intense sexual high.




When Harry felt that he could move again, he slowly turned around and snuggled up into Ar'Ron's embrace, kissing each other slowly, lovingly, they could taste each other as their tongues slowly entangled themselves in each other's mouths. With a smile in his eyes Ar'Ron grinned as they broke apart, “Now that is a way to wake up in the morning. I could get used to that."




Looking aver towards the clock Harry saw it was half past seven, they told Draco to meet them in the dining room at eight, "Its half past, we need to get into the shower." Harry threw the covers back and stretched as he got out of bed. Taking a moment to gaze at the naked form of his lover, Harry leaned over and taking Ar'Ron's semi flaccid penis into his mouth he gave it one final good suck to make sure he had gotten every last trace of his lover, before walking toward the bathroom.



"Molly dear, you are up early," Arthur Weasley smiled at his wife as he entered the Burrow’s kitchen and sat down at the table, a nice hot cup of tea floated over to him a moment later.
"Morning Arthur,” Molly glanced at her husband distracted as she tried to get breakfast done as quickly as possible, “Bill flooed this morning asking if everyone was still home? The twins and Percy will be over for breakfast and Bill is bringing Charlie. Bill said he had important news for the whole family."




Soon the table was covered in eggs, pancakes, bacon and sausage.




"Morning mum" Ginny smiled walking into the kitchen and seeing breakfast ready.




"All right food," Ron grinned as he walked in eyeing up the mounds of food, "What's the occasion?”




The fireplace roared to life and out walked Bill followed by Charlie, "Morning mum, dad," both boys said out loud.




Sounds of someone Apparating could be heard from outside the back door, a moment later Fred and George walked in followed by Percy from the backyard.




Egg pieces went flying everywhere as Ron spit out in anger, "What’s that git doing here?"




"Ron shut your mouth. You will be quiet, Percy is here like everyone else for a family meeting," Bill snapped out, glaring in disgust at his brothers eating habits.




Ron yelled out, angry, not liking to be told what he could or could not do by his brother, "Who died and left you boss?"




"Boys you will stop this right now,” screamed an irate Molly Weasley.




Bill let the anger that had been simmering just below the surface since the order meeting play across his face, "ENOUGH, everyone will sit down right now and be quiet.” Standing up after slamming his hands down on the table he glared at each and every one of them before going back and staring at his younger brother, “And you Ron, Grandfather Weasley died, that is who made me boss," Bill said holding up his right hand showing the Weasley family ring on his hand.
The entire Weasley family sat there with their mouths hanging open in shock.




"After breakfast we all will go in to the family room and have a family meeting, long past due as far as I’m concerned," Bill sat down filling his plate as he tried to calm down.




All heads turned as the silence was broken by the floo flaring to life, out walked Albus Dumbledore, "Ah, Arthur my boy, good to catch you at home we need to have a talk, I need you to tell me how to get to the new ministry offices."




Shaking his head Arthur, he did not need to be dealing with the headmaster this morning, "I am sorry Albus but we have been told that until next week we are not to give out the location of the offices to anyone."




"Arthur, as Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot I must insist you tell me," Dumbledore growled with a mad twinkle in his eyes.




Percy sneered, just like the meddling old man to demand things with half truths to back him up, "Really Headmaster, Dad and I both know that the Wizengamot was disbanded the other day, as none of the current sitting members have been appointed by the Council of Twelve."




Deciding to change tactics to get the information he needed Albus, tried for the grandfatherly approach, ”Arthur have you perchance seen Harry at the new Ministry offices?"




"Albus I am truly sorry, but yesterday I took an oath, by blood and magic, two of them to be exact. I cannot and will not answer any more of your questions, do not ask them of me." Arthur tried to get the man to see reason.




Tired of the headmaster’s presence and his endless manipulations, Bill was not going to let his father break his oath and loose his magic, he stood and glared at the headmaster, "Headmaster, I am asking you to leave, you are interrupting a family meeting, one to which you were neither invited nor are welcome to hear."




"Now see here Bill Weasley, you will not talk to the headmaster that way," Molly started to rant before being cut off."Mother be quiet," Bill snapped out eyes still on the headmaster, seeing Dumbledore reaching for his wand, Bill reached into his pocket for the runic battle block he was given and started to channel his magic into it.




"Bill there are things you are unaware of and you do not understand your place," Albus started to explain with a hard glint as he drew his wand.




"It is you who do not understand Dumbledore," holding up his hand so that the headmaster could see the ring clearly Bill continued. "Oh yes, I understand far more than you think I do, interesting thing when the family ring was presented to me. The goblins made a comment about making sure that no others were present during the presentation and the rings testing of my character. Seems they wanted to makes sure you did not show up to cast the Confundus Charm at me from behind my back ensuring rejection by the ring."




Standing up from the table Bill moved causing the headmaster to move away from the fireplace, "I know for instance that you used stolen gold to buy this house out from underneath my parents.” Seeing the shock in the man’s eyes he ignored the outrage from his family, “Oh yes I know more about you than you think. Now leave, we will be packed up and gone from this place by lunchtime."




"I am sorry Bill but I can not allow you to interfere with my plans," Aiming his wand at the Weasley head of house Dumbledore started to curse him, "Obliv…"




Seeing Dumbledore start his attack Bill threw the block at the headmaster, and as the block hit the floor and broke, a small red dome appeared to encase the headmaster.




Seeing the glowing block being thrown at the floor the headmaster stopped in mid incantation, thus saving his memory. Testing the walls of the dome with his hands he felt once again the strange magic like that in Diagon Ally.




Bill looked at his stunned family, most had looks of anger on their faces directed towards the headmaster. His parents though had looks of disbelief on their faces. "All of you listen up, I’m calling for backup, and the rest of you start packing up everything we own. I don’t want one scrap of paper left here when you are done." Bill took a dozen shrunken crates out of his pocket and set them down and a quick “Engorgio,” later they were back to full size. Bill explained to his stunned family, "These are Gringotts crates; they have one huge room inside them ten meters square. When it’s full tap the closed lid and say Weasley very clearly. They are spelled to be transported to the family vault."




"Ron, Ginny you are both allowed to do magic now that the underage magic ban was lifted, so use it, pack your rooms quickly," Bill told the two of them as they each grabbed one of the crates and raced to their rooms.




Seeing the new head of the Weasley family walk over to the fireplace Dumbledore tried one last attempt to gain control of the situation, "Bill please think on what you are about to do. Do you really think uprooting your family from their home is the right thing to do?"




Bill ignored the man as he knelt down in front of the fire and took out a pinch of purple colored floo powder and threw it into the flames. Waiting for the flames to turn purple and blue he put his head in and fire called his boss. Seeing Trazthorn in his office Bill interrupted, "Sorry to interrupt sir but I have an emergency on this end."




"Mr. Weasley." Trazthorn acknowledged him.




Seeing he had the goblins undivided attention Bill continued, "Dumbledore showed up trying to get the location of Potter Castle. He was even willing to break my father's oath, causing him to lose his magic. When I asserted myself as head of the family he attacked me, which is why he is currently under an Elven prison dome; my family is packing right now and we should be evacuating shortly."




"I see" Trazthorn stared his most promising curse breaking team leader, "I assume that you are using curse breaker crates?" seeing his nod he thought for a moment, "What do you need me to do?"




"Yes sir if you would, could you divert the crates to the lobby of the Headquarters branch instead o four family vault, I plan to escort my family to our hereditary house in Toria," Bill sighed, this was not the way he had wanted to conduct the family meeting.



"I will do so immediately, I will also send a message through Griphook letting the prince know what is going on," Trazthorn started to write a note.




"Thank you sir," Bill sighed in relief as he backed out of the fire causing the connection to close.




Albus had walked over to the closest point of the bubble of magic imprisoning him to the fireplace, hoping to listen in on the conversation. Seeing the floo powder was not the normal red for fire calls, he was surprised then angered when a blue mist came out of the fire making it impossible for him to overhear the conversation.




Backing out of the fireplace Bill was pleased to see his mother putting the lid back on the crate and the kitchen emptied. She gave it a tap with her wand saying "WEASLEY" loudly.




The rest of the family soon entered the kitchen; Bill looked at them and told them, "One last chance guys to make sure we have everything, anything left will be gone forever."




Ron spoke up, now that the rush of getting something done was over the confusion was setting back in, "We double checked for each other and Charlie did some strange revealing spell in each room, everything is gone." Then looking at his father Ron hesitated then asked, "Is it true? What Bill said."




"I am afraid so Ron," Arthur replied tiredly as the pieces of the puzzle settled in, glancing back to his son he sighed, "When the ring rejected me, all money from the Weasley trust stopped and the family vault would no longer let me in."




"In other words Ron, while not as rich as the Malfoy's, we never the less would have been well off." Bill told him; then pointing at the headmaster, "He is the reason mum and dad had so many financial strains while we grew up."




Taking a small pouch of blue floo powder out of his robes Bill held it out. "This is point direct floo powder; you do not have to say a destination, just throw it in the fire and step in when the flames turn bright blue." One by one his family took a pinch of the powder and left via floo, when Bill was the only one left he looked around at his family home one last time as he closed the pouch and secured it in his robes; when his he took his hand out of his pocket it held a small ampoule filled with black powder.




Once he stepped away from the fire he turned towards Dumbledore and let his anger truly show, “Bastard, you will get what is coming to you. Come near anyone in my family again, no matter how extended and I will swear a blood vendetta against you." He touched the dome with his magic at the same time he threw the ampoule into the fire, disappearing in an explosion that destroyed the floo connection and at the same time released the headmaster from his prison, leaving a fuming Albus Dumbledore standing in an empty home.








Draco and Remus stopped behind Ar'Ron and Harry when they stopped in front of Ollivander's Wand Shop, Remus asked the question that was on Harry's mind, "How are we going to enter the shop without breaking the enchantment hiding the city?"




"We won’t need to use the door to enter; I plan to create a gateway allowing us to enter the shop, watch and learn," Ar'Ron grinned as he drew the outline of a door in the middle of the window with his finger, his magic leaving a glowing trail behind his finger.




He then drew the runic symbol for door in each corner, and then he drew one more symbol where the door handle would be if he was building a door. He then connected each symbol in the corners to the one at the handles location with an elongated rune, finished he turned to Draco, "Even though your studies do not officially start until Monday, tell me what you see."



Stepping forward Draco examined the lines and runes that had been drawn on the window, "Somehow you used your magic to draw lines in the outline of a doorframe, at least you…yet…” he mumbled as his face scrunched up in thought as he pointed to one of the glowing Runes, “this runic symbol right here is the same in all four corners, my ancient runes text lists its meaning as gateway, but seeing it used this way I think it really means door."




Seeing Ar'Ron smiling and nod his head in agreement when he looked over his shoulder to see if he was right Draco went on more confidently, "The four in the middle that connect the corners to this one, are the symbol for power. They are stretched out of shape from the way the symbol was recorded in my texts and connect to this one here that I have never seen before," Draco finished as he pointed to the Runes drawn out of shape, “Will they even work since they are not the right shape?”




"Very good Draco, let me ask Remus first then you’ll see,” Ar'Ron grinned as he saw the look of concentration on Remus's face, “You’ve studied ancient runes all over the world what do you think?"




"I can't tell you much more than Draco already has, I agree with his translation, and am intrigued with your insinuation that certain runes can have their shape altered as long as they are still readable, but am at a loss to the meaning of the center one that everything seems to connect to," Remus said looking over the drawing.




"Remus what do you know of activation runes?" Ar'Ron was shocked; he thought he would have known the Rune in the center at least.




Turning away from the drawing they were studying Draco and Remus both faced Ar'Ron, Remus demanded, “What in Merlin's name is an activation rune?"




Pointing at the rune neither could identify he sighed, “This is a rune of activation, when you connect it to the rune for power, which depending on how it is written, determines the power needed for this one," Ar'Ron pointed to the last rune, "Which is the activation rune."




"Okay step by step," Ar'Ron saw the clueless looks on their faces, pointing to each rune in turn, "This rune stands for open, so when I channel my magic into it, the next rune determines how much magic is needed for the runic spell to come into being.” Seeing their slow nods of understanding he continued, “Which is determined by the shape of the rune for power,” tracing the rune, “which powers up the symbol for doorway that if you change the shape of this part and this one it also determines where the door will open too,” Ar'Ron told them as he traced the lines he was talking about.




Draco and Remus looked at Ar'Ron in awe, Draco then said, "Do you know what this means?"




With a slight laugh Harry answered, "Of course, homework."




Draco looked at Harry as if he was insane.




"In this instance Harry is right, while you will not get much homework from me, you will get some. All homework is to be handed in on Saturday morning when I will go over it personally with you. Remus, as you are taking the runes classes that you oh so graciously wanted to make sure was up to the standards as unofficial uncle; you will also have to participate in homework," Ar'Ron laughed at the expression on Remus's face.




"Remus and Draco for next Saturday I want the two of you to research and find copies of activation runes, then a small essay on how or why the knowledge was lost. The more complete the essay the more I know you have learned the material," Ar'Ron told the two, then seeing the smirk on his lover’s face he grinned at Harry.




"Oh, I didn't forget you, you already know most of this through the knowledge transfer we did, so you may point them in the right direction if asked. And if you think about it you have seen wizards use Elven runic blocks of at least class two, so for your homework I want an explanation on why wizards can use the class two blocks but cannot make them," Ar'Ron grinned at Harry’s thoughtful look. "Now let’s go inside, so we can get our supplies," he placed his finger on the activation rune and channeling magic into it, caused a door to appear.




Ollivander put down the wand he was working on, there he felt it again, a stirring in the magic around his shop, it felt the same as the…Harry Potter. Getting up from his stool he quickly went to the front of his shop in time to see lines start to appear on the window in the shape of a door, quickly locking the door and drawing the shades he flipped the open sign to close just in time as a flash of light came from the window. After blinking the spots out of his eyes he saw a door had flashed into reality, on the other side Ollivander could see out into the street of Commerce Ally, except for photos that his father had passed down, he had not laid eyes on the legendary ally. Seeing the group in front of him he recognized Harry among them, "Lord Potter a pleasure as always."




"Hello Mr. Ollivander, how are you today?" Harry politely asked the eerie old man.




"Very excited Lord Potter, I felt the call being keyed," He said tipping his head sideways, "If I may be so bold to ask when the wards will be opened?" seeing the curios expression cross Harry’s face he smiled, "My family has waited for this day for a very long time. I have heard many stories of the days when my families shop was on Commerce Street, I am very eager to move back, especially now that my grandson has decided to follow in my footsteps and take up wand making," Ollivander rambled in his excitement.




"This coming Tuesday, events are progressing faster than expected, so our timetable has moved forward." Ar'Ron stepped into the shop through the doorway.




As Remus and Draco came fully into the tiny shop Ollivander caught sight of them, "Ah Mr. Lupin, black locust twelve and three quarts of an inch, extremely rigid with hair of the werewolf and beard from a red cap. Mr. Malf….Curious." Ollivander said as he tapped his finger on his chin.




Feeling like the man in front of him could look into his very soul, and that made Draco very nervous, he had not changed much since the last time he had entered this shop to buy his wand.
"Curious thing really, I remember every wand I have ever sold and the wizard that it matches.” Ollivander looked up before he pointed at Draco, "Your wand for instance is Ebony, ten inches with dragon heartstring, I sold that wand to Draco Malfoy and your magical core no longer matches that of Draco Malfoy, while some parts still remain, there are enough differences…curious."




Drawing himself up, Draco with pride in his voice responded, "I can explain Mr. Ollivander, for I am no longer a Malfoy. That bloodline is now dead, I am a Black now."




"Ah that explains much,” Ollivander nodded, looking Draco over, "Your wand no longer suits you Mr. Black."




Looking at Remus he also pointed out, "Nor does yours Remus, have you both come looking for a new wand?" Ollivander was thinking of what wand’s to start with.




"Actually we came to pick up magical wood and cores to make Draco a battle stave, though if Remus's wand no longer matches him, it will need to be fixed, we can't have him at a disadvantage right now,” Ar'Ron told Ollivander while looking at Remus critically.




"Yes, yes, this way please, back to my workshop," Ollivander bounced in place before turning around and leading them back into the back room.




"Ollivander have you crafted many staves in your life?" Harry as he entered the back room and looked around.




Ar'Ron watched as his love got that look in his eyes that said he was going to do something unexpected.




"I have kept in practice," Ollivander stopped near his workbench and stared intently at Harry, wondering why he was being asked this. "No one wants to go to the expense of having one crafted, then with the ministry banning blood magic except in a couple of instances, I was not allowed to sell one, even if someone would pay the price for one."




"Good, very good, as soon as you are ready I will be having the wizards that are part of the Torian guard sent to you so you can craft Battle staves for them," Harry grinned at the gob smacked expression that crossed Ollivanders face.




Ollivander stammered out, "But, Lord Potter the cost. Each one will be two hundred galleons."
Walking over to the counter Harry borrowed some parchment and picked up a quill quickly writing out instructions before signing it, he then placed a blank sheet on top of his note and cast, “duplicates.” Removing the communication box from its pouch on his belt he set it on the counter, rolling up one of the parchments he opened the box and put the scroll inside closing the lid. He then handed the other to Mr. Ollivander replacing the box on his belt, "Mr. Ollivander, I think this will assure you of payment. As each stave is finished have the guard sign a receipt and take it over to Wyrmbane at Gringotts for payment," Harry told the wand maker.




Ollivander took the parchment and briefly glanced at it.




WyrmbaneI have authorized Mr. Ollivander to craft twenty-six Battle Staves for the Torian Guard. We have settled on a price of two hundred galleons per piece. He will bring a bill for each one as they are finished to you signed by the guard who it was crafted for. Please see that he is paid from the city vaults.





Harry James Potter Lord Potter
The potter crest was affixed under the signature.




"Thank you Lord Potter, my grandson will be pleased to be able to learn this part of our craft," Ollivander’s eyes were watering in joy.




Ar'Ron grinned at Harry, "I’m going to take Draco through the processes of finding his wood and cores, Ollivander why don't you work on finding a matching wand for Remus?"




Ar'Ron waved Draco over to the bench full of wood pieces,”Draco, place your hand or even a finger on each piece of wood. If it accepts you, it will feel warm and inviting."




Draco had gone through two dozen wood samples and was beginning to think that there was not going to be one that would match him when he felt a flare of warmth from the last piece he tried, smiling he looked up, "This one, it feels warm and like it’s a part of me," Draco pulled a length out of the wall cubby.


"Good now let’s try wand cores. Same principle, but as you touch the containers I want you to channel your magic into your hand just like we practiced at breakfast, you will feel a pull towards the ones that match your core," Ar'Ron told the lad after placing the length of wood on the workbench.




Draco taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly reached inside and touched his magical core, slowly he felt the magic travel from his core down to his hand, opening his eyes to see his hand glowing, and he moved his hand slowly across the racks of containers of core material. To his delight he saw the Dragon Heartstring container was glowing and also the one with feathers from a Roc.




Ar'Ron reached over and removed the two glowing canisters from the rack and set them down on the table with the length of wood. Conjuring a couple of jars he removed enough core material to create three wands before placing the containers back in their respective spots in the racks. Finished, the two joined the others in time to hear Ollivander ask Remus if he was indeed a werewolf as he remembered.




"Not any more Ollivander, thanks to Ar'Ron, I’m what is called an Alphar, no longer just a simple werewolf." Remus told him proudly.




"Alphar? Hmm seems I came across that name before," Ollivander sounded thoughtful as he walked across the workroom stopping before one of the racks that held magical cores. Taking his wand out he tapped each corner and pressed his thumb on the glowing circle that appeared, causing the shelf to split in two and the front half to swing open to reveal shelves full of journals. Tracing his finger across the spines of the books Ollivander eventually pulled one out, opening it up he scanned through the pages until he got to the listing for Alphar.




“AlpharMagical being that is the true and final form of the werewolf; this form was created with the help of the Elves to counter a curse gone badly. A wand must be made of the following for it to bond with the Alphar; wood from the black Danhu tree and the tooth of a Nundu and hair from a werewolf.While those three ingredients normally can not be mixed in a wand core the addition of hair from the Alphar the wand is being crafted for and the blood of the same taken after fully transforming into the Alphar form. The first three ingredients will never change; it is by adding the last two that this powerful wand will match the wizard it is crafted for.



Claudius Ollivander390 A.D.”






Ollivander's voice faded as he closed the book and put it back on the shelf and hiding the books by closing the front of the rack, "Remus I have the first three ingredients and, if you can provide the other two I can get started on crafting your wand."




Remus visibly gulped, he had not even thought of transforming since he had the Runes inscribed, he didn’t know whether it worked or not and if he could transform, let alone if he wanted to.




Seeing Remus working himself up to a nervous wreck, Ar'Ron stepped in, "Remus, your letting years of fear of the werewolf rule you, the werewolf is dead, besides if you stop and think you will realize that you now have the ability to selectively transform any part of your body at will."
Remus sighed with relief as he calmed down, closing his eyes he attempted to shift his arm into his Alphar form, beads of sweat started to roll off his forehead, when finally his arm shifted and claws and hair replaced fingers and skin. "That was a lot harder than I thought it would be," he told Ar’Ron as he stared at his transformed arm.




"You’re going to have to start practicing then Remus, it should become second nature and effortless." Ar'Ron’s voice was stern and no nonsense.




While they were talking Ollivander cut some of the fur off of Remus's arm and placed it in a jar, "I have what I need, you can transform back now. After the wand is crafted I will bring it over and we will get you to donate some blood the wand can soak in."




"I think we are done here; Draco has the wand cores and wood. We can craft his stave and finish both this afternoon." Ar'Ron looked around the shop as the group nodded their heads in agreement.




"Mr. Ollivander, how much do we owe you for the materials and Remus's wand?" Harry pulled his money pouch off his belt.Ollivander hesitated a moment then looked eager, “Lord Potter if you would allow my grandson and I to watch the crafting of the staffs this afternoon; there will be no charge."




"It normally takes me four days to craft a staff, but you are talking about doing it in an afternoon, which is unheard of, I am sure I will be able to pick some tips and techniques to help me become better at my craft," Ollivander was practically bouncing in his eagerness.




"The Elves create staves differently than wizards, we call upon the very fabric of magic to do most of the work,” Ar'Ron shrugged as he thought out loud, “but if you think you can learn something to help you become a better wand maker, than I have no problems with it." Ar'Ron grinned as they moved through the stacks to the front of the store, “We’ll be out in the front gardens, if you want to join us around 1:00 p.m. we should be ready to start crafting the staves then." Stopping near the doorway he had created with the rune magic Ar'Ron pointed to the door in the middle of the window, “The only problem I see is that if I leave the door active to the street you would have to stay closed."




Walking over to a stack of boxes next to the door, Ollivander pulled out a sign he had made when he felt the call being keyed. Tapping is wand on it the sign changed slightly before he hung it up in the front window.




Ollivander's Fine Wands Since 382 B.C.

Relocating to our original Location

Reopening July 16th 1996Commerce AllyToria





"I can stay closed for three days, in fact it will give us time to remove the glamour charms and organize the finished wands," Ollivander smiled in anticipation.


Draco noticed something wrong with Harry's belt, "Harry, your belt pouch is glowing."


Looking down Harry noticed Draco was right; the pouch holding his communication box was glowing, pulling the box out of the pouch he opened it to find a scroll inside. Taking the thick scroll out before he closed and replaced the box in his pouch, he opened it and started to read it over.


Lord Potter;I am well aware of your wishes but am hesitant to use them in written form as other eyes may gain access to written communications between us so we feel more comfortable addressing you this way.
A few short moments ago Trazthorn head of the curse breaking division asked us to pass the other attached parchment along to you as soon as possible.

GriphookPotter Family Manager


Breaking the seal and unrolling the other parchment he once again began to read it this time out loud.


Lord PotterI write to inform you that the Weasley family has been forced to evacuate their home and plan to move into their ancestral home located in the city of Toria.
This move was preceded by an attack by Albus Dumbledore on the head of the Weasley Family not but a short hour ago. No one was injured as Bill Weasley used one of the Prison Runic Blocks in time.
Dumbledore attempted to break Mr. Weasley’s blood oath to learn your location and the location of the new ministry building.
Bill asked me to pass this message along to you saying he would fill in the details at dinner when he came back to the castle tonight.


Regards, Trazthorn
Head Curse Breaker


Harry looked up into the shocked faces as well as the very angry one sported by Ar'Ron, "We will see you later on this afternoon then Mr. Ollivander, we need to go now."


"Until this afternoon Lord Potter," Ollivander spoke to the retreating backs of the foursome softly, mind going over what he would need to bring along for the demonstration.


As they made their way up the street towards Gringotts, Harry saw the front doors to the bank open and nine red haired people walk out with twelve crates floating behind them.


"They looked a little stunned but nothing any worse than that," Remus used his enhanced sight of the wolf for the first time on purpose and grinned that it worked.


When the two groups got within fifty feet of each other Ginny noticed Remus and Harry in front of them, "HARRY," Ginny screamed as she ran towards him.


Seeing Harry, Ron joined in with Ginny in running towards his best mate, "Harry where have you been? Why haven't you answered any of my letters? Why haven't…"


Recoiling slightly at the red heads fast and furious questions, "Whoa there Ron, slow down." Harry held up a hand to hold him off, "Where have I been, I have been here in Toria where I am safe." Eyes turning dark and his face showing his anger, "And as far as replying to your letter it is kind of hard to do when the Dursley's killed Hedwig on the first day back from school. After the third day when no one showed up to check on why no letter was sent, well let’s say that the Dursley's decided me breathing was to freakish for them,” Harry finished, his breathing ragged in anger turning away from the now pale red head.


Feeling the calming hand of Ar'Ron on his shoulder he calmed down enough say with a deep sigh, “Ron can we talk about this later, I really do not want to deal with this right now." Seeing Ron nod his head Harry relaxed somewhat.


Ron was more than a little troubled about hearing about what the Dursley's did to Harry and then adding it to the information he heard at the order meeting, scuffled his shoes on the street, "Sure thing mate, I expect I have some unpacking to do anyway," Ron tried to pull off a weak smile.


Ginny seeing her chance at Harry since his defenses were weakened remembering the past order meeting, pushed past her brother, “HARRY JAMES POTTER, what do you think you are doing with this soul mate nonsense?"


Molly Weasley snapping out of her stupor screamed out, "Ginerva Molly Weasley, just what the bloody hell do you think you are doing, attacking Harry that way?"


Ron seeing Remus and a blond standing next to him was stunned, no it couldn't be he thought, "Malfoy…What is that bloody git doing here? He probably will go right back to daddy and tell him where to find you, bloody Death Eater, "Ron started to rant, anger twisting his features.


Having heard enough Ar'Ron stepped forward and glared at Ginny then Ron, "ENOUGH both of you will shut up right now, your behavior is intolerable. How dare you attack any one verbally or physically."


Ar'Ron waved his hand at Ron and mumbled something under his breath and Ron suddenly was drenched in ice cold water, "There that should cool you off."


Charlie looked over at Bill and said loud enough for everyone to hear, "Bill, Ron's anger problem has gotten worse every year he has come back from Hogwarts and Ginny, this is not Ginny. You don't think…"


Bill’s thoughts turned grim as he walked over to where his brother and sister were standing before suddenly casting two very strong ‘Petrificus Totalus’ at both of them, putting them both into the full body bind.


"Bill Weasley what do you think you are doing…" Molly started to rant in anger her hands balling into fists before reaching for her wand.


Arthur seeing his wife about to curse their son jumped in and quickly cast a full body bind at his wife of many years hoping that Charlie was right and his wife was not turning into a violent person on her own.


Bill walked up to his mother in full curse breaker mode, he used his wand to shape incantations and feel the magic return as it relayed the information the spells sought out. Looking up at his father in shock, Bill told his family, "She has two control charms, a loyalty charm and an anger charm placed on her, Dumbledore's signature is in the magic."


Walking over to his youngest brother, Bill repeated the same scans he did on his mother, "Two anger charms, a distrust charm and several charms that trigger fits of rage." Sighing he turned to his sister and performed the same scans, getting a negative response he almost sighed in relief before he caught the edge of an echo, sensing something was not right Bill changed the scan he was doing for charmed objects. Finding a necklace that seemed to have been woven with many charms Bill reached over and grabbed it breaking the clasp as he pulled it off.


Ginny screamed at Bill, "Give that back, Harry gave that to me it belonged to his mum."
"I thought you would have learned your lesson with the diary," Bill sighed out in disgust as he stared at her.


Harry spoke up for the first time after watching stoned face what bill was doing, "I never gave Ginny any jewelry; I never had any belonging from my mother." Looking over at Ginny Harry tilted his head as he looked at her, "Ginny when did you get this necklace?"


"You gave it to me two days ago, don't you remember?" Ginny sobbed trying to hold onto the fantasy.


Sighing Harry tried again, already knowing the answer but doing it for the benefit of the rest of her family, "Ginny did I personally hand this necklace to you.”


"Of course not, you sent it through Hermione with a message that you loved me…" Ginny stopped in mid stream, "Oh no, not again.”


Bill cast the counter for the body bind on her and she collapsed sobbing into the arms of Percy.
Arthur stiffened as he walked forward getting Bills attention, "Bill to be on the safe side you better scan me also."


Nodding his head Bill performed the same scan on his father, "A Loyalty Charm, multiple Memory Charms, an old Confundus Charm and a mild Cheering Charm."


Harry was trembling slightly in anger, not noticeable unless you were touching him. Ar'Ron leaned over to whisper in his ear, "Mel'Anin it is not your fault. No matter what, the blame lies directly in the lap of Dumbledore."


Harry nodded his head and turned around in Ar'Ron's arms so he was face to face, "Can you do anything to help break the spells on them.”


"I can Lord Potter," said a voice from behind them.


The group turned around towards the new voice to see Severus Snape walking up to them.


”There is a potion that I can brew that will remove all the spells and charms and open them up to Legilimency, which should allow me to make sure no hidden tampering is still in effect," Severus stated calmly as he came to s stop in front of the group. "It will take me four hours to brew the potion and a few moments in each of their minds to look for Albus's magical signature so I can remove the traces and implanted suggestions."


"Thank you Professor it would be appreciated. The sooner these spells are removed from my family the happier I will be." Arthur smiled at the potions master in relief.


Bill stepped over to the potions master, digging into his robe pocket he removed a small wizard’s compass, which he handed over, “Thank you for the help Professor. This compass will lead you to our house, when the potion is done and you are ready to begin. "


"Professor you can use the potion lab in the castle," Harry was distracted as he watched the Weasley’s turn off on a side street.


Joining the group as they walked back up the street towards the castle Severus noticed his godson walking along side Remus, he stumbled in surprise, "Draco, is that you?"


"Yes Godfather," Was Draco's reply a little on the cold side as he refused to look at him.


Ar'Ron seeing the cold contempt plastered on Draco's face sighed as he got the lads attention, "Draco, I know we have not had a chance to sit down and discuss everything that has happened lately, but Harry and I both scanned Severus's memories.” Seeing Draco look at him, “Severus does not know what Lucius is and had no idea what he was doing to you, also as you can plainly see since he is wearing short sleeve shirt, he does not have the dark mark any longer, nor did he take it willingly in the first place."


Draco softened his look when he heard that his godfather was not a servant of the dark lord, nor did he know what evil that man who was his father did to him, slowing down so his godfather could catch up with him, he softly started to talk to him as they walked through the inner wall they quietly caught each other up with the high points of the past week.


About a kilometer away from the castle Ar'Ron and Harry stopped next to a large open lawn, waiting for the others to catch up to them Ar'Ron pulled Harry into an embrace and kissed him tenderly. Ar'Ron noticed the others had caught up and released Harry from his embrace, turning towards Draco, "Well this is as far as we go. This field is the perfect place for you two to practice being in animagus form for your first time."


Remus grinned thinking about Harry following in his father’s footsteps, "I’ll escort Severus to the potions lab, do you need me to bring anything back with me?"


"Could you stop by my study and bring my stave back with you?" Harry was thinking about finishing his stave after practice.


"Oh and Remus could you ask Chan-son to bring us a light but high protein lunch around noon, he and I can get acquainted then and go over the menus for tomorrow night?" Ar'Ron smiled as Remus nodded and waved back.


Since he had been concentrating on his godson during the walk, Severus was not paying close attention to his surroundings, in any other situation that would have proven deadly for the potions master. Looking around he saw what looked like another wall, though it did have too many windows in it he thought. He did not see any castle though so he decided to ask where it was, "Just out of curiosity Harry you said there is a castle that you live in around here somewhere?" He really did not think the question was that far off base to cause Draco to start snickering loudly at his question, he was about to say something when he noticed that Draco was pointing up. Following his godson's arm up he saw nothing but wall, until he kept looking up and slowly it dawned on him that mountain in the distance was really the castle. "Bloody hell," Severus muttered as Remus dragged him off.


"Ok you two let’s make ourselves comfortable,” Ar'Ron sat down on the ground and crossed his legs in front of him. Waiting until Harry and Draco sat down in front of him and made themselves comfortable. "First thing, what will work for Harry will not work for you Draco; Harry being Elven needs a part of the creature he will turn into. That part will bond into his very essence making it easier on him to transform as the animagus form is already part of him.” Seeing Draco nod he smiled, “Draco you one the other hand, will have to trust me enough to open your mind up to me so that I can guide you through your essence to find the animal that is your form. After finding your form I will then project into your mind every detail of the animal I know, and then kick start your magic to realize that it can do the transformation; are you with me so far?"


Getting nods of agreement back from the two of them he continued, “I’ll help Harry first as his will be the easiest of the transformations,” Ar’Ron turned and smiled at his mate, “Harry you are an Archer Eagle. This is a magical bird that stands about five feet tall and is immune to all forms of magic cast against it, unlike a dragon which can eventually be overwhelmed an Archer Eagle is immune to all forms of magic except its own. While Phoenix are creatures of light and considered the embodiment of all things light, Archer Eagles are considered the guardians of magic itself.


The weapons of an Archer Eagle are talons and diamond sharp beak. But the really neat one is that the Archer Eagle can fire its feathers like an arrow, when the Archer Eagle rolls up its wings like scrolls, it will drop extremely fast towards its target and it will whip out its wings, which snaps out from one to several feathers that have a barbed point that is as deadly as any arrow.


Depending on the color of your feathers determines if you have any interesting elemental gifts, unfortunately you have no active control over them. For example if the silver feathers, shimmer red then they will be as hot as lava and upon impact will burn anything they come into contact with.


Now the first time you transform I want you to silently count to twenty and transform back to your normal form. It is one of the hardest things turning back the first time as the thrill of the animal will try to overpower your human or in your case your Elven half," Ar'Ron explained the instructions. Standing up Ar'Ron stretched as he moved a few meters away, "Harry, come on over here, well away from Draco, you will need some room for the transformation, and we want to keep Draco out of reach of your beak for your first transformation.”


"Good luck Harry," Draco grinned as he walked to the other side of the street to stand well away from Ar'Ron, just to be safe.


Walking over to where Ar'Ron was standing Harry stopped in front of him, he was excited and a little nervous.


"Don't be nervous, just remember a twenty count after you transform before transforming back." Ar'Ron told him as he saw Remus walk back out of the castle and sit down next to where Draco was, moving behind Harry he placed his hands on each of Harry's temples. "Relax and close your eyes, as I feed you information on the Archer Eagle at some point you will get the feeling that you have re-united with a long lost friend. It is at this point I will push at your magic starting the transformation," Ar'Ron whispered softly as the information flowed from him into Harry. All of a sudden Ar'Ron felt Harry get to the point he was talking about and pushed his magic towards Harry whispering to Harry’s magical core that this form was part of him.


To Remus and Draco’s amazement after about ten minutes of Ar'Ron and Harry standing there with their eyes closed, which Draco used to inform Remus about Harry's form, a loud pop interrupted their discussion, looking over to where Harry once stood, they saw a tall regal looking bird, with blue shimmering running down the feathers and a twenty foot wingspan.


Harry stood there inside his magical core listening to Ar'Ron's voice echo in the area from outside his core, the more he listened to the voice the more a shape started to form just outside his core. Finally the shape took form and Harry thought it was beautiful; it was perfect he thought, he felt as if he knew this other form as well as he knew his own. As soon as he thought that he felt his core reach out and grab the form of the Archer Eagle and wrench it inside his core. When the magnificent bird was inside his core standing right in front of him, he reached out and touched it, and that was all it took to cause him to transform.


Ar'Ron watched in pride as his lover took to his new form without any pain or struggling, he counted down slowly from twenty to zero just in case Harry had trouble and needed help back to his base form, after twenty seconds Harry appeared in his normal form and started to collapse in exhaustion reaching out quickly Ar’Ron caught him before he had a chance to hit the ground. Holding on tight as he helped Harry back across the street to where the others were sitting, Ar'Ron gently lowered Harry back onto the ground to rest.


"Wow, I need to catch my breath," Harry panted in exhaustion.


Draco was in awe, "Harry you were magnificent, your feathers shimmered blue like ice does on a sunny day."


"Each time you transform it will feel less draining, all you need now is to practice. As much as you want to fly high and free, please stay low and over this area of the lawn for today in cases I need to rescue you or you exhaust yourself and transform back unexpectedly," Ar'Ron smile at Harry who was resting with his eyes closed, Ar'Ron then went over and sat down behind Draco and pulled him in close to his lap, resting his hands on either side of Draco's temples he whispered to the young blond to relax.


While Ar'Ron and Draco were busy, Remus and Harry chatted several meters away in between Harry's practicing his transformations. Seeing Ar'Ron get up and move around to sit in front of Draco Harry hurried over to hear what form Draco was going to take.


Draco opened his eyes to see Harry plop down next to Ar'Ron who had this sad smile on his face.
"Please tell me I have a form," Draco pleaded afraid of the sad look.


"You have a form, though I am not sure you are going to like it all that much," Ar'Ron shook his head sadly.


Draco was nervous, "Please tell me it is a nice large form, something that can be nasty." Seeing Ar'Ron not lose his sad smile and just turn his head as if to appraise him he started to panic, "Oh no, tell me I am not some small little bug, or worse some foul little beast." Still no response Draco had this horrid thought come into his head, "NO PLEASE DON'T TELL ME I AM FOOD."


Snickering turned to giggles which turned to laughter as Harry could not take Draco panicking anymore, "Stop teasing the poor guy and tell him already."


Ar'Ron smirked at Draco prank over for now, "No you’re not food; you for the most part do the eating. Draco you are a Saber tooth tiger."


Seeing the look of utter relief on Draco's face Ar'Ron asked, "Ready to try for transformation?"
Eager to get started Draco nodded his head in relief.


Laughing at the eagerness Draco showed, "Do not forget that a twenty count than transform back." Ar'Ron warned him sternly.


Ar'Ron Turned Draco around so the only thing he would see when he transformed was an empty lawn, no need to tempt fate he thought. Repeating the same procedure as he did with Harry, Ar'Ron guided Draco through the same process until a huge four hundred pound cat stood where Draco once sat. Knowing that this might be the only transformation Draco could go through today Ar'Ron counted down from twenty and when he reached one and Draco was still in his form he reached over and chopped the bush of hair off the end of Draco's tail.


Draco could not hold the transformation any longer and feeling something attack his tail transformed back to human form after being startled and fell over, hitting the ground he looked up from where he was sitting exhausted, he felt like he had run all out all around the grounds ten circuits more than normal. "I think I will just sit here and rest." Draco got out between pants.


Laughing Ar'Ron gathered up the hairs and placed them in a jar he conjured up and set them over on the table next to Draco's stave ingredients. Seeing Harry land over by Remus Ar'Ron called out, "Harry before transforming I want you to nip out one of your tail feathers for your stave."


Harry reached down with his beak and ruffled his tail feathers before choosing one of the longer ones and taking the base in his beak he gave a mighty yank, transforming in mid screech, "Bloody hell that hurt" Harry yelled out as he rubbed his butt.


"Yes well if you would have gently pulled it would not have hurt as bad," Ar'Ron shook his head before turning away and grinning, "Anyway lunch is one its way," Ar'Ron pointed to Chan-son and Itsy as they approached the group loaded down with food.

ROTK Chapter 6 part 2

Of course all the part 2 chapters when it gets done will be given their own chapters

have not got much doen this week, becuase of puppy training {missy}, you know its pretty bad when you look forward to going to work so you can get some writing done, and at work there is not a whole lot of time for that either.




Chuckling at the two young men’s faces as the realization hit them, Ar’Ron sat there contemplating the young blond before he looked at his mate, “Harry I need for you to put on your Lord mask for a moment, I need to ask a couple of questions of Lord Black.”



Ar’Ron watched Harry’s face as the mask slipped into place and smiled at Draco in a reassuring way as he saw him go from joyous to concerned in an instant, “Do you want Draco to be schooled to his true potential?”


Not sure where this was going Harry looked at Draco and then back to Ar’Ron, “I do, I wish for him to be allowed to learn as much as he can handle”


“Before I get into the plan I have come up with, as Lord Black I need for you to officially turn control of all matters involving Draco’s schooling to me.” Seeing the extreme confusion on both young men’s faces along with Narcissa’s, Ar’Ron continued his thought and explained what he was going after, “Under the old laws that are now back in effect Dumbledore could try to make trouble come September when school starts up again, Narcissa even though she is Draco’s mother, in the eyes of the law is considered as a teenager now that you dissolved her marriage and welcomed her back into the family.” Ar’Ron saw the realization dawn in Narcissa’s eyes, “Even though you sat her down and told her she is to consider herself an adult and act in her own interests, the old law considers the matter of her son differently.”


“Which in this case works to our advantage as everyone else is used to playing out of the current rulebook, which is no longer valid, while we will play out of the old one, which is now law. The imbeciles will be falling all over themselves trying to find out what is going on.” Ar’Ron laughed, “Also due to the fact you are a Lord you become a legal adult in the Wizarding world, and the fact I declared you a legal adult in the Elven world just adds to the chaos as far as wizards are concerned. The problem that could come up if Dumbledore researches it is this, under the old laws Lords were not recognized while still in school, so under the old laws while a student still in school you cannot be Lord Potter owner of Hogwarts, but would need a guardian. In the old days unless you had a named regent it was the headmaster that filled that, in this case as your soul mate and King I can be regent and make sure your wishes are carried out. And as Lord Black you have the power to appoint a guardian for any of your vassals…” Ar’Ron was interrupted by Harry.


“Because I am still a student as Lord Black I am curtailed, but I can appoint Draco a guardian now and bypass Dumbledore’s attempts of manipulating me through him,” Harry finished as the explanation came home.


Looking at Draco before turning towards his soul mate, Harry told him, “I Lord Black appoint you Ar’Ron of Astarii Draco’s full guardian in all matters involving one Draco Malfoy , ward of the ancient and Noble house of Black.”


“You realize I was only going after rights pertaining to schooling?” Ar’Ron asked him, double checking to make sure harry understood what he had just done.


“I know but as it hit me with what you were trying to do, I thought of a couple instances that it would be better for you to speak up for Draco’s interests instead of Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived schoolyard nemesis to Draco Malfoy.” Harry told him thoughtfully, trying to come up with a way to be out from under Dumbledore’s thumb; Ar’Ron had to have an idea since he only asked for guardianship of Draco.


“True, very true,” Ar’Ron pulled Harry across the foot of the bed into a hug laying a soft kiss on his lips, “now that the spells and enchantments Dumbledore placed on you are gone, you are turning into one fine young man who I love deeply.”


Retuning his attention to Draco, Ar’Ron turned serious, “Draco I want you to know fully what it would mean to have me as your guardian under the old laws. I would, with your wishes taken into consideration, have final say over your schooling. Also you would be an adult at seventeen, but under the old laws the year until your eighteenth birthday is considered an easing in period, so I would still be your guardian until you turn eighteen.”


Looking at Harry smiles of encouragement Draco thought about it, “I guess I understand, I’m all for not being controlled by Dumbledore, and I know I can trust you, along with harry as being the best choice of Guardians.”


“Ok then you will be joining Harry in his summer lessons, you will have lessons in the morning with most afternoons free to work on private study, though you will spend from one to three in the afternoon on Monday and Thursday with the goblin I hire to oversee your estate learning business management.” Ar’Ron smiled as he worked out Draco’s schedule in his mind. “By the end of the summer you should know enough to be able to make informed decisions about your finances that I will either approve or tell you why not and the reasons behind my decision. By the summer between your seventeenth birthday and eighteenth birthday I expect you to be running your estate, with me looking over your shoulder as you make all the decisions.”


Taking in Draco’s soft body, it was toned but not in the best shape it could be, “I also want you to join Harry and I in our morning exorcize program. It will build endurance and you will learn skills in unarmed combat that will amaze you, especially when you start learning to channel your magic through your body to enhance those skills.” Ar’Ron snickered at Draco’s shocked look, “Imagine losing your wand in a fight, right now you would be pretty helpless, but when I am finished with both of you, you will have learned to go ahead and fight hand to hand with your opponent and channel a stunner or more through skin contact with your hands.” Ar’Ron grinned at their looks as he finished his outline of the training he would be putting them through, “Pretty handy if I do say so myself, this is of course subject to change as you gain knowledge in the studies I set for you.”


Changing the subject briefly Ar’Ron asked Draco for his opinion on Malfoy manor, “Draco we will be at Gringotts after lunch to meet with a few people and Severus at 2:00 p.m. I should know more about your finances then but do you wish me to sell off the manor and contents?”


Draco looked over at his mother and saw her nod her head ever so slightly, “I think so, after talking with mother, I think I want a fresh start. Too many bad memories and harsh feelings connected with the Malfoy name, to bad I can’t get rid of being a Malfoy and take a new name, one not tarnished beyond redemption,” Draco sighed in resignation.


Looking at Ar’Ron for support and seeing him nod Harry hesitated before broaching a subject they had been discussing on and off ever since Draco arrived, “Draco there is a way to do what you just wished, a ritual can be performed that would in essence change your magical core aligning it with a new family. THE good thing is that any Malfoy gifts would not be lost as those are genetic, but you would take on some new gifts of the adopting family. In the olden days this was done by the old families to expand magical gifts into their bloodlines, if there were no daughters, sons would be exchanged and the ritual preformed to both thus adopting them and their gifts into the line.”


“Next week sometime we will sit down and talk about when we will do this, but as your Lord I have to tell you I will enjoy welcoming the newest Black to the family.” Harry smiled, “and as a friend I think it is about time you got to live the way you want for a change.”


Standing up Ar’Ron grinned as he pulled Draco off the bed, “Enough of the depressing stuff; how about a tour of your new home, your rooms are next to ours, I think you’ll enjoy them.”


Draco raced out the door into the common room, Harry watched him disappear, chuckling at the antics of the young blond, “Well I guess he told us.”


Following Draco out of the Infirmary they found him to be walking around the large common room looking through each arch he came across so he could see what was on the other side as he passed, stopping in front of the only room that had doors, he slowly opened them and stepped inside.


Following Draco into the Library Harry spoke up, “Two galleons he freaks.”


“You’re on,” Ar’Ron smirked in reply, he felt Draco would freeze instead.


“What are the two of you talking about?” Narcissa asked, confused at the one sided conversation.


“Draco just went into the family library,” Harry told her as they walked into the wing.


Disappointed that Draco was standing at the railing not moving; Harry walked up to him and looked out into the room, “What do you think Draco?” Not hearing a response Harry turned and waved his hand in front of Draco’s face with no response. “Well I was not expecting this.” Harry mumbled.


Deciding the best way to snap Draco back to reality, Harry smirked evilly while focusing his magic in his left hand until it glowed softly, placing his hand on the back of Draco’s exposed neck he whispered, ‘tyr’


Laughing as Draco jumped off the ground with a scream, Ar’Ron whispered to Harry. “Mel’Anin o eisi masol sai kaer si cal os Aelor tarol” [You are starting to get the hang of Elvish casting.]


Walking up to Draco and putting his arm across his shoulder Ar’Ron pointed out the different levels, ignoring the glares Draco was directing towards Harry, “The first two levels have all known tomes on Wizarding magic ever written, the library is spelled to bring a copy here as soon as it is written. It will also magically correct any fallacies in the text by inserting a annotation that points the reader to the correct information. The third level deals with magic from the differing races, with the final three dealing with Elvish magic. For now you can only access the first three levels of the library.” Ar’Ron said as he steered the blond out of the library, “I am sure you will find plenty of time to explore to your hearts content.”


Leading Draco up the stairs into a small common area, “This is the third floor where the family rooms are,” Ar’Ron let him look around for a moment, “Your mother’s rooms are down that hall through the rose arch, first door on the left. Your rooms are down the hall by the waterfall, last door on your right which is across the hall from Harry’s office / study. The door at the end of the hall leads to the set of rooms Harry and I stay in, so you are right next door to us if you need to talk to us about anything.” Pointing to the rest of the halls Ar’Ron told him, “The other three halls lead to empty single bedrooms and are set up for extended family for visits, so only a single room with bed and wardrobe.”


Pointing at the staircase next to the waterfall, “The fourth floor is the administrative section of the palace for the Elven realm, my office is up there. The fifth and sixth floors right now are storage but could be turned into anything needed,” Ar’Ron finished his verbal tour.


Holly popped in before they could go lead Draco to his rooms, bowing she looked at Ar’Ron, “Majesty strange elf showed up at castle. Brings boxes says belongs to Miss and Sir. Holly puts boxes in Miss and Sirs rooms. Strange elf says he belongs here now.”


“Did the strange elf give a name Holly?” Harry was perplexed, he wasn’t expecting any house elves to be bringing over Draco’s and Narcissa’s belongings.


“Calls himself Dinky he does.” Holly answered back smugly.


Narcissa perked up at that, “That would be our house elf Sir” She told them smiling knowing the manor was now sealed tight and Lucius could not enter it.


Looking at Narcissa appraisingly for a few moments Ar’Ron told Holly to bring Dinky to the family dining room, as soon as they had shown Draco his rooms they would be down for lunch.


While Ar’Ron talked with Narcissa and Holly, Harry walked down the hall with Draco, he stopped in front of the door five meters or so from his and Ar’Ron’s bedroom, “This will be your rooms Draco,” Harry smiled as he opened the door, he wanted to get a good look at Draco’s face when he saw the rooms for the first time.


Walking in Draco noticed the nice size sitting area with two doors leading off on either side, a large magical window with window seat opposite of the door they were standing in, the room was a mix of building and forest and larger than his bedroom back at Malfoy manor he had to ask, “Harry as soon as I got out of the infirmary I noticed something, it’s like some jungle has taken over the house, what gives?”


Harry started laughing, “Draco this is the Elven way of living in harmony with nature, I actually like it a lot better than the standard of keeping your living area separate from outside. If you want to change things around, maybe change the plants you can, get with Inky or Thistle to change out the plants to more suit your needs.” Picking one of the red fruits off the vines around the window Harry held it out so Draco could take it, “This is Elven Red fruit, very sweet and refreshing, packs more caffeine in it than five cups of coffee, your morning caffeine fix right next to your bed, how convenient is that.”


“Ar’Ron linked his Palace to the Potter Castle using extremely advanced Elven magic, the family wing is actually in the Elven Palace, which is called Natures Palace. Talk about being safe,” Harry grinned at Draco before pointing out the extra rooms, “That is your den, office and all around study complete with book cases and desk.” Finishing the tour Harry opened the French style doors to the bedroom, “Here is your bedroom and trust me when I say the prefects bathroom leaves much to be desired compared to the one in here, wait until you try out the whirlpool / hot tub, the perfect way to relax stressed tired muscles after a long workout.”


Seeing the look on Draco’s face, Harry noticed he was being overwhelmed, “Let’s go join the others and get something to eat, afterwards you can explore and unpack.”


Draco nodded his head in agreement and started to walk out of the room slightly dazed, glancing back over his shoulder as he left his rooms; it was like having a small apartment inside a large home, and something he had never had before. Meeting up with the others where they left them he walked down the steps and entered the dining room.


As Narcissa sat down she noticed Dinky standing in the corner looking lost and very fearful, frowning in thought, back to when she was growing up and how by example she learned how to deal with house elves, she then thought of the past couple of days and seeing how the house elves were treated here as equals and how they went out of their way to serve and make those they served happy. Such devotion she thought they would even die to protect their masters, no not masters, those they willingly chose to serve, there was a difference. She found to her delight she much preferred the feeling of being chosen as worthy than being a master over another.


“Dinky,” Narcissa smiled as she called out, seeing the little elf jump hearing his name, she lowered her voice after softening it, “I am glad to see you.”


The little house elf was shocked and stepped halfway from where he was standing to his mistress’s side.


Taking another look at how undressed and slavish Dinky looked compared to the proud elves and Impare’ that worked around the home, a uniform change was in order she thought, “My Lord a favor if I may,” Narcissa asked as she looked over at Harry.


Deep in conversation with Ar’Ron and Draco over the pros and cons of fruiting vines in the office, near the bookcases Harry heard Narcissa ask him very formally for a favor. Turning towards where she was sitting he gave her his undivided attention.


Seeing Harry turn towards her she asked, “My Lord if I may, Dinky is my house elf and I am not comfortable with his uniform as it is at present and request permission to change it.”


Harry blinked in surprise, “I need to make sure I know if you really know what you are asking.”


Sitting a little higher in her chair Narcissa replied evenly, “Indeed my Lord, Remus filled me in last night on the history of the Impare’ and even after only a few days I much prefer someone who chooses me versus one who is enslaved to me.”


Ar’Ron had stopped to listen to Narcissa ask her question, and was pleased at her understanding and demeanor, she had taken a large leap forward. Smiling at her he nodded his approval and then went back to the conversation with Draco.


Seeing Ar’Ron smile his nod of approval at her made her feel giddy with delight, like she had confronted the most important test and passed with flying colors.


Harry responded by thinking out loud, “Dobby wears the royal uniform, but in the colors of the house of Potter, so a uniform in the same style but in the house colors of the house of Black would be appropriate I suppose. Get with Remus later for any tips on making the transition; he seems to be making strides with Winky.” Harry became concerned as he noticed someone missing, “Speaking of Remus has anyone seen him since this morning?”


“Now that I think on it, he really should have been gone only a couple of hours at most,” Ar’Ron said with some concern of his own, “If he is not back by the time we get back from Gringotts we shall go after him.”


Looking up at the grandfather clock by the door Harry realized it was time to go, as it was almost 1:00p.m, “Okay I will give him a couple more hours, but after that we go find him.”


“If you two will excuse us, we have a meeting to go to, if you need anything please ask Minky for help. In fact if you have any suggestions for changing your rooms please pass them on to Minky. We should be back in time for supper, if not we will make sure to get a note to you,” Ar’Ron waved as he left the table and joined Harry walking out of the room.


“Draco dear I am going to take Dinky with me to help unpack do you want me to ask Minky to help you?” Narcissa folded her napkin and placed it next to her empty plate.


Draco thought he would like to spend some time alone thinking on the things he and Harry had talked about so he shook his head, “That is alright mother, I think a little mindless work is just what I need right now.”


Stopping at the landing to the steps going down to the castle, Ar’Ron pulled Harry close and kissed him passionately showing him that he loved him with actions. Looking up into the eyes of his soul mate Harry saw the love in them, taking strength from the love offered Harry took a deep breath, “I’m ready.” Together they turned and walked down the stairs and across the transport step; walking down the short hall to the great entry they heard all kinds of commotion.


Walking into the hall they found instead of the controlled chaos of a surprise move of the government, bedlam. Listening to some of the yelling and screaming wizard’s conversations and the sheer pettiness of the complaints Harry grew angry. “Now I know why the Wizarding world is in such dire straits, listen to them,” Harry in anger waved his hand to take in the surroundings of Wizards making fools of themselves.


“You’re right Mel’Anin and I’m going to put a stop to this right now,” Ar’Ron took several steps forward and started to glow as he let his anger pull his magic towards the visible range. Then he started to float several meters off the floor, hair flowing back as if a strong wind was blowing, his eyes beaming deep green, whites no longer visible, all in all the very epitome of pissed off Elven King. “YOU WILL BE SILENT!” Ar’Ron roared out as a bolt of lightening hit the floor in front of him and the resulting thunder knocked most backwards.


Arthur Weasley turned towards the sound of the booming voice, he saw this glowing figure hovering several meters off the floor with a magical aura surrounding him the like he had never seen before. Looking past him he saw Harry Potter standing next to him, seeing his chance to go over and check on the lad Arthur yelled out, “HARRY, OVER HERE.”


Walking quickly towards Harry he stopped when he saw that Harry’s eyes were glowing green, looking up he saw that Harry’s eyes were glowing in anger the same strange way of the floating elf.


“I have met better behaved toddlers than you lot,” Ar’Ron scolded them as he slowly floated down to the ground.


“Who do you think you are, disrupting the Ministry like this, what right do you have to take over control, when the Minister finds out…”


Arthur winced at the rising voice of his estranged third son, Percy. He prayed with all his might that he wouldn’t go home tonight to his wife to explain that their third born had been splattered all over the walls of the castle.


“You want to know by what right I had this done Percy?” Harry asked anger increasing causing him to glow and float several inches off the ground just like Ar’Ron had been.


“Look closely all of you,” Harry snarled out as he held both his hands out so that the five rings were very visible. “Each of these rings proclaims me as Lord of one of the houses of the Council of Twelve, notice that there are FIVE of them, All by myself I can convene the Council not even counting the four others.”


Sneering at Percy Harry continued his angry rant, “And your hero Percy, the man you gave up your family for is sitting in a cell right now awaiting a trial, a trial I might mention he cannot buy is way out of, he will be tried by the Council of Twelve and when found guilty, for indeed he is guilty of the charges, I will take great pleasure watching as his magic is ripped from his very soul, leaving behind an enemy that will no longer be a threat to Wizarding kind.” His rage leaving him he slowly came back to the ground.


Ar’Ron then spoke to the shocked and silent group of department heads, “I picked out your offices and what size they are have no meaning on importance, nor is the location,

All of you better have your act together by Monday morning when the rest of your staff arrives. And I better never hear any of the petty squabbling like I have today.” Ar’Ron pointed to the city guards who had been trying to calm tempers, “You will all line up and follow Alastor to swear an oath of loyalty to the Council. This oath will be by blood and by magic, you will swear by your oath to do everything to nurture the Wizarding world around you. Ar’Ron finished with so much venom he was glowing the same color as the killing curse which scared the bureaucrats to the point some of them wet themselves in fear, “It is time to grow up. 54 million witches and wizards have died in this thousand year squabble between all of you. IT STOPS NOW, you better pray to whatever deity you believe in that Wizarding kind grows up, because if it doesn’t I shall rip the magic out of each and every soul, witch or wizard and start over.”


In the silence that followed Percy made his way over to Harry, stopping less than ammeter away, “Bill and Charlie both warned me that I should not break with the family, Fred and George told me to ignore the goings on and be myself.” He shook his head sadly, “All I could see is how much Dumbledore controlled my parents and used them as pawns in his game of light against dark.”

Percy’s voice carried as he told all of them, “I feared for the Weasley family. I took the easy way out hoping to ensure that at least one Weasley male survived to carry on the family name and traditions. Once I took that path I didn’t know how to go back, every time I thought I was getting a handle on things I ended up being sucked deeper and deeper into the same chaos I loathed, and in turn I added to it to ensure my safety.”


Kneeling down before Harry, head bowed Percy held his wand in both his hands, raising it up to Harry. Percy recited the vow of vassals to their Liege Lord.


“By my blood,” Percy stared at Harry as blood started to drip from his hands and pool magically a foot below his hands in mid air.


“By my Magic,” Magic started glowing in thin ropes out of his wand and joining the pool of blood causing it to glow and pulse.


“I Percy Ignatius Weasley third born son of the line of Weasley,” The light grew stronger.


“Pledge on my very soul,” The pulsing now matched his heartbeat.


“I and all my descendants shall forever serve,” The blood and magic started to spin.


“You and yours LORD POTTER” Percy bowed his head, “Forevermore.”


Feeling the ancient magic gathering Harry had a choice, deny Percy and watch as the magic he called into being lashed back and killed him or accept what was offered giving Percy a second chance.


Hearing the end of the magical vow, feeling the magic gathered, Harry picked up the wand out of Percy’s hand and willed a sharp point to appear at the end, using it he nicked his finger allowing a drop of blood to fall into the pulsing spinning pool.


“SO MOTE IT BE!” The magic spoke as the pool grew to an intense bright white and flew into the chest of Percy who was kneeling head bowed.


Harry tired of the drama, simply told him, “Rise Percy,” holding out Percy’s wand so he could take it back.


Percy stood up and took his wand back and bowed, “I am yours to command my Lord.”


Stepping forward and placing his arm over Harry’s shoulder Ar’Ron pointed to the desk under the Potter crest “Percy it might not look like much, but the person who runs the department of castle information, he and his employees are the gateway to the government and one of the government’s strongest or weakest links.” Waiting until Percy looked over at the desk Ar’Ron told him, “Take up the head of that department Percy, we will speak again later next week.”


Kingsley and Dargoth approached, each gave the pair a slight bow and a my lord and my Prince respectively.


“Seven of the wizards from the list and twenty five Goblins are assembled in the hall of judgment awaiting the chance to give their oath of loyalty,” Kingsley told them, hoping they would take the time to hire and accept the oaths of loyalty so they had help controlling the mob.


“And might I suggest that you do so quickly, we can use all the help we can containing that lot,” Dargoth sneered in disgust at the wizards behind him.


Ar’Ron and Harry looked at each other and back at the crowd, nodding their heads in agreement they followed Kingsley and Dargoth around the wall the Potter Crest was on and into the hall of Judgment. Looking over the wizards as they passed seeing no one he recognized, Harry asked if Tonks was on the list of those to be contacted.


Alastor overhearing Harry’s question thumped over, “As much as I would like to get the lass on the team, she has not done anything or said anything one way or the other which would tell me which side she is on, until she does I can’t take the chance of contacting her.”


Saying it loud enough the others could overhear “Love, remind me when we are at Gringotts to recall Andromeda to the family,” Harry said more for the others to hear than needing reminding.


“All right you lot stand fast,” Alastor yelled to the assembled guards as he pulled his knife from his belt and motioned for them to begin.


Thirty two hands whipped up, thirty two knifes cut palms allowing blood to drip, and thirty two voices rose in unison to give an oath of blood and magic.


“I swear on my blood and my magic to uphold the laws of Toria. I swear to protect the innocents of Toria from darkness and evil By my Blood, by my Magic I vow to follow the Lord of Toria Lord Potter, ruler of Toria my magic is yours to command.”


“By your vow to me, hear my vow. I vow to protect the innocents of Toria, to punish the guilty, and to rule justly as my ancestors did before me,” Harry told them somberly as he accepted their oath.


Ar’Ron standing next to Harry placed his palms flat against each other, as he pulled them apart a glowing orb or magic formed; extending his hands over his head the orb grew quickly to large proportions. “Shi tyraer eir toria kes” Ar’Ron intoned as he threw the ball of magic into the group on newly sworn in guards. Once the glow dimmed enough for every one to see, where once stood thirty two goblins and wizards, now stood thirty two beings clothed in red and gold Elven battle clothes with the Potter crest on the cloaks.


“We really need to get going, it’s almost quarter till 2:00 p.m. I want to be back by 3:00 p.m. and if Remus isn’t back by then…” Harry voice trailed off as he walked out of range heading towards the door.


“Remus is missing?” Kingsley looked surprised, and looked at Ar’Ron for an explanation.


“Maybe, he went off on an errand that should have taken two hours at most, this morning he went to Japan to hire some help for our kitchens, he should have been back by lunch at the latest since he left at seven this morning,” Ar’Ron followed Harry out of the hall.


Dargoth turned towards Kingsley after his majesty left, “We need to find Remus before the Prince gets back, Japan might not survive his anger if he finds Remus injured or worse.”


Kingsley pulled his map out of his pocket and glanced at it, “The international port key station is on the first floor by the painting of the island scene, let’s go.”


Sokurn yelled out at the retreating backs, “What do you want us to do?”


Dargoth replied as he hit the door, “Be prepared for our call, and try to keep that lot of fools under control.”




Severus was slightly nervous as he looked at he doors to Gringotts, he had ten minutes until his appointment with Trazthorn, and in ten minutes he would find out if he had a future or continue a life of servitude. Steeling himself he walked into the bank and joined the shortest line waiting for a free goblin. Watching the person in front of him leave, Severus stepped in front of the now free goblin, “I am Severus Snape I have an appointment with Trazthorn at two.”


The goblin gave him a searching look before nodding, “Indeed, if you will follow me please.” Placing a closed sign on his desk he hopped off his stool, the little goblin then led the potions master through the doorway behind his desk and through the maze of hallways that made the Gringotts office area, twice stepping through silver archways.
Finally the goblin stopped in front of a door and knocked, hearing the gruff ‘come’ in he led the potions master into the rooms and closed the door as he left.


Looking up from his desk, Trazthorn saw the wizard from last night, pointing to the empty seat in front of his desk he watched the man sit in the seat offered to him, face telling him he was on the verge of loosing all hope. “Ah Mr. Snape perfect timing, I have good news for you,” Trazthorn watched closely, seeing the glint of hope firmly start to show behind Snape’s eyes.


“I took the liberty of resetting the wards on your family vault personally, so you must re-key any one back in you want to have access. Also one of my teams that was sent out last night broke through Dumbledore’s wards and un-sealed your manor, the teams also swept the manor for any hidden traps or surprises and removed them.” Trazthorn told him as he slid a small wooden ring box across his desk, “We also placed new wards around your estate, made it unplottable and keyed them to allow only the person wearing the family ring to enter, and you can key others in later at your convenience.”


Opening the box Severus removed the ring and placed it on his index finger; he felt the warmth as the magic accepted him as the rightful heir. Closing his eyes tightly he let several tears of joy fall down his face, “Thank you, however can I repay you for giving me my life back?”


Giving the wizard a few moments Trazthorn replied slowly, “No payment is necessary, his Majesty paid for our service.”


“If you would follow me Lord Potter asked for a moment of your time, as he is in the bank today,” Trazthorn stood up and walked around his desk.


Blinking back to reality Severus rolled over in his mind what he was told, ‘His Majesty paid for… Majesty?’ “Did I hear you correctly? Who is his majesty?” Severus asked as he rushed to catch up with the goblin.


Opening the door to lead the wizard to Lord Potter’s managers office area, Trazthorn told him, “Why Lord Potters soul mate, his Majesty King Ar’Ron of the True Elves.”


A very stunned and shocked potions master walked into the sitting area and stopped in shock hearing that Potter had a true elf as a soul mate.




Walking into the headquarters branch of Gringotts Ar’Ron and Harry were met by several goblin guards manning the doors who quickly opened them so they could enter, walking into the lobby they saw one lone goblin teller behind one of the desks.


Looking up from his paper work, the newly promoted head teller for the headquarters branch noticed two people walking towards him, he jumped off his stool as he recognized them immediately, “My Prince, Majesty, can I be of help to you today? Or are you going to your offices to speak with your managers?” He asked with a bow.


Smirking at the uncomfortable feelings Harry was giving off, Ar’Ron answered for the two of them, “Just popping in to speak with the managers today.”


The little goblin nodded his head and went to the wall behind his desk, using his fingernail he drew a door on the wall, after opening the door he stepped back to allow the two to enter and be on their way.


After a short walk down the hallway they entered the lounge area for the manager’s office that handled Harry’s accounts, opening the door they walked in to see all the goblins working and two unknown goblins, one talking to Griphook and the other talking to Wyrmbane the Hogwarts Manager.


Traxog notice Harry Potter and his Majesty walk into the office, He quickly snapped his head around towards the little table near the conference table to make sure the communication box was not glowing and they had not seen it as they were busy working. Confused Traxog asked, “Lord Potter, Majesty did we forget an appointment? Is something not to your liking?”


Hearing the name of their lord being mentioned, all the goblins froze from what they were doing and looked towards the communication box before looking up towards the door where Harry and Ar’Ron stood.


“No nothing like that, we had to be at the bank on another matter and I wanted to stop by and notify you of some new developments and ask a couple of questions,” Harry walked to the head of the table and sat down.


Griphook spoke up, “How fortuitous that you stopped by, we just finished receiving the reports from the audits you asked for.”


“That was fast.” Ar’Ron looked over to him as he sat down next to Harry.


“The money trail was easy to follow Majesty,” the little goblin in front of Griphook bowed.


Ar’Ron conjured up parchment and ink for eight and placed it on the conference table.


Seeing the ink and parchment appear on the table all the goblins quickly found their seats at the table. Once seated Griphook pointed towards their two guests, “My Prince, we discovered that there indeed was misappropriation of funds from the Malfoy accounts. Quite large sums totaling around five million galleons. Contract penalties being what they are a sum was seized of ten million galleons and deposited back into the Malfoy transition vault due to the seizing and closing of all other vaults.”


Griphook consulted his notes, “We also found by tracing the money trail over the past ten years another ten million galleons in several hidden vaults under other names. Bringing the total up to thirty two million galleons after the liquidation of jewels and such that was in the vaults. If you would sell the manor another two million galleons could be added.”


“And we have found evidence of theft from the school accounts by the current headmaster and going back two previous ones, they must have set it up as a way to get an added bonus. They had padded the books so to say there were an extra fourteen teachers that really do not exist.” Griphook told them, trailing off as he noticed the anger burning in Harry’s eyes.


“That bastard,” Harry hissed through clenched teeth, “we’ll go with the current plan, when asked why the pay has yet to be disbursed make sure the teachers have to come to the bank in person to do paperwork or some other excuse before payments can be made to the individual.”


“I am sure we can come up with some appropriate red tape my Prince,” Griphook sat back feeling the anger roll off of Harry in waves.

“Very thorough, thank you Griphook,” Harry told him as he controlled his anger as he turned to face the Black family manager. “Glathrock if you would, reinstate Narcissa’s monthly allowance and deposit it into a vault under her direct control and next time she is in give her the key and a money pouch please.”


Seeing Glathrock scribbling notes Harry told him, “Oh also Draco, who by the way next week will no longer be a Malfoy, but be welcomed into the family as a Black will need a small investment vault. I want to set him up with a monthly allowance of two thousand five hundred galleons and turn the transition vault over to his guardian. Please note that Ar’Ron has accepted the role of guardian under the old laws for Draco.” Harry stared at him for a moment, waiting until he had caught up with his note taking, “One last thing if you would Glathrock I am thinking of recalling Andromeda Tonks back into the family. If you could meet with Andromeda, her husband and daughter, to feel them out I would appreciate it. If they are willing to rejoin the family, send me a note and tell them I will meet with them on August first, but not before that date.”


Looking over at Traxog Harry was curios, not being around, “Traxog did the transfer of gold go through?”


“Yes my Prince, all accounts were brought up to one hundred thirty million galleons as the starting point,” Traxog reply was smug, and he grinned at the profits and bonuses they would be making.


“Very good, one last question before Ar’Ron’s turn” Harry turned to the goblin he had yet to hear speak, “Wyrmbane, I understand you are one of my salaried employees, and I understand the reasons why, but do you really have enough work to keep you busy just doing the Hogwarts accounts?”


Afraid of loosing his job, hoping he would be kept on at least part time he answered truthfully, “No my Prince I spend around twenty hours a week on the accounts, do you wish me to move my belongs out of the office?” Wyrmbane sounded dejected and was wondering how he was going to support his family now


Seeing the look on the goblins face Harry quickly told him, “Oh no, you misunderstand I just wanted to make sure that you would have time to handle the city accounts also or if I needed to hire more help.”


A smile quickly grew across Wyrmbane’s face as he realized he was not being fired.


“I want you to open a new vault for the city’s expenses and transfer fifty million galleons from the castles vaults into it as a reserve and until the monthly revenue from the city starts coming in,” Harry told the happy goblin as he pulled a sheaf of papers out of his pocket and passing them down the table to Wyrmbane.


“This is a list of all the positions that have been filled or need to be filled along with the salaries they will be paid. I would prefer to have all salaries deposited directly into the employee’s vaults so get with Dargoth and Kingsley if you need the vault numbers to match up with the names.” Harry pointed to the stack, “Your salary sheet is of course on top.”

Wyrmbane’s eyes grew large as he glanced at the figure of sixty galleons a week a vast improvement from the twenty five he was being paid now. He looked further down the column and noticed that thirty galleons a week came out of the city account and thirty out of the Hogwarts one, most reasonable he thought, “Most generous my Lord, thank you.”


“Now the very last thing is,” Harry laughed, “I know I already said that didn’t I, I have decided that as my managers overseeing my wealth that you six may go into the city first and if you wish, and only if you wish, any house that has a glowing green door knob has not been taken, if you should find one you like you may rent it for one galleon a year as part of your yearly bonus of all the hard work you do for me,” Harry smiled at their shocked faces.


Laughing Ar’Ron broke them out of their shocked stupor by saying, “I really have only one thing that needs to be addressed today. The thirty two million galleons belonging to Draco will need a goblin to oversee the account, I would like recommendations from all of you on who to hire. The standard contract of five percent to start off with, now this goblin also needs to be able to tutor Draco two hours, two days a week for the rest of the summer in finances and get him up to speed on how to effectively manage his estates that will be paid for separately. For now his allowance is to go in his new vault and he can spend up to his allowance as his limit. Hopefully his zeal to reclaim the family fortunes will drive him to invest some of his allowance while he learns to manage his estate.”


“I think that is it unless any one has any questions that need answers, we are done,”
Seeing the negative shakes of their heads Harry thanked them once again for their hard work. Standing up to leave Harry and Ar’Ron where somewhat startled by a knock on the door.


Standing in front of the door, Trazthorn noticed the red light only a goblin could see next to the doorframe go off, knowing it was safe to disturb them he knocked on the door before opening it. Ushering Snape into the office He bowed “Majesty, my Prince, Mr. Snape is here as you requested.”


“Thank you Trazthorn,” Ar’Ron told the head curse breaker as he looked over to the door, “I think we’ll talk in the lounge, if you could make sure it stays isolated for a half hour I would appreciate it.” Smiling at the nod Ar’Ron noticed the wariness in the potion masters eyes, “We of course will see to escorting the Professor out, either back to Diagon Alley or with us into the city.”


“As you wish your Majesty,” Trazthorn bowed; facing Snape once more he took out a small box from his pocket and handed it to Severus, “I think you will need this today.”


Severus was very nervous and tried to hide it by watching the goblin leave, deciding he could not hold off any longer he turned to look at Potter. How does one apologize for five years of hell he put the boy through, the only way to survive this was to be brutally honest. “Harry, I do not expect you to forgive me for the five years of hell I put you through, there is no excuse that could be presented that would justify my behavior towards you and any of the other students not in Slytherin.” Running his hands through his hair he looked up, “I will not put up any defense for my actions, as there can be none. The only thing I can do is offer an explanation of the situation I found myself in, I am willing to undergo questioning under veritruserum or even by Legilmency, to prove what I am telling you is the truth. Getting nothing back from either of them Severus sighed, “I assume Lupin informed you of the events of the last order meeting?”

“Yes he did and your story is not out of the realm of what that bastard will do to get his way.” Harry snarled in disgust.


“I have a suggestion that might help,” Ar’Ron explained slowly, breaking into their conversation, “an Elven charm called scanning, that is as close as I can translate it to; this will allow a projection that we can see of your memories dealing with the headmaster. Unlike legitimacy, you will not relive these memories. In fact if you do not wish to see them you can keep your eyes closed, it will not affect the charm at all.”


Pulling a long flat ward crystal out of his belt Ar’Ron said. “Before we begin I would like to exam your dark mark.” Holding the crystal up so Severus could see it clearly. “I want to capture the magical signature of the dark mark, so that we can key the wards to recognize that mark and take appropriate action to any who enter the city or castle, no matter how well it is hidden.”


Thinking it was a small price to pay towards the debt he owed Harry; Severus rolled up his sleeve and held out his marked forearm.


Moving from the couch he was sharing with Harry, Ar’Ron moved a chair over across from the potions master and sat down. Taking the offered arm he examined the mark and when he brushed his finger across it, he felt the tingle of magic. “This will be slightly uncomfortable, more like a slight burning and itching, it should stop before it gets really painful. Try to keep from moving as the crystal captures the marks signature,” Ar’Ron told the man as he placed the curved back of the crystal over the mark and flat against the skin.


While slightly surprised that the cold crystal caused such a flare of burning, Severus fell back onto his training in controlling pain, years of punishment as a death eater fine tuning his control. Severus watched with morbid fascination as the crystal started to pulse an eerie black color, after several minutes of burning the itching started and as he watched the crystal the dark mark slowly started to take on definition inside the crystal, the clearer and more defined the mark became in the crystal the more the itching intensified. Before the itching could develop into excruciating pain it stopped, blinking back pain Severus looked down at the crystal to see it had turned dark and had a perfect impression in light green of the dark mark.


Removing the crystal from Severus’s arm Ar’Ron examined the now unmarked skin. With a nod of his head he placed the crystal back into one of the long cases attached to his belt, “Sorry for more discomfort then I told you it was going to be, several tracking and monitoring charms had to be destroyed before I could start to capture the magical signature.”


“It is a good thing then that Voldemort is in a coma.” Harry looked at Ar’Ron from his seat on the couch.


Snapping his head up Severus hissed in surprise, “How do you know about the dark lord being in a coma?”


Looking Severus directly in the eye and with hardness in his voice Ar’Ron’s turned green with power, “Easy, I am the one that caused it, he should not have tried to invade Mel’Anin’s mind while I was breaking the link.”


So many things have changed most of them for the better as far as he was concerned; Severus started to roll the sleeve of his shirt down and froze hearing the explanation being told he vaguely he heard Ar’Ron say that the charms were not placed on him by Voldemort but by Albus. Too many shocks, to fast his vision started to darken and he passed out.


Walking back over and sitting down next to Harry, Ar’Ron commented, “I think your potions master is carrying way to much around, the stress he is under must be incredible.”


Snuggling up and letting his hands roam briefly Harry giggled, “I agree, he needs to get laid.”


Ar’Ron turned his head towards Harry with a shocked expression that he would even say something like that.


Harry took advantage and placed a well timed kiss.


“This is not going to be fun. It might be better to see his memories while he is out,” Ar’Ron grimaced.


Throwing his right arm out, pointing his hand at Severus he incanted ‘show me’


They sat there and watched to their horror as Snape’s life played out in front of them.


From the fights with his father over the refusal of taking the mark.


Dumbledore’ sealing him out of his house and away from his money after the death of his father.


Dumbledore’s bargaining Severus’s help for his manor back.


Promise after promise made without intent for them to be kept.


Then the fateful meeting where he was told to alienate Harry from the rest of the class.


All the times he was ordered to punish the other houses to keep the rivalry going


Then the order to teach Harry Occlumency, but in reality to search his mind to find out what he was thinking and possible ways to control him.


And then Albus’s order telling Snape to weaken Harry’s defenses and encourage the link to grow between Voldemort and Harry, and his decision to do his best to anger the young man and drive him away so he did not have to follow through with the order.


As the last image faded from sight Severus woke up. Sitting up in the chair properly he saw the tail end of the projection of his memory before it faded out.


Seeing the potions master was awake and functioning more or less, “I decided it might be better if we watched your memories while you were on vacation from reality. I want to assure you we only viewed those memories that dealt with Harry or the headmaster,” Ar’Ron told the man as he watched him carefully.


“We had planned to capture a death eater and capture the magical signature of the dark mark, if the death eater had been coerced into accepting the mark, he would have gotten a second chance, if not he would not have woken up. As you have seen capturing the mark removes it from the individual, I was not going to allow an unmarked death eater to return to Voldemort so he could be used against us,” Harry told him sourly.


“You’ve changed,” Severus examined Harry critically, “you have cunning and planning worthy of a Slytherin, but also a new harshness about you.”


“Yes well after my magic was unblocked and the spells Dumbledore placed on me to control and confuse me were broken, this is what you get,” Harry responded glibly.

“What now?” Severus looked back and forth between the two of them, wondering if he was about to be trading masters.


“That is up to you now,” Harry answered with a shrug, “You have a fresh start, freedom you’ve not had a chance at before.” Changing the subject he asked, “What do you know of Toria?”


“A legend passed down through my family; supposedly the Snape’s have a nice house in the city, located on a corner near a beautiful park. Legend has it that the city was lost, that is when my family bought and moved into our current manor,” Severus replied wondering what this legend had to do with anything.


“Not lost, just hidden,” Harry said softly watching the potion master carefully.


That statement caught his attention. Starring at Harry intently Severus thought over Harry’s words very carefully.


Ar’Ron pointed to the box Trazthorn left, “Severus open the box.”


Severus looked at the box for a moment as he glanced back up at Ar’Ron, leaning over slightly he picked up the box off the table, opening the box with some hesitation, and he saw a small globe nestled inside. The red globe was blinking, staring at the small orb he did not know what to think.


“Place your hand on it Professor, claim your ancestral home,” Harry told him gently.


“Wha…How?” Severus asked looking intently at Harry.


“Touch the orb Professor.” Harry told him firmly.


Placing the orb in his hand, Severus stared in awe as information flowed from the orb into his mind. Reverently Severus stared at the now solid red orb, “I know where my house is, the name of the street and where it is in relation to the shopping district. How is this possible?”


Harry leaned forward like he was about to tell the best kept secret. Severus seeing Harry lean forward, also leaned forward to better hear the answer, and just stared when he heard Harry say, “Magic.”


Smirking Harry leaned back waiting for it to sink in, any moment now.


Snapping back into his chair Severus looked at Harry like he had lost his mind.


Ar’Ron and Harry shared a laugh and to Harry’s surprise Severus joined in.


Standing up Ar’Ron said. “Enough teasing the man, Mel’Anin Jhaer mi ais shi tal shael cos. [Lets see if we can break him.]”


“Follow us,” Harry stood up grinning as he started to follow Ar’Ron out of the lounge down the short hallway.


Following the two down the hall warily, Severus found himself in a large lobby, slightly more ornate than the lobby at Diagon Ally he had entered a few short hours ago. “Harry, where are we?” Severus’s voice echoed in the mostly empty lobby.


“Gringotts, headquarters branch,” Harry informed him glancing back over his shoulder from the spot next to the counter where he was talking with the head teller.


Walking over to the outer doors Ar’Ron opened them and motioned for Severus to come over. Once he had stepped outside the bank onto the landing Severus noticed that they were not in Diagon Ally. The street looked familiar, but he knew without a shadow of a doubt he had never been here before.


“Welcome to Commerce Street, the business sector for the city of Toria.” Harry smiled as he came up behind the potion master silently.


Looking at Harry and seeing he was being serious, Severus looked at the empty storefronts and back at Harry several times, and then took off running down the steps and down the block, turning down the first side street he was soon out of sight.


Looking at Ar’Ron Harry whispered, “Bloody Hell,” before they both took off after where the potions master had disappeared, they found him several streets over standing in front of a large house that was on a corner overlooking a park with a lake. Slowing to a walk they stopped near the potions master to see he was staring at the house with tears running down his face while he whispered, “Its real.” over and over.


Putting his hand on Severus’s shoulder Ar’Ron gently steered him to the front door of the house, “Let’s go inside your home.” Leading the distraught potions master into the house, they settled him into the sitting room.


Severus looked around at the elegantly furnished room, taking it all in. After thanking Harry once again, he told them he was going to spend the night and explore.


“Ok if you are sure you are going to be alright, I’ll send Holly over later with dinner and breakfast at half past eight, but I expect you at the castle for lunch,” Ar’Ron told the potion master in a stern no nonsense voice.


“Thank you,” Severus told them and got up to escort them to the front door.


Harry and Ar’Ron started back towards the castle walking hand in hand, “I hope he finally can put to rest some of his demons,” Ar’Ron told Harry as they walked up the path.




Kingsley took the port key that they had procured from the international port key authority, looking down at his partner, “I’ll handle shields and you do offense if it comes to it, you have had more experience with the runic blocks than I have.”


“Plus I have the added advantage height wise, of being below where the first spells will be cast,” Dargoth agreed with his new partner, he liked the way Kingsley thought.


Holding the port key hoop down at his side, within easy reach of the goblin Kingsley prepared to grab his wand, “On three…One…Two…Three…Activate.”


The instant gut wrenching feeling of behind the navel tugging of port key travel dropped the two of them in the international arrivals in Japan. Channeling magic to charge the runic shield wall Kingsley also drew his wand, next to him Dargoth pulled out a prison bubble and a stunner and charged both with magic.


The Aurors on duty heard the sound of people port keying in the international arrivals room, middle of the night and not expecting anyone else they drew their wands as they approached the door warily. Opening the doors they saw a wizard and a goblin dressed in funny red and gold uniforms with cloaks attached. The wizard had his wand drawn but not pointed and they both had strange little blocks that were glowing with magic.

The lead Auror knew some English stepped forward slowly making sure his wand never pointed towards the strange duo, “Identify self please.”


“Kingsley Shacklebolt, Guard Commander of the Torian Guard, we are here looking for Remus Lupin who is four hours past when he was expected to be back from your country.”

“Dargoth, Guard Commander of the Torian Guard, I am also here looking for Remus Lupin; as the Prince is worried and when matters of state let him in around an hour’s time he plans to come here and deal with those causing the delay personally.” Dargoth was assessing the situation preparing to drop to his knees as he threw the blocks if necessary.


Remus who was on his way back to the port key room escorted by the Japanese Minister of magic heard Kingsley and Dargoth introduce themselves and state their purpose, he quickly turned to the Minister with a bow he smiled, “Minister I thank you for our time together, but as you can hear it seems that I am overdue and a search party has been sent looking for me, I look forward to seeing you on the first of August.”


“As do I Remus-san, pleasant journey,” The Minister replied just as respectfully as he bowed.


Remus walked through the door to find Kingsley and Dargoth looking at him searchingly, as if to check to make sure he was unharmed. “Did Harry send you after me, I lost track of time,” Remus said sheepishly.

“Not quite,” Kingsley told him slowly as he stood, “Harry made mention you were past due, we decided to find out what held you up before he finished up at the bank and came looking for you himself. “


Dargoth shivered, “We felt it better if we came first, instead of a easily pissed off Prince, he lost his temper once already today, scary even by goblin standards.”


“Do I want to know?” Remus looked at Dargoth questioningly, “What do you mean scary, I have seen Harry loose his temper, things tend to get broken but that is usually it.”


“Not like this you haven’t Remus,” Kingsley told him shivering as he remembered, “Eyes glowing green, the whites disappearing entirely, magical energy blowing around him like a wind, Avada Kedavra colored lightening dancing across his skin, all the while he is floating a meter off the floor.”


Remus just stood there looking at Kingsley like he had two heads, He knew Ar’Ron had told him that true elves where slow to anger, but when they did mountains trembled and islands rose or sank, he thought he was exaggerating, but with this new information he was not so sure. Facing his travel companion Remus told the Impare’, “Thorny please take the new elves to the palace and have them wait in the family wing’s common room.” Watching him pop out he glanced back at Kingsley before looking at Dobby, “Dobby please take Chan-san’s belongings to Potter Castle, His quarters are those above the kitchen wing, just set the stuff in the common area until he chooses his rooms.”


Remus then turned towards the two Torian guards, “Lets get out of here; I don’t want to take a chance of missing Harry so I can find out what in the name of Merlin is going on, Chan-son if you would join us and take the port key hoop, we can leave,”