Chapter 217 – New Pure-Blood Theory
Dean Thomas was more an acquaintance than a close friend to Harry. If not for being in the same House, perhaps they wouldn't have spoken much at all.
While Dean and Dedalus Diggle whispered together, Sirius Black caught Harry's puzzled look.
"Hadwin Jones was my classmate," Sirius explained. "He left the wizarding world right after graduation, chose to live as a Muggle. Later he came back for reasons we never learned… and in the end, he was killed because he refused to join the Death Eaters."
"Diggle was Jones's friend, same as I was James's. But even Diggle didn't know Jones had a son. That tells you how much Jones wanted to protect them. Can you believe it? Dean grew up thinking he was Muggle-born. Even his own mother never knew the truth." Sirius sighed heavily.
Harry frowned. "Care? I don't quite understand. If I ever married, Ron and Draco would know. Why hide it from family? Is that really love?"
"You don't understand, Harry," Sirius said grimly. "You didn't live through that time. The Death Eaters were everywhere. Their first move was to recruit or eliminate talented half-bloods and Muggle-borns. Wizards who married Muggles became targets. If you couldn't protect your family, the only way to save them was to keep them ignorant—even of your world."
Harry fell silent.
"How was Dean discovered, then? Did Jones leave a letter for Diggle?" he asked.
"Coincidence," Sirius replied. "But more likely, Jones was guiding Diggle somehow. Diggle's always roaming the Muggle world—you remember, he once bowed to you in a shop. Mad fellow. After Voldemort fell, he even conjured a meteor shower over Kent! Made the Muggle papers." Sirius gave a small, crooked smile. "Too bad I missed it. I was busy hunting Peter then."
He shook his head. "Anyway. A few weeks ago, Diggle was resting in a pub in Plymouth. He noticed an old newspaper used as wallpaper—an article about Hadwin Jones, who'd apparently won a local fishing contest. Caught a seven-foot blue shark. He even said in the interview it was a shame he couldn't bring it home to share with his wife and child."
Harry's eyes widened.
"Exactly," Sirius said. "That's how Diggle learned Jones had a family. And it didn't take him two days to track them down. He found Jones's widow, remarried now, and—most shocking of all—discovered that Jones's son was a wizard. A Gryffindor." Sirius's fist clenched, and he gave Harry a look full of pride and frustration both.
"But this discovery gave fuel to some very stupid people," Sirius added darkly.
"What people?" Harry asked.
"Mostly Slytherins," Sirius muttered. "The worst kind. They call it the New Pure-Blood Theory."
Before Harry could press further, Diggle himself turned, eyes bright.
"Harry Potter! We meet again!" he said shrilly. He beamed at Dean. "This is Dean Jones—my friend's son!"
Harry managed a weak smile toward Dean, who clutched the Gringotts key so tightly his knuckles whitened.
"It must be fate!" Diggle cried. "James's son and Jones's son—friends once more! What were you just discussing?"
Harry seized the chance. "Sirius was explaining that 'new pure-blood theory' you mentioned."
"Oh, that!" Diggle waved his hands. "They're not so bad, really. They claim there are no true Muggle-borns. That all so-called Muggle-borns are actually descended from wizarding families left behind in the Muggle world. In short—lost kin."
Sirius rolled his eyes hard.
"Don't be fooled, Harry," he warned. "These people still despise Muggle-borns. They just frame them as 'rivals' instead of 'outsiders.' They're dangerous."
Sirius leaned closer. "Think of Terrence Higgins—the Slytherin Seeker you faced. Polite, even gentlemanly at first. But when pressed, he turned dirty. That's how these families work. Polished on the surface. Ruthless when it matters. A dog that bites doesn't bark."
Diggle raised his eyebrows but didn't deny it.
Changing the subject, Sirius asked, "Diggle, why are you here at Hogwarts? Just to see Dean?"
Diggle's face lit up. "I plan to take him back to the Jones family home for summer. I've already spoken with his mother. But I wanted to ask Dean directly."
Sirius's expression tightened. "Similar to me with Harry. I wanted him to live with me. Not just a holiday—forever. But Dumbledore said no." His voice cracked into a near-roar.
"I read Skeeter's rubbish, but even she got one thing right: Harry should be adopted out of that house. I tried. Dumbledore blocked it."
"I applied as well," Diggle added, suddenly subdued. "Same result."
Sirius turned away, disappointment etched on his face. He had dreamed of living with his godson. Now, he felt as if he'd failed him again.
Harry's frustration boiled over. "So what about summer, then? Dumbledore can't seriously send me back to the Dursleys again."
Sirius turned back sharply, bitter smile tugging his lips. "I didn't even ask."
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