Harry Potter and the Revelationist » by Mucking Fuppet
Harry is an alone at the Dursleys. Hermione comes to visit and everything is blown out've proportion. !Powerful, independent Harry. !Manipulation by Dumbles. Strictly HarryxHermione. Though there will be other couples. Highly likely Weasley bashing.
Harry Potter, T, English, Romance & Drama, chapters: 22, words: 73k+, favs: 1k+, follows: 1k+, updated: Jul 11, 2011 published: Dec 12, 2010, Harry P., Hermione G.
Chapter 1: Odd thoughts and Uncomfortable reunion
(A/N) First Fanfic ever. Not sure about the rating; it might go up. Minor violence, some coarse language and not-very-graphic child abuse. (i think thats just for this chapter though)
A young green-eyed wizard who went by the name of Harry James Potter was sitting on his poor excuse of a bed in the house of irritation and annoyance otherwise known as the Dursley house. Bored and generally sick of the bad treatment the young Potter's mind dropped several IQ points. Sitting with his knees against his chest and hand under his chin, he contemplated everything about himself. Ridiculous thoughts raged across his head. Things that were totally irrelevant. Singing ability? Pfft... What was that good for? Unless it would make Voldie go to sleep or run from the horrible sound. Clearing his throat quietly he gently hummed to himself. His voice didn't crack or go out've tone. He raised his voice louder and louder; very thankful that the Dursleys had gone out for the week, had they been here he had no doubt in his mind that he would be beaten and go un-fed for a couple of days.
He found himself singing. He had a strong voice that didn't waver as he slowly brought it louder. Stopping he contemplated his newfound skill. He wondered if Dudley the dumb arse had any more music tracks. Heaving himself off the bed, which groaned, he opened his door and walked through, moving down the landing to Dudley's room.
Surprisingly it was unlocked. Upon opening it Harry noticed several music CD's in a pile on the floor. Careful not the tread on any of the walrus-in-training's stuff he walked over to him. Clearing a space for him to sit in near the records Harry curiously read some of the titles. One in particular caught his interest. The band name was a bit odd but the album name made Harry think. As the palaces burn. Didn't sound like anything he wanted to get involved in, but it was only music so it couldn't hurt. Putting the CD in Dudley's new CD player. He looked through the list of songs on the back. Shrugging he placed the first song. The sound on heavy guitar and drums suddenly blaring out've the machine, which promptly caused Harry to jump and turn the volume down. He started nodding along to the tune. 30 seconds later Harry was wondering if the singer's voice had had surgery on it. High-pitched screaming which lowered to a low growl and back up again, it sounded pretty cool but probably killed the voice box. The singer didn't stop the growling and screaming. Harry was freaked out but wondered if he could do anything like that.
Trying to re-create growling and screaming vocals didn't go down to well. He sounded like he was choking on a dick and he knew it. Promptly stopping his eyes travelled round the large room. Bed, CD's, dung bells, PlayStation games and... oh goody; Dudley's computer. Kneeling down he found a couple of buttons at the front of the front of the computer box. Prodding one of them and looking at the screen for some kind of reaction. It beeped at him and began humming. Harry wasn't so clueless to not realise that this is the normal, having heard it happening many times. The screen turned on. Dudley's name appeared on the screen. Taking the mouse he clicked on the name. Damn it requested a password! Pretty sure Dudley couldn't remember anything if his life depended on it Harry began the search for the piece of paper that was labelled 'my computer password' Harry noticed something on Dudleys bedside table. White paper with block red writing on it.
Going over to the table he laughed insanely. Dudley was undeniably thick. His computer password was on paper and it was his name and surname. Dudley Dursley. Apparently he couldn't remember his second name. Typing the password he logged on to the computer. Surprisingly he knew all about the Internet. He had asked Hermione about it when she had mentioned it in one her letters. Since she was free with handing out knowledge he had received four A4 sheets of paper filled with the 'how to's' on the Internet. It had been a good read; it was interesting to learn about search engines and such. Looking up voice distortion and scream/ growling vocals. He managed to locate several tips and good information about the topic. He began practising, with the help of the internet he got the hang of it slowly.
The next day a sleepy Mr. Harry Potter climbed from his bed. He had invited Hermione over for the day, but hadn't received a reply which was different. He usually got a reply two days after sending mail. She obviously had better things to do than talk to him. Not bothering to put a t-shirt on he climbed into some shorts and went down for breakfast. Halfway through munching on golden nuggets the doorbell rang. Running upstairs he grabbed a t-shirt and stuffed his wand in his deep pockets. Damn near flying downstairs he opened the for cautiously. A certain bushy-haired girl launched herself through the doorway onto him hugging him tightly. His voice muffled somewhat Harry welcomed her, "Oomph! Hey Hermione! Glad to see you! I thought you weren't coming... I never received a reply."
Pulling back from the over-the-top hug and climbing to their feet, Hermione looked unsure. "Your relatives." she replied. "You told me they had a dislike of owls so I used muggle post." she looked thoughtful. "It was odd using post instead of owl mail, again."
Harry looked sheepish. "Right forgot about that. I didn't bother checking the post box." Hermione's parents appeared behind her. "Good morning Mr and Mrs Granger, how are you?"
Their eyes studied him calmly. Mr Granger replied, "We're fine thanks. Call us Dan and Emma please."
"Ok. Dan and Emma. Come in!" They all began walking through the immaculate entrance hall. Harry pointed to a door on the left he said, "Go and get comfy in the living room. Anyone want tea?"
Dan and Emma smiled at each other and raised their hands. Despite being dentists they were both tea addicts. Hermione smiled at Harry and followed him out've the room and went to help him. While both of them were gone the elder Grangers began talking.
"They'd be good together. He cares for her and she has got a crush on him whether she admits it or not, you can see it in her eyes." Emma restarted the conversation they'd been having at their own house.
"Maybe but I'd like to get to know him before he starts dating my daughter." Dan was getting into the over-protective dad. He knew he was being silly. His daughter had owled him telling him about the troll and what Harry did; risked his own life to save hers.
"Dan they've known each other for three years. This being their fourth. She's mentioned the boy with 'dreamy green eyes' and 'cute, messy hair' so many times it's impossible not for her to have a crush on him." Emma insisted.
Hermione watched Harry as he moved round the kitchen with practised speed; flitting to the kettle, filling it up and setting it going. Hermione smiled at him. "Hey Harry, how are you?"
Harry smiled back and sat down at the table, waiting for the water to boil. He motioned for her to do the same. "I'm great 'Mione, its nice to see you again."
Hermione sat down and became curious to why no-one was here. "It's nice to see you too. Where's your relatives?"
Harry grinned happily. In an overjoyed voice he replied. "They've gone out for the week. So I have free rein on the house." He punched a fist into the air in celebration.
Hermione decided to hug him again. She got up and moved over to him, he seemed to know what she was going to do and got up as well. She gave him a big hug which he gladly returned. Her arms went round him and he winced slightly. Frowning slightly she asked, "Harry what's wrong with your back?"
"Nothing. I'm fine." Fully knowing he couldn't get anything past her but decided to try anyway.
Hermione pleaded with him. "Harry don't shut me out. Please. Let me try and help." Hermione definitely wasn't buying the whole 'I'm fine, don't worry' act.
He sighed and ran his hands through his already messed up hair. Her hands reached him and gently took his larger ones in them. "Please Harry."
He sighed again and gave in. "Ok, I'll show you. Go and get your parents, I don't want to have to do this anymore then I have to."
Nodding she walked out've the kitchen and went into the living room where her parents were having a quiet, but heated discussion. Clearing her throat gently they turned to look at her, silent questions in their eyes. "Harry needs to show us something. And it's probably going to be bad. Bad enough that he doesn't want to have to do it twice, so I'm quite nervous for him. Please come."
Their curiosity increase found it hard for them not to, so they rose out've the chair and made their way to the kitchen. The Grangers found Harry standing there with his hands on the bench muttering. "Harry?" Dan inquired. Deciding he liked the kid. For now. "Hermione said you needed to show us something."
"Need to? No. Want to? No. But I am. If you haven't got a good hold on your stomach I suggest you get a bucket. They're in the cupboard on the bottom right." He replied bitterly.
Dan moved over there and took three and handed the spare to to his family. "Just in case. We're ready Harry."
Harry nodded and removed his shirt showing his bare chest. It wasn't thin, it was closer to lean. Working out and helping around the neighbourhood had worked well for Harry; not to mention the amount of food he devoured at Hogwarts. Hermione could help but stare at him neither could Emma. Harry hung his head, "Please don't think any differently of me after you see this." Not waiting for their reaction he turned out and showed them his back. Together they gasped. Across his back, white knotted scars some thick; others thin were drawn over his back. He said miserably. "You can go. You probably don't want to be here anymore. Just don't tell anyone or they'll think I'm a freak."
Hermione shook her head. I'm gonna do something about this. He has had saved me many times and she had to help him. She moved over to him and laid her hands across his back. He involuntary shivered at the contact. "It's ok Harry. We aren't going anywhere if anything it's the other way round, you're coming with us. You aren't staying here any longer."
"Don't Hermione. I know you probably think I'm disgusting. Just go." He replied, becoming more and more depressed.
"Harry James Potter turn round now!" Hermione demanded.
Fearful he turned, to have her hands move to his well-defined chest and push him to the corner. He held his hands in surrender. Uncaring if her parents were here; her hands went to his hair and brought his head down for and tender kiss on the lips. She pressed herself against him. "We aren't going anywhere Harry."
Emma was silently congratulating her daughter. She had finally bagged her man and probably wouldn't let him go for a long, long time. She couldn't blame her either. His startling green eyes captivated you when you gazed into them. The same eyes pierced through you, seeing all that you were; showing you the innocence inside him. When his shirt was off Emma couldn't help but admire the view. His upper chest was slowly forming defined muscles and his abdominal muscles were definitely clear to see, a strong four pack in place and the final two coming along nicely.
Dan was still in shock over the scars on Harry's back. How dare they do that to a child? How can they do that? He was infuriated his hands itching to break something. The scars weren't recent he was sure. He was convinced that he wasn't being beaten by his relatives for fear of what he could do with magic. The young guy was sincere and easy to like; despite everything he had been put through by his shit excuse for relatives he still had a caring heart. Hermione was holding Harry and he was holding her. Her head went to his chest and she relaxed. His head moved to her ear. "What was the kiss for?"
She smiled against his chest and kissed his chest, moving over his forming pecs. Her tender lips moved over the soft skin gently. "Can't you guess?"
Harry was not a clueless male when it came to anything. He would sit back and work it out. "I'd guess you're telling me that you want me."
"I do. If you want me as well." Hermione relied nervously. She couldn't take it if he rejected her.
"How couldn't I?" He wondered. "There are plenty of reasons why I would."
"I'm not pretty like the other girls and there's plenty more girls that are prettier than I am. I-"
He cut her off " -Don't bother Hermione. I realised I liked you in second year when you were petrified. I stayed by you, when I could. Never left you unless I had to, or thrown out by Madam Pomfrey. Who cares about those girls? They don't know me. They only know me as the boy-who-lived. You are kind, caring, tolerant of Ron and you know the real me. I can add to that list if you want."
She shook her head. "Thanks Harry. I never told anyone; but I heard you. When I was petrified I heard your voice talking to me softly. It was nice to know someone cared for me."
Dan spoke in a whisper. "How dare they hit a child? You may be a wizard but doesn't make you a freak. It took a bit of getting used to with Hermione... I can't believe those pricks!" he swore.
Emma and Hermione were right behind him, nodding in agreement. Hermione asked. "How was your first week back?"
He thought about it while placing his t-shirt back on. "Well it was better than it has been. They've left me alone most the time. I haven't had much food but I'm grateful for being left alone."
"They've starved you?" Emma asked, flatly. Though it was more of a statement than question.
"Nah, not really." He disagreed. "It definitely wasn't Hogwarts though. That reminds me I got a letter from Gringotts bank. I'm supposed to be visiting tomorrow. Wanna come with me?" He added hopefully. The three Grangers nodded. The adults wanted to know more about the boy who was dating their daughter. Hermione just wanted to stay with her new boyfriend.
Harry looked uncomfortable. "Do you want to stay the night then? There's enough room for all of us and the Dursleys are out for the week."
Hermione looked at her parents, who gave slight nods. "Of course Harry."
"Sit down at the table I'll cook a roast dinner for lunch. Hmm, chicken I think." Harry moved the the fridge and cursed. "No chicken. Damn it." he looked apologetically at Hermione's parents. "Do you mind getting the chicken? There's a shop not far from here that sells them. Oh and you may want to go your house and grab night clothes."
Emma looked at him oddly and nodded at the end of his sentence. "You cook roast dinners? Where'd you learn that?" She was impressed if he was true to what he said.
"Here." Harry looked unhappy again. He ran his fingers through his ever-messy hair. "I learnt it pretty quick as well." his voice lowered. "Especially because of the beating I'd get if I did it wrong."
Hermione's, ears it appeared had been well-trained, and her eyes narrowed. "Did you say what I think you just said?"
Harry sat on the kitchen floor and nodded. Hermione looked furious. "You are not staying here Harry! Why didn't you tell anyone? Why didn't you tell me? Or Dumbledore? We could've done something sooner!"
Dan stood. He motioned to Emma. "C'mon dear let's leave them to talk. Besides we need to get the food and clothes for the night." the two adults moved through the kitchen and left, closing the front door gently behind them. Harry and Hermione heard the car start and drive away.
Hermione joined Harry on the floor, sitting on his lap and giving him a tight hug which he happily returned. "Care to show me the bedrooms?" She asked.
Smiling he replied. "Of course 'Mione."
"C'mon! Upstairs, here we come." she made no move to get off him though.
Harry snorted with laughter. He gently took hold of her thighs, grinning rakishly when she "Eek-ed!" she didn't move though and wrapped her arms round his neck and held on tight, her legs going round his waist. Heaving himself and Hermione up, Harry wrapped his arms underneath her bottom. Moving carefully around the kitchen table he made for the hallway. Harry had to put her down when they reached the stairs. They made their way up, she looked questioningly when they reached the top. Harry motioned for the straight ahead. She nodded and opened his bedroom door. Silently thanking himself for cleaning it up. She entered slowly and peered around. They went round all the bedrooms, well they skipped Dudleys after Hermione opened the door, took one look and said. "No way. I'm not even going to enter there."
Fifteen minutes of sitting on the couch snuggling watching some crap, pointless T.V. show when the doorbell rang, which Hermione went to answer. Her parents had been quick.
Two and half hours later the foursome were sitting at the table enjoying every bit of Harrys roast chicken, that was cooked perfectly. Nobody commented about how he got so good though, to avoid upsetting him and angering themselves. Emma set to washing up the dishes as the other three were sitting and groaning about how full their stomachs were. Though she suspected that they just didn't want to clean up. Fair enough for Harry who cooked but the other two? Nope.
They sat and watched TV for a few hours, watching a movie and a quite interesting show called QI which everyone had a laugh at. Hermione, per usual, absorbed all the new knowledge like a sponge and water.
Hermione yawned thoroughly knackered, though quite content rest on Harry; which he didn't mind. "What's the time?
"Not sure I-I'll go check." Harry yawned loudly. Sleepy-eyed he stumbled off the couch and into the hallway and called. "Half ten! I'm going to bed."
"So are we." the three Grangers chorused.
Hermione stopped and had a nasty thought. Oh no, no way. "Where am I going to sleep? There is no way I'm going to that other bedroom and I am not sharing with my parents."
Harry looked warily at her parents who nodded slightly, but had emotions playing in their eyes. "You can come in with me if you want Hermione, but we haven't got a spare mattress," to her parents he said. "Nothing will happen. I promise. We'll sleep together in the literal sense." The older Grangers nodded their approval. They all made their way upstairs, each going their separate ways. Harry and Hermione entered their shared bedroom and looked at each other. Harry spoke up. "Well this is awkward isn't it?" Hermione nodded, slightly nervous. "Nothing is going to happen that you don't start Hermione." she nodded again confidant that Harry would never try and pressure her. It was simply not him to try that.
"Thanks Harry. I need to change." She gave him a pointed look.
"How about the bathroom? Is that ok?" He suggested.
"It's fine Harry, thanks." She replied gratefully.
Harry moved over to the bad to allow Hermione space to get out the door. "Here, go to the bathroom and change. Just knock before you come back in, I'm sure you don't want to see the male anatomy just yet."
Hermione blushed and scurried through the door to the bathroom, with a face like a tomato. Harry chuckled. "Poor girl shouldn't have teased her. But it was fun." Harry changed quickly; despite his teasing he most definitely did not want Hermione to see his male parts yet. He cleared more of the stuff off his floor and sighed. It would be so much easier if I would use magic, damn it!
Hermione was standing outside and knocked tentatively. "It's ok, come in!" Harry's voice called through the door. She opened it up and stared at him. He wasn't wearing a top; only pyjama bottoms. She stared at his chest and couldn't look anything but her. Her nightwear was minimal. Half her slim stomach was showing! His eyes travelled down slightly. Damn pyjama bottoms! Came the thought when he found he couldn't see her thighs. Hermione, tore her eyes away, and became conscious of his eyes travelling over her. A blush came to her cheeks but she moved forward, toward the bed. Harry quickly moved towards it and climbed in. She raised a questioning eyebrow.
"Cold wall. It's not pleasant, but you're a guest." He informed her. She nodded. She climbed in and got comfy against Harry's chest. A warm, protective arm went round her stomach. Her heart fluttered and the belly-butterflies came to life. "Good night Harry."
"G'night 'Mione." He returned sleepily. His arm tightening slightly. She smiled at his protectiveness and fell asleep quickly.
Chapter 2: Gringotts visit, reading of wills and
Hermione woke up against a still sleeping Harry, who had his arm round her slim waist. She was comfortable with where she was; so she closed her eyes to get a wink of extra sleep. Harry shifted in his sleep to give hermione a bit more room.
Twenty minutes later Emma and Dan went to check up on them to make sure they weren't participating in any 'irresponsible pastimes'. The door opened slightly, which Emma's head poked through, to find Hermione on Harrys chest and Harry with his arms round her and his face buried in her hair. Emma smiled, they looked so cute together. She motioned to her husband. "Dan! Come look at them. They sooo cute!"
Dan rolled his eyes at his over-excited wife. C'mon... they were just two sleeping teens... why get excited? He moved through the doorway to look anyway, just to indulge his wife. His eyes softened and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. They did look good together. "See!" she said grinning with triumph. "I told you they looked good with each other."
Dan bowed his head in defeat. "Ok, I admit it. You were right. As always."
They exited the room when Harry stirred. Emma was doing a victory dance when they reached the lounge. Dan "humph-ed" and dropped onto the couch mock-sulking. Grabbing the remote he turned it on and turned the volume down and continued to mock-sulk.
Upstairs Harry was slowly waking. He found there was something lying on him. He groggily opened his eyes to see a load of bushy brown hair in his face. He smiled and inhaled the sweet vanilla scent. Moving his hand over to her face, he gently brushed her hair out her face and then caressed her cheek. She was so beautiful. Her cheeks a beautiful pale, her face angled perfectly and her cute little button nose. Geez he had it deep. Her head rolled fully onto his chest. He smiled again and began rubbing her back in soothing motions with his thumb gently moving back and forth over her porcelain cheeks.
She stirred and lifted her head off his chest to look into his eyes. Brown met emerald as Harry watched her go from sleepy cuteness to alert beauty. She apparently was embarrassed of her position. "Harry I'm sorry I didn't mean to- I mean I- I didn't mean to roll onto you."
He looked at her amused. "I'm definitely not complaining. Your beautiful Hermione. It was nice waking up to see you."
She was blushing from his "your beautiful" comment. She leaned down and shifted slightly and began nuzzling the side of his neck. She moved her lips over the skin, knowing full well she was tormenting him with her actions. "'Mione." he breathed. "Oh god." She removed her lips from his neck and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "C'mon we need to get up Harry."
"Right... up." his mind slightly frazzled from her kisses. She giggled. A quick decision came to her to wake him up. Her legs on either side of his she sat up so she was straddling him. He had his closed drifting back into sleep. Smiling evilly she rolled her hips against his. The effect was immediate. His eyes shot open and he sat up so fast. "Haha that woke you up didn't it?" she giggled at him again. His eyes wide. He couldn't believe what she had just done to him!
They stopped playing around and changed into decent clothes. Harry knew he had to go to Gringotts and the Grangers had offered to go with him. He would enjoy the company. The pair travelled downstairs to find Dan and Emma sitting far apart as possible. Emma had a victorious grin across her face and Dan looked like a seagull had stolen his chips. Emma noticed the pair looking at them. "Hey you two. How was the sleep?" She teased lightly. "Bet it was good."
Harry decided to go for being bold. "It was brilliant, but you should put your daugther on a leash. She is a horrible tease." Grinning madly. Dan grunted, still unsure if they should be around eachother. Harry moved to the kitchen. He called. "Tea anyone?"
A three-way chorus of "yes, please" reached him. He went to the kettle and filled it with the water and set it to boil. He sat on the bench bringing his knees to his chest. The Grangers came to the kitchen and began looking for food.
Harry sat there grinning at their scavenging. He couldn't take it anymore when Dans stomach grumbled at the lack of food. He burst out laughing at the situation. They turned around like predators. Emma asked. "Food? Where is it?"
"I- I'm sitting o- on it." Gasping between chuckles. They paled.
"You sat on the food?" Emma screeched.
"It's in the cupboard under me." He had an insanely large grin plastered to his face. "I'll prepare bacon and eggs, if you think you can wait."
Their eyes glazed over and mouthes began watering. Bacon. Eggs. Bacon and eggs. Hermione recovered. "I think i can wait." She looked at her parents. "I think they can as well."
The elder Granger nodded vigorously agreeing with they daughter. Harry got off the bench and went to the fridge where he found the bacon and eggs. He began preparing the cooker.
Half an hour later and breakfast in the stomach they grabbed their jackets and went to Harrys room where he was keeping the portkey that the goblins had given him. The instructions in the letter informed him what to do. "Okay everyone this is called a portkey. Simply put it gets us from on place to another. Hold on to a part of it." they each grabbed a part of the large shoe and he said firmly. "Activate!"
The tug around their navels was instantaneous and unpleasant.
They landed with a thump. Harry was flat on he backside rubbing a now-sore tailbone frowning at Hermione who was standing and smirking at him. Dan and Emma... well what can I say? They were in a crumpled heap on the floor. A passing witch and wizard would have thought they had tried to swap body pieces they were so tangled.
Picking himself off the floor, wincing slightly, Harry looked over at Hermione who was grinning and staring at something to the right of him. Curious he turned. What he saw... well let's just say he broke down and crapped himself laughing shall we? A couple of minutes of wetting himself with laughter, Harry picked himself off the floor and helped Dan and Emma untangle themselves, he couldn't help smirking and sniggering at some points. When they had all recovered and straightened their clothes, and Dan and Emma's pride removed, the group made their way into Gringotts.
Harry, Hermione and the two elder Grangers walked into the bank. Dan and Emma looked rather nervously at the goblins round them. Harry couldn't blame them... they looked mean. Harry walked over to the goblin at the desk. Politely he informed the goblin. "Hello, we've come to see..." He checked the letter. "Director Ragnok for an appointment at 1:30pm."
The creature looked over the desk and grinned, careful not to bare his teeth. "You'd be you Mr. Potter then, eh? Come with me. You can bring the muggles if they want to come."
"We're coming." Dan said firmly. Emma didn't say anything, just nodded. Truthfully she was a little frightened of these goblins. All the muggle stories about goblins being evil creatures didn't help either.
The goblin nodded and introduced himself. "The name's Sharptooth. Lets go and meet the Director."
They followed the goblin through multiple halls lined with gold and matching jewels on either side.
All four humans were awed by the amount of wealth the goblins had. Sharptooth noticed this a laughed. "This is nothing. Wait until you see the Grand Hall. Even Mr. Potters vault looks better than this."
"Please call me Harry. And what do you mean? My vault doesn't look nearly as good as this."
"That is your Trust vault. No, the Potter Family vault is staggering." The goblin replied grinning. "Your related to two of the Founders of Hogwarts as well. You own the castle and the the Vaults of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. I'll leave it go Director Ragnok the inform you of what that entails."
The silence that ensured was deafening. Each had their own thoughts, mostly on Harry owning the Hogwarts Castle. They followed Sharptooth through the empty halls. He spoke. "Be polite to the Director. He is very kind and understands that you haven't been taught our ways. Disrespect in the Grand Hall is your own sentence to prison or worse." The group shuddered to think what the goblins would do.
A set of six goblin warriors stood outside the final door. It was magnificent. Standing at a whopping twenty foot was a pair of pure gold doors, encrusted with rubies. The goblins looked at the letter Harry had given to Sharptooth. Simeltaneously the gave a nod and the doors opened.
Inside was massive. Bigger than the Great Hall at Hogwarts. Gold walls, rubies, emeralds and multiple other gems lined the walls. A goblin sat at the end of the hall. The four humans moved towards the goblin. When they reached his throne they, as one, bowed or curtised. The regal-looking goblin inclined his head to each of them.
He turned back to Harry and spoke. "Young Mr. Potter, it is good to see you. We have much to dicuss concerning your parents, Mr. Dumbledore, Sirius Black and finally young Miss Granger. Come now."
He got off the throne and moved to the left where a door had appeared. Moving towards it at a brisk pace, the humans jogged to catch up with him. The little guy was fast on his feet. Dan thought, a slight smile on his face. Ragnok opened the door and manourvered round the desk to sit into the chair. There were several stacks of paper on the desk. Harry assumed they were related to what they were about to dicuss.
The goblin looked at the papers on his desk. He was murmering. "Where to start? Where to start? Start the the parents." He spoke up. "Mr. Potter we will start with the will of one Lily Potter then move on to your fathers will. Is that satisfactory?"
Harry nodded. "Yes please. Only, stop calling me Mr. Potter. My name is Harry."
"Ok. Thank you Harry. Ok lets begin. 'The following will states: I, Lily Potter, being sane of both body and mind, dictate this will and it is to be carried out as soon as I am dead and my son is of the age of eleven. He is to go to Alice and Frank Longbottom, if they are unavaliabe he goes to Remus John Lupin or Sirius Orion Black. Under no circumstances is he to go to Vernon and Petunia Dursley.
Firstly, to my long-time friend, Remus John Lupin I leave fifty-thousand galleons for him to do with as he will. I only request he buy himself a good set of robes and do something good for himself for a change.
Secondly I leave my ruby ring to one, Sirius Orion Black and order him to find someone to rein him in. God knows he needs it. I also know that leaving money is pointless since the Black family is wealthy, so I leave him with the knowledge that Dumbledore is not to be trusted! And in the event of mine and James's death the order that, you must get to Harry before Dumbledore or one of his followers does!
Well I can start handing things out to my son. Hey Harry! How are you? Well I hope. Listen to me. Do not trust Albus Percival Wulfric Brain Dumbledore! He is not to be trusted! I cannot stress that enough! I leave everything to my son. I, and your father, love you so much Harry. Good luck.
Finally to the Lady who captures my childs heart, I leave you my wedding ring and my favourite necklace, and give you the advice to not get into trouble. If my Husband was anything to go by, Harry will be just the same and will do anything to protect you.'" Ragnok sighed. "This concludes the will of one, Lily Potter."
The aged goblin looked at Harry and Hermione. One had tears in his eyes the other was comforting him. "This next one is you fathers will. Do you want to continue?" Harry, despite the tears nodded rapidly.
"The following will states: I, James Potter, being sane of both body and mind, dictate this will and it is to be carried out as soon as I am dead and my son is of the age of eleven. He is to go to Alice and Frank Longbottom, if they are unavaliabe he goes to Remus John Lupin or Sirius Orion Black. Under no circumstances is he to go to Vernon and Petunia Dursley.
First I leave my friend Remus John Lupin a further one hundred and fifty thousand galleons to do with as he will. I also wish to infom him to get his head out've his arse and find someone and not to live suffering from his 'furry little problem'. You are a good man Remus, do something good for yourself. I know that you fear hurting people, I also know that your doing your best to stay away from people. That is not the way you need to go. I, Prongs, Marauder, and father to the Pronglet hereby order you, Remus John Lupin, to stop wallowing in self-pity and grow a pair.
To my brother, in all but name, Sirius Orion Black I give you a command to look after the Pronglet and also demand that you follow Lily's order. I know that you'll probably be in Azkaban for you being our apparent secret-keeper and I know that it'll be Dumbledore that puts you there since he wants Harry to himself. So, next, I demand whoever is listening to this that you aquire mine and Lily's old journals and school trunks. Inside you will find enough evidence to get Dumbledore placed in Azkaban and get Sirius Black out.
Ahh, to the person I hold most dear the universe, though that spot is contested between you and my beautiful wife. Harry James Potter, otherwise known as Pronglet after my old nickname, I leave everything else. You are to have my old Transfiguration journal and The Marauders Guide to Animangi. I also leave my invisibilty cloak, the Marauders Map and the third Marauder-only product and one of its kind. I leave you 'The Marauders Guide to Pranks and What to do if they go wrong' and I hope you follow my path. I leave all the Potter estates to my son and the fifty-billion galleon sum in the Potter Family Vault. Further the combined vaults of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Which I think, from all three vaults combined give you a grand total somewhere in the region of 195 billion galleons. Yep your rich. Oh and you own Hogwarts since you are the Heir to two of the Founders Families.
Lastly to the beautiful Lady who captures my sons heart. I know that, from the Potter experience, that you'll be kind, caring, most likely a bookworm and the witch of your year. Yep that's right, I know. I leave you with a couple of bits 'n' bobs. Firstly I leave two-hundred and fifty thousand galleons to the family of the Lady. Second I leave the graphanolium Rings of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. The second pair of these rings will go to Harry James Potter. This concludes the will of one, James Potter."
"Why are they berating Dumbledore?" Harrys question came out. Oddly enough he had lots more...
"Albus Dumbledore. Well where to start?" The goblin looked thoughtful for a second then. "His earliest crime against your Family was putting you with your aunt and uncle," The aunt and uncle were spat of menacingly before he carried on. "It was explicit in your parents' wills that you are not to go to them. Furthermore he used illegal blood wards on number 4 privite drive. He didn't allow us to read your parents' will when you came to the age of eleven, but we decided after consideration that he would be ignored, hence why we are here is more but we can leave off that for now."
Hermione and the other Grangers jaws were on the floor almost literally. 195 billion? He had to be the richest wizard in the coutry at least! Probably the whole 's eyes were almost oute've their sockets when he heard the full figure, his mind began racing on good and useful ways to use to. "Okay, so... Dumbledore has more or less using me. He also denied your request to read my parents' wills because he knew that it wouldn't let him set up the wards. But... but... I own Hogwarts? I own the castle?" Taking a leaf out've Ron's book he carried on. Hand travelling through his hair. "Bloody hell!"
Hermione smiled at him. Well not at him per say. James Potter being correct. She had fallen for Harry after he had saved her from the troll. He was her first friend, some would count him as her only friend. Ron wasn't nice to her, he had almost gotten her killed in her first year. And third year he had turned Harry against her. Yes, Ron definitely wasn't much of a friend.
Harry on the other hand was kind, caring, brave and somewhat mad. What first-year attacks a full-grown mountain troll for someone they barely know? Harry does. Who attacks a sixty-foot Basilisk for a girl they haven't talked to? Harry does.
Hermione liked Harry. A lot. There wasn't any beating round the bush, she loved him. He was everything she wanted. She hoped it was the same with him.
Dan and Emma were staring into space. Harry was a billionare wizard, who owned a castle and many other properties. What more could he be? They'd heard his story from Hermione. They were amazed at his story; everything that had happened and he carried on. A lesser person would've given up. Not Harry it seems.
Harry was sitting there, drinking in everything, keeping his face from showing the shock and amazement he felt. He glanced at Hermione who was sitting there staring at him. She looked hopeful, happy and was looking for something. He wasn't sure what, but he allowed his eyes to show the care and happiness he was feeling for her.
Ragnok cleared his throat and the humans, shocked at the sudden sound, raised their heads quickly. "We have more to discuss." He scanned the paper in his hands. "Sirius Black, as I'm sure you know, is an innocent man. Goblin intelligence reported that he is free and escaped the Dementors Kiss. I'll take you to the Vaults later and we can sort out a defence for the man."
He asked for a cup of water to one of the servants in the office. Immediatly one was brought. "Okay... what next? Ahh yes... Miss Granger." Her head shot up to look at the goblin. "Did anything happen yesterday at about... 10:35 am?"
She closed her eyes to begin the thinking process. "Uhh yes. I, umm, i kissed Harry." A blush rose up her cheeks and she ducked her head in embarrassment.
The goblin just smiled. "Excellent!" He exclaimed. Hermione looked at him as if you say 'what?' "Ahh you didn't know. You and young Mr. Potter have a as-of-yet-unfinished soul bond." They looked at him questioningly. He grinned. "It means you two are supposed to be together. It takes forty-eight hours to finalise the bond. You two have twenty hours remaining."
Hermione recovered. "What does this entail?"
"Good question. Firstly it prevents love potions, all and any, from effecting you. This is in direct relation to the Weasley Family." Harry looked at him, what was this? Ragnok understood what Harry was converying. "What I am saying is that everything you know about the Weasleys isn't true. Mr. Arthur Weasley, Mr Bill and Charlie Weasley are good people. The twin Weasleys are as well, but the other three. Mrs. Weasley thinks she is you mother, Harry. Ron wants fame for being your friend and finally the young miss Weasley wants you as a husband."
Harry was white as a sheet, though Hermione wasn't sure if it was due to him being horrorfied at being married to Ginny or Molly thinking she was his mum. He settled for anger. His magic began emitting a strong white glow around him.
Hermione saw the danger immediatly and hugged him. "Calm down Harry, please. You and I know she could never replace your mum." Harry looked disgusted.
He looked at Ragnok. "Are the Weasleys only friendly to me because I'm rich and famous."
He nodded sadly. "I'm afraid so. They were planted at Platform 9 and ¾ so they could meet you and make sure you become a family friend. It was part of Dumbledore's plan to make sure he could keep a hold on you."
"Back to Miss Granger. If you go through with this, you will both be automatically emancipated. You Harry, will become Lord Potter and Hermione will be Lady Potter. Whatever the decision do not take it lightly."
Hermione was sitting in Harrys lap at this time. She wasn't quite sure when she got there she only knew she was there. Takeing her head off his chest she asked. "So we will be effectively married?"
Ragnok nodded. "You have twenty hours before the choice is made for you. If you pass this by it will not come again."
Dan and Emma had been silent more or less since they arrived. Dan bursted. "She will not be getting married! She is barely fourteen years old! What on earth is the normal in the magical world?"
The Director laughed, a truly disturbing sound from a Goblin. "In the magical world the parents usually sign marriage contracts when their child becomes the age of two." He looked at Harry. "Dumbledore set one up between you and Miss Weasley to ensure that you stay on the light side. You can cancel it, marry miss Granger and negate it or you can simply do both."
Harry looked at Hermione. "What do you want?"
She looked back at him. "Whatever you want." she shot back, smiling.
"Hermione, you decide. I'm happy with it I just don't want you pressured into anything."
"Truthfully?" He nodded. "I'm nervous. I like the idea, and Ragnok said it's a one-time offer. I just don't want to see what happens if you find someone better than me."
"'Mione," He started reprovingly. "There isn't anyone better than you. Your kind, smart, caring, brave not to mention beautiful. If you want it i'll go with it."
She nodded slowly. "Ok Harry." She looked at Ragnok. "I'll do it. Passing this one-time oppertunity just isn't me and this way Harry is susceptible to love potions... " She mumbled something at the end that no-one caught.
"What was that last bit Miss Granger?"
She blushed. "I said that I love him."
The goblin looked at her oddly. "Well thats enough on that subject. What are your decisions?"
"Do it." They replied in sync.
Ragnok looked relieved. "Good. I'll get some of my assistants to prepare everything. Hmph, what else...?" He checked the sheet once more. "Ahh good we're done. You lot best be off, we'll sort everything out."
Harry looked uncomfortable. "Err, sir? About the marriage... do we have to consumate?" He was blushing madly. Hermione joined him, looking like a tomato.
The goblin cracked, and laughed heavily. "G- God no. Not until you feel comfortable."
The pair sighed in relief and stood up to leave. Ragnok motioned for one last thing. "Go to Potter Mansion. You'll find loads of, ah, interesting stuff there. Its at this address, under the Fidelius Charm. Mr. Harry James Potter lives at Potter Mansion, Rowern Hill."
This concludes the second chapter. I am not familiar of any Welsh scenery. I live in Australia. Moved here from the UK half-a-year-ago. Best 6 months of my life. Read for enjoyment, Review if you want it to continue. This is completely based on Reader encouragement since this is my first time doing this.
I know there will be a few mistakes but please bear with me, I'm an independant person and prefer doing my own work.
This chapter was a base for a few more things to come. It won't be the best chapter, probably quite boring since its mostly reading wills and such. It'll get better next chapter.
Chapter 3: Visitng the Mansion Oh great, visitors
(A/N) Hey all! Don't worry about me updating, i'll be working on this as much as prossible! Ok so someone reviewed that QI started in 2003. I know. I'm keeping with the time, I'm just modernising it since I'm quite young I have no idea what you guys had in 1990. N64? Pfft, I don't know.
Sit back and enjoy the read. The next couple of chapters (or maybe just this one depending on the reviews and boredom levels) will encompass the rest of the summer holidays. Probably 1 or 2 more chapters on the holidays. YOU DECIDE. If its a yes, well, the chapter's wont be very long only 1.5k-2.5k words (unless I get carried away, which is unlikely because I haven't studied the topics on learning) . They, if you decide yes, will be focusing on Harry and 'Mione learning to become Animangi, which also invloces learning a form of occlumency since you need to be calm to find your Animangus form. It will also invloce them becoming smarter. Well for Harry anway, Hermione is already smart.
Harry and the three Grangers took Director Ragnoks advice and went to the Gringotts entrance where they found a goblin who was waiting for them. He gave them a portkey to Potter Mansion.
Now they were stood outside of a magnificent three-story building that was roughly two-hundred metres wide. It was beautiful, the fountains in the garden had exquisite patterns decorating them. The gardens were filled with blood-red roses and angel-white lilies. They also had some purple flower that Harry didn't know the name of. The bushes against the house were cut perfectly and the White marble trimming of the house and the deep green leaves made a great match.
Circling round to the side they found a massive hundred-metre pool which had wards round it to stop rain or leaves dropping into it. It also had a a couple of rides that led down into the pool. Going around further still they came upon a block of a building. Plan, simple and ugly. What they wanted to know was what was inside... well, them being curious led to them opening to doors and entering a gym area. They had a good look round the equipment and searched around. Hermione called to them. "Hey! Come look at this there's more!" naturally they all came rushing to the door she had located. Harry opened it. Inside were, what he assumed, black dragonhide robes and clothing.
Leaving the building with the joint promise on working on their health, which Hermione felt was pointless in Harrys case. Dan and Emma had agreed with the two teens that they needed to work on their bodies.
Harry led them back to the house to see Sharptooth waiting with a dozen goblins in mean-looking armour. The goblin caught sight of Harry and the group heading the his direction.
Raising a hairy arm Sharptooth waved them over. Seeing his motioning Harry and the Grangers went over to the goblin who was holding a goblin-size trunk. The goblin smiled. "Good afternoon Harry. I'm sure you've had a good look around, yes?" All four human nodded. "Excellent! Right let's get down to business. Our director has spoken to us about you. He was filled with trust and pride over you treating us equal and your kindness. Therefore, he, offers you an alliance between the Potter Family and the goblins in this country. What say you?"
Harry looked at the goblin as if to say 'duh' he answered. "Of course I'll except. Hang on... what are the terms?"
The goblin smiled. It was definitely creepy seeing a goblin smile so often. "Sharp one aren't you? Good. Okay I'll start with what we want out've this alliance. Firstly we want your word that you will not use us, unless we deem it appropriate. Secondly we want your word that you will help us gain rights in the wizarding world. And lastly we want your word that you will stand by us and not betray us. Is the acceptable Mr Pott- I mean Harry?" The goblin was all confidence on the outside, inside he was concerned. The lad was far more powerful than he knew and if these requests didn't go down well, he would have to make amends.
Fortunately his fears were unbased when Harry replied. "Of course. It sounds reasonable, I wouldn't do that stuff anyway but if you want it on paper it's fine."
The goblin breathed a mental sigh of relief. "Good, now we can move on to what we offer you. Firstly we offer sixty of our troops to look after you, this number can be negotiable within reason. Secondly we offer our word that we won't betray your trust and will not harm people you deem friends. Thridly we offer our word that your word will be either considered highly by our own goblin rights or your word will be automatically accepted, again within reason. Lastly we offer training you in our magics, which far superior to wizards. You will be taught healing magics and little or no offensive. What say you?"
"I agree." Harry replied simply. "What do I need to do to make this binding?"
The goblin looked uncomfortable. "You can't until you become emancipated."
Harry and Hermione looked at eachother, parents in the background silently egging the pair on. Leaning forwards together they kissed softly. Harry pulled back and, held Hermione to him, replied. "I think that clears up where me and Hermione stand." He turned to Dan and Emma. "I hope you two will give us your blessing. I love your daughter I really do. I'm not sure what live truly feels like since I haven't been loved since my parents died. She has been nothing less than a great friend." Turning to Hermione, he continued. "I'm sorry about last year and ignoring you. I'm sorry for first year and not being friendlier to you. I'm sorry that you were petrified."
Hermione moved her head off his chest and a hand moved to his cheek caressing it softly. "It's ok, I understand the reasons. Just to clear up everything, I love you Harry James Potter." He smiled down at her.
The goblin, Sharptooth, looked like it was high on something. "Brilliant! I'll be round tomorrow for us both to sign the contracts. As a sign of trust I leave you these six of our elite troops." he motioned, grandly, towards the well-armoured goblins. "Ah yes!" he said, slapping his head, clearly remembering something. "I was instructed to bring you the your parents' trunks and the products made by your dad and his friends, the Marauders."
Harry grinned. Moving behind Hermione and wrapping his arms round her lean stomach he leaned down to her ear and asked in a soft voice. "Wanna become animangi? And learn pranking from the masters of the art?" He was excited. He really wanted to give a good prank to Malfoy and his deformed and defective friends. And she knew it. Tilting her head back she kissed his jawline and replied. "Of course Harry. I wouldn't mind a prank to lighten the mood once in a while."
He mock-staggered in shock. "Hermione wants to prank someone? God when did I become such a bad influence?"
She grinned and punched his shoulder playfully. "You, sir, were always a bad influence on me. I seem all sorts of times where I've been in trouble; I only got off because of my otherwise immaculate record."
He sighed in apparent distress, it would've been more convincing if he didn't have a grin on his face. "Where did I go wrong Hermione?"
She didn't reply. Then she spoke up. "A good prank or two ought to bring the twins to their knees when they find that the son of a Marauder has come into the business." Harry snorted. "They'll be begging to be taught the true tricks of the trade."
The goblin looked at the grinning pair and rightly assumed they were plotting. Clearing his throat to gain attention, he frowned and clicked his fingers. The trunks and a box appeared. "The trunks belong to your parents Harry and the box has the books in. I have to leave now. The goblins have set up a temporary camp for the night shift. I'll see you tomorrow." With that he popped away.
Nodding to the guards Harry made his way to his mansion. The gravel crunching beneath his feet. He opened the door and gasped. Inside was sheathed in marble, exquisite patterns running up the banister of the staircase.
Dobby popped in front of the awed group. The loud cracking sound drew their attention to him."Master Harry Potter sir you is here! Dobby is happy to meets Harry Potter sirs Miss Grangey and her parents. Dobby will take you to the bedrooms so you cans settle in."
Harry picked up the Marauder box and his dads trunk, silently looking at Hermione, with his eyes, to take his mothers trunk.
Dan and Emma weren't sure what to make of the big-eyed, understated, and big-eared creature. It was polite and not moving quickly towards them so they saw no reason to panic... for now. They followed the little creature up the stairs. What they saw was many, many doors on both ways, presumably bedrooms, toilets and shower-rooms.
Harry asked Dobby. "Whats inside all these rooms? Theres so many!" He was quiet for a second. "Why are you here? I thought you were free?"
Dobby shook his head violently. "No sir, Dobby is free sir. But Dobby is wanting to be working for the great Mr. Harry Potter sir. Sir is a great, powerful wizard and needs to learn." Dobby took Harry and Hermiones hands and popped away, leaving two suprised parents to wander through the halls. They stumbled on a home cinema, apperantly muggle electricals work in this magical enviroment. They were eager to sit down and have a watch.
Meanwhile Hermione was drooling in anticipation. In front of her was a library. Hence the reaction. Harry saw her reaction, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, he said. "Hermione, flies." Hermione blushed and her jaw came back to life.
She looked at him. "This place is fantastic! Can we come here tomorrow?"
He grinned and playfully replied. "If your a good girl, I don't see why not."
She raised an eyebrow and went to moved over to sit on one of the bean-bags, her hips swaying more than usual; Harry was now the one drooling, staring at her behind. She smirked to herself; she knew what she was doing to him.
She plonked herself down grabbing a thick book from the closest shelf and began reading. Harry caught the name before the page turned. The How-to's on warding your Property, from lethal to annoying, by Daniel Potter. She after reading the title and who made the book, she checked the bookcase. It was filled with various Potters and had many, many subjects. Harry grabbed one. The Potter Guide to Transfiguration, by James Potter. He looked for his mothers, charms and potions books since she was the one of the best in England during her days. Probably still would be. He found them quickly. Lily Potter's guide for the budding potioneer and Lily Potter: How to charm the people pants off. Harry sniggered at the second book title.
Taking the three books, Harry sat down onto the bean-bag next to Hermione and began reading his dad's Transfiguration book. He found it fascinating to learn the secret of Transfiguration. It's all in the visualisation.
Three hours later they went down for dinner. Harry and Hermione couldn't see her parents anywhere. "Dobby!" Harry called. Dobby popped into existance.
"What is Mr. Harry Potter sir wanting?" He asked eagerly.
"Could you go and find Hermione's parents, please?" The elf nodded, dissappeared and re-appeared with Dan and Emma clutching their stomachs. Dan groaned. "God that doesn't get better at all. Is it dinner yet? I'm starved."
Dobby smiled tentatively. "The Potter house-elves cooked you foods sirs and misses."
"Thanks so very much." Dan replied, shaking the elfs hand. "Your a life-saver."
Dobby gave a watery smile. "It's the house-elf's job sir."
After a mouth-watering dinner of roast lamb, roast potatoes and vegtables. Harry, Hermione, Dan and Emma sat in front of a roaring fire for three hours, talking quietly. Both women dropping off in their mans arms. Dan and Harry shot eachother a smile. Harry motioned to the sleeping women. "Bucket of cold water?" He asked, quietly while, grinning dangerously. Dan shook his head. In the same quiet voice. "Tried it before. I slept on the couch for a month." he replied sadly, with a grin on his face.
"Ouch. I'm not trying that then. Not until I can lay the blame on someone else." Harry said smirking, then he yawned. "C'mon lets take these two to bed and call it a night." Dan nodded in agreement. Both lads rose with their women in their arms, carried bridal style up the stairs and into their chosen bedrooms.
Harry set Hermione down gently on the king-size bed, remvoing her clothes and changing her limp form into her pyjamas. He stripped and climbed into white shorts. He climb into the bed and pulled Hermione onto him, sharing the heat for their bodies. Hermione snuggled closer and let out a gentle sigh of contentment, one that Harry shared.
The next morning was much like the previous. Harry woke up with his sleepy green eyes opening to see two chocolate orbs staring intently at him. Smiling he said. "Hey! Good morning." He was tired and didn't bother trying to hide it in his voice. So it came out as: "Hmph! G'mornin'."
"Yes it is and do you know why?" She looked at him intently, she was infinitely more awake than he was. So he forced his eyes open and talked normally. She loved this sleepy cuteness he had, the way his startling emerald eyes would wake.
Grinning rakishly, setting the belly-flies going in her stomach, he replied. "Why yes I do. I'm being emancipated today, and you will be Lady Potter. If you still want it... the soul bond completes in..." He checked his watch. Then did the math. "We have two hours to change our minds."
"Well I'm staying here. No way am I leaving... especially if it's a one-time opportunity. If you still want me?" She spoke with longing and hope. She loved Harry, he was so kind to her. Ever since first year he'd been good to her aside from the odd Ron-caused rejection. She couldn't take it now they were together.
"Of course Hermione. I wouldn't leave you, ever. I promise. It is definitely quick, but since it is a one-time chance I'm so taking it. " He replied stroking her fair cheeks softly, until her eyes fluttered shut from his gentle touch. He decided to joke slightly. " Besides Ginny reminds me of my mum and there is no way I'm going there." She laughed. Then he said. "Come on, let get up. That goblin, Sharptooth, said he was coming over sometime in the afternoon; we need to get ready."
They dressed seperately, they had only been together for two days and neither were ready for seeing those parts yet. Hermione was worried Harry wouldn't like her, it was silly but she felt that way all the same. Harry went along with what she wanted. It's definitely at the top of the male agenda: agree with everything she says and you won't get screamed at.
They went downstairs meeting Hermiones parents halfway downstairs. Dan and Emma called to the teens and smiled and motioned them in the direction onf the kitchen. Understanding the teens turned back round and continued down the massive staircase and turned right towards the kitchen. The parents found the kids chatting about something called 'Animagi'. They looked questioningly at their daughter and soon-to-be-son-in-law. Harry took up the explaination. "Animagi or an Animagus is, simply, a person that can change into a particular animal. The process of becoming an Animagus is long, and has the potential to go very wrong and cause the transformation to become a disaster. Once the initial training is over, an Animagus can change at will at any time, with or without a wand. The Animagus form is a reflection of one's inner nature. Finding your inner nature also aids you natural Occlumency defenses." At their confused expressions he answered the unasked question. "Occlumency is mind defense, used to guard your mind against legilimens. A skilled Occlumens can order their thoughts into parts, sort of like a computer and the folders."
Dan and Emma understood that. "Can non-magicals like us use this?"
Harry turned to Hermione, who was thoughtful, but eventually shrugged. "We're not sure. I'll look further into the book." To Hermione he asked. "Did you find those ingrediants in the potions room yesterday?"
She nodded. "Yes, I'll grab the Marauders book on Animagi and prepare the potion. We can start learning the Occlumency Marauder-style as well. Their way is much faster than any other way I've heard of."
They sat and ate pancakes with lemon and sugar with a glass of pumpkin juice, before the group got up and went to the Potter gym. After working out for an hour, and aching terribly, the group walked back to the house on dead feet.
Dan was wheezing, he hadn't worked that much in a couple of years. "Dobby!" He called out, his voice sounding strained. The elf popped in front of him. He wore a makeshift belt around his waist and had four vials of potion. "What's those at your waist?" Dan asked curiously.
"It's Pepper-up potion for master's and mistress's. It will help yous with recuperating." He handed a vial to each human, who eagerly drank. An audible sigh of relief escaped their mouths. Harry was the least effected by the workout but was tired, thanks to the potion he was up and at full health again.
"T- those running machines were torture! They didn't stop until you had done ten minutes sprinting. You, young Harry, are mad." Emma groaned. She and Dan had jelly-legs when they had gotten off the treadmills. Hermione wasn't as bad, being on adventures with Harry certainly did good for your health after the first couple of times.
Harry grinned he had been least effected by the run, since he had to run from Dudley and his bum-chums quite often. His arm muscles were growing but relatively weak, despite all the hard word he had done at the Dursley house. He was stronger than a fair amount of people in their year but wanted to fill out the muscle a bit. Lean and wiry was his goal... he did not want to become Crabbe or Goyle. He shuddered at the thought.
Together they entered the house and immediately dived for the couches. Resting before having to meet Sharptooth again.