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Harry Potter and the Secrets He's Kept | ||||||
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Category: Alternate Universe Characters:Albus Dumbledore, Harry/Ginny, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Remus Lupin, Ron Weasley, Sirius Black Genres: Action/Adventure, Drama, General, Romance Warnings: Disturbing Imagery, Mild Language, Spouse/Adult/Child Abuse Rating: R Reviews: 46 Summary: Sequel to Harry Potter and the Secrets Revealed. Harry and friends have rewound time, and gone back to the end of Harry's second year. Harry must now try to change the future without making Dumbledore suspicious, and harder yet, without Voldemort finding out. Hitcount: Story Total: 48276; Chapter Total: 6582 |
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“MERLIN’S MOST HOLEY UNDERGARMENTS!” Sirius yelled. - - - Ten minutes ago… Sirius grunted as Remus shoved a cup of scalding tea into his hand. Harry imagined that the grunt was actually Sirius saying ‘Thanks’. Sirius had dragged himself downstairs not two minutes before, garbed in his favorite red and gold silk pajamas. He was apparently too lazy to even pull on a dressing gown when he first got up. Moony and Harry exchanged looks of amusement. “FOOD!” Sirius yelled suddenly when Jibber placed a plate in front of him. Sirius had just finished his second plate of pancakes when an owl pecked at the window. Jibber let the owl in, and it flew straight to Sirius. Sirius looked annoyed, but took the letter. “Give the bird an owl treat, would you Jibber,” he muttered as he popped open the Ministry of Magic’s seal. He yawned slightly as he started to read the letter. His eyes widened and began to move faster, flicking back-and-forth as he read. - - - Present time… “What do Merlin’s undergarments have to do with anything, Padfoot?” Remus asked, munching on a piece of bacon. Sirius’ mouth was hanging open in shock. “Since my cousin Narcissa has been convicted of harboring a Death Eater, and her husband Lucius Malfoy has been convicted of being a Death Eater, as head of the Black family I now have custody of their son…” “Draco,” Harry groaned. “That figures.” “I’m supposed to pick him up at the Ministry sometime this afternoon when they are done questioning him about his parents,” Sirius said. “He has a godfather but it’s Snape, and he’s still on probation with the Ministry.” “Yes,” Remus said, “The only reason Snape isn’t in Azkaban for being a Death Eater is because he turned spy and Dumbledore vouched for him after you destroyed Voldemort, Harry.” He paused a moment, then said, “I wonder what Draco is like,” his brow furrowed. “Every other word is what his dad says, it’s like he doesn’t know how to think for himself,” Harry said. “He also called Hermione a Mudblood last year.” “Are you okay with him coming here, Harry, or would you rather I take him somewhere else,” Sirius asked, looking concerned. Harry looked thoughtful for a long moment. “If he’s anything like Dudley, then he’s just saying what he’s heard all his life, and doesn’t know any better. If we bring him here, maybe we can show him the truth about Muggles and Muggleborns. Teach him to think for himself. Mind you, it won’t be easy,” Harry said. Sirius looked green. “He sounds like my brother, Regulus.” “You have a brother?” Harry asked in shock. “Had,” Sirius said. “He turned his back on me when I was sorted into Gryffindor. The Blacks are a lot like the Malfoys, Slytherin to the core. My whole family shunned me after I was sorted into Gryffindor. Anyway, Reggie joined the Death Eaters when he finished at Hogwarts. He changed his mind and did something to piss off Voldemort though, because a year later he was murdered by him.” Harry looked thoughtful. “So if Regulus could change, doesn’t that mean that Draco could too?” “Yes, Harry, it does,” Remus said, smiling kindly. “You are very much Lily’s son. She always felt that Snape could turn to the light, and he did.” Harry blushed, ducking his head. Sirius sighed. “Well, it looks like we’re going to have an addition to our family. After all, it isn’t the little snot’s fault that his parents are Pureblood Supremists who taught him that he was better than everyone else when he’s not.” Sirius stood from the table. “I’m going to go get dressed, then I think we’d better spend the morning finishing our shopping as we won’t want to do it when Draco gets here.” He left the room. “More shopping,” Harry groaned. “We still have to take you to the Optometrist. We didn’t have time yesterday,” Remus said. Harry nodded his head. “Oh,” he said suddenly, “Tibby!” “Yes, Master Harry,” the elf said happily. “What is you wanting Tibby to do?” “Could you prepare a room for Draco Malfoy who will be living with us now?” Harry said. “Something in green and silver would be best.” “I is doing it for Master,” Tibby said, and disappeared with a pop. “That was very kind of you, Harry,” Remus said softly, smiling proudly at the teen. “I just figured… it’ll be a shock, you know, suddenly going from the spoiled prince to a convict’s son,” Harry explained. “Everything is changing for him, and he needs someplace where he can still be ‘just Draco’. The Burrow and now here as well are my places to be ‘just Harry’.” “I understand,” the werewolf said. “You don’t have to be The-Boy-Who-Lived here…” Harry snorted, “Or ‘Slytherin’s heir’.” Remus smiled in remembrance of Harry telling them about the past two years. “And you want Draco to have a place where he’s not ‘the convicts’ son’.” “Exactly,” Harry said. “That’s very…” Sirius said, entering the room having heard the end of the conversation, “…what’s that word Moony?” “Which word were you thinking of?” Remus said, frowning. “The ‘m’ one,” Sirius frowned as he thought. “Magnanimous?” Remus asked. “That’s it!” Sirius said, “That’s very magnanimous of you, Harry.” “Thanks,” Harry replied. “Are we ready to go then?” he asked, arching a brow in question. “Yes, Harry, we’re ready to go,” Sirius said. Harry grinned and bounced out of his seat. - - - Sirius opened the glass door to the Optometrist’s office to the sound of a tinkling bell. He ushered Harry in with a hand on his shoulder. “He should be here…” Sirius started to say. “Mr. Black!” someone said suddenly, not unlike Mr. Ollivander did. It was a man with brittle graying hair, chocolate skin, and he was wearing vibrant orange robes. “I haven’t seen you since the last time James Potter came in for a new prescription.” “Hello, Mr. Glass,” Sirius said. “We’re here because Harry needs his eyes examined, and he needs a new pair of glasses and perhaps some contacts as well.” Mr. Glass smiled. “This should be fun,” he said gleefully. Harry was more than a little scared from the way the man was rubbing his hands together. “Well… Sit down then,” the man said, indicating a chair at a small table. Harry sighed and flopped down onto the seat. “So, when was your last visit with an Optometrist?” Mr. Glass asked. “Erm,” Harry said, blushing, “I was five…” Mr. Glass’ eyes widened. “That is outrageous!” he snapped. “What were your guardians thinking?” “They weren’t, obviously,” Remus said wryly. An hour later, the trio was picking out a new set of frames for Harry. They ultimately decided on a pair of round silver frames, and two sets of contacts. One set was brown and the other clear. After his customers had made their selections, Mr. Glass said, “Do you want any extra charms on the glasses and contacts?” Harry looked up at Remus and Sirius to see their reactions. Both men looked thoughtful. “Can we see a list to choose from?” Sirius said. “Well, Padfoot, you can see a list I’m sure, but the question is ‘May you?’” Remus said, smirking. He took every opportunity to correct Sirius’ grammar, if only to annoy him. Sirius stuck his tongue out at the werewolf as he accepted the placard that Mr. Glass handed him. Both Marauders looked over the list and began to debate the merits of each Charm. “No, Padfoot, we are not going to have one put on that will allow Harry to see through things! He’s a teenager, and the last thing we want is for him to get in trouble with Dumbledore for looking through the girls’ clothes,” Remus argued. As Sirius began to contest that statement, Harry rolled his eyes and said, “Mr. Glass, they’ll be at this all day. May I see a copy of that list?” “Of course, Mr. Potter,” was the reply. The extra charms were Impervious, Stick-on, Never-break, See-through, Aura-sight, Zoom-in, Anti-fog, Night-vision, Sun-shade, Auto-adjust prescription, Poison-detection, Ward-sight, and Magic-sight. Harry gave a low whistle. “Has anyone ever gotten all of these done?” Sirius and Remus were still arguing in the background. Mr. Glass chuckled. “Mad-Eye did.” “Who’s Mad-Eye?” “You were raised by Muggles, right?” Mr. Glass asked. “How’d you know?” Harry frowned. “My nephew, Lee Jordan…” “Is in Gryffindor and just finished his fourth year,” Harry finished. “Yes. Mad-Eye is an infamous Auror,” Mr. Glass answered. At Harry’s confused look, he said, “An Auror is like a Muggle policeman.” Harry looked confused again. “I took Muggle Studies at Hogwarts. Anyway, Mad-Eye Moody has the highest record for the most criminals captured during his tenure. He had to beat your grandfather’s record to do it.” He paused, “So have you made a decision?” “Yeah, I’m never taking these two anywhere ever again,” Harry replied dryly, indicating the men who were still arguing. “Hey!” both Marauders responded. “Okay,” Harry said, getting down to business, “I want the Impervious, Stick-on, Never-break, Aura-sight, Zoom-in, Anti-fog, Night-vision, Sun-shade, Auto-adjust prescription, Poison-detection, Ward-sight, and Magic-sight.” “In other words, everything but the See-through charm,” Mr. Glass responded, smiling. “Yep, no point in giving anyone a reason to think bad of me,” Harry said. “Excellent! I’ll have these done for you in two hours,” Mr. Glass said, as he went into the back room. “So, what do we do now?” Harry asked. “We get to go to the bank to set up Remy’s salary,” Sirius looked excited at this prospect. “Padfoot,” Remus groaned. “I don’t…” “Shut up, Moony,” Sirius and Harry said together. Sirius continued, “Harry needs the tutoring and you need a job, we’re killing two Fwoopers with one curse.” Harry snickered at the wizarding version of a common Muggle saying. “Come on, let’s go,” he said finally, dragging both men by their arms out of the store. Sirius and Remus exchanged looks and followed their young charge. Harry dragged them into the bank and up to one of the counters. “Yes,” the Goblin said tersely. “We’d like to see Griphook please,” Sirius said. The Goblin sneered and called out, “Legcrusher, Take these wizards to Griphook’s office.” Legcrusher barely looked in their direction before starting to walk off. The three wizards hurried after him. They were led down many corridors until they began to feel as though they were in a maze. At last, they stopped in front of a pair of tall mahogany doors. Legcrusher knocked once. “Enter,” a creaky voice said. Legcrusher pushed open the doors, and shut them after the trio had entered the office. “Hello, Griphook,” Sirius said, Remus and Harry echoing him. “Lord Black,” the Goblin replied. “How may I help you?” “We need to set up payment for Remus. I would say… two hundred Galleons a month for his services as a tutor for Harry,” Sirius said. “According to the Potters’ will, that money will be taken directly from the family vault,” Griphook said as he wrote something down on some parchment. “Only take half of it from there, the other half can be taken from my vault,” Sirius said. “But…” Harry began. Sirius placed a hand on his godson’s shoulder. “Harry, as your adopted father it is my duty and right to pay for things like this. It was your parents wishes that if I were to raise you, I would pay for half of everything while the remainder would come from their vault. Parents take care of their children, not the other way around,” he explained. Harry blushed. It had been ingrained in him from the time he was young to take care of himself as he couldn’t count on his guardians to do it. Now, everything had changed. “Now then, are we good?” Sirius looked oddly serious. “Yeah,” Harry replied. “We’re good.” |
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