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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: 48272; Chapter Total: 5786 |
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After a rather nice lunch in Muggle London, where Sirius flirted outrageously with the waitress, the two Marauders and Harry found themselves entered a broken down telephone booth. They dialed a series of numbers (62442) which oddly enough spelled out ‘MAGIC’ on the telephone, and even odder, could be turned into the Dark symbol of 666. When Harry pointed that out to his guardians and explained what the numbers meant to Muggles, Sirius decided that perhaps it was time someone petitioned for a new pass code for the entrance to the Ministry of Magic. The odd group of the Boy-Who-Lived, a werewolf, and an ex-con (recently acquitted) was soon entering the large lobby of the hub of Magical activity in Great Britain. After getting their wands check by Eric Munch, who winked at Harry upon checking his wand, the group headed to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. As they exited the elevator, they met a most unusual person in a most unusual fashion. A young woman, presumably an Auror, crashed into Moony with the force of a rogue Bludger. - - - Five minutes or so earlier… “Damn it all to Voldemort’s most creepy lair, Tonks! Don’t you know how to walk straight!” retired Auror Mad-Eye Moody (now an Auror trainer) yelled in frustration. “You’ve been captured in every damn rundown of stealthy procedures!” “I’m sorry!” Tonks said earnestly. “I try, I really do!” Moody had a bit of a soft spot for the young Metamorphmagus, so let her go with a warning. “Go home and buy yourself a book on balance and for Merlin’s sake Nymphadora, don’t trip in front of a bus!” which for him was an incredibly sweet thing to say. “A-alright, Sir,” the Auror-to-be said, teary eyed. “You’ve got the potential to be one of my best… maybe even the best since James Potter came through training. You can do this, Tonks. I’m not giving up on you; I’ll work you until the name Moody becomes synonymous with Hell, but by Merlin you’ll reach your potential before I’m through with you. Got it!” he said, a strong hand clasped on her shoulder. “Yes, Sir,” she said in a stronger voice. - - - Down the hall at the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office… “Perkins! Would you look at this,” Arthur Weasley gushed to his partner. “It’s a Muggle transportation device, called a skate! Some warlock in Kent enchanted it with a notice-me-not charm until after people have stepped on it and slipped. Awful trick really; ten Muggles with broken bones, but I think I can undo the enchantment!” Perkins didn’t even look up from his paperwork and merely grunted in response. “Do you want to see what it does?” Arthur asked, showing where the twins got their personalities from. Perkins looked up at this, and with a gleam in his eye, said, “Auror training just ended for the day.” The two men exchanged looks of glee and slipped out of their office to leave the skate by the doors to the Auror Training room. - - - Here and now… And so it was that ten minutes after two in the afternoon, one Nymphadora Tonks came out of the training room, slipped on the skate, and went skidding down the hall only to land on top of Remus John Lupin. “I am so sorry!” she said from on top of the older man. She pushed herself up off of his chest a bit and looked down into amber eyes. Tonks froze. Remus had been shocked when the pink-haired young woman crashed into him. That however, was nothing to how he felt when he looked up into her violet eyes. “Don’t be,” was his response to her apology. Really, how could any sane male be upset about having a beautiful twenty-one year old woman lying on top of him? They held each others gaze for what could have been a century…or a minute and a half, which was all the time Sirius needed to get over his shock and burst into laughter. “Cousin Dora meet my good friend Remus Lupin. Remy, ole buddy ole pal, meet my little cousin Nymphadora Tonks,” Sirius said. Suddenly, with no warning and incredible speed, Tonks was on her feet and hexing Sirius with the Itching Curse. “Don't call me Nymphadora!” “HELP! Moony heeeeeelp!” Sirius cried out as he tried to scratch his itches, some of which were in places one should never scratch in public. Harry was enjoying himself immensely by this time. Remus got slowly to his feet and stared at his best friend. “I don’t think I will help you right now, Padfoot. I’d rather not incur the wrath of your lovely and fascinating cousin. My lady,” he said, bowing over her hand and kissing it. “I bow to your greatness.” “I’m charmed to meet you, Mr. Lupin. I’ve heard such…fascinating things about you,” Tonks replied, lengthening and batting her eyelashes flirtatiously. “Perhaps we could get together sometime to compare notes. You see, I just so happen to have heard a great deal about you,” Remus said, still holding her hand. Harry stared in fascination as his sort-of uncle flirted with a woman. Sirius’ flirting was one thing, but Remus’ was another entirely. “Dinner, tonight, 7 o’clock,” was her simple response. “Perfect,” Remus said, “We’ll meet at the Cauldron and go from there?” “Perfect,” Tonks replied. With a flick of her wand, she removed the curse from Sirius, and a moment later, she had left on the elevator. “So,” Sirius said, “Shall we just pretend this never happened?” He sounded hopeful. Remus shook his head and began to walk toward the doors to Amelia Bones’ office. “Padfoot, my good friend, we’ll never let you forget it.” “Damn.” “We’re here to see Madam Bones,” Sirius told the witch seated at the receptionist desk. The young woman didn’t even look up from her magazine, Witch Weekly. “Madam Bones is very busy today so unless you’re the Minister of Magic or Harry Potter, you’ll have to make an appointment for later this week.” Harry smirked. “Hi! It’s nice to meet you; I’m Harry Potter, and my godfather has an appointment with Madam Bones, so if you’ll just let her know…” The woman fell out of her chair with a loud squawk as soon as he said his name. She hurried to the door behind her desk and entered it. A moment later she came rushing out again followed by a stern looking witch with a monocle. “Ah, Mr. Black, I am surprised to find you here as my assistant only mentioned Mr. Potter,” Madam Bones said, arching a brow in the direction of the blushing young witch. Sirius grinned and gave a fake sigh. “There was a time when pretty young witches saved all of their attention for me,” he sighed again, “and now I find myself usurped by my own godson. Oh! How will I ever recover from the shame?” Madam Bones smiled widely and invited them into her office. “Young Mr. Malfoy will be brought here soon by Auror Kingsley Shacklebolt. He’s a new transfer from the African Ministry and he’s already proven to be sent by Merlin.” “Really?” Remus asked. “He must be good then.” “He is,” she replied, just as someone knocked on her office door. “Come in.” A tall broad shouldered black man, who Harry immediately recognized came in with his hand resting on the shoulder of a surly Draco Malfoy. “You were one of the Aurors who came to Professor Dumbledore’s office the day Pettigrew was caught,” Harry exclaimed. Kingsley raised his brows in surprise. “Yes, I was there, though I am surprised that you recognized me.” Harry looked sheepish. “I have a good memory.” He turned to Draco. “Hello,” he said politely. Draco glared at him. “I don’t want your pity, Potter,” he spat. “Good, ‘cause I wasn’t offering any. I just want to end the animosity between us, because frankly it’s gotten out of hand, and as we’re probably going to be spending a lot of time together this summer, I thought we could have a truce,” Harry tried to explain. Draco’s gaze searched his face for any sign of duplicity. “Weasley’ll be mad.” “Ron will get over it,” Harry said shrugging. “Do we have an accord?” He held out his hand. Draco still looked wary but shook it. Madam Bones looked slightly surprised, but said nothing about this development. “Mr. Black, if you would sign these papers confirming your custody of Mr. Malfoy, then we can wrap things up. I’m sure you have somewhere else you’d like to be, and I certainly have more than enough work to be getting on with, especially with the election coming up in two weeks.” Harry looked interested. “Are you running, Madam Bones?” She looked at him in surprise. “Yes, Mr. Potter, I am.” “I wish you the best of luck, Madam. I, for one, am certainly hoping you win; you would be a great improvement from the last Minister. Not that achieving that would be difficult,” Harry added, smiling. Madam Bones smiled. “I quite agree.” “Susan lives with you, right?” Harry asked, changing the subject suddenly. “Yes, she does,” Madam Bones replied, surprise coloring her voice. “Would you please tell her that I said ‘hi’,” Harry said, wanting to be polite to the girl he had partnered with during one of their Mandrake lessons. “Of course,” the Head of the DMLE replied. - - - Later that evening… Harry and Draco sat in the upstairs sitting room, staring in fascination as the two Marauders rushed around trying to get ready for their dates. “Ten galleons says that Sirius will forget that he isn’t wearing any pants until after he gets to the first floor,” Harry said, amused sounding. “What do you take me for, Potter? That’s a sucker’s bet!” Draco replied. Remus came out of his room wearing a caramel colored dress shirt, and a light brown blazer. He froze when he noticed the boys staring at him. “The jacket is the wrong color isn’t it? I knew it!” He turned and re-entered his bedroom without waiting for a response. Sirius exited his room a minute later and said, “Bye boys, don’t burn the house down.” He left, and Harry and Draco exchanged looks before sneaking after him to see when he’d notice his missing pants. Sirius had nearly made it to the door when… “It’s a bit drafty in here.” He froze and looked down. He yelped and ran up the stairs, and past the laughing boys. Remus appeared next to the boys a moment later, this time wearing a dark brown blazer. “I’m off,” he said. “Have fun, boys. Be good for the house elves.” “Bye Moony,” Harry said. Draco also said, “Bye, Mr. Lupin.” Sirius came dashing past them a minute later. He froze on the bottom step, ran back up to the boys and hugged them, saying, “Don’t do anything Remus wouldn’t do.” “Darn!” Harry said, looking disgruntled. “Draco, I guess that means no drunken parties with naked women, and I was so looking forward to it!” Draco was trying to stifle his laughter without much luck. He failed completely when Sirius said, “Actually, there was that one time in ’79…” Sirius shrugged. “Bye then,” he said as he dashed out the door. The two boys exchanged looks for a long moment. “So… How about a game of chess?” Harry suggested. “Race you there,” Draco replied, dashing off. “Cheater!” Harry yelled, as he entered the sitting room. “Nope. Slytherin,” Draco replied from his seat at the chess board. - - - Dear Ginny, It turns out that due to the recent arrests, my godfather has received custody of his cousin's child, Draco Malfoy. I decided to offer him a truce and he accepted. I really don't want to spend the summer watching my back. Please break the news to Ron for me. I'm sure it'll be a good show when he blows his top. I miss you loads, and can hardly wait to see you again. I'll write again soon. Harry Ginny smiled as she read the letter. "Oh, RON!" she sang out. "Harry has the most fascinating news!" |
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