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Harry Potter and the Skittering Spouse

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Fencer said:
Ok ok ok! Head cold on the retreat. Windows all seran wrapped for the winter… well I may need to redo a couple, but it's technically done, and if it manages to keep my electricity bill down to 3x the summer cost instead of 4x I'll count is as a win. dishes cooking and laundry are done, bills are paid…. Ok… Ok! Adulting done and dusted, update is not but it's close now I just have to beat my muse into submission and get past this one annoying bit. Rewriting bits of canon Is boring. Super boring. Just the worst most un-interesting Garbage… how do the writers for this fandom stand aping cannon so closely so often? How?
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It tends to be ignorable once you get past a certain point depending on how you are changing things. You're actually in one of the best years for that in the Potterverse since Year 6 has only the one big plot and not a whole mess of nonsense going on like Years 2-5 do. Stations of Canon can be useful, plus unless you're willing to create tons of OCs and plot arcs out of thin air, it's easier to just have only one or two changes and use those to make the ripples you want. Sadly there is going to be some things that must occur, like Harry dealing with the various Horcrux, and Voldemort, but it's not too bad.

Be glad it's not a Grand Order Fic. The Human Incineration Plan and all it's components (e.g where and when the Singularities are and who are its inhabiting characters, along with the accompanying Events) are all universal constants of the entire Nasuverse that can't be changed without a whole mess of original work if you want to deal with Goetia. If you can get Taylor and Harry to King's Cross to board the train for the start of term you should be fine. That should allow enough time in universe for most things to be butterflied away.
 
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@Functionality dude… the hell?
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This is exactly the reaction I wanted to receive. ;)

On topic; I am glad you got the adulting stuff done and can focus on this story.

Most of what I know about Harry Potter can from fanfiction, and my knowledge is limited, so I can't speculate about potential plotlines as much, but I have some ideas.

How would Hermione react to Harry getting drunkenly married? Would she be jealous of Taylor (IIRC, Hermione had a crush on Harry)? What about Ron? I imagine he would at least be shocked.
 
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How would Hermione react to Harry getting drunkenly married? Would she be jealous of Taylor (IIRC, Hermione had a crush on Harry)? What about Ron? I imagine he would at least be shocked.
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She'd be a bit upset, but would mostly just want to make sure Taylor wouldn't hurt Harry in some way. And I don't think Hermione would be jealous of Taylor per se since it's not entirely Taylor's fault she's now permanently married to Harry. Ron is not likely to do well, but his reaction really depends on Molly and Ginny's reactions which aren't likely going to be friendly. So he's likely to stick his foot in his mouth very shortly after meeting Taylor.
 
Functionality said:
How would Hermione react to Harry getting drunkenly married? Would she be jealous of Taylor (IIRC, Hermione had a crush on Harry)? What about Ron? I imagine he would at least be shocked.
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Hermione's implied to still have a crush on him this year too, but ends up in a future divorce with Ron, so it's probably more latent than super significant. Harry doesn't reciprocate anyway, he's too busy being jealous of Ginny's boyfriends in a manner that sounds like he has severe indigestion instead of romantic interest in the smallest Weasley.

This is because Jo Rowling cannot write romance worth a damn.
 
Speaking of killing cannon......harm making a comment.....sorry, I could not pass it up with how many fics go that way

Harry, I know that you are now married to Taylor. But depending on which type of fandom we wish to use you get to become a lord and since you are now married. You are not an adult.
Depending on how out contract got written for this story, you will need a few wives to carry on different family names. I am more the happy to share you with Taylor in also being married which might be legal in the wizard world. Besides, did you see how damn hot Taylor is? Now if you will excuse me, I have to take care of myself and change my very soaked panties right now.
Besides, who the he'll would want to sleep with that idiot Ron anyway? He has no life or even motive to do anything with it and do not get me started on his personal habits....
 
Nightmare723764 said:
Man, fuck canon!
I write what I want and damn what canon says!
I may give it a nod and use it to get a handle on characters but generally speaking I write whatever.
I'm not the kind of writer that 'plans' things out.
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Um, congrats?

I wasn't actually talking about individual authors, but if you want to take my thoughts on why people follow a canon plotline as a personal comment honoring you, by all means do so.
 
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Look mate, friendo, pal, guy, my dude,
friend, alter ego, amigo, buddy, chum, compadre, comrade, confidant, confidante, mah crony, fam, intimate, musketeer, brotha from anotha motha, the author already said this isn't gonna be one of those fics. It ain't gonna about a girl (or multiple) jumpin on Harry's Wand.


(I have no idea why I typed what I did. Twas like my hands moved on their own. Very peculiar.)
 
Isiri Pudireach said:
Look mate, friendo, pal, guy, my dude,
friend, alter ego, amigo, buddy, chum, compadre, comrade, confidant, confidante, mah crony, fam, intimate, musketeer, brotha from anotha motha, the author already said this isn't gonna be one of those fics. It ain't gonna about a girl (or multiple) jumpin on Harry's Wand.


(I have no idea why I typed what I did. Twas like my hands moved on their own. Very peculiar.)
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Someone had to get the most common fannon things in Harry potter fics knocked in a silly omake and that is what this was.
 
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    • {}{}{}{} Taylor

    Snapping back to reality in a park lit only by the setting sun I let myself breath again. The gossip spread through the Ministry building like fire and everyone was saying the same things.

    "Poor Potter, married to a crippled American."

    "The girl's some sort of freak I tell you! Can't use a wand, but she can make bugs dance a jig."

    "It's just like I told you, Adams! Breeding will tell! The boy's father went and married a mudblood and now look what the kids done to a long proud family legacy. Destroyed it!"

    It was like being back in Winslow and surrounded by people gossiping for the sake of being cruel all over again. True these people didn't know I was listening, and their stupidly prejudiced worldview didn't mean jack all to me, but the distinctions meant surprisingly little right now.

    I'd had more than enough bullshit thrown at me in the past two days and before ending up here had been the whole chain of disasters that had happened since putting on my costume for the first time.

    Frankly I could use a vacation. Somewhere far away from Vegas. Maybe take an expedition to the rainforest hunting for useful bugs?

    Sure, I might get attacked by the wildlife or some locals that hate outsiders, but after everything else? Those sorts of threats sounded more amusing than dangerous. Had to be safer than magic terrorists. Maybe there were magic bugs there too? Nature was scary enough on its own. Who knew what could happen when you started working in whatever bullshit allowed something like a dragon to get off the ground and breathe fire.

    The neighborhood we walked through was painfully uniform. There were no expanded spaces and nothing that seemed even remotely odd…. Ok that was a lie. There were several things that seemed odd in this neighborhood.

    A doll collection that bordered on hoarding. A very small and discreet drug den where a teen was carefully weighing out pot, and a rather enthusiastic swingers club I was pulling my swarm away from with all possible speed.

    But there was nothing obviously magical about anything in my range. And Harry, rather than relaxing, was getting more and more tense.

    "Is this safe house hidden or something? Or are bug senses just getting around the protections because people don't bother to put up protections against them?" I asked as much for clarification as to break the rising tension.

    Harry barked a short humorless laugh.

    "There're no safe houses here. Just my relative's home."

    The way he said that… was I just a magnet for people my age with fucked up home lives? I needed Harry to have his head in the game here not… whatever this was.

    "So why are we here?" I asked Remus.

    "Dumbledore sent word headquarters might be compromised. We're mostly here to get Harry's things and wait until Dumbledore can get here. Then we'll move you two somewhere else." Remus answered.

    Harry didn't look like he believed a word of it and was failing to brace for something. Well… if we were going to get through this shit show and not murder each other he needed to remember that he had someone on his side now.

    "I brought a few scorpions with me." I started casually and smirked at the flinches from the Lupins and the "why" look from Harry.

    "Some spiders too, but I've got plans for those. The scorpions on the other hand aren't as useful for me. So, rather than fighting to keep them alive through a Scottish winter… you think your relatives might like them?"

    Harry snorted, then devolved into quiet chuckles.

    "Well, don't do anything on my account. But if they're rude and you feel like showing off?" Harry shrugged. "I'm sure no one could complain about that."

    If huh? Funny, I was thinking it was more of a when. From the looks the adults were sharing they agreed.

    Harry took a deep breath and pulled ahead before turning down a driveway and knocking on the door.

    A fat teen opened the door and grimaced.

    "Harry." He sounded uncomfortable, but not hostile.

    "Dudley." Harry's voice was flat.

    Dudley winced as he saw the rest of us coming up behind Harry.

    "You brought more of, of your lot with you? Dad's already in a mood, he's not going to be happy about that."

    "Vernon's only happy when I'm out of sight." Harry countered.

    Dudley offered only a weak grin in response to that before frowning.

    "Are they all coming in, or?"

    "Yeah, we shouldn't be here too long but… a lot's happening right now. I don't know. We should be gone later tonight, but…" Harry only shrugged.

    Dudley grimaced but let us in.

    We made it as far as the kitchen before the shouting started.

    "Boy! What the bloody hell do you think you're doing bringing more of these freaks into my home! Bad enough you made me waste time picking you up just so you could run off the next day! Now you're bringing more freaks into my home?! I won't have it! Out! Out with the lot of you!" A fat man, Vernon apparently, shouted.

    Harry's shoulders slumped a bit more with every sentence.

    Oh look, he was being rude. Which I suppose is my cue.

    "Mr. Dursley, I presume. I'm Taylor Potter, your nephew's wife. Wasn't really planned. but it turns out that Las Vegas weddings are a real thing, and magic makes them permanent. Can't say I'm a witch, but do you want to see some scorpions dance?"

    The bugs in question swarmed out of my bag onto the table while the fat man was busy sputtering incoherently. When they did in fact start doing a shuffling sort of dance. Vernon lost it and tried to punch me.

    I ducked the clumsy blow and whipped my combat baton into his face. His nose broke with a satisfying crunch. As he stumbled about clutching his face, I pulled my knife. When he stopped hollering long enough to notice he stopped moving and went surprisingly pale.

    I just smiled. The Dursleys all looked about a hair's breadth from panic. I could just make out the others from the corner of my eye. The Lupins looked exasperated. Harry? The boy was hiding a tiny grin.

    "Now that's no way to greet new family." I said with false cheer. As a small swarm began to flood into the room. "Don't worry though, we'll be gone soon enough. Still though, might be best if you three turned in early tonight."

    The Dursley's heads bobbled weakly and they backed towards the stairs before bolting up at a dead run.

    This? This was pathetic. Yeah, the smart thing to do against a cape is run but just… it didn't even feel like it was worth the effort.

    There was a soft exhale behind me. I turned just in time to see Harry break down into wheezy laughter.

    Well, at least he was feeling better

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    Three hours, a small pile of sandwiches and a lot of stilted conversations later, Taylor looked up sharply, about twenty seconds before someone knocked on the door.

    Remus hid his wand up his sleeve and went to answer.

    "Professor, ahh, um Minster Fudge, Madam Bones, aurors. I uh, can't say we were expecting all of you."

    "I spent two hours attempting to dissuade them from this, but neither the Director or the Minister were willing to see reason." Dumbledore's said, As Remus led the group into the kitchen.

    Taylor's body language was still relaxed, but I'd already learned that meant nothing, and she was keeping the kitchen free of visible insects as a courtesy to the rest of us. So, I couldn't watch the swarm for clues either. The truly telling bit was that her hands had disappeared into her pockets, no doubt to get a good grip on whatever weapons she thought might serve her best.

    Probably the knife. She seemed to like the knife… maybe the pepper spray? There were a lot of people here and with that she could try and sweep the whole group.

    Merlin, her way of thinking was rubbing off on me already. What would be the best spells for fighting a group? Incendio? Bombarda?

    "I'd intended to come alone. But I find myself with less authority of late, and when they included themselves in this visit their security details… Well, I'm sure you can guess."

    "I'm sorry, do you mean to tell me that you people concentrated four high priority targets in one unsecured location?" Taylor asked incredulously. I could clearly hear buzzing through the open kitchen window. "At least tell me no one else knows where the hell you all are." She demanded.

    All the new arrivals looked at Taylor like they had forgotten she existed. Then the moment passed and the woman with the monocle smirked.

    "We had up every privacy charm we knew when discussing the location and came here immediately after browbeating Dumbledore into bringing us. The aurors were all hand selected for their roles for their loyalty. It's not a guarantee, but it's as good as we'll get in times like this."

    Taylor didn't look happy about it, but she nodded a grudging agreement before settling back into her chair. She did not take her hands off of her hidden weapons.

    Minister Fudge cleared his throat before stepping up to the table.

    "Yes, well all that aside I'm here on urgent business. You see what with the terrible news that, that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has returned… People are afraid and they've lost confidence in the Ministry, if you would make a statement in favor of the tough line we are taking with the Death Eaters…"

    "Are you?" I asked. "Taking a tough stance or whatever?"

    I only just caught the blink and miss it smirk on Taylor's face.

    "I, well, all those captured were sentenced to Azkaban, and I've tripled the DMLE's budget." Fudge fidgeted nervously.

    "Which did nothing to stop You-Know-Who from raiding Azkaban a second time." Madam Bones cut in with a sigh. "And while the extra funding is sorely needed, and a great help… It's going to take time to train more Aurors, and I suspect there are leaks in my department. Never mind the fact Azkaban is no longer an option for prisoners, or the fact that the dementors have joined him."

    "I'm sorry." I said, not really meaning it. "You spent a year denying what Dumbledore and I tried to tell you, slandering us, you sent Umbridge to harass the entire school where she tortured some of us, and generally acted like she belonged in one of those Death Eater masks! Now you want me to lie to the whole country about how everything is under control?!" And that wasn't even getting into how he had dismissed everything back in third year, or arresting Hagrid in second!

    Minister Fudge cringed, then seemed to collapse in on himself.

    "I suppose it was always going to be a long shot." He muttered before glancing at everyone else in the room. "Well… I suppose I'd better be going then. There's more than enough work still waiting for me." With a curt nod he and two of the aurors stood and left the room before disaperating from the hallway.

    "Madam Bones, I'm afraid some of what I need to discuss is only relevant to the Potters if you'd like to get your reasons for being here out of the way…"

    She glared at Dumbledore for a moment before relenting.

    "Mrs. Potter-"

    "Taylor, please."

    "… Taylor then." Madam Bones agreed with a small nod. "First of all, I'm here to apologize to you."

    Taylor frowned and glanced at me, but I could only shrug.

    "We just met today, what could you possibly need to apologize to me for?" Taylor asked.

    "Less me personally and more my department as a whole. You should not have been allowed to leave without someone asking if you would like to press charges."

    Mrs. Lupin shot out of her chair only to nervously sit back down under the director's furious glare.

    "Quite honestly, I doubt you would have a case against Mrs. Lupin given the circumstances. We could file charges against the officiant of the wedding, but I don't have the resources to spare to press an international case right now. Frankly, Shacklebolt was being overly optimistic when he said someone would investigate your background."

    The Director rubbed at the bridge of her nose.

    "I only granted Mrs. Lupin three days for a wedding and honeymoon because she said she wanted no regrets with the way things are moving."

    The metamorph in question wilted further until her hair was a limp muddy brown.

    Taylor closed her eyes and nodded.

    "Given that she's distant family of Harry's, I was already resigned to limiting my revenge against Nymphadora." Mrs. Lupin bristled but kept her mouth shut. "I'd love to press charges against the man who married us, but I suspected things wouldn't be so simple."

    "We could press charges once the current crisis is handled?" Madam Bones offered.

    "If it can be handled." Taylor muttered, then shook her head. "Sorry, I'm… I knew things would be bad. But for those captured to have already been freed, and now they have soul devouring monsters on their side… Harry made this sound like a tough fight, but I'm starting to suspect he understated things."

    Madam Bones grimaced, but tellingly didn't object.

    "Things are certainly dire," professor Dumbledore spoke into the awkward silence, "but things are not so far gone as for there to be no hope."

    Taylor grunted something noncommittal.

    "As for the guy back in America… sure, file whatever charges you think might stick, and either pass it off to the locals or we can worry about it later. At the very least he should be investigated in case he is doing this shit as a form of human trafficking."

    Madam Bones nodded decisively and fished out a packet of papers.

    "You'll need to fill these out and have them filed to confirm your citizenship. After that, expect a short delay before being owled your documentation."

    Taylor nodded and accepted the small stack with a muttered, "Thank you."

    "Now-" whatever else the director might have said was cut off by a cat patronus dashing through the window and the voice of a panicked young man shouting.

    "Director, we need you back at the office there's been an attack!"

    "Damn it all, we'll speak another time. Especially you Dumbledore! There are things I need to know to fight this war, and I'd bet my wardrobe you know most of them!"

    With that last declaration, the director and remaining aurors disapperated away with a crack.

    Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and favored us all with a wain smile.

    "Well, this has been a great deal more interesting than I would have liked. If you would be so kind as to tell an old man how this all came about? I'm rather afraid that rumor has already taken hold and twisted everything beyond recognition. I heard rumors ranging from Mrs. Potter being one of the fey, to her being a muggle imitating magic with some obscene technology."

    I retold the story, skipping over the part where Taylor set termites on the chapel and stole all the rings and money kept on site. Mentioned picking up a few things to help Taylor in a fight. Then explained the cover story we came up with.

    Dumbledore nodded through it all.

    "Please stick to the cover story with anyone you might speak with." Taylor more demanded rather than asked. "The truth is less likely to be believed, and I'm going to need every edge I can get if I'm going to be fighting a bunch of reality warpers. I can't afford to squander the benefits of surprise when it might just save my life."

    Dumbledore nodded slowly.

    "Truthfully there are a few people I'd like to confer with over this, but you are right. In this case the truth is far stranger than fiction. Frankly this would be enough to have even my most steadfast supporters questioning if I'd perhaps gone senile."

    Taylor ignored the weak joke and simply gave a sharp nod.

    "While their absence had been convenient, I am surprised that the Dursley's have not made an appearance yet." Dumbledore half asked.

    "They decided to turn in early." I offered with a grin.

    Dumbledore raised an eyebrow and hummed thoughtfully.

    "Well, I suppose there's no point in waking them then, and we should be about our business. Yesterday we discovered Sirius's will. He left you everything which in this case means number twelve Grimmauld Place, all items within it, and a tidy sum of gold."

    Great, a bunch of things I didn't want to remind me of Sirius.

    "You can keep using it as headquarters." I offered instantly.

    "If we're allowed to come and go and you keep us up to date on what the enemy is doing." Taylor interjected.

    I glanced at her incredulously, but she only shrugged.

    "You don't just give away a house. Especially not a safe house with enough protections to be used as headquarters for a resistance movement." She explained. "And I want to start making dossiers on our enemies. I'm not jumping into this fight until I've had a chance to remake my costume and practice with my new weapons, but I want to know everything I can about who we're going to be fighting."

    Dumbledore's eyebrows both rose into his hairline as he looked at Taylor with fresh eyes.

    "While I would not feel comfortable sharing all of the Order's intelligence, young lady, I would not deny Harry access to his rightful property. And I will see about releasing some of our more general information to you."

    Taylor looked highly unsatisfied, but she nodded grudgingly. She was probably already plotting to steal whatever information Dumbledore left out, or start her own information network, or possibly just planning to force whatever information she wanted out of whatever Death Eater she crossed paths with first.

    "Unfortunately, before anyone can resume using the house, we have a problem that needs to be addressed." Dumbledore said, breaking the awkward silence. "Knowing the Black family as you do, Harry, I'm sure you can imagine how displeased they would be for their home to both stray so far from the main line, and for it to be owned by one they would deem impure. It's entirely possible that they may have twisted certain magics in such a way as to deny your claim. In which case it would fall to the closest living relative. In this case that would be Bellatrix."

    My chair skidded back and nearly toppled over from how fast I stood.

    "Like hell!" I might not want the blasted house, but I wasn't about to let that lunatic profit from her murder of Sirius.

    Dumbledore only nodded calmly.

    "Naturally none of us are happy about the possibility. However, there is a simple way to check. If you have indeed inherited the house then you will have also inherited Kreacher."

    Dumbledore flicked his wand and there was a loud crack. On the floor the house elf in question now rocked back and forth covered only by filthy rags. Taylor was out of her seat in an instant and had her knife leveled at Kreacher only a heartbeat after finding her feet.

    "Kreacher won't. Kreacher won't. Kreacher won't." The elf croaked more to itself than to any of us.

    "Kreacher be going to work for mistress Bellatrix! Not nasty Potter brat! Kreacher won't work for filthy half blood, won't, won't, won't!"

    "As you can see, Harry, Kreacher is rather reluctant however if he is indeed yours, he will not be able to refuse your orders."

    Kreacher snarled at the headmaster before continuing to rant to himself.

    "I really do not want him." I glared at the elf.

    "He's been around your Order for about a year, right?" Taylor asked, eying the elf carefully. "So, he knows a lot of things that should never reach the lich or his followers."

    Damn it. That was a good point.

    "Indeed." Dumbledore confirmed. "If he has passed into your ownership, Harry, he must obey your orders. Please, test it."

    "Won't, won't, won't, won't, wo-"

    "Kreacher, shut up!" I shouted the first thing which came to mind as I lost my temper with his never ending denials.

    Kreacher made a squeaking noise and grabbed onto his own throat as if he was choking for a few seconds before throwing himself to the floor and banging at it with his hands and feet like a small child throwing a tantrum.

    "...If he belongs to Harry," Taylor's face twisted into a grimace at that statement, "does he have to follow my orders as well?"

    Dumbledore blinked at Taylor and hummed thoughtfully before waving at Kreacher as if to offer permission.

    "Kreacher, as Harry's wife, I order you to stop behaving like that and sit quietly." Taylor said sternly.

    Kreacher looked up at her like she had promised to burn Walburga Black's portrait and then sat cross legged with a huff. Taylor looked thoughtful as she finally put her knife away.

    "Interesting." Dumbledore stroked his beard with a thoughtful look. "You say you have no magic, but there is enough about you that Kreacher can recognize the truth of your marriage and is forced to respect your claim over him… Very interesting."

    The Headmaster shook his head before smiling at us.

    "Well, that does simplify matters. I'll send word that we can resume using Grimmauld Place."

    I nodded absently, but kept my eyes on the sulking house elf.

    "Sir, what do I do with him? I don't need a house elf, and I definitely don't want to have him around all the time."

    "Hmm. If I might be so bold, you could order him to go and work at Hogwarts where the castle elves can keep an eye on him."

    Taylor looked like she was considering objecting before thinking better of it and shooting me a questioning look.

    "That works. Kreacher, I want you to go and work in the kitchens at Hogwarts with the rest of the elves."

    Kreacher glared up at me before disappearing with a crack.

    "Well now. There are a few other things we may need to discuss in the coming days, but for now? I do believe you could both use a few days to rest somewhere safe and time to start adjusting. I don't suppose you would be opposed to staying with the Weasleys, would you?"

    That suggestion was perhaps the best thing I'd heard since Hermione outlined her plan for the toad. Finally, something about this summer was going my way.
     
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    • So good , yet so short!

    Hey what about Slughorn? I thought they visited him before going to the Weasley's? Or is that being the start of the next chapter?
     
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    So good , yet so short!

    Hey what about Slughorn? I thought they visited him before going to the Weasley's? Or is that being the start of the next chapter?
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    We're more than a week ahead of the canon timeline right now. Just days into summer vacation. I'm playing it as Dumbledore still consolidating his position to get reinstated in the gov, and not having the time… or rather moody is still trying to find slughorn for him.
     
    @Fencer Great chapter! It looks like Taylor is thinking of bringing Kreacher to her side.

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    The entirely forced nature of half the drama in it. Voldemort being around in a body before the start of year 1 was meh and extremely odd, but the Sorting Hat forcibly and against her wishes putting Taylor, a known Muggleborn, into Slytherin? That set up a majority of the drama for purely drama's sake, and broke pretty much one of the few hard rules of the setting (that being you can ask the Hat to go to any House and it'll comply as long as it won't be bad for you). Then the entire Scion at the end bullshit was just bizarre. All in all it was a supremely disappointing Fic. I regret even reading it.
     
    Taylor's gonna use Kreacher as her secret spy/assassin. Calling it now. Much as she might hate the thought of enslaving someone, she too pragmatic to pass up such a gift-wrapped opportunity.
     
    I wonder how will Dobby react to Taylor. For now I can see that Kreacher will have a rant how he got ordered by Potter's abomination of a wife to work in Hogwarts. Cue Dobby learning of Taylor existence…. Now imagine she would take him under her wing.
     
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    Very curious about kreachers eventual attitude. Sirious was a disappointment because of his attitude, but from my memory Taylor very much has a Black disposition. With her nebulous magicalness I wonder if her acting like a Black will be enough to win him over
     
    Harry is already starting on his Taylorfication. Next they will be able to communicate with each other with only a few eye movements and facial expressions.
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    Huh...
    That sounds like some long lasting couples I know.
     
    Yikes. The way Taylor handled the Dursleys was ruthless as hell.


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    The auror's were all hand selected for their roles for their loyalty. It's not a guarantee, but it's as good as we'll get in times
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    discuss is only relevant to the Potter's if you'd like to get your reasons for being here out of the way…"
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    you think might stick, and either pass it off to the local's or we can worry about it later. At the very least he should be investigated in case he is doing this
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    Dumbledore raised an eyebrow and hummed thoughtfully.

    "Well, I suppose there's no point in waking them then, and we should be about our business. Yesterday we discovered Sirius's will. He left you everything which in this case means number twelve Grimmauld Place, all items within it, and a tidy sum of gold.

    Great, a bunch of things I didn't want to remind me of Sirius.
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