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That does still make it typical Albus~
Rashaka Raja of Hogwarts (Harry Potter/Campione)
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ThatOnePsycho
Tilting his Vanes and Ennobling His Spires
Oh, I forgot.
Authority: Lord of the Wild Hunt: "The Gathering Storm, The Tide of Ghosts! Mount the steeds, loose the hounds, now rides the Wild Hunt!
Gwyn ap Nudd is one of many beings said to lead the Wild Hunt. This Authority gives Harry the ability to call the Wild Hunt to him. In addition, as Gwyn is a king of the Tylwyth Teg, the Fair Folk of Wales and ruler of their afterlife, this Authority passively makes Harry a minor Fairy King and have absolute authority over ghosts.
Authority: Lord of the Wild Hunt: "The Gathering Storm, The Tide of Ghosts! Mount the steeds, loose the hounds, now rides the Wild Hunt!
Gwyn ap Nudd is one of many beings said to lead the Wild Hunt. This Authority gives Harry the ability to call the Wild Hunt to him. In addition, as Gwyn is a king of the Tylwyth Teg, the Fair Folk of Wales and ruler of their afterlife, this Authority passively makes Harry a minor Fairy King and have absolute authority over ghosts.
Damn, this Harry's a cold one when he's fighting.
It also makes sense that Dumbledore wouldn't have time to explain, talking's not a free action, after all. I'd fully expect Albus to explain things to Harry after the fact, if asked.
Also, as a Godslayer, Harry's job is to step to things that scare the shit out of anybody else.
It also makes sense that Dumbledore wouldn't have time to explain, talking's not a free action, after all. I'd fully expect Albus to explain things to Harry after the fact, if asked.
Also, as a Godslayer, Harry's job is to step to things that scare the shit out of anybody else.
ThatOnePsycho
Tilting his Vanes and Ennobling His Spires
He would and will, once he arrives to bring Harry back home. Especially as other Campione things are gonna come stepping in next chapter.
ThatOnePsycho
Tilting his Vanes and Ennobling His Spires
Yeah, I toyed with Odin or Sigurd or even Cain (they're all also leaders of the Wild Hunt) but decided to go with the Dark horse option of Gwyn because it will give him a reason to have a non-violant connection with Annie when she ascends.
It also gives him a bevy of minor benefits, like getting fae made goods for his retainers without being screwed over and using Fairy Paths.
Chapter 5
ThatOnePsycho
Tilting his Vanes and Ennobling His Spires
When Albus returned with a group from the department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, it was to most of the ghosts having fled. The exception was, Sir Nicholas, who was having a conversation with Harry.
"-When the call comes, it is like a itching, clawing madness in our mind," the Gryffindor house ghost said, "some give in for the ability to feel again, others… We're too weak to resist, it consumes our mind and calls us to the lord of the Wild Hunt's side, Master Potter."
"I don't blame you," Harry said, "Thanks for explaining this, Sir Nicholas. You're dismissed."
Sir Nicholas turned, seeing Albus and flinching, "Headmaster…"
"We'll talk about your role in this later, Nicholas," Albus said without any heat, "for now we have to deal with the fallout of what happened. Were there any Hogwarts Ghosts that didn't answer the call?"
"The Fat Friar and Myrtle."
"I see, well, off you go," Albus turned to Harry. The boy's black outfit was covered in white dust and some pieces of drywall clung to him completely, "Harry, my boy, are you alright?"
"Just worried," Harry said, even as he breathed heavily, "I haven't seen anyone in the village since I got here."
Footsteps came from behind them, and Albus turned to see a young girl of indian decent walking towards them, "I'm sorry, Har- I mean, my lord- I would have come out and explained things sooner if I had known you were worried. My family was moving all the muggles to our estate when we got word the Wild Hunt was coming, I was grabbing the last of them when they arrived. I only survived because- because I ran and hid, the rest, they were kidnapped by Fairies, my lord."
"I see," Harry said softly, "Well, Professor, do you mind getting me home? My part in all this is done, and I think I'd like to lie down."
"Yes, of course," Albus said, glancing at Miss Patil. He had a feeling he knew how this was going to end, but she should really talk it over with her parents first. Grabbing Harry's shoulder, he apparated them both to the outside of Harwood West. As Harry walked to the door with a tired slouch in his step, Remus pulled it open with a look of worry on his face.
"Come on," he said quietly, "Mimsy prepared some hot chocolate, you did good tonight."
"Thanks, Remus," Harry said tiredly, "Goodnight, Professor."
"Good Night, Harry, and thank you," Albus said before Remus quietly closed the door.
—
Harry woke up late the next day, hungrier than he had been since moving out of Privet Drive. Standing up, he slid on a pair of sweatpants and a loose fitting shirt. Staggering out of the master bedroom and to the dining room, he sat down and immediately had a plate of food place in front of him, Ham, bread, jam, bacon and more, "Good morning, Mimsy, thank you."
"Good morning, Master Harry!" Mimsy chirped, putting a cup of hot chocolate on the table as Remus came over, "Good morning, Master Remus!"
"Good morning, Mimsy," Remus said, taking the cup and drinking from it, "how are you feeling, Harry?"
"Shoulder is a bit sore, but otherwise fine," Harry said.
Harry finished eating and moved to wash his plate, a huff coming from Mimsy at that. Quite suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Harry walked over and opened it. Outside was Dumbledore, followed by a family of four people of Indian decent. Harry blinked, before saying, "Hello?"
"Harry," Dumbledore said, voice calming and open, "May I introduce you to the Patil family? Diva and Prabhakar, and their daughters Padma and Parvati."
"You're the girl from last night, right?" Harry said to… Well, frankly both of them. They were identical twins and he couldn't exactly tell which one was the one he had met the night before.
"That would be me," the one on the left spoke up shyly, "I'm Parvati."
"Do you want to come in?" Harry asked, stepping aside.
"Yes, we would appreciate your hospitality, Rashaka Raja," Prabhakar said, sounding stiff and on guard. Harry wondered if he had done something wrong the night before to get this reaction. As they came in, Harry spoke.
"Can we get you something to drink? Coffee, tea?"
"If you're offering refreshments, we will accept them," Diva said, voice full of courtesy. Harry frowned, then said, "Ok, stop."
"Excuse me?"
"You're talking like anything you do wrong is going to make me angry, I don't want that in my house. I know talking to a Campione is treated like defusing a bomb, but I'm not like that, I promise. You can be open with me, Mr. Patil, you seem upset to be here. Did I do something to make you angry last night?"
"...Not directly," Prabhakar said, "I am unhappy to be here, but not because of your defeat of the Heretic God last night. As much as we wanted to protect the muggles living in town, I'm almost certain he would have ripped down the enchantments around the estate easily if his attention had been drawn to it. You also saved Parvati's life by facing it. It is… My family's decision that makes me unhappy with you, though I will admit you have no direct connection to the decision."
"What decision is that?" Harry asked, brow furrowing.
"Do you know what a Rajkumari Pujaarin is?" Diva asked, and Harry frowned.
"Princess Priestess," Harry said thoughtfully, mind automatically translating the Hindi, "The words sound familiar, but I can't say from where or what they mean."
"Alice, Harry," Dumbledore said. Harry quickly did the proverbial math in his head. Alice was known as a Princess, not because of any relationship to the Crown but-
"They're descendants of a Divine Ancestor?" Harry said.
"Correct," Diva said, "We are granted with a single innate power, alongside heightened magic reserves, though nothing to possibly reach your exalted self."
"You're one?" Harry asked.
"I am, as are my daughters, which brings us to why we are here."
Parvati and Padma stood off the couch as one, taking a knee and bowing before Harry and spoke as one, reciting words that resonated with the Devil King.
"I, the Rajkumari Pujaarin descended the Mother Earth Bhumi, swear my existence to the use of the Rashaka Raja."
Harry knew, instinctively, that this meant they were swearing absolute fealty to him, and despite his desire to, it would be impossibly rude to reject it.
"And I, Campione, accept your oath, daughters of Bhumi," Harry said, not sure if there was an actual reverse oath to swear and just going with what sounded good in his head, "In return, I will protect you, I, Hero, Devil, King, swear to be your shield."
There was something intricately binding about the oath sworn, it wasn't any nonsense about their magic binding to each other (Harry strongly expected such a ritual would go spectacularly wrong, as the very thought made the beast within him snarl) or some always present force called "magic", but he could tell, there was no going back from this for either side. They had bound their fates together in a way that could not be broken.
Some quiet, quickly silenced part of him wished he could do this same ritual with Alice. Harry ignored it.
"They'll floo over every other day to assist you," Diva said, while Prabhakar looked extremely unhappy, "thank you for your patronage, My Lord."
"Just call me Harry, all of you," Harry sighed, "I'm not one for being overly formal."
"Ok, Harry," Parvati said, standing up and rushing around the table to hug him, "and thank you for last night."
—
Remus watched Harry sag as the Patils left, having been observing things from the kitchen. Walking over, he sat down and put an arm around Harry, "Are you sure that was a good idea?"
"No," Harry admitted, "but there's something inside me, something that wasn't there before yesterday, that told me refusing was an even worse idea."
That was… Strange. He couldn't think of anything that could cause that except… "Your new Authority?"
"Maybe," Harry sighed, "I don't know."
"Do you want me to call you in sick tomorrow? Take a day to visit Diagon Alley and pick up some gifts, maybe stop by Florence's?"
"Yeah," Harry sighed, rubbing his face, "You know, being nearly immune to magic and drugs isn't pleasant when you have a headache. I'm gonna lie back down, yesterday wore me out hard, and this whole "Campione's responsibility" stuff just made it worse."
"Understandable," Remus said with a nod. Harry was perhaps the most unconventional Campione on the planet, in that he didn't flaunt his power or status in the Wizarding World… At all. He was content to live in the muggle world, only rarely going to Diagon Alley for supplies, and focus on his muggle life.
"-When the call comes, it is like a itching, clawing madness in our mind," the Gryffindor house ghost said, "some give in for the ability to feel again, others… We're too weak to resist, it consumes our mind and calls us to the lord of the Wild Hunt's side, Master Potter."
"I don't blame you," Harry said, "Thanks for explaining this, Sir Nicholas. You're dismissed."
Sir Nicholas turned, seeing Albus and flinching, "Headmaster…"
"We'll talk about your role in this later, Nicholas," Albus said without any heat, "for now we have to deal with the fallout of what happened. Were there any Hogwarts Ghosts that didn't answer the call?"
"The Fat Friar and Myrtle."
"I see, well, off you go," Albus turned to Harry. The boy's black outfit was covered in white dust and some pieces of drywall clung to him completely, "Harry, my boy, are you alright?"
"Just worried," Harry said, even as he breathed heavily, "I haven't seen anyone in the village since I got here."
Footsteps came from behind them, and Albus turned to see a young girl of indian decent walking towards them, "I'm sorry, Har- I mean, my lord- I would have come out and explained things sooner if I had known you were worried. My family was moving all the muggles to our estate when we got word the Wild Hunt was coming, I was grabbing the last of them when they arrived. I only survived because- because I ran and hid, the rest, they were kidnapped by Fairies, my lord."
"I see," Harry said softly, "Well, Professor, do you mind getting me home? My part in all this is done, and I think I'd like to lie down."
"Yes, of course," Albus said, glancing at Miss Patil. He had a feeling he knew how this was going to end, but she should really talk it over with her parents first. Grabbing Harry's shoulder, he apparated them both to the outside of Harwood West. As Harry walked to the door with a tired slouch in his step, Remus pulled it open with a look of worry on his face.
"Come on," he said quietly, "Mimsy prepared some hot chocolate, you did good tonight."
"Thanks, Remus," Harry said tiredly, "Goodnight, Professor."
"Good Night, Harry, and thank you," Albus said before Remus quietly closed the door.
—
Harry woke up late the next day, hungrier than he had been since moving out of Privet Drive. Standing up, he slid on a pair of sweatpants and a loose fitting shirt. Staggering out of the master bedroom and to the dining room, he sat down and immediately had a plate of food place in front of him, Ham, bread, jam, bacon and more, "Good morning, Mimsy, thank you."
"Good morning, Master Harry!" Mimsy chirped, putting a cup of hot chocolate on the table as Remus came over, "Good morning, Master Remus!"
"Good morning, Mimsy," Remus said, taking the cup and drinking from it, "how are you feeling, Harry?"
"Shoulder is a bit sore, but otherwise fine," Harry said.
Harry finished eating and moved to wash his plate, a huff coming from Mimsy at that. Quite suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Harry walked over and opened it. Outside was Dumbledore, followed by a family of four people of Indian decent. Harry blinked, before saying, "Hello?"
"Harry," Dumbledore said, voice calming and open, "May I introduce you to the Patil family? Diva and Prabhakar, and their daughters Padma and Parvati."
"You're the girl from last night, right?" Harry said to… Well, frankly both of them. They were identical twins and he couldn't exactly tell which one was the one he had met the night before.
"That would be me," the one on the left spoke up shyly, "I'm Parvati."
"Do you want to come in?" Harry asked, stepping aside.
"Yes, we would appreciate your hospitality, Rashaka Raja," Prabhakar said, sounding stiff and on guard. Harry wondered if he had done something wrong the night before to get this reaction. As they came in, Harry spoke.
"Can we get you something to drink? Coffee, tea?"
"If you're offering refreshments, we will accept them," Diva said, voice full of courtesy. Harry frowned, then said, "Ok, stop."
"Excuse me?"
"You're talking like anything you do wrong is going to make me angry, I don't want that in my house. I know talking to a Campione is treated like defusing a bomb, but I'm not like that, I promise. You can be open with me, Mr. Patil, you seem upset to be here. Did I do something to make you angry last night?"
"...Not directly," Prabhakar said, "I am unhappy to be here, but not because of your defeat of the Heretic God last night. As much as we wanted to protect the muggles living in town, I'm almost certain he would have ripped down the enchantments around the estate easily if his attention had been drawn to it. You also saved Parvati's life by facing it. It is… My family's decision that makes me unhappy with you, though I will admit you have no direct connection to the decision."
"What decision is that?" Harry asked, brow furrowing.
"Do you know what a Rajkumari Pujaarin is?" Diva asked, and Harry frowned.
"Princess Priestess," Harry said thoughtfully, mind automatically translating the Hindi, "The words sound familiar, but I can't say from where or what they mean."
"Alice, Harry," Dumbledore said. Harry quickly did the proverbial math in his head. Alice was known as a Princess, not because of any relationship to the Crown but-
"They're descendants of a Divine Ancestor?" Harry said.
"Correct," Diva said, "We are granted with a single innate power, alongside heightened magic reserves, though nothing to possibly reach your exalted self."
"You're one?" Harry asked.
"I am, as are my daughters, which brings us to why we are here."
Parvati and Padma stood off the couch as one, taking a knee and bowing before Harry and spoke as one, reciting words that resonated with the Devil King.
"I, the Rajkumari Pujaarin descended the Mother Earth Bhumi, swear my existence to the use of the Rashaka Raja."
Harry knew, instinctively, that this meant they were swearing absolute fealty to him, and despite his desire to, it would be impossibly rude to reject it.
"And I, Campione, accept your oath, daughters of Bhumi," Harry said, not sure if there was an actual reverse oath to swear and just going with what sounded good in his head, "In return, I will protect you, I, Hero, Devil, King, swear to be your shield."
There was something intricately binding about the oath sworn, it wasn't any nonsense about their magic binding to each other (Harry strongly expected such a ritual would go spectacularly wrong, as the very thought made the beast within him snarl) or some always present force called "magic", but he could tell, there was no going back from this for either side. They had bound their fates together in a way that could not be broken.
Some quiet, quickly silenced part of him wished he could do this same ritual with Alice. Harry ignored it.
"They'll floo over every other day to assist you," Diva said, while Prabhakar looked extremely unhappy, "thank you for your patronage, My Lord."
"Just call me Harry, all of you," Harry sighed, "I'm not one for being overly formal."
"Ok, Harry," Parvati said, standing up and rushing around the table to hug him, "and thank you for last night."
—
Remus watched Harry sag as the Patils left, having been observing things from the kitchen. Walking over, he sat down and put an arm around Harry, "Are you sure that was a good idea?"
"No," Harry admitted, "but there's something inside me, something that wasn't there before yesterday, that told me refusing was an even worse idea."
That was… Strange. He couldn't think of anything that could cause that except… "Your new Authority?"
"Maybe," Harry sighed, "I don't know."
"Do you want me to call you in sick tomorrow? Take a day to visit Diagon Alley and pick up some gifts, maybe stop by Florence's?"
"Yeah," Harry sighed, rubbing his face, "You know, being nearly immune to magic and drugs isn't pleasant when you have a headache. I'm gonna lie back down, yesterday wore me out hard, and this whole "Campione's responsibility" stuff just made it worse."
"Understandable," Remus said with a nod. Harry was perhaps the most unconventional Campione on the planet, in that he didn't flaunt his power or status in the Wizarding World… At all. He was content to live in the muggle world, only rarely going to Diagon Alley for supplies, and focus on his muggle life.
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Ah, the least unhinged Campione but when he get angry it's more spectacular than the rest heh.
Thank you for writing !
Thank you for writing !
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I wonder what his animagus form will be in this one? Something Celtic/Norse and magic resistant I'm guessing, since I think that ritual would still work as it's not a spell being cast at him?
ThatOnePsycho
Tilting his Vanes and Ennobling His Spires
Part of the ritual involves drinking a potion. While Campione are less immune to orally applied Magic, they're still heavily resist to it.
Campione can't be affected by magic on the outside of the body, period (in fact, you could make a strong argument for me stretching the rules by allowing Harry to experience Side-Along apparition). Harry could take twenty Avada Kedavras to the face, simultaneously, and come out without so much as a nose bleed.
Chapter 6
ThatOnePsycho
Tilting his Vanes and Ennobling His Spires
"You acquired the services of two Princesses," Alice said, trying to sound amused, "does that mean you don't meed me anymore?"
Harry jerked from where he was cooking dinner, having sent Mimsy off to clean the Red Hilted Sword, turning to look horrified at Alice, "No, of course not! You're my best friend, Alice, my first friend."
"So what are we going to do tommorow?" Alice asked.
"Remus… Remus said he'd take me to visit my parents. Biological, of course, I'd be really worried if he knew how to get to Mom and Dad."
Alice laughed at the idea of the man somehow knowing how to reach Pandora and Epimetheus, because it was a funny image. Then she sobered up, because the rest of the sentence wasn't one to laugh at, "Do you want me to come?"
"If you want to," Harry said with a faux-casual shrug. Placing a teacup in front of Alice, he continued as he added her health potions to it, in the exact order required for maximum effectiveness, "I don't want to make you feel like you have to. Parvati and Padma are coming, it's a day with them."
Alice felt a spike of irritation that Harry thought she wouldn't want to come because his retainers were going, saying, slightly catilly, "If they're going, I'm going."
"Ok," Harry said in the faux-casual voice.
—
They apparated into the forest outside of town, bundled up because it had snowed the night before. Padma watched Harry immediately offered an arm to Alice, letting her take it as they made their way into the sleepy village of Godric's Hollow. Snow crunched beneath their feet as they made their way through the cottages, smoke rising from chimneys. Finally, they came up to a cottage with the roof blown off, plants crawling over it.
Harry stood quietly, even as Lupin gripped his shoulder and Princess Alice squeezed his bicep. Perhaps it was evidence Parvati being too quick to judge the Devil King, but he showed no emotion as he looked at it, just saying, softly, "So this is where it happened?"
"Yes," Lupin said, and Harry walked to the door, breaking the lock with a simple twist of his arm and walking into like he owned the building. Which, Padma supposed, he technically did. Shutting the door behind him, he didn't say anything as he disappeared into the ruined house. What was going through his mind, she wondered, what went through the mind of someone who ruled all?
It took him half an hour to come back, clutching a jewelry box tightly. Nobody dared call him out for stealing from the memorial. Instead, they kept walking into the center of town. As they approached the obelisk memorial it shifted and morphed; turning into a statue of a man with messy hair, a woman with long hair and soft features, and a small baby. Harry froze, staring at the statue with muscles tensed, face betraying a look of… Something. It was too quick of Padma to catch or understand.
Princess Alice whispered something in his ear and he gave a stiff nod, and she let go of his arm to give him a big hug. Finally, slowly, it dawned on Padma. This was the first time Harry could remember seeing his parents' faces. In spite of her caution around the Devil King, Padma felt her heart throb for the boy. He was the Boy-Who-Lived, but his parents hadn't been so lucky. What must it have been like, stuck in Harwood West with nothing but a house elf for company until Princess Alice came into his life? What had he been like before he became Rashaka Raja?
Harry finally turned from the statue, walking to the graveyard and pushing open the wrought iron gates, drawing the sword of Strange Hangings as he did. They walked to the grave Remus indicated, and Padma stared at it. Engraved in the white Marble were the words-
IN LOVING MEMORY
James Potter · Lily Potter.
The Last Enemy That Shall Be Destroyed Is Death.
Harry knelt down, sinking the Sword into the snow then the hard frozen earth underneath. Finally, he spoke, voice choking with emotion, "Hi, Mom, Dad… Sorry it took so long to get here, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon didn't really like talking about you- anyways, I'm here now, Remus brought me, you picked good friends Dad, he's… So helpful in taking care of me. Um, him and Mimsy. He mentioned a guy named Sirius who betrayed you and is in Azkaban? I want to visit him too, find out why he did it, because Remus says he was your best friend and… I can't imagine he did it without some reason. So I want to find out…"
Padma noticed water dripping onto the Sword, but didn't speak. Nobody did, nor did they step towards him. As his attendants, they had no place to bother him. They were lucky to see such an intimate conversation.
"...I don't know if you know, but I'm a Campione now, so it's gonna be a long, long time before I see you. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine… I know I never got to really know about me, but… I love you. I'll come back, I promise."
Harry stood up, sheathing the sword and wiping his eyes on his sleeve. Remus took a step forwards, and said, "Ready?"
"Yeah," Harry said, voice sounding his age, "I wanna go home."
—
Millicent Bagnold was hard at work when the head of Azkaban floo'd her. His face was, as always, pale and worn. Working as one of the human guards in Azkaban was an exhausting job, and they were lucky to get a head, normally fresh out of Hogwarts, that lasted more then two years, "Ma'am, we just received a letter by owlpost."
"Yes?" Millicent asked, raising an eyebrow and wondering what was in that letter to concern her.
"Lord Potter is coming tomorrow, he wants to see Sirius Black."
"He wants to execute him, I assume?" Millicent asked tiredly.
"No, just… Just see him, he didn't say what he'd do afterwards."
Harry jerked from where he was cooking dinner, having sent Mimsy off to clean the Red Hilted Sword, turning to look horrified at Alice, "No, of course not! You're my best friend, Alice, my first friend."
"So what are we going to do tommorow?" Alice asked.
"Remus… Remus said he'd take me to visit my parents. Biological, of course, I'd be really worried if he knew how to get to Mom and Dad."
Alice laughed at the idea of the man somehow knowing how to reach Pandora and Epimetheus, because it was a funny image. Then she sobered up, because the rest of the sentence wasn't one to laugh at, "Do you want me to come?"
"If you want to," Harry said with a faux-casual shrug. Placing a teacup in front of Alice, he continued as he added her health potions to it, in the exact order required for maximum effectiveness, "I don't want to make you feel like you have to. Parvati and Padma are coming, it's a day with them."
Alice felt a spike of irritation that Harry thought she wouldn't want to come because his retainers were going, saying, slightly catilly, "If they're going, I'm going."
"Ok," Harry said in the faux-casual voice.
—
They apparated into the forest outside of town, bundled up because it had snowed the night before. Padma watched Harry immediately offered an arm to Alice, letting her take it as they made their way into the sleepy village of Godric's Hollow. Snow crunched beneath their feet as they made their way through the cottages, smoke rising from chimneys. Finally, they came up to a cottage with the roof blown off, plants crawling over it.
Harry stood quietly, even as Lupin gripped his shoulder and Princess Alice squeezed his bicep. Perhaps it was evidence Parvati being too quick to judge the Devil King, but he showed no emotion as he looked at it, just saying, softly, "So this is where it happened?"
"Yes," Lupin said, and Harry walked to the door, breaking the lock with a simple twist of his arm and walking into like he owned the building. Which, Padma supposed, he technically did. Shutting the door behind him, he didn't say anything as he disappeared into the ruined house. What was going through his mind, she wondered, what went through the mind of someone who ruled all?
It took him half an hour to come back, clutching a jewelry box tightly. Nobody dared call him out for stealing from the memorial. Instead, they kept walking into the center of town. As they approached the obelisk memorial it shifted and morphed; turning into a statue of a man with messy hair, a woman with long hair and soft features, and a small baby. Harry froze, staring at the statue with muscles tensed, face betraying a look of… Something. It was too quick of Padma to catch or understand.
Princess Alice whispered something in his ear and he gave a stiff nod, and she let go of his arm to give him a big hug. Finally, slowly, it dawned on Padma. This was the first time Harry could remember seeing his parents' faces. In spite of her caution around the Devil King, Padma felt her heart throb for the boy. He was the Boy-Who-Lived, but his parents hadn't been so lucky. What must it have been like, stuck in Harwood West with nothing but a house elf for company until Princess Alice came into his life? What had he been like before he became Rashaka Raja?
Harry finally turned from the statue, walking to the graveyard and pushing open the wrought iron gates, drawing the sword of Strange Hangings as he did. They walked to the grave Remus indicated, and Padma stared at it. Engraved in the white Marble were the words-
IN LOVING MEMORY
James Potter · Lily Potter.
The Last Enemy That Shall Be Destroyed Is Death.
Harry knelt down, sinking the Sword into the snow then the hard frozen earth underneath. Finally, he spoke, voice choking with emotion, "Hi, Mom, Dad… Sorry it took so long to get here, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon didn't really like talking about you- anyways, I'm here now, Remus brought me, you picked good friends Dad, he's… So helpful in taking care of me. Um, him and Mimsy. He mentioned a guy named Sirius who betrayed you and is in Azkaban? I want to visit him too, find out why he did it, because Remus says he was your best friend and… I can't imagine he did it without some reason. So I want to find out…"
Padma noticed water dripping onto the Sword, but didn't speak. Nobody did, nor did they step towards him. As his attendants, they had no place to bother him. They were lucky to see such an intimate conversation.
"...I don't know if you know, but I'm a Campione now, so it's gonna be a long, long time before I see you. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine… I know I never got to really know about me, but… I love you. I'll come back, I promise."
Harry stood up, sheathing the sword and wiping his eyes on his sleeve. Remus took a step forwards, and said, "Ready?"
"Yeah," Harry said, voice sounding his age, "I wanna go home."
—
Millicent Bagnold was hard at work when the head of Azkaban floo'd her. His face was, as always, pale and worn. Working as one of the human guards in Azkaban was an exhausting job, and they were lucky to get a head, normally fresh out of Hogwarts, that lasted more then two years, "Ma'am, we just received a letter by owlpost."
"Yes?" Millicent asked, raising an eyebrow and wondering what was in that letter to concern her.
"Lord Potter is coming tomorrow, he wants to see Sirius Black."
"He wants to execute him, I assume?" Millicent asked tiredly.
"No, just… Just see him, he didn't say what he'd do afterwards."
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ThatOnePsycho
Tilting his Vanes and Ennobling His Spires
Counterpoint, Harry is a godslayer with an highly enhanced body. As writer, I can rule that while doing that recklessly IRL is a horrible idea, this is a fictional work.
Plus, even if we go with it still doing so, Harry was in the middle of literal mortal combat. I think he'd rather have a reduced shoulder than fight one armed.
Canonically, at least as far as Hagrid says it, the plural for the family is still just "Bones"
Chapter 7
ThatOnePsycho
Tilting his Vanes and Ennobling His Spires
Perry Albridge, the man who had the unenviable position of being head of security at Azkaban watched the small boat, one that by all Muggle logic shouldn't have survived traveling through the choppy waters surrounding Azkaban, land. Out of it first stepped a brown haired man with a weathered look, a teen wearing a comfortable black waistcoat under a flared neck cloak getting out second. The boy raised his head, "Bring us to him."
"Yes, sir."
—
Sirius looked up from where he was curled up as Padfoot. There was a clicking of shoes, and he watched the dementor that happened to be outside his room glide away as fast as possible. A tiny bit of warmth entered the room, and Sirius shifted back. Someone was coming this way.
Finally, a pair he never expected to see stepped into sight in front of his cell. Remus, looking as full as when James made sure he was taken care of, face dark and severe, and a boy with emerald eyes and black, messy hair, someone who could only be…
"Harry?" Sirius croaked in disbelief, the first time he had used his voice in many months, "Harry, is that you?"
"Yes," the boy said, "I'd say it's nice to meet you, Mr. Black, but considering where we are I think we both know that's a lie."
"What are you doing here?" Sirius asked worriedly, he didn't want Harry subjected to the dementors.
"I came to see the man who supposedly betrayed my parents," Harry said.
"I never-"
"Then who, and how?" Remus said, clearly unhappy to be there, "You were their secret keeper, Black, only you could have betrayed them."
"I wasn't," Sirius said hollowly, "and that means I as good as got them killed."
"What?" Remus said startled, while Harry didn't say anything.
"We thought it was the ultimate trick," Sirius said, "everyone would come after me because who else would be their secret keeper? Meanwhile-"
"Peter?" Remus said, "is that why you killed him? Were those muggles lives worth his, Sirius?"
"I didn't kill him. Was going to, he deserved it. But then he started yelling about how I betrayed Lily and James, fired off bombardment spells behind his back, cut off his own finger then changed and slipped down the sewer."
"But-" Remus started, only for Harry to say, "Changed?"
Sirius shifted into Padfoot, only for a few seconds, before changing back, hollow eyes staring at Harry, "I don't care if I have to stay here, but I need you to believe me, Harry, I never betrayed Lily and James. I never served Voldemort. Please, you have to believe me."
"Why didn't you explain this at your trial?" Harry said.
"Didn't have one. Crouch just had me thrown in here."
Harry's face changed, the impassiveness disappearing entering for a stormy expression, "they didn't give you a chance to explain yourself? They just threw you in here to rot?
Harry's hand found the lock, and before Sirius could say anything, there was a sound of sheering metal and the door swung open, Harry walking in, "Remus, help me."
"You're sure? He could be lying," Remus said, even as he walked into the cell, looping Sirius's arm around his own and hefting him to his feet.
"I don't think he is," Harry said, "We're taking him to the house, then I'm flooing to the Ministry. I think it's time I exercised my rights as Rashaka Raja."
—
Millicent Bagnold felt a feeling of dread as she climbed aboard the lift with Cornelius and Dolores. Apparently Harry Potter was waiting for her in the atrium, and considering the Devil King hadn't so much as owled her in the past, it was clear there was something big.
Best case scenario, he wanted Sirius Black's head on a pike.
Finally the lift shuddered to a stop, and Millicent stepped out to see a cordon of Aurors standing between Harry and the lift. He apparently hadn't made any attempt to breach it, which she supposed was a good sign, and was talking to an Astral Projection of Princess Alice, which was definitely a good thing, because even with the lack of information coming out of Harwood West, it was known the Devil King had a fondness for the Princess. On the other hand, he was in full formal attire with a red hilted sword at his side.
"Lord Potter," Millicent said.
"Prime Minister," he returned. Evidently, they were still using formal terms. Another good sign, "I have a pair of questions for you. One, who is "Crouch"?"
Oh, God. He was asking for names of one of her potential successors.
"Bartemius Crouch, Head of the Department of International Corporation," Millicent supplied.
"And where," Potter was gritting his teeth now, a wildfire in his emerald eyes, "Does he get the right to throw Sirius Black into a proverbial hell without a fair trial? Or even a kangaroo court?"
Ohhhh, this had just gone from bad to disastrous.
"Barty assumed there was no need. We had a clear cut case, Black had betrayed your parents and blown up Peter Pettigrew."
"And what measures were used to make it clear cut?"
"We asked the muggles, before we mind wiped them," Cornelius supplied, since he had been one of the men to do it.
"Anything else? A truth potion? Investigation of his wand?
"Truth potions can be fought off," Millicent insisted, even as the defense rang hollow in her ears because she had no defense for the other. They hadn't used Prior Incantato on Black's wand, and Pettegrew's had been assumed destroyed in the bombardment spell alongside everything but a finger and bloody robes…
Her eyes met Cornelius's as they both made the connection. Either vicera from Pettegrew should have blanketed the area, or his robes obliterated completely if it was so thorough of an explosion that it vaporized his body.
"You're insinuating that Pettegrew survived somehow, and is the actual perpetrator of the crime?" Millicent asked.
"That's what Sirius Black says, and I believe him," Harry said.
"But it was a known fact that Black was your parent's secret keeper!" Cornelius insisted.
"He says they switched, as nobody would target Pettegrew over Black," Harry said, "and once again, I believe him. So let me make this clear, I have removed Sirius Black from Azkaban, he has been relocated to Number 12 Harwood West, he will remain there until the Ministry promises, under oath, to give him a fair trial. Any attempt to remove him from my protection will be treated as an act of aggression against me and my Peerage. Am I understood?"
"Perfectly, Devil King," Millicent said, trying to make her anger at being ordered clear without actually offending the Campione.
"Good. Alice, I'll see you for Sunday dinner, the rest of you, please don't give me a reason to come back here."
And then he turned on his heel, cloak swishing around him and marching straight towards the nearest fireplace and leaving the premises.
—
The moment Harry got home, he dropped the mantle of a ruler, both literally and figuratively, he took off the cloak and waistcoat, tossing them into the hamper. He untucked his shirt and sagged. He didn't like that, he didn't like acting like a tyrant, and it scared him that he might have damaged his relationship with Alice. But if there was even a one percent chance that Sirius Black might have been thrown into Azkaban while innocent, he couldn't let him rot there. He was a champion, a hero, he had a responsibility to do what was right, even when it wasn't easy.
Harry walked into his bedroom, curling up on his bed.
"Harry," Remus said, softly, as he walked in, "Alice just floo'd in, she wants to see you."
"Ok," Harry said wearily, not wanting to turn his best friend away.
"And Harry… I think you did the right thing today. It takes a lot to forgive someone who might have been involved in your parents' death, even by proxy. Sirius is being taken care of by Mimsy, he isn't in a healthy state."
Remus disappeared through the door, and Alice walked in a minute later, climbing up on the bed.
"Harry?"
"Mgh?"
"Don't make a habit of doing that please," Alice said, "I understand why you did it today, but don't just order the Ministry around willy-nilly."
"I won't," Harry said quietly, as she began to run her hand through his hair, "I didn't like doing that."
"That's because it isn't who you are," Alice said, "You're not a tyrant king, you're the king who stands in front of his subjects. And I know that's what caused you to act like a tyrant today.
"If there's a chance he's innocent, he doesn't deserve Azkaban," Harry said, even as he began to drift off to sleep.
Alice kissed him gently, "I know."
—
"Yes, sir."
—
Sirius looked up from where he was curled up as Padfoot. There was a clicking of shoes, and he watched the dementor that happened to be outside his room glide away as fast as possible. A tiny bit of warmth entered the room, and Sirius shifted back. Someone was coming this way.
Finally, a pair he never expected to see stepped into sight in front of his cell. Remus, looking as full as when James made sure he was taken care of, face dark and severe, and a boy with emerald eyes and black, messy hair, someone who could only be…
"Harry?" Sirius croaked in disbelief, the first time he had used his voice in many months, "Harry, is that you?"
"Yes," the boy said, "I'd say it's nice to meet you, Mr. Black, but considering where we are I think we both know that's a lie."
"What are you doing here?" Sirius asked worriedly, he didn't want Harry subjected to the dementors.
"I came to see the man who supposedly betrayed my parents," Harry said.
"I never-"
"Then who, and how?" Remus said, clearly unhappy to be there, "You were their secret keeper, Black, only you could have betrayed them."
"I wasn't," Sirius said hollowly, "and that means I as good as got them killed."
"What?" Remus said startled, while Harry didn't say anything.
"We thought it was the ultimate trick," Sirius said, "everyone would come after me because who else would be their secret keeper? Meanwhile-"
"Peter?" Remus said, "is that why you killed him? Were those muggles lives worth his, Sirius?"
"I didn't kill him. Was going to, he deserved it. But then he started yelling about how I betrayed Lily and James, fired off bombardment spells behind his back, cut off his own finger then changed and slipped down the sewer."
"But-" Remus started, only for Harry to say, "Changed?"
Sirius shifted into Padfoot, only for a few seconds, before changing back, hollow eyes staring at Harry, "I don't care if I have to stay here, but I need you to believe me, Harry, I never betrayed Lily and James. I never served Voldemort. Please, you have to believe me."
"Why didn't you explain this at your trial?" Harry said.
"Didn't have one. Crouch just had me thrown in here."
Harry's face changed, the impassiveness disappearing entering for a stormy expression, "they didn't give you a chance to explain yourself? They just threw you in here to rot?
Harry's hand found the lock, and before Sirius could say anything, there was a sound of sheering metal and the door swung open, Harry walking in, "Remus, help me."
"You're sure? He could be lying," Remus said, even as he walked into the cell, looping Sirius's arm around his own and hefting him to his feet.
"I don't think he is," Harry said, "We're taking him to the house, then I'm flooing to the Ministry. I think it's time I exercised my rights as Rashaka Raja."
—
Millicent Bagnold felt a feeling of dread as she climbed aboard the lift with Cornelius and Dolores. Apparently Harry Potter was waiting for her in the atrium, and considering the Devil King hadn't so much as owled her in the past, it was clear there was something big.
Best case scenario, he wanted Sirius Black's head on a pike.
Finally the lift shuddered to a stop, and Millicent stepped out to see a cordon of Aurors standing between Harry and the lift. He apparently hadn't made any attempt to breach it, which she supposed was a good sign, and was talking to an Astral Projection of Princess Alice, which was definitely a good thing, because even with the lack of information coming out of Harwood West, it was known the Devil King had a fondness for the Princess. On the other hand, he was in full formal attire with a red hilted sword at his side.
"Lord Potter," Millicent said.
"Prime Minister," he returned. Evidently, they were still using formal terms. Another good sign, "I have a pair of questions for you. One, who is "Crouch"?"
Oh, God. He was asking for names of one of her potential successors.
"Bartemius Crouch, Head of the Department of International Corporation," Millicent supplied.
"And where," Potter was gritting his teeth now, a wildfire in his emerald eyes, "Does he get the right to throw Sirius Black into a proverbial hell without a fair trial? Or even a kangaroo court?"
Ohhhh, this had just gone from bad to disastrous.
"Barty assumed there was no need. We had a clear cut case, Black had betrayed your parents and blown up Peter Pettigrew."
"And what measures were used to make it clear cut?"
"We asked the muggles, before we mind wiped them," Cornelius supplied, since he had been one of the men to do it.
"Anything else? A truth potion? Investigation of his wand?
"Truth potions can be fought off," Millicent insisted, even as the defense rang hollow in her ears because she had no defense for the other. They hadn't used Prior Incantato on Black's wand, and Pettegrew's had been assumed destroyed in the bombardment spell alongside everything but a finger and bloody robes…
Her eyes met Cornelius's as they both made the connection. Either vicera from Pettegrew should have blanketed the area, or his robes obliterated completely if it was so thorough of an explosion that it vaporized his body.
"You're insinuating that Pettegrew survived somehow, and is the actual perpetrator of the crime?" Millicent asked.
"That's what Sirius Black says, and I believe him," Harry said.
"But it was a known fact that Black was your parent's secret keeper!" Cornelius insisted.
"He says they switched, as nobody would target Pettegrew over Black," Harry said, "and once again, I believe him. So let me make this clear, I have removed Sirius Black from Azkaban, he has been relocated to Number 12 Harwood West, he will remain there until the Ministry promises, under oath, to give him a fair trial. Any attempt to remove him from my protection will be treated as an act of aggression against me and my Peerage. Am I understood?"
"Perfectly, Devil King," Millicent said, trying to make her anger at being ordered clear without actually offending the Campione.
"Good. Alice, I'll see you for Sunday dinner, the rest of you, please don't give me a reason to come back here."
And then he turned on his heel, cloak swishing around him and marching straight towards the nearest fireplace and leaving the premises.
—
The moment Harry got home, he dropped the mantle of a ruler, both literally and figuratively, he took off the cloak and waistcoat, tossing them into the hamper. He untucked his shirt and sagged. He didn't like that, he didn't like acting like a tyrant, and it scared him that he might have damaged his relationship with Alice. But if there was even a one percent chance that Sirius Black might have been thrown into Azkaban while innocent, he couldn't let him rot there. He was a champion, a hero, he had a responsibility to do what was right, even when it wasn't easy.
Harry walked into his bedroom, curling up on his bed.
"Harry," Remus said, softly, as he walked in, "Alice just floo'd in, she wants to see you."
"Ok," Harry said wearily, not wanting to turn his best friend away.
"And Harry… I think you did the right thing today. It takes a lot to forgive someone who might have been involved in your parents' death, even by proxy. Sirius is being taken care of by Mimsy, he isn't in a healthy state."
Remus disappeared through the door, and Alice walked in a minute later, climbing up on the bed.
"Harry?"
"Mgh?"
"Don't make a habit of doing that please," Alice said, "I understand why you did it today, but don't just order the Ministry around willy-nilly."
"I won't," Harry said quietly, as she began to run her hand through his hair, "I didn't like doing that."
"That's because it isn't who you are," Alice said, "You're not a tyrant king, you're the king who stands in front of his subjects. And I know that's what caused you to act like a tyrant today.
"If there's a chance he's innocent, he doesn't deserve Azkaban," Harry said, even as he began to drift off to sleep.
Alice kissed him gently, "I know."
—
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- Location
- Miami
A lot of authors of crossover fanfics usually fall in to the same sort of trap. where they either nerf Harry or find some weird way to power up Voldermort to make more drama. The Harry Potter and The Campione worlds are for more vast than that. It is ok for Harry to curbstomp Riddle and his goons.
Demonianism
I'm not possessed, this is normal.
- Location
- United States
Of course he's going to curb stomp them. Campione are all but immune to magic. Sure Riddle might be able to go the environmental route…but really, all that's going to do is annoy Harry.
Remember, there are ancient orders of mages, knights, miko, etc. that drop everything the moment a campione says to jump. That's secret societies that exist solely for personal power that acquiesce to a campione. Because they like living.
Frankly, the only thing Riddle can do is curry the favor of another campione (LOL), or a heretic god (pffff HAHAHAHAHAHA).
ThatOnePsycho
Tilting his Vanes and Ennobling His Spires
I aasumed it was clear Harry was able to easily curbstomp adult wizards as a 9 year old when Millicent considered it was good sign Harry hadn't decided "I don't want the ten minutes it takes for her to come to me" and bulldozed through Aurors, then dropped a "Fuck your legal system, just try to stop me from doing what's right" immediately after.
Harry isn't going to be nerfed to make Riddle a threat because the fight between Harry and Tom isn't the center of the fic. It's Harry's relationships.
Harry isn't going to be nerfed to make Riddle a threat because the fight between Harry and Tom isn't the center of the fic. It's Harry's relationships.
Tisaku
Head Chief Thinkomancer
Exactly. I see either Voldemort attempting to convince him to basically act as a tyrant king, or maybe even Voldemort attempting to become a god himself. There are plenty of myths and legends about men being possessed by an evil God to fight against a heroic champion. So I could see him being dumb enough to try that, not realizing that he'd be binding himself to failure. Because in those very same legends, the hero always wins.
I could also seem trying very hard to avoid him. or maybe even viewing the prophecy that since the two of them are supposed to be equal, that means he should be able to challenge him. depending on how you do fold more. If you're making him clever and intelligent and charismatic, like he's supposed to be, I could see him causing issues in the background, not directly challenging Harry, but socially challenging him. causing him issues on a personal level, not on a power level.
And all of that would come to an immediate halt once Harry gets his hands on V. V's best bet is to escape, evade and pick at Harry's support network. 'Course, V isn't going to do that, he's not got the common sense god gave a cat let alone something wiser.
V's never been able to conceive of there being a thing stronger than him. More skilled? Sure. But never stronger.
Though, that was canon and this is a world where the Campione exist as the end all be all of Anti-god shenanigans.
V's never been able to conceive of there being a thing stronger than him. More skilled? Sure. But never stronger.
Though, that was canon and this is a world where the Campione exist as the end all be all of Anti-god shenanigans.
ThatOnePsycho
Tilting his Vanes and Ennobling His Spires
Fair warning, I've entered one of my funks, so it'll stake a few days for the next chapter. Sorry.
Chapter 8
ThatOnePsycho
Tilting his Vanes and Ennobling His Spires
Seemingly in the blink of an eye, the Christmas season had started and Number 12 Harwood West was aglow with Christmas cheer. Sirius was singing "God Rest Ye Merry Hippogriffs" as he strung up lights and garland with Remus, Mimsy appearing with the largest roast and ham Harry had ever seen, Alice spending the vacation with them, and Sirius had even managed to invite "the only family he could stand" to the festivities.
That was, when the floo roared to life, Harry wasn't on guard. The first to step out was a brown haired woman with kind eyes, followed by a big bellied man and finally, a girl with alternating red and green strands of hair. Harry quietly wondered how long that dye job had taken while Sirius thundered down the stairs like a boy on Christmas.
While there was still a haunted look in his eye, Sirius as a whole looked far healthier than when Harry had freed him. His gaunt, almost completely hollow cheeks had filled out to reveal aristocratic features, his hair, free of grease and dirt, was neck length and flowing instead of being matted to his head. His eyes only occasionally held the hollow, haunted look in them.
This wasn't one of those times, his grey eyes alive with joy as he ran up to give the woman a hug, "Andy!"
"Hello Sirius, I can't believe I'm saying this, but it's good to see you again. You remember Ted?"
"Of course!" Sirius said, giving the man just as tight of a hug, "I'll always remember someone who made my hag of a mother as unhappy as you!"
"And this is our daughter, Nymphadora."
"Just call me Tonks," she said, as her hair turned bright red.
—
Nymphadora Tonks, who had cursed people for calling her by her first name, looked around the manor in interest, wondering how a Campione lived. The answer, in this case, was quite modestly. There were enough couches and chairs to seat a decent amount of guests, a muggle TV turned on to one of those cheesy '60s Christmas movies. A Christmas tree, ten feet tall at least, sat in another corner, decorated sparsely with ornaments and with an angel on top.
Then her eyes landed on Harry Potter, her mouth went dry and she went dead still. He was sitting on one of the couches snuggled up to a blonde girl watching the TV, wearing a loose fitting button up and pants. He glanced over at her as introductions were handed out and nodded, before he reached for a cup of hot chocolate and drank from it. Finally, after a moment he said casually, "Well then, don't just stand there, take a seat. We're going to be living in the same house for the next week, it's gonna be awkward if you stare at me like a monster the whole time. Can we get you anything, Tonks? Mimsy is letting the treacle tart cool for a few minutes, how about that?"
Tonks sat in one of the chairs next to him, not taking her eyes off him. This was the boy who, two months and some change ago, had entered the Ministry of Magic, stood down the Aurors, and ordered Millicent Bagnold to give Sirius a (still pending) fair trial. It wasn't surprising it was being held off, Bagnold was dealing with the fallout of the average wizard learning a new Campione had been crowned and the general public hadn't been informed. It had tanked her and the Wizengamot's popularity rating. Pureblood families were unhappy to no longer be the top of the food chain, instead a half-blood was, and the average folk were unhappy that such a dangerous individual had been hidden from them.
"I'll take a slice, yeah," Tonks finally said.
"And dinner should be ready soon," Harry said, checking a watch on his wrist, "So if you want to wait till after that, that's fine too."
—
Andromeda watched as the Devil King carefully took a tray from their House Elf, thanking them. Putting it carefully on the table in the living room, as everyone filtered in and out of the kitchen, she watched Harry grab a bottle and carefully uncork it, pouring the contents into a cup of hot chocolate. He kept doing this, in a clear and practiced order before handing the potion filled concoction to the blonde girl leaning against him with a tender softness.
"What do you want to eat?" Harry asked softly
"Some breast and mashed potatoes, please," the girl said, "I'll ask for more if I feel up to it afterwards."
Harry nodded, then disappeared into the kitchen. Andromeda swallowed the bite of turkey thigh she was eating and said, "I don't think we've been introduced?"
"Oh, yes. I'm sorry, I'm Alice Goddodin, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'll be staying for the next week as well."
"What were those potions?" Andromeda had got an O for her NEWTs, though she hadn't really used it for anything.
"Health potions," she smiled sadly, "unfortunately I'm rather delicate, so if I want to spend time anywhere other than my home, I need to take them."
"Lord Potter seemed comfortable with them?"
"We spend a lot of time together," she said.
Glancing at Sirius, she saw him hide a smirk under his hand as Harry came back into the room, placing Alice's plate in front of her before sitting down next to her.
That was, when the floo roared to life, Harry wasn't on guard. The first to step out was a brown haired woman with kind eyes, followed by a big bellied man and finally, a girl with alternating red and green strands of hair. Harry quietly wondered how long that dye job had taken while Sirius thundered down the stairs like a boy on Christmas.
While there was still a haunted look in his eye, Sirius as a whole looked far healthier than when Harry had freed him. His gaunt, almost completely hollow cheeks had filled out to reveal aristocratic features, his hair, free of grease and dirt, was neck length and flowing instead of being matted to his head. His eyes only occasionally held the hollow, haunted look in them.
This wasn't one of those times, his grey eyes alive with joy as he ran up to give the woman a hug, "Andy!"
"Hello Sirius, I can't believe I'm saying this, but it's good to see you again. You remember Ted?"
"Of course!" Sirius said, giving the man just as tight of a hug, "I'll always remember someone who made my hag of a mother as unhappy as you!"
"And this is our daughter, Nymphadora."
"Just call me Tonks," she said, as her hair turned bright red.
—
Nymphadora Tonks, who had cursed people for calling her by her first name, looked around the manor in interest, wondering how a Campione lived. The answer, in this case, was quite modestly. There were enough couches and chairs to seat a decent amount of guests, a muggle TV turned on to one of those cheesy '60s Christmas movies. A Christmas tree, ten feet tall at least, sat in another corner, decorated sparsely with ornaments and with an angel on top.
Then her eyes landed on Harry Potter, her mouth went dry and she went dead still. He was sitting on one of the couches snuggled up to a blonde girl watching the TV, wearing a loose fitting button up and pants. He glanced over at her as introductions were handed out and nodded, before he reached for a cup of hot chocolate and drank from it. Finally, after a moment he said casually, "Well then, don't just stand there, take a seat. We're going to be living in the same house for the next week, it's gonna be awkward if you stare at me like a monster the whole time. Can we get you anything, Tonks? Mimsy is letting the treacle tart cool for a few minutes, how about that?"
Tonks sat in one of the chairs next to him, not taking her eyes off him. This was the boy who, two months and some change ago, had entered the Ministry of Magic, stood down the Aurors, and ordered Millicent Bagnold to give Sirius a (still pending) fair trial. It wasn't surprising it was being held off, Bagnold was dealing with the fallout of the average wizard learning a new Campione had been crowned and the general public hadn't been informed. It had tanked her and the Wizengamot's popularity rating. Pureblood families were unhappy to no longer be the top of the food chain, instead a half-blood was, and the average folk were unhappy that such a dangerous individual had been hidden from them.
"I'll take a slice, yeah," Tonks finally said.
"And dinner should be ready soon," Harry said, checking a watch on his wrist, "So if you want to wait till after that, that's fine too."
—
Andromeda watched as the Devil King carefully took a tray from their House Elf, thanking them. Putting it carefully on the table in the living room, as everyone filtered in and out of the kitchen, she watched Harry grab a bottle and carefully uncork it, pouring the contents into a cup of hot chocolate. He kept doing this, in a clear and practiced order before handing the potion filled concoction to the blonde girl leaning against him with a tender softness.
"What do you want to eat?" Harry asked softly
"Some breast and mashed potatoes, please," the girl said, "I'll ask for more if I feel up to it afterwards."
Harry nodded, then disappeared into the kitchen. Andromeda swallowed the bite of turkey thigh she was eating and said, "I don't think we've been introduced?"
"Oh, yes. I'm sorry, I'm Alice Goddodin, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'll be staying for the next week as well."
"What were those potions?" Andromeda had got an O for her NEWTs, though she hadn't really used it for anything.
"Health potions," she smiled sadly, "unfortunately I'm rather delicate, so if I want to spend time anywhere other than my home, I need to take them."
"Lord Potter seemed comfortable with them?"
"We spend a lot of time together," she said.
Glancing at Sirius, she saw him hide a smirk under his hand as Harry came back into the room, placing Alice's plate in front of her before sitting down next to her.
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