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Thanks to Nancy for her help as always!
FLAMES OF BETRAYAL
"No," Harry said sternly.
"I said no! Dobby would kill me, then you. I'm not going to have a deranged house-elf after me because I disobeyed him."
"Damn it, Harry. It's been four days since I was attacked. I feel fine. Severus said I was fine and there is nothing wrong with me. I should be allowed to get up," Sirius whined.
"I'm sure, but until Dobby thinks you're fine, I'm not interfering one bit. Dobby is scary when he's angry," Harry replied solemnly.
Sirius leaned back against his pillows, crossed his arms, and pouted. "I don't see why I have to obey a house-elf. He's not my father," he grumbled.
Harry snorted and asked, "When did you ever obey your Father? You know as well as I do that if you move from that bed before he says you can, you'd get a spanking like never before."
Sirius grunted, still pouting. "It's not like it was my fault that I was attacked by Death Eaters," he whined.
"Yes, Padfoot, I know," Harry replied soothingly, his face amused. "Regardless, you still can't leave that bed until Dobby lets you. Now, buck up and stop pouting," he said with a grin.
Sirius sighed heavily. "Fine. How are your lessons going?" he asked.
Harry grimaced, annoyed. "They're going slow. I can do several spells using wandless magic, but I'm only on third year level. The more difficult the spell, the harder it is to control. Ron has control of his magic and he's doing better, but somehow, I seem to be blocked. I'm not sure why," he said, irritated.
"Don't worry, Harry. You'll get it. Before long, you'll have a handle on your magic and you'll be doing wandless magic left and right."
"Maybe, but will it be in time? I have Voldemort to face, not to mention a psychotic Headmaster. If I can't get control of my magic before then, no amount of power is going to help me."
Sirius looked at his godson intently. He could see the worry and stress on the young man's face. Harry was too young to look that old, that worn. He knew that Azkaban was partly to blame, but he knew how worried Harry was that he wouldn't be ready for Voldemort and Dumbledore.
Sirius reached up, grabbed his godson, and pulled him down on the bed. He lifted Harry's face to make sure that he was looking him in the eyes. "You'll get it, Harry. You'll learn what you need to know. Also, you're not alone. You have Ron, Severus, and me to help you, not to mention a slightly deranged house-elf that could probably kick Dumbledore's arse if you let him," he said with a grin.
Harry snickered at the comment. "I should let Dobby take care of Dumbledore. He's still pissed about Winky's death."
"I would give anything to see the Headmaster flying into the wall," Sirius said wistfully.
Harry laughed. "Maybe you should have Severus show you his memory of that. I think I have a Pensieve around here somewhere."
Harry stopped a moment before his eyes widened. He remembered the Pensieves that he took out of his vault. With everything happening, he totally forgot about them. Making a mental note to check them out when he had the chance, he looked over at his godfather and smothered a smile at the bored look on the man's face. Dobby refused to let Sirius move from his bed. He had been adamant that Sirius was going to rest and get better before he left the bed. Sirius didn't take him seriously and tried to get out of bed only to find himself back in it. Apparently, Dobby knew Sirius well and warded the bed to keep him there. Sirius had been angry and he let everyone know it.
"How's Remus?" Sirius asked suddenly. He'd been angry when he found out that they'd brought Remus back to the castle. He calmed down some when he realized that Dumbledore would more than likely interrogate Remus for his actions against Hermione and then kill him because he knew Sirius was alive.
Harry scowled and shrugged. "I don't know. Dobby takes care of him. Gets him books to read and feeds him. I haven't had the urge to visit the bastard. He may have helped Ron, but I'm still angry with him," he replied, his eyes cold.
Sirius nodded with understanding. He told Harry what Remus had said about blaming Harry for his death and Harry had been shocked, dismayed and hurt. Once Sirius found out that Harry already blamed himself, he was even angrier with Remus for his attitude. Ron pointed out that though the man was a fool for blaming Harry, maybe there was something to the fact that Remus's inner wolf was mad with grief for the loss of his Pack. They should take into consideration that Remus is a werewolf and some things were instinct, whether they liked it or not. Though it made some sense to them, they were still angry with Remus for his betrayal. It just wasn't right for him to turn on Harry, instinct or not.
"You think I should visit him when Dobby lets me go?" Sirius asked.
Harry shrugged. "You do what you want with him. I don't care."
Sirius frowned slightly. He knew that Harry was angry with Remus and he understood it, but he wondered if maybe he should encourage Harry to forgive the man. Sirius sighed; he hated trying to be responsible. Before he could say anything to Harry, Dobby popped in and looked at him. He gave him an intense look before smiling.
"Mutt, you seem to be doing better. I'm allowing you to get up from the bed," Dobby said.
Sirius whooped for joy and waited as Dobby took down the wards. He got out of bed and did a happy dance of glee around the room. He stopped and looked over at Harry. "Do you think Severus will let me help you with your lessons?"
Harry snickered and replied, "I'm sure he will, but Ron and I have something to do today."
Sirius looked at him curiously and asked, "What?"
Harry smiled mischievously. "We're going to see someone about a meeting."
Lizzie Cameron looked up at the knock on her door. "Enter," she called out.
The door opened and a man entered the room. He looked around the room and his gaze fell on her. "Um...are you Elizabeth Cameron?" he asked hesitantly.
Lizzie looked at the man warily. The man was tall, around 6'1" with long auburn hair. His eyes were a crystal blue and he had freckles on his face. He was looked harmless, but Lizzie was still wary of any strangers.
"Yes, I am," she replied.
The man looked relieved. "Oh good, I was afraid I got the wrong room."
"How can I help you?" she asked.
"I'm here to deliver a package," he said cheerfully.
"A package? Do you know who it's from?" she asked cautiously.
The man shook his head. "No, Ma'am. I just deliver them."
"I see. Well, if you could give me the package, I need to get back to work," Lizzie stated crisply.
"Oh...uh...okay," the man stuttered, obviously flustered by her the tone of her voice. He pulled a small package out of his pocket and, with a smirk, threw it at her. "Here, catch," he said.
Instinctively she grabbed the package and cursed mentally as she felt the sensation of a portkey.
The stranger watched as Lizzie disappeared. "Well, she's not going to be happy," he said with a grin. He turned and left the room. In the hallway, he saw someone and stopped to wait. The man stopped in front of him and grinned. "Did everything go alright?" he asked.
Harry chuckled and said, "Oh yeah, but I can tell you right now, she's not going to be happy. She reminds me of McGonagall. She's going to be a tad irate. How did it go with Percy?"
Ron chuckled. "He was quite irate. Of course, I didn't give him a choice in the matter," he said with a grin.
Harry laughed. "I guess we should get back. I just hope Dobby doesn't have to um...calm them down."
Ron started to chuckle at the image that popped through his head. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun."
They started to laugh as they made their way out of the Ministry building.
Lizzie looked around the room that she had been portkeyed in. It was a nice, cozy room with very large windows but no doorway. There was a beautiful view of the gardens and the forest. She cursed loudly at her stupidity. She knew better than to take anything from a stranger. A loud crash startled her out of her thoughts, and she turned around quickly to see Percy lying on the floor.
She rushed over to her friend and helped him up from the floor. "Percy, are you all right?" she asked, concerned.
Percy looked at her, surprised on his face. "Lizzie? What are you doing here? What's going on?" he asked.
Lizzie frowned, annoyed. "I was stupid. A man came into my office to deliver a package. I wasn't thinking when he threw the thing at me. I tried to catch it and was portkeyed here. You?" she asked.
Percy sighed and replied, "Same thing."
"Did you recognize the man?" she asked.
Percy shook his head. "No, he was a stranger. He just came in and told me to catch. Like you, I tried to catch the stupid thing."
They heard a pop and looked around. A house-elf was smiling at them. "Would you like anything to eat or drink?" he inquired.
Lizzie glared at him. "I would like to know what's going on. I demand you tell me where we are," she growled.
The house-elf chuckled and replied, "I'm afraid that I can't do that. You will just have to wait until your host gets here. In the mean time, I am here to offer you my services. Would you like some tea perhaps?"
"Listen, you pesky little house-elf, I demand to know what the hell is going on," Lizzie demanded.
The house-elf eyes narrowed and he replied coldly, "And I told you that I can't tell you. Now, if you don't want anything, I'll be leaving you. You'll just have to wait until the master of the castle gets here. For the last time, do you want anything?"
Lizzie and Percy blinked at the house-elf's attitude. This was not the normal mild and meek house-elf. Lizzie cleared her throat nervously, sighed wearily, and replied, "Sure, let's have some tea. And maybe some finger sandwiches. I haven't had lunch yet today. How about you, Percy?" she asked.
Percy shrugged. "That's fine."
The house-elf nodded and disappeared. Lizzie looked over at Percy and asked, "Was it just me or was that house-elf a little um..."
"Assertive?" Percy replied blandly.
"Sure, but I was going to say scary," Lizzie smirked.
The house-elf popped back in with the tea and looked over at Lizzie. "Thank you, I try to be." He walked over to the small table and placed the silver tray on it. He looked over at them and smiled. "If you need anything else, just call for Sage."
"Is that your name?" Percy asked.
The house-elf chuckled. "No, I'm someone totally different." With that said, the house-elf disappeared.
Lizzie snickered. "That's for sure. Well, I guess we should have some tea and wait until our host arrives."
Percy muttered to himself, his face irritated. He walked over to the table, poured himself some tea, and grabbed a couple of sandwiches. He sat down in the chair and proceeded to eat. Lizzie chuckled at her friend's annoyance and made her way over to the table.
Thirty minutes later, a hidden door opened and two men walked into the room. Lizzie glared at the man who threw the portkey at her. The man smiled at her and Lizzie growled with frustration.
"What the hell is going on? Where am I? Who are you?" she demanded.
The men took out their wands and muttered something. Lizzie watched in warily as the men standing in front of her changed. She bit back a gasp of shock as she recognized Harry Potter and Ron Black.
"What is going on?" she asked plaintively.
"Ronnie!" Percy yelped. "Damn it! Couldn't you have just told me what was going on instead of throwing that damn portkey at me?" he demanded, irritated.
Ron chuckled. "Where would be the fun in that? You should've seen the look on your face. It was hysterical."
Percy growled at him and Harry watched them, his face amused. He looked over at Lizzie and saw her watching him intently. He smiled at her and she relaxed. There was a look of severe look displeasure on her face, reminding him of McGonagall once again.
He walked over to Lizzie and held out his hand. "You must be Lizzie Cameron. I'm Harry Potter. It's nice to meet you," he said cheerfully.
Lizzie scowled at him and took his hand. "You too, though I would've preferred a different way of being introduced," she retorted archly.
Harry grinned at her. "You never know who is watching in the Ministry. I decided to give you no chance of warning anyone. I don't trust you yet, Miss Cameron. I haven't decided whether or not you have anything I need."
"Harry," Percy began, but Lizzie held up her hand to silence him.
"It's all right, Percy. I understand where Mr. Potter is coming from. Sadly, you don't know who to trust anymore. Irritated as I am about being portkeyed out of my office, I do understand the security measures. I wouldn't put it past Dumbledore to have me watched. The man doesn't trust me and with good reason. I know exactly what type of man he is and I have no qualms about letting people know. Unfortunately, they don't actually believe me. Many say it's the rambling of a bitter woman," Lizzie explained sadly.
Harry nodded with understanding. "You have my attention, Miss Cameron. Let's see if you have anything to say that is worth my time. I take it Dobby has taken care of your needs?" he inquired.
"If he was that rather scary house-elf, then yes, he took care of us," Lizzie said.
Harry and Ron chuckled. "Yes, Dobby is rather um...aggressive when he needs to be."
"I've never seen a house-elf act the way he does, or even speak the way he does. Why is that?" Lizzie asked curiously.
Harry shrugged. "Simple, Dobby is free."
Lizzie blinked rapidly a moment before commenting, "Being free causes that reaction?" she asked.
Harry looked at her seriously. "It can. Being free does a lot to a house-elf. You'd be surprised by what it can do. Dobby is not our slave or our servant; he is our friend. He helps us because he chooses too. He's part of my family and he's involved in our decision-making. In fact, he will be part of our little meeting today. Dobby has a certain," Harry paused a moment before grinning, "disregard for Dumbledore. He will be involved in whatever we do. Besides, who would ever suspect a house-elf?" Harry asked.
Lizzie looked thoughtful. She nodded her head slowly and said, "That makes a bit of sense. House-elves are so common and everyday that normal Witches and Wizards don't ever notice them. They would make the perfect spy. Very interesting."
"Dobby," Harry called.
Dobby appeared before them and grinned at Harry. "Yes, Harry?" he asked.
"Could you find Severus and Sirius?" he requested. "I need you all here for the meeting."
"Of course, Harry. I might have to drag the Professor out of the lab. He has been playing with his potions again," Dobby said indulgently.
Harry laughed and replied, "Just be careful then. You know how he gets when someone disturbs him."
Dobby sniffed and said, "I'm not scared of him." With a smirk, he disappeared.
Harry smiled as he prepared some tea. He looked over at Ron and asked, "Do you want a cup?" Ron shook his head and Harry walked over to the small loveseat and sat down. He sipped his tea and watched as Percy and Ron made small talk.
Harry looked up as he heard the door open. Sirius and Severus walked into the room and paused as they saw Lizzie and Percy sitting on the couch. Severus looked over at Harry with a question in his eyes and Harry shrugged. They walked farther into the room and took a seat. Dobby popped into the room, walked over to the small footstool, and sat down. Harry took a sip of his tea and put the teacup down on the table. He leaned back in loveseat and looked over at Lizzie.
"Now that we're all here, I would like to make some introductions for those of you who do not know everyone. Sitting on the couch is Percy Weasley and Lizzie Cameron, who are part of the Watchers group. Sitting in the chair to my left is Severus Snape, Potions Master. Sitting next to me on the loveseat is Sirius Black, ex-prisoner of Azkaban and former Auror. Sitting on the footstool is Dobby, house-elf extraordinaire, and sitting in the chair by the couch is Ron Black, formally a Weasley and my brother. And I am Harry Potter, Boy Who Lived, the Wizarding World's Savior, ex-Azkaban prisoner, and the one who is going to kick Voldemort's arse," Harry said dramatically.
Ron snickered. "Now you're starting to sound like Percy, a pompous windbag."
"Hey," Percy yelped, annoyed.
Harry laughed. "Now that everyone knows who everyone is, let's get started," he said cheerfully.
He looked at Lizzie and asked, "What can the Watchers do for me that I can't do on my own or with the help of my friends?"
"Probably nothing, but we can give you any support that you might need. We are admittedly a small group, consisting of around fifty to sixty members. The members have jobs in the Ministry, the Order of the Phoenix, and at Hogwarts. The Watchers have been watching Dumbledore for over the last fifty years," Lizzie explained.
Harry interrupted her. "If the Watchers have been watching him for so long, then why hasn't there been anything done before now? Surely, you could've found some sort of evidence on the Headmaster? Evil can't exist that long without someone seeing something. I'm beginning to think that the Watchers may be ineffective."
Lizzie glared at Harry. "Dumbledore has covered his tracks quite well. If there was any evidence, someone always destroyed it before we could use it. Dumbledore has no qualms about killing someone to hide the evidence of his wrongdoings."
"Again, where is the evidence that Dumbledore is doing the killing? Are you sure that it's Dumbledore that is doing these things? Couldn't it be someone else?" Harry asked casually.
Lizzie opened her mouth then shut it, frustrated. "I have no proof. I can show you a list of supposed actions that Dumbledore has done, but there is no proof. There is only hearsay and depositions from people who are too frightened to come forward. Half of those wouldn't be good witnesses as their testimonies could be construed as saving their own arses," Lizzie explained.
Harry frowned at her, his expression confused. "What do you mean?"
"Half of the witnesses are from Knockturn Alley. They are the dredges of Society who have their own illegal doings to hide. Several of the witnesses are people who did the dirty work for the Headmaster. After they gave their disposition, they disappeared or they died under mysterious circumstances. We can't even get into Dumbledore's accounts at Gringotts to find out if he has paid someone for illegal doings. It's very frustrating when you know someone is doing something wrong, and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it. Everyone believes that Dumbledore is a kind, benevolent man, but they can't see past his mask to see what he is really like. They don't want to see it," Lizzie said with scowl.
Harry looked at her thoughtfully. "So, why do you need my help? What makes you think that I can help you anymore than anyone else?" he asked.
Lizzie smiled at him. "Your Grandfather was a member of the Watchers group."
Harry's eyes widened at that comment. He leaned forward eagerly and asked, "What about my father?"
Lizzie shook her head. "He died before we could approach him. I'm sad to say that I'm not sure if he would've believed us or not. I had a hard time convincing your Grandfather, but once I did, he was one of our best agents."
Harry chewed on his lip in thought. "While that's nice to know, I still don't see what you need me for."
"Before your Grandfather died, he owled me to let me know that he finally found what the Watchers were looking for. He found the evidence we needed to put Dumbledore away. He also found evidence of a new plan of Dumbledore's. He didn't go into detail, but he owled me to let me know that he was going to hide the evidence so that Dumbledore couldn't get it. He was afraid that Dumbledore had found out about him. Two days after I got the owl, William was murdered. Dumbledore blamed it on Voldemort, but the Watchers knew better. Dumbledore had found out that William was an agent and he had him killed. It is not known whether he killed William himself or had someone else do it," Lizzie explained.
Harry stared at her, shocked. "Are you saying that Dumbledore murdered my Grandfather?" he asked in disbelief. Lizzie nodded her head sadly. "I suppose there is no proof of that?" he asked sarcastically.
"Unfortunately, there isn't. After William was murdered, I received a letter via Gringotts. William hid the evidence in the family vault where only his Heir could find it. The Watchers were relieved that the evidence was safe, but upset that no one could get to it. James, while old enough, was too far under Dumbledore's thumb to be of any use. As I said before, he was killed before he could be approached," Lizzie said as she took a sip of her tea.
"Did my Grandfather say what the evidence was?" Harry asked.
Lizzie shook her head. "No. All he wrote was that only his Heir could retrieve it. The Watchers debated whether to approach you several years ago, but at that time, you were under Dumbledore's control. I have to admit that I was relieved to see you break away from Dumbledore with the supposed death of Black. We decided to approach you, but that's when the Malfoys framed you for murder and had you thrown into Azkaban. There was even talk about breaking you out of Azkaban, but, in actuality, we could do nothing. I must say that is was fortunate that the Aurors captured the Malfoys when they did. You gave us quite a stir when you disappeared."
Harry snickered. "Yes, well I wasn't exactly comfortable where I was."
"I have a question," Sirius stated.
Harry looked over at Sirius with a question in his eyes. "What is it, Padfoot?"
"How is Harry supposed to find the evidence if he doesn't know what he is looking for?" Sirius asked. "I've been in the Potter vault, and you can be damn sure that it's going to be hard to find anything in there. That place is huge and there are many things in there. Finding something that we know nothing about might be a problem," Sirius explained.
Harry nodded his head. "I agree. Ron and I were there not too long ago. We were looking for something and we were lucky to find it since we had only very vague reference to what we needed. There are lots of chests, boxes, and even furniture that could hide it."
Lizzie frowned thoughtfully. "No, it would have to be something that only the Heir of the Potter line could get into. That's what the letter William sent to me said. He said, and I quote, 'I have left it in the vault so that it may only be retrieved by the blood of the Potter Heir. No one else may do so.' So, wherever it's hidden it can only be retrieved by Harry," she explained.
Ron sat up suddenly and looked over at Harry, his eyes wide. "Harry, the shields," he blurted out.
Harry looked at him a moment before his eyes widened. "Of course! That makes sense. It's not only the fact that I'm the Potter heir, but that in order to get it you have to use the blood of the Heir. The Pensieves!" he exclaimed. He looked at Ron, his face excited. "I've had it this whole time and I never even knew it. I could've had something on that old man weeks ago if I had just remembered that I took them from the vault."
Severus scowled at them. "If you would be so kind as to explain it to the rest of us, we would appreciate it."
Harry looked over at him and grinned. "The Potter vault is protected by a magical shield that can only be opened by the blood of a Potter. Most of the Old Pureblood vaults are like this. I'm sure your vaults have that same options, correct?" Harry asked and Severus nodded his head. "When Ron and I went to my vault, Ron found a niche that was protected by the same type of shield. In the niche were two Pensieves. The shield was also protecting these Pensieves. I can get rid of the shield, but it would take a drop or two of my blood, the Potter Heir. That's what my Grandfather meant. The evidence that the Watchers need are in those Pensieves," Harry explained. "I've had them in my bottomless bag since my visit to the vault. I forgot all about them until today."
Lizzie squealed with excitement. "Merlin, do you know what this means? We are one step closer to getting rid of Dumbledore. Can you get the Pensieves, Harry?" she asked.
Harry looked at her and smiled grimly. "I could, but I'm not. Not now."
Lizzie looked at him in shocked disbelief. "Why not?" she demanded.
"I still haven't heard anything about the Watchers that I can't do on my own. You have to understand, I don't trust the Ministry. I don't trust those who work in the Ministry. Everyone has his or her own agenda; I'm debating whether your agenda coincides with mine. If the evidence is good enough, I'll have what I need to get rid of Dumbledore. I'll be looking it over to find out. Here's what I want from you. I want to talk to your boss. If they want my help, then I want to know whom I would be working for. If I'm going to put my life and the lives of my friends on the line, then I want their identity. If that is unacceptable, then the Watchers group will find themselves on the sidelines. I have no reason to trust anything you have to tell me. I don't know you from Adam. As far as I know, Dumbledore could head your little Watchers group. So talk to your boss and I'll owl you in a couple of days for your response. If I don't like what I hear, then I'll go it alone," Harry said firmly.
Lizzie gaped at Harry. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Harry was supposed to help her. He was supposed to ask for help from the Watchers. Instead, he was changing the game plan and in turn, the Watchers were going to have to ask him for help. The Watchers were going to have to prove themselves to Harry, or else Harry would tell them to go to Hell. Lizzie sat there a moment before she began to laugh.
"I can see why Voldemort and Dumbledore have problems when it comes to you, Harry. Very well, I'll talk to my boss. I don't know who heads the Watchers, but I'll give my superiors your message. You can owl me in a couple of days," she said with a small grin.
Harry silently heaved a sigh of relief. He hadn't been sure his little gamble was going to work. He had been sure that Lizzie was going to tell him to go to Hell. While he may have the supposed evidence that the Watchers needed, Harry still needed their help. He was just curious as to how far he could push them before they pushed back. In this case, the gamble got him the opportunity to meet the Head of the Watchers. He was quite curious as to who it would be.
"Actually, I'll have Dobby come to you. I trust him more than an owl. He'll be able to disable any tracking spells that someone might place on the owl I send. As I said, I don't trust anyone beside my friends," Harry said.
Lizzie nodded her head in understanding. She looked over at Sirius and asked, "If things work out and Harry agrees to work with us, would you like to testify against Dumbledore?"
"Oh hell, yes!" Sirius replied with a cold smile. "I owe that bastard something and if I can help in any small way to take him down, then I'm all for it."
Harry and Ron snickered at Sirius while Severus just rolled his eyes. "Tell me, Miss Cameron, you have a spy in the Order, do you not? Do you have any in the Dark Lord's ranks?" Severus asked.
"We do have a spy in the Order, but no Death Eater spies, Mr. Snape. Why?" Lizzie asked curiously.
"What is the news on the Dark Lord? How are things progressing on that front? Have any Death Eaters been captured recently? We've been so concerned with the Headmaster recently that we haven't really paid attention to the Dark Lord. We don't get out much and we haven't heard anything lately," Severus explained.
Lizzie frowned thoughtfully. "There isn't really a lot going on right now. There was a raid about a week ago. It seems that You Know Who was very angry about something and he destroyed a small Muggle village. Other than that, he has actually been quiet. There was an incident where three Death Eaters were captured, but no one is taking credit for that," Lizzie explained. Ron looked smug at that and Harry just grinned.
Lizzie gave them a knowing look. "I find it rather odd that he has been so quite lately. The Order is uneasy. It is thought that he is planning something big, but since you disappeared, the Order has no way to confirm that," she explained.
"Well, that doesn't sound good," Harry said with a frown. His scar hadn't been acting up, since he could now block Voldemort from his mind. He wondered if maybe he should try to see what he was up to. With Severus no longer spying, there wasn't really a way to find out what they needed to know. He chewed on his lip thoughtfully.
"No, Harry. I won't allow it," Severus said with a glare.
Harry was startled out of his thoughts and he looked up at Severus, surprised. "What?"
"Whatever stupid Gryffindor thing you have planned, I won't allow it. You can get that thought right out your mind," Severus said.
"But..." Harry began.
"No! If you even think about doing it, I'll give you so many detentions, your children will be serving them," Severus said harshly.
"Hey!" Harry exclaimed indignantly. "I'm no longer in school."
Severus crossed his arms and glared at Harry. "And that concerns me, how?" he asked sarcastically.
Harry leaned back in the loveseat and grumbled, "I don't know how you knew what I was planning."
Severus snorted, annoyed. "I don't know exactly what you are planning, but I was your teacher for almost seven years. I can tell when you're going to do something stupid."
"Whatever," Harry pouted. He heard Ron snicker and glared at him.
Severus turned to Ron and scowled. "What are you laughing about? Knowing you, you would be right in the middle of it."
"Hey! I was just sitting here. I didn't do anything," Ron exclaimed.
The rest of the adults cracked up and Harry grinned. It was true that whatever stupid plan Harry was even thinking about doing, Ron would be right in the middle of it. He knew that he could count on his brother to help him.
"As much fun as this is, I really think Percy and I need to get back to the Ministry. I don't want to stay away any longer. People might get suspicious," Lizzie said.
Harry nodded and looked at Dobby. "If you would be so kind, I would appreciate it if you took them back."
"Of course, Harry." Dobby got off the stool and walked over to Lizzie and Percy. He waited as they stood up. Lizzie looked over at Harry and said, "It was a pleasure to meet you, Harry Potter. I hope that we can work together in the future."
Percy looked at him and smiled uneasily. "Harry, I...ah..." he began.
Harry shook his head, a smile on his face. "I understand, Percy. I may not have liked it, but I do understand why you treated me as you did. I hope that in the future we'll have more time to talk. Not just for me, but for Ron too. He's my brother now and I'm glad that at least one Weasley didn't turn against him."
Percy shrugged and replied, "He's my brother, regardless. As are you. I'd like to have the opportunity to talk though."
Harry nodded. "I'll contact you and we'll get together. Until then, Percy."
Percy and Lizzie said their goodbyes and Dobby took their hands and disappeared. The room was quiet for a moment before Harry looked over at Ron. "Now that they're gone, let's go check out those Pensieves. I'm curious to see what got my Grandfather killed. What was it that Dumbledore didn't want anyone to know? What was this plan that he started?"
Ron shrugged and said, "Not sure, but whatever it is, I'm pretty sure that Dumbledore doesn't want it to get out."
Severus smiled coldly. "Well, then in that case, it's our duty to find out what it is."
They chuckled and raced out of the room and up the stairs, eager to find out what William had hidden all those years ago.
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