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20. One hell of a revelation

Number Twelve Grimauld Place

Draco felt the air leave his lungs as his sailing body came in contact with the wall from the force of the spells hitting him in the chest. His eyes were wide with wonder and astonishment as he couldn't believe that his own mum, aunt and cousin would do such a thing to him, Draco Malfoy. Thankfully, he went without injuring anything outside of his pride.

"Draco, dear, what are you thoughts on the Dark Lord?" Aunt Bellatrix asked with a gleam in her eye.

"He's a half-blood wanna-be demonic arse!" Draco sneered, expecting another round of spells. Unfortunately for his mental health, Bellatrix fell down into a fitful round of giggles, and his mother very un-Narcissa-like snorted.

"He's a Black through and through ladies. My compliments to how you reared this one, Cissy." Regulus stated plainly.

"Well, it took awhile having to hide what he really was from his father." Narcissa commented.

"Let's not forget my acting skills thanks to a great coach." Draco chimed in. "However, WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS WITH THREE ON ONE!?"

"CONSTANT VIGILIANCE, BOY!" Screamed a very familiar voice coming from the entrance way.

"M-M-Mad-Eye M-M-Moody?! What the bloody hell are you doing here, Professor Moody?"

"I was never your professor before, but that is about to change."

To say that Draco Malfoy was a bit confused would be an enormous and grievous error. Everything that he had known about his mum and his aunt were irrevocably altered for ever. The fortunate thing for that was that it was a very good thing. Mum and Bellatrix wouldn't say anything about their husbands just yet, however did state that later this evening, things would become much clearer.

People came and went at number twelve, and a lot of them were people that Draco had never thought would see in the same room. Severus Snape was seen talking adamantly with both Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin. What threw Draco for loops was what he found on his godfather's face and the sounds coming from him. He was laughing, and it wasn't a dark or evil laugh. No, it was a whole-hearted belly shaking laugh which served to unnerve him. He couldn't hear what they were discussing, however.

Mad-eye Moody was a very intimidating individual. He was nothing like Barty Crouch Junior, who was snarky and mischievous. No, Mad-eye was straight to the point of being slightly less than psychopathic in his approach. Moody had grabbed him roughly by the nape of his neck and taken him to the attic, which appeared to be a training area of sorts.

It was obvious that it had been magically enlarged. There was padding on the floor and on the walls and the cover material appeared to be made of dragon hide. There were free weights as well as Nautilus equipment off to one side, and a small track of at least fifty meters.

"Mr. Malfoy, we're here to test you and see what mettle you have. I want you to start firing spells at me. Anything goes but the unforgivables. We'll look at them later. BEGIN!"

Longbottom Manor - Guest Suite

Harry Potter woke up in a very familiar position. Nymmy was snuggled up to him on the left, Hermione was snuggled up on his right, and Luna Lovegood-Potter was very comfortably snuggled up down below where his belt should be, stroking his now stirring shaft. Harry looked down at her seeing that she was clearly awake. She licked her lips as she was about to take him in her mouth. Harry did the unthinkable, closing his eyes in concentration.

Luna watched in horror as she was about to do one of her favorite things for her Harry, which he seemed to enjoy the last time, when his lovely cock began to shrink. When he was finished it was no longer than the tip of her pinky, yet still very erect. She frowned, looked up at her husband and saw the smile on his face. Luna pouted for just a moment, before the dreamy look returned and she took his small state between her lips and gently licked the tiny bulbous tip.

She looked up at him, watching his eyes flicker open, and look directly into her soul. He couldn't deny her, and release the transformation, which shocked Luna for a moment, having his full length buried down her welcoming throat. She hummed softly while moving only her tongue gently right and left tantalizing the underside of Harry engorged member until he came deep and powerfully down her throat.

Luna, for her part in the pleasure, only released Harry when he had finally softened. She then tucked him back away, looked up at her husband and smiled serenely at him. He beckoned her to come closer and she rose before laying lightly atop his prone form.

"Happy Birthday sweetie." She said, kissing him quickly on the lips.

"Thank you, Luna, "Harry said breathlessly, and blushing deeply. "That is certainly the most wonderful way to wake."

"Then I shall make sure that you wake that way more often." She said as if it were a matter settled.

"Mmm." Hermione stirred in her sleep before peaking out of her left eye seeing the other two in snuggle mode, she pulled her head up from Harry's shoulder, turned his head in her direction before giving him a soul searing kiss which curled both of their toes.

"Oi! Potter, just because you married three beautiful highly intelligent women doesn't mean you shirk your responsibility to me!" Nymmy complained, causing Harry's head to swivel like a owl into her direction, and Nymmy for her part, did her best to mimic what Hermione had done, before she released the kiss.

"Bloody hell, that was brilliant." Nymmy sighed before laying her head back down on Harry's shoulder and snuggling in.

"What time is it?" Harry asked lazily.

Hermione lifted her wrist checking her watch, "Quarter til Eight."

"Bloody hell! We're late! We need to be need to be at Gringotts at Nine." Harry said urgently.

This, of course, caused a train wreck of nakedness. Bodies were flailing about trying desperately to free themselves of this prison which was called a bed. Unfortunate for Harry, he was beneath Luna, and when all of them tried to do the same thing at once, the flopped around until four 'Oofs,' were heard as the same owners of the four's bums came in immediate contact with the cold hard wood floor.

Thankfully, the Bathroom shower was immense, and the proceeded to wash and scrub each other, in a non-sexual way as time was an utmost concern. Washcloths were used with utmost speed, precision and, of course, accuracy. Heads were scrubbed in a merry daisy-chained doughnut, and then properly rinsed and conditioned. All in all it took less than ten minutes.

Unfortunately, upon arriving downstairs, Harry, Hermione, Luna and Nymmy were faced with a mad house of activity. Harry watched as the Longbottoms made mad dashes back and forth and it occurred to Harry that they were just as late as their hosts, so the sense of urgency was needed immediately. Grabbing some toast and jam, some fresh fruit and yogurt that had been laid out by one of the Longbottom house elves; they all ate quickly and in relative silence. Moments later, Frank, Alice, Neville, Harry, Nymmy, Luna and Hermione disappeared in a flash of green flames.


Gringotts - Office of Wills and Trusts

Director Ragnok sat calmly in his office contemplating a great many things that the immediate future would reveal. First and foremost was the Goblin/Potter alliance, which was tenuous at best given the test that he had required of the Soon to be Lord Potter-Black, Heir of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. He knew that the boy learning the secrets of his familial titles would be the last test of the alliance, however was fairly certain that he would pass. He was remarkably intelligent, and treated Goblins, House Elves and Centaurs all with a modest respect as if he were dealing with humans.

Dealing with Potters throughout the ages had always be a bit different, Ragnok mused. He had been on this earth for over five hundred years and had seen Countless Potters come and go through the door of Gringotts. They were brave and strong all. Some were arrogant, as the current Potter's father had been growing up, and some had remained so until their dying day, as Harold Godric Potter, the Current Lord's great-great grandfather, and name-sake, had been absolutely insufferable. Harry James Potter was a powerful adversary, and would be a powerful ally in this war.

There was a knock on the door followed by a smaller goblin that Ragnok immediately recognized as his nephew, Griphook. He still appeared to be a bit charbroiled from his encounter with the young Lord. He spoke quickly in native goblin tongue and advised that all were present and ready for the reading.

"Send them in Griphook." He said, with a devilish smile showing each and ever pointed tooth. Looking down at his desk, he ran his hand over the cover of the book that Lily Potter had left for her son, knowing very well of its contents.

Harry James Potter was the first to enter closely followed by Nymphadora Lily Potter, Luna Selene Potter and Hermione Jane Granger-Potter. Followed close by Andromeda and Ted Tonks, then succeeded by Frank, Alice and Neville Longbottom. The quickly took their seats, and once the doors were closed, with a feral grin Director Ragnok spoke.

"Thank you, all of you, for coming at this early hour to hear the Last Will and Testament of Lily and James Potter." He said and with a loud clap of his hands, three pensieves appeared on the long granite table the assembled crowd sat around. The director walked calmly over to the table to a small set of stairs, ascended them regally and the placed his hand on the first pensieve.

Harry sat there quietly, feeling Nymmy's hand in his right hand while Hermione's hand was in he left. Luna, who sat the left of Hermione, reached around her from behind and gently rubbed her husband back while looking at the projected three dimensional image of Lily Potter.

"Harry, it me, Mum. I'm afraid that if you're viewing this for its intended purpose then I'm not with you anymore. It truly saddens me if that is the case. Harry, I don't know how much time that I've had in your life. I do hope that it's long enough to see you get your Hogwarts letter and see you off to school, but we live now in troubled times. We've only just gone into hiding and right at the moment I had spent an hour and a half trying to get you sorted to sleep. Usually, you drift right off, but being in this house in Godric's Hollow rather than Gryffindor Manor, you've been a bit unsettled. That darling Nymphadora, I love her so, but I have the most horrible ordeals trying to pry you loose. She should be here as well. Harry, as I said before I don't know how much time we had together as I was dreadful with Divination, as was your father, however if it was brief please know that I love you very much, and that you're the most important part of my life. Not because of some stupid alcoholic's prophecy but because you're mine." She smiled genuinely for a moment, her eyes shining the brightest emerald green that he could see right into her soul. He could see what kind of person she was and in that very instant he knew that he was more like his mum than his dad, even though he suspected to see him in one of the other two pensieves. "Harry, Voldemort, or Tom Riddle, is a threat, however I believe that this prophecy to be so vague that it isn't really helpful. I've expressed my concerns with Albus, and received no real assistance outside of helping us with the Fidelus charm that we have placed on our home..." Harry raised his hand forward and a flash of light from his palm caused the image to pause.

He released the ladies hands and took a deep breath. The rage within him was being held back with all the will power within him. 'He knew, and did nothing.' He thought. Tears were free flowing at this point at the utter betrayal that he felt for his parents. Harry took some slow deep and calming breaths, centering himself until a calm washed over him. He knew there was nothing that could be done to change the past, nothing could change what the headmaster had done, and no revenge could be exacted against the dead. He reached up again and allowed the message to continue.

"Harry we're well aware of a great many things and this message will show you that we did take other precautions. The order of the phoenix was created to battle the forces of darkness like Tom Riddle, however we found that they were not exactly what they seemed. Your father, along with Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, your godfather were known during the school days as Marauders. They came together and formulated a plan. That plan was to infiltrate the Death Eaters by any means necessary and after many rows and arguments it was decided that Peter would make that leap into the darkness. He also conveniently became our secret keeper. Harry, most importantly, Peter did not betray us. He helped us with our plan to get rid of Voldemort." At this she paused.

Harry was feeling absolutely and completely conflicted. How could Peter Pettigrew allow his so called friends to be killed and be thought of helping them? 'Helping them shuffle off this mortal coil,' He thought sarcastically.

"Harry, light and love of my heart, do not fret too much over this. The Order was corrupt, and completely self serving. They did nothing except gather data and in the end were no better than rag tag vigilantes. When we finally came to this conclusion, the Marauders came together with a few friends and decided that we would take a more active approach. If there was nothing to be done to save your father and me, we would ensure that you would be helped later in life. It is our wish, that should you have been separated from us due to our passing that you were to go to Sirius Black, as your godfather. Should he not survive hence from this recording then you were to go to the Longbottoms or the Tonks family. Under absolutely no circumstances should you ever go to my sister. Finally Harry, I leave you with my family vault. That's right Harry I do have a family vault. My maiden name wasn't Evans, as I was adopted. I was the sole survivor in an attack on my family. Our family surname was actually Nevars and I was the last descendants of Rowena Ravenclaw. That now passed to you, my son. I am so sorry that I couldn't be there with you right now. Hold me in your heart, Harry, as I for you." She said this and tears were streaming down the image of her. She looked back up and switched to another person in the room. "Andy and Ted, I leave you the sum on one million galleons and a hope that you do something fun with it, and if I know you Andy, that does not include pranking my son. Frank and Alice, I also leave you the sum of one million galleons. Please protect my son, and help ensure that he has the tools that he needs to face any adversity. Neville Longbottom, I hope that I get to know you growing up as well. You were a darling boy, and I often let Harry play with you, and in fact were at your parent's home just yesterday. I hope that you will be fast and long lasting friends. I leave you with the sum of five hundred thousand galleons and the hope that your thumb is as green as your mum. Nymphadora Tonks! Quit dragging my son all over creation long enough to really look at him. I know you love him, even now, and if he later feels the same you have my hope and blessings. I leave you the sum of five hundred thousand galleons. Harry, the remainder of my funds are yours, as well as the Ravenclaw library, the home and a very special gift that I believe that Director Ragnok is handing you right now. All my love, my dear sweet boy. All of it." She faded into the bright swirling silvery pool.

Director Ragnok walked quietly over to the boy and handed him a very ornate carved wooden box. Turning quickly and placing it on the table, he opened the box carefully to find a journal, a much smaller identical box and a curious volume of medical spells. Opening the smaller box caused every one in the room to gasp.

"What? It's just a ring." Harry said, looking at the ring carefully.

"Honestly Harry, that isn't just a ring. It's the Ravenclaw Signet ring. You place it on your finger and it signifies you as the rightful heir. Go on then." She beamed bright at him. He placed the ring on his finger, and looked up as Ragnok touched the next pensieve.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER YOU ARE BY FAR THE BEST LOOKING BLOKE THAT I HAVE EVER HAD THE FORTUNE TO LAY MY EYES ON, AND I'M NOT SAYING THAT IN A POOFY WAY, EITHER!" James Potter's image was floating for all of the world to see, the spitting image of Harry, only the eyes everyone claimed were brown were actually hazel with flecks of green, yellow and gold. Harry was soaking his father's image up. Harry, I too have a package for you, however you're going to need a couple of fingers free for me, I'm afraid," He paused for a long moment, giving the director a chance to bring another ornate box and placed in front of Harry. "Thank you director Ragnok," James said with a smile a slight bow. "Go on then Harry, open it up. There's a good lad. I hope you're a flyer and love being up in the air as much as I do. I can tell you this, your mum, love the gal to pieces but she reams me a good one each and every time I take you up, but you giggle and giggle. I can't help myself. Now, let get back to the important business. You may wonder why Remus, Sirius and Peter couldn't make it, and that's because they're here with me now, so there wasn't much of a point. In front of you, go ahead and take them out. You will find two Signet Rings. One of the rings is, of course, the official Potter Family Signet and the other being the Gryffindor Signet ring. That's right Harry, not only are you the Heir of Ravenclaw but the Heir to Gryffindor as well. Now listen carefully Harry because this is where things get a bit tricky. Placing these rings on your hand puts you in charge of a great many things, one being the control of Hogwarts, another being able to overrule the Minister of Magic himself on any decree, and a Founder's seat on the Wizengamut. There hasn't been a Founder seat taken in quite some time, so I expect you to use it. Additionally, in our family fault there is, of course, the usual large supply of galleons to dispense. Make sure that Remus is well taken care of, prank Sirius for me, and be sure to give Peter a wet Willy I think is what Lily called it. Muggle thing, but then again mum's muggle raised so go figure. I love you Harry. You're my heart and soul and the reason I became a better man. You mum is the reason I taxed myself to do so. Be safe and well."

Harry sat there in contemplation for a few moments trying to process this information. There was a lot to take in. The fact that he hadn't heard his mum and dad's real voice's since the incident after the third task and it was so brief. It really was just that an echo. He sighed for a moment, feeling Luna's gentle hand caressing his back. Harry was most appreciative of her. Her empathic ability was so dead on at times that she had to remain aloof most of the time to keep her sanity. Now, she was fiercely determined to help him maintain his own.

He looked at Hermione now and she had tears in her eyes, but wasn't openly sobbing. She had seen her mum and dad-in-law and they really reminded her that he was a fair mess of the two, both good and bad. She squeezed his had gently looked at him and smiled briefly, which he returned.

Director Ragnok was nervous, and that was putting it mildly. He knew that Sirius Black's pensieve would set things off, if it were to happen. Unfortunately, this late in the events there wasn't any turning back. He stood, climbed his stairs and activated the final pensieve memory.

"Harry, lad, bet you didn't expect to see this old mutt today, did ya? Well listen up because you my son are the next generation of the Marauders and as such you will become the new founding cornerstone for not only your family lines you've learned of today, but you will resurrect the Marauders and make it something to be respected again. I'm sorry to tell you this Harry, but you've been deceived by more people than you know. That being said, it's not all bad. I'm sure that you've heard about Peter today and yes, it is true. Harry, Peter Pettigrew went to work in the Department of Mysteries with your mum after we graduated from Hogwarts and you will never guess what they found. The Veil of Death wasn't that at all. It was created during the last goblin rebellion as a means to store prisoner because Azkaban had simply become overran. There were too many prisoners, too many people running amuck, and too fee judges to pass judgment. Prisoner were stunned and then passed through the veil. Harry, what I'm trying to tell you is that if Bella's plan worked, you have some dead folk that are waiting for you to go into the brain room and figure out how to get me out. Lily, Merlin love her was an excellent researcher and you should have received a medical book dating during that same time. Hand it to Hermione and get her clear mind to the task. Nymphadora should dust her Ravenclaw egg off," He paused and rapped three times on his head, "and lend a hand. Harry, watch out for that girl, Nymphadora. She was dead set on being your princess when she was younger and she still talks about you constantly. Rest assured she's not a demented fan girl, but a good solid loving person. Talk care of her and don't you dare break her heart. Just know that your Snuffles still loves you and always will." He said and finally disappeared.

A final small ornate box was gently placed in front of Harry. He didn't know what to think. Quickly he handed the book to Hermione and without a word she cracked it open immediately.

"Lord-Baron?"

"Please Ragnok, just because I have a title shouldn't dissuade you from familiarity. I'm still Harry."

"As you wish. Thoughts on this, then, Harry?"

"Merlin have mercy on Voldemort's soul, because I most certainly will not." Harry said with a look of resolve that wouldn't be swayed whatsoever.