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Chapter 70 - The 2nd House Of Harry Potter - 12 Grimmauld Place
Dimension: 563 - Earth
Date: 14th September 2001 AD
Country: Britain - England
Location: London - 12 Grimmauld Place
Time: Afternoon.
Harry climbed to his feet in the Dining Room of Grimmauld Place.
Walking over to the table, he slowly moved to the chair that Sirius always sat in during meals; he slowly laid his hand on the back, only to withdraw it quickly when the fire flared to allow the others through.
"Was there anything in particular that you wanted to do here 'Arry?" Fleur asked as the rest of the party arrived, she could obviously see the pain that Harry was feeling at being in this house.
"Yes." Harry replied, turning to Adam "I was wondering, could you get rid of the portrait of the late Mrs. Black in the hallway, as well as all the House Elf heads as we have had no luck in removing them."
"Of course." he said following Harry into the hall, the rest following behind, the new arrivals looking at the dreary surroundings and those returning looking forward to getting rid of Mrs Black for good.
Adam approached the portrait curtains, brandishing his staff.
"What can you possibly do that we haven't already tried?" Asked Ron.
Ignoring him, Adam turned briefly to Remus and Tonks.
"Has she any other portraits?"
"No."
"Thank goodness." Ron contributed under his breath earning smiles from most of the assembled group.
Adam flung back the curtains.
"YOU FILTHY MUDBLOODS, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE...." shouted the obnoxious woman, starting her usual string of insults causing some of the group to cover their ears.
Adam then said the thing that was probably the complete opposite to anything the assembled company could have expected.
"You have beautiful eyes."
"IF MY HUSBAND WERE....were....pardon?"
Everyone goggled at him including Mrs. Black.
He turning back to the group and smiled.
"Well that silenced her alright."
Turning back to the portrait he shot a blast of flame from the end of his staff, there were three short flashes of light as protective spells over the painting were broken as the flame penetrated them. The fire passed straight into the portrait, surrounding Mrs. Black on all sides of the non-existent painted room.
Mrs. Black tried to run out of the painting but recoiled in pain "ARRGH, YOU VANDAL, HOW DARE YOU TOUCH MY PORTRAIT."
"I dare to do anything I wish." Adam replied in a perfectly calm voice, levelling his staff once again at the portrait.
Flames shot out and scorched the rest of the painting; Mrs. Black could be heard wailing as the canvas crumbled into ash and fell to the floor, leaving an empty frame.
A few seconds later the frame dropped off the wall and smashed on the ground.
"Why didn't we think of that?" asked Tonks.
"We did," replied Remus "Severus after getting into a shouting match with her tried to set it on fire, blasting hexes at point blank range and even stooped himself to try using a Muggle lighter but none of them worked."
"Please, don't insult my magical strength by comparing mine and Severus's power levels." added Adam, before turning back to the wall.
Throwing his hand out to his left and his staff out to the right, he aimed at the row of Elf heads which instantly ignited, burning them to a cinder before the ash floated to the floor, gathering in the same neat pile as had been created below the portrait.
Adam wearing a satisfied smile, he clicked his fingers making the ash disappeared with a puff.
He then waved his arm at the empty stakes that held the Elf heads and they turned into wall mounted candle holders.
"There, much better. Anything else?" he asked turning to Harry.
Harry nodded and led then up stairs to the room containing the Black family tree, Harry walked up to the portrait, the proud House Crest of two dogs, supporting a shield containing an arrow shaped band, a sword and two stars. The title of the canvas standing below it followed by a quote
There are many stories between the lines
How true thought Harry.
He turned to Adam.
"Could you sort of....wipe the slate clean, so to speak?"
Adam nodded and waved his hand at the tapestry, a few seconds later all the scorch marks were removed, leaving the names intact and almost all the other names greyed out, making them harder, but not impossible, to read. Extra branches expanded from some of the newly revealed names, the tapestry actually had to get wider to incorporate all the additional links as Tonks family, the Weasley's, several other families that Harry knew (including his own) where added to the tree.
Turning back to them Adam explained what he had done.
"I have removed no one from the tapestry, as this much history should not just be thrown away."
"Thank you." Nodded Harry, idly wondering why Adam had left Malfoy and his mother un-greyed, though his mind was drawn back to the conversation he had with Sirius while his godfather explained the tapestry.
Ginny then realised something and turned quickly to Remus "What happened to Buckbeak?"
Some of the others gasped realising that they didn't know what had happened to the Hippogriph.
Buffy finally knowing what people were talking about spoke up "Hagrid is taking care of him, he's hidden just inside the forest."
There was a collective sigh of relief from Ron, Hermione and Ginny.
The others turned around and began heading out of the room.
Harry trailed behind them deep in thought before stopping at the top of the stairs.
"Give me a minute, I think I left one of my robes here last time we stayed."
Turning he disappeared out of sight at the top of the stairs.
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Fleur watched as Harry disappeared from view, she knew that Colette and Tonks at least realised that he was lying, but it was her job to go after him.
"I'll go and help him find it." She announced before following him up the stairs before anyone could speak, hoping that Colette and Tonks would prevent anyone from following.
As she reached the top of the stairs she heard Tonks say:
"Let's go and get some tea; they'll probably going to have a snogging session."
Reaching the first landing she paused for a moment to examine the link.
Harry's mind was closed to her, though she could feel the emotions flowing through, following the link she went up three flights of stairs and turned to a door that was ajar.
Walking in she saw that the room was larger than most of the other rooms, inside was a large king size bed done out in Gryffindor colours, the walls were a deep red as was the thick carpet and the ceiling, by the look of the walls they had been painted the Muggle way, on them were several posters of Quidditch teams, both national and league as well as a few more of attractive ladies in provocative posses.
The furniture in the room, like those around the rest of the house was dark wood but all the surfaces had been covered with brightly coloured mats, sheet and objects of any and every description including a lot of photos of a couple and a baby, four friends and a boy with a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead.
If Fleur did not already know who had done up this room she would have guessed that the person wanted to remove anything and everything that was dark and dreary from it, making a mockery of everything the house stood for.
Sitting on the floor at the far end of the room, with a mirror held in his hands, was a crying Harry Potter, the tears weren't flooding out of him and he wasn't breaking down.
He was merely sitting there, the tears running down his face in memory of someone whom he loved and missed.
Walking over to her mate, Fleur knelt down beside him and pulled him into an embrace.
He continued to hold the mirror for several seconds before wrapping his arms around her.
Neither said anything for words were not necessary, they just held each other until Harry's eyes decided that he had cried enough.
"Thank you." Harry said quietly "I just didn't want to be seen crying in front of the others."
Fleur didn't respond for several seconds before taking a breath and beginning to speak, her manner made it obvious she was about to say something very private that not many, if any people knew.
"I cried....I cried when my grandmamma died. Father thinks I don't remember it but I do. I didn't cry at the time, I thought she had just gone to sleep, it didn't occur to me that that was the reason she was so still....A few weeks later is hit me that she was actually gone and that I would never see her again."
Fleur felt a tear slowly slide down her face.
"I cried myself to sleep for nights and spent most of the days in my room, I didn't want anyone to see me like that. So I just kept pacing around my room, looking over the pictures I had of her or staring at my new wand which contained one of her hairs....Until I had a dream about her....She told me that it was ok to miss her....That I could cry for her....But not to let life pass her by because of her....and not to be ashamed of tears."
She took another shaky breath before continuing.
"I know it was just a dream....and that it wasn't real....but what she said was true 'Arry."
They said nothing for many more minutes until Harry looked up at her tear stained face and said with so much tenderness and feeling that Fleur wanted to melt.
"I am so glad you mated with me."
Fleur smiled so widely she was in danger of pulling a muscle.
Hugging each other once more, the pair sat up and wiped each other's tears away.
Picking up the mirror, Harry stared at it for a moment.
"Sirius gave me one of these last year, he said I could talk to him through it....but I never used it, if I had none of us would never have gone to the Ministry."
Fleur smiled inwardly when she noted that he didn't say that ‘Sirius would not have died', he was accepting that it was not his fault as last.
Pulling out her wand, Fleur cleaned any remnants of the tears of his face, before doing the same to her face with a quick burst of her Veela powers.
"Come on 'Arry." She smiled "Let's get out of here."
Smiling back, Harry pocketed the mirror and took her hand as they walked out of the room and back down the stairs.
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In the kitchen Remus and the others were waiting impatiently for Harry and Fleur to return. Those who hadn't realised that he was making the stuff about leaving a robe in his room soon tweaked to what was going on, eventually resulting in everyone figuring it out.
He and Hermione had both wanted to go up to him but Tonks and Colette didn't let them leave, Colette said that Fleur had experience with this sort of thing but refused to explain more.
When the pair walked in through the door, everyone looked up, everyone instantly recognised that Harry now looked as though the large weight that looking back they all realised they had seen gathering on him as they walked around the house was now lifted. He looked much brighter and happier than before.
"I was mistaken," smiled Harry "I must have left my robe elsewhere."
With that he walked over to the fire and took a deep breath as he prepared to visit his ancestral home.
Picking up Floo Powder he threw it into the fireplace, stated his destination and stepped through.
Dimension: 563 - Earth
Date: 14th September 2001 AD
Country: Britain - England
Location: London - 12 Grimmauld Place
Time: Afternoon.
Harry climbed to his feet in the Dining Room of Grimmauld Place.
Walking over to the table, he slowly moved to the chair that Sirius always sat in during meals; he slowly laid his hand on the back, only to withdraw it quickly when the fire flared to allow the others through.
"Was there anything in particular that you wanted to do here 'Arry?" Fleur asked as the rest of the party arrived, she could obviously see the pain that Harry was feeling at being in this house.
"Yes." Harry replied, turning to Adam "I was wondering, could you get rid of the portrait of the late Mrs. Black in the hallway, as well as all the House Elf heads as we have had no luck in removing them."
"Of course." he said following Harry into the hall, the rest following behind, the new arrivals looking at the dreary surroundings and those returning looking forward to getting rid of Mrs Black for good.
Adam approached the portrait curtains, brandishing his staff.
"What can you possibly do that we haven't already tried?" Asked Ron.
Ignoring him, Adam turned briefly to Remus and Tonks.
"Has she any other portraits?"
"No."
"Thank goodness." Ron contributed under his breath earning smiles from most of the assembled group.
Adam flung back the curtains.
"YOU FILTHY MUDBLOODS, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE...." shouted the obnoxious woman, starting her usual string of insults causing some of the group to cover their ears.
Adam then said the thing that was probably the complete opposite to anything the assembled company could have expected.
"You have beautiful eyes."
"IF MY HUSBAND WERE....were....pardon?"
Everyone goggled at him including Mrs. Black.
He turning back to the group and smiled.
"Well that silenced her alright."
Turning back to the portrait he shot a blast of flame from the end of his staff, there were three short flashes of light as protective spells over the painting were broken as the flame penetrated them. The fire passed straight into the portrait, surrounding Mrs. Black on all sides of the non-existent painted room.
Mrs. Black tried to run out of the painting but recoiled in pain "ARRGH, YOU VANDAL, HOW DARE YOU TOUCH MY PORTRAIT."
"I dare to do anything I wish." Adam replied in a perfectly calm voice, levelling his staff once again at the portrait.
Flames shot out and scorched the rest of the painting; Mrs. Black could be heard wailing as the canvas crumbled into ash and fell to the floor, leaving an empty frame.
A few seconds later the frame dropped off the wall and smashed on the ground.
"Why didn't we think of that?" asked Tonks.
"We did," replied Remus "Severus after getting into a shouting match with her tried to set it on fire, blasting hexes at point blank range and even stooped himself to try using a Muggle lighter but none of them worked."
"Please, don't insult my magical strength by comparing mine and Severus's power levels." added Adam, before turning back to the wall.
Throwing his hand out to his left and his staff out to the right, he aimed at the row of Elf heads which instantly ignited, burning them to a cinder before the ash floated to the floor, gathering in the same neat pile as had been created below the portrait.
Adam wearing a satisfied smile, he clicked his fingers making the ash disappeared with a puff.
He then waved his arm at the empty stakes that held the Elf heads and they turned into wall mounted candle holders.
"There, much better. Anything else?" he asked turning to Harry.
Harry nodded and led then up stairs to the room containing the Black family tree, Harry walked up to the portrait, the proud House Crest of two dogs, supporting a shield containing an arrow shaped band, a sword and two stars. The title of the canvas standing below it followed by a quote
There are many stories between the lines
How true thought Harry.
He turned to Adam.
"Could you sort of....wipe the slate clean, so to speak?"
Adam nodded and waved his hand at the tapestry, a few seconds later all the scorch marks were removed, leaving the names intact and almost all the other names greyed out, making them harder, but not impossible, to read. Extra branches expanded from some of the newly revealed names, the tapestry actually had to get wider to incorporate all the additional links as Tonks family, the Weasley's, several other families that Harry knew (including his own) where added to the tree.
Turning back to them Adam explained what he had done.
"I have removed no one from the tapestry, as this much history should not just be thrown away."
"Thank you." Nodded Harry, idly wondering why Adam had left Malfoy and his mother un-greyed, though his mind was drawn back to the conversation he had with Sirius while his godfather explained the tapestry.
Ginny then realised something and turned quickly to Remus "What happened to Buckbeak?"
Some of the others gasped realising that they didn't know what had happened to the Hippogriph.
Buffy finally knowing what people were talking about spoke up "Hagrid is taking care of him, he's hidden just inside the forest."
There was a collective sigh of relief from Ron, Hermione and Ginny.
The others turned around and began heading out of the room.
Harry trailed behind them deep in thought before stopping at the top of the stairs.
"Give me a minute, I think I left one of my robes here last time we stayed."
Turning he disappeared out of sight at the top of the stairs.
________________________________________________________________________
Fleur watched as Harry disappeared from view, she knew that Colette and Tonks at least realised that he was lying, but it was her job to go after him.
"I'll go and help him find it." She announced before following him up the stairs before anyone could speak, hoping that Colette and Tonks would prevent anyone from following.
As she reached the top of the stairs she heard Tonks say:
"Let's go and get some tea; they'll probably going to have a snogging session."
Reaching the first landing she paused for a moment to examine the link.
Harry's mind was closed to her, though she could feel the emotions flowing through, following the link she went up three flights of stairs and turned to a door that was ajar.
Walking in she saw that the room was larger than most of the other rooms, inside was a large king size bed done out in Gryffindor colours, the walls were a deep red as was the thick carpet and the ceiling, by the look of the walls they had been painted the Muggle way, on them were several posters of Quidditch teams, both national and league as well as a few more of attractive ladies in provocative posses.
The furniture in the room, like those around the rest of the house was dark wood but all the surfaces had been covered with brightly coloured mats, sheet and objects of any and every description including a lot of photos of a couple and a baby, four friends and a boy with a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead.
If Fleur did not already know who had done up this room she would have guessed that the person wanted to remove anything and everything that was dark and dreary from it, making a mockery of everything the house stood for.
Sitting on the floor at the far end of the room, with a mirror held in his hands, was a crying Harry Potter, the tears weren't flooding out of him and he wasn't breaking down.
He was merely sitting there, the tears running down his face in memory of someone whom he loved and missed.
Walking over to her mate, Fleur knelt down beside him and pulled him into an embrace.
He continued to hold the mirror for several seconds before wrapping his arms around her.
Neither said anything for words were not necessary, they just held each other until Harry's eyes decided that he had cried enough.
"Thank you." Harry said quietly "I just didn't want to be seen crying in front of the others."
Fleur didn't respond for several seconds before taking a breath and beginning to speak, her manner made it obvious she was about to say something very private that not many, if any people knew.
"I cried....I cried when my grandmamma died. Father thinks I don't remember it but I do. I didn't cry at the time, I thought she had just gone to sleep, it didn't occur to me that that was the reason she was so still....A few weeks later is hit me that she was actually gone and that I would never see her again."
Fleur felt a tear slowly slide down her face.
"I cried myself to sleep for nights and spent most of the days in my room, I didn't want anyone to see me like that. So I just kept pacing around my room, looking over the pictures I had of her or staring at my new wand which contained one of her hairs....Until I had a dream about her....She told me that it was ok to miss her....That I could cry for her....But not to let life pass her by because of her....and not to be ashamed of tears."
She took another shaky breath before continuing.
"I know it was just a dream....and that it wasn't real....but what she said was true 'Arry."
They said nothing for many more minutes until Harry looked up at her tear stained face and said with so much tenderness and feeling that Fleur wanted to melt.
"I am so glad you mated with me."
Fleur smiled so widely she was in danger of pulling a muscle.
Hugging each other once more, the pair sat up and wiped each other's tears away.
Picking up the mirror, Harry stared at it for a moment.
"Sirius gave me one of these last year, he said I could talk to him through it....but I never used it, if I had none of us would never have gone to the Ministry."
Fleur smiled inwardly when she noted that he didn't say that ‘Sirius would not have died', he was accepting that it was not his fault as last.
Pulling out her wand, Fleur cleaned any remnants of the tears of his face, before doing the same to her face with a quick burst of her Veela powers.
"Come on 'Arry." She smiled "Let's get out of here."
Smiling back, Harry pocketed the mirror and took her hand as they walked out of the room and back down the stairs.
________________________________________________________________________
In the kitchen Remus and the others were waiting impatiently for Harry and Fleur to return. Those who hadn't realised that he was making the stuff about leaving a robe in his room soon tweaked to what was going on, eventually resulting in everyone figuring it out.
He and Hermione had both wanted to go up to him but Tonks and Colette didn't let them leave, Colette said that Fleur had experience with this sort of thing but refused to explain more.
When the pair walked in through the door, everyone looked up, everyone instantly recognised that Harry now looked as though the large weight that looking back they all realised they had seen gathering on him as they walked around the house was now lifted. He looked much brighter and happier than before.
"I was mistaken," smiled Harry "I must have left my robe elsewhere."
With that he walked over to the fire and took a deep breath as he prepared to visit his ancestral home.
Picking up Floo Powder he threw it into the fireplace, stated his destination and stepped through.
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