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- Beware, there might be some OOC'ness here... this is a UI, remember...

6: WARD, OR NOT?
As Harry slowly began to wake, he quickly realized there was something heavy across his upper body. Almost as quickly, he realized it was some-ONE, rather than some-THING. He needed not open his eyes to know who it was, his scent and the sound of his breaths were enough. Yet, how had Frank ended up in HIS bed?

Then he remembered the last nightmare he had. After once again seeing Sirius fall through the veil, Voldemort had been towering over him, taunting him. Yet, suddenly, they were not alone. Frank then stood in between them, all 5 foot 4 inches of him, to Voldemort, towering at nearly 7 feet. He remembered cringing, thinking no good would come of that.

What happened next, as he remembered, completely floored him. This guy he had known less than 24 hours, only smiled, and delivered a sucker punch to the dark lord! It was as if he were only made of dust, for Voldemort seemed to disintegrate, to be blown away by the light breeze, something like what had happened in first year, the first time he had confronted Voldemort. The last thing he remembered, was him and Frank flying on brooms together, along with Gerard, Travis, Ron, and Ginny.

If only it were that easy, he thought to himself, pulling an arm free so he could fetch his glasses. It didn’t take a whole lot of effort to shift, considering he and Frank were about the same size. He smiled to himself, realizing that a certain piece of hardware was much more awake than he was at the moment. It was Cedric all over again, he realized. It was EXACTLY the same.

Another memory came to him, as he slipped on his glasses. A particular night, in which he had gone to the 5th floor Prefects’ bath, to sort out the clue to the second task. Discovering it was already occupied. Then, falling in love.

Harry and Cedric had honestly and truly went off the deep end together so much in love, and it had taken Hermione all of 4 days to recognize it for what it was. She had prodded him to not be shy, to in her words, ‘go for it’, and not be afraid of what others thought. So he had. They had spent Christmas together, New Year’s, and Valentine’s Day. All three events, having been set up in the Room of Requirement. Both Dobby and Winky had been a massive help on all three occasions.

Then, the third task. The port-key to the graveyard, the green beam of magic, and the sight of Cedric’s dead body, his eyes staring up unblinkingly, a look of surprise forever frozen on his face.

It took a great amount of will for him not to break down and cry once again, the horrible memory running over him like a stampeding hippogriff. This single memory pained him almost as much as seeing Sirius falling backward into the veil only a few weeks before. Sirius was as close to family as he could get, but Cedric was his first true love. Both hurt almost equally. He had to remove his glasses with his free hand, and wipe away the tears that started to leak from his eyes. What a sour way to wake up, he thought to himself.

His thoughts drifted back to the man who still lay across his chest. Quite awkward, now that he could see clearly, as a matter of fact. It looked like he just passed out for some reason, for there was no way someone would sleep in that position intentionally. Of course, Harry really didn’t mind, now that he thought about it. After all, it seemed like Frank’s presence had put an abrupt end to his nightmares. Harry managed to get his other arm free, and with a little effort, hauled Frank the rest of the way into his bed. He then gently pushed him over to the side, and sat up, then wiggled himself up a bit, so he was resting against the headboard, propping several pillows behind him. Would today be as chaotic as yesterday, he wondered, still watching Frank as he slept.

Then it dawned on him. My parents’ portrait! He thought, and swung his legs over the side. That was the first thing he would deal with today, as he carefully stood, and went to the foot of the bed, where he had placed the box of things retrieved from his parents’ vault. The portrait was on top, as he had placed it yesterday, and so he pulled it out, along with a small note with instructions, then climbed back into bed. Retrieving his wand from the bedside table, he then reviewed the note. Tapping the portrait with his wand, he said quietly, “Excito Sursum(1).”

Harry watched with anticipation, as the two figures in the portrait seemed to come to life. His mother had fiery red hair just like Travis, and blazing emerald eyes, like his own. She looked every bit like an older Ginny Weasley. She had her arm slung around the waist of his father, who was the spitting image of himself, right down to the glasses and the messy hair. They both blinked, looking up at Harry.
“Mum? Dad?” Harry whispered.
“Harry?” His mother said. Harry had to stifle a sob, as again emotions threatened to overrun him.
“You’re… you’re not 11, are you?” Said his father.
“G… going on 16, dad,” Harry whimpered.
“What?!” Lily was incensed.
“Shhhh,” Harry said softly, turning the portrait a little, and gesturing to Frank, who was still sleeping. “I only got this portrait yesterday.”
“In other words, none of our wishes were followed,” Guessed James.
“None, dad,” Answered Harry, “My life has been nothing but dragon shit. I’ve fought Voldemort 4 times already, because someone thinks I should be kept in the dark about everything!”
“Harry?” Said Frank, opening his eyes, “Oh, sorry, um, I didn’t mean…”
“It’s ok,” Answered Harry, feeling some of his anger subside. For a strange reason, Frank had that effect on him.
“Is that…” Frank began, making himself more comfortable.
“These are my parents, James and Lily. Mum, dad, this is Frank Iero.”
“Um, nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Potter,” Said Frank.
“Am I to assume, you two are an item?” Asked Lily.
“Well, um, see, about that…” Said Frank.
“We just met yesterday, mum, so it’s, um, well…” Harry was at a loss at this point. Frank only gave a sheepish smile, brushing the tuft of hair out of his face again. “You see, I, well, Harry, it sounded like you were having a nightmare… and I, um, kissed your, your scar… and I blacked out.”
“My cursed link to Voldemort.”
“The man that looked like a snake?” Asked Frank.
“That would be him. You saw?” Asked Harry.
“Too well,” Answered Frank.
“You’ve faced Voldemort?” Asked James.
“No,” Answered Frank, “I only caught a vision of him, I guess, and then I blacked out.” He stifled a yawn.
“You’re lucky, then,” Said Harry, “He can get into my head, he’s possessed me twice, he’s killed 2 people I’ve loved, he’s hurt my friends, and oh yeah, he’s tried to KILL me on 4 occasions.”
“Oh Harry, we’re so sorry,” Said Lily, sadly.
“No, it’s not your fault, mum,” Said Harry, “I only blame 2 people: Voldemort, and Dumbledore.”
“Why do you blame Dumbledore, son?” Asked James.
“Because he’s my magical guardian.”
“Was our will followed at all?” Asked Lily.
“It was never read, mum. Merlin, I only got your portrait yesterday, because of an investigation by Gringotts.”
“Who raised you?” Asked James.
“Aunt Petunia,” Answered Harry. Lily actually let out a hiss of anger. “That man! How dare he!”
“Where are you now?” Asked James.
“At a friend’s place in Canada. I left England,” Answered Harry, “Most of my life there was hell. I came here to maybe start over, get the training and tools I need to defeat Voldemort once and for all.”
“You’ve read the will, I gather,” Said Lily, calming herself. Harry nodded. “Remus could have been well looked after, I could have had a family that loved me, I could have…” He broke off, as emotions once again overran him. Frank once again shifted, and did his best to comfort the Boy-Who-Lived, as the tears fell.

It took several minutes before Harry was able to recompose himself. He took a deep breath, and said coldly, “I won’t be no one’s tool. That all changes today.”
“How so, son?” Asked James.
“My lawyer filed Emancipation papers yesterday. The hearing is today at 1,” Answered Harry. Both his parents looked at him from the portrait for what seemed like several minutes, then only nodded. “With the money in our vaults, you should be fine, dear,” Said Lily.
“I’ll be better than that, mum, I have you guys, at least in a portrait. You know how much I dreamed of even having this? Until 2 days ago, I had no control over anything in my life. Just a tool, that’s all I was seen as. And I’m sure that’s STILL the way Dumbledore is thinking. I’m a HUMAN BEING, not some godforsaken TOOL!” Harry exploded.
“Harry?! You all right?!” Came another voice from across the room.
“I’m fine,” Harry said, “Sorry.”
“Who’s that, dear?” Asked Lily.
“Another friend, Travis,” Answered Harry.
“Who are you talking to?” Asked Travis.
“My parents’ portrait,” Answered Harry. Travis poked his head in through the opening in the curtains, then stepped back in surprise. “Sorry, um, didn’t realize…”
“Nothing happened, if…” Harry began, opening the curtains.
“I didn’t plan on, err, well, sleeping in Harry’s bed,” Said Frank, blinking at the bright light that now flooded the previously enclosed canopy.
“Anyway, I was just filling mum and dad in on what my life’s been like,” Said Harry, coldly. He then softened, saying, “Mum, dad, this is Travis Carter. Travis, my parents, Lily and James.”
“Nice to meet you, dear,” Said Lily.
“We didn’t exactly get along when we first met, but, err, his mum’s been really nice, and we…”
“We started over,” Said Travis, smiling, “Mum’s probably got breakfast going, we better get up.”
“About that,” Said Frank, stifling another yawn, “We were up until 4 am, so, I’ll take a rain check, I think.”
“Are you coming with us to the hearing?” Asked Travis.
“I don’t know if, um, I don’t think it’s my place,” Answered Frank.
“Probably right, most likely only Harry and his lawyer will be allowed in anyway, ,” Said James.
“Mum, dad, I’m taking your portrait.”
“I rather expected that, dear,” Said Lily, “I think we will have a few words for Albus as it stands.”

Stepping into the house, Travis and Harry found that indeed, Lisa had already started breakfast. Travis stepped into the kitchen, and gave his mum a kiss on the cheek.
“’morning, dear.”
“The other guys won’t be up for breakfast, they were up late,” Said Travis.
“Oh,” Said Lisa, putting away some of the things she had pulled out of the refrigerator, “That makes it easy, then. I assume Mr. Iero isn’t joining you either, then? You guys seem to be joined at the hip.”
“No, Mrs. Carter,” Said Harry.
“I’ve told you before, Harry, call me mum or Lisa.”
“Well, my real mum might have an issue with that,” Said Harry, grinning, as he placed his parents’ portrait on the table.
“You’ve ah, woke them up?”
“This morning,” Answered Harry, “Lisa, this is my mum and dad, Lily and James.”
“Nice to meet you,” Said Lisa.
“And to you, Mrs. Carter, thanks for looking out for our son,” Said James.
“Well, he’s only been here a day, but I certainly don’t mind,” Said Lisa, “My son has needed a magical friend around for a change, no matter what that beast of a husband of mine thinks.”
“You’re a muggle?” Asked Lily.
“Yes, both me and my husband.”
“Like my friend Hermione,” Said Harry, “She’s a muggle-born, too.”
“’morning Harry,” Said Bill, stepping into the dining room. He stopped short, seeing Lily and James’ portrait. “Mr. and Mrs. Potter?”
“And who might you be… let’s see… red hair, ah, a Weasley. Arthur and Molly’s oldest boy, are you not?” Asked James.
“Right in one, Mr. Potter,” Said Bill, “It’s William, but call me Bill.”
“Molly and Arthur always wanted a large family,” Said Lily, “How are they now?”
“I’m the oldest of 7,” Said Bill, “2 of them still attending Hogwarts.”
“Yeah, Ron’s my best friend,” Said Harry, finally taking a seat at the table. Bill also did so, along with Travis.
“Where are the others?” Asked Bill.
“Up too late last night,” Answered Harry, “They’re still asleep.”
“Including one who decided to share your bed,” Said Travis, with a smirk. Bill arched an eyebrow. “My, my, Harry, you really are making some changes, then.”
“Well… um… err…” Harry sputtered, “It’s… it’s no different than Cedric, I mean…”
“We’re only yanking your chain, Harry,” Said Travis, with a grin, “But you gotta know, he loves you, hell, I can spot that a mile away.”
“Who’s Cedric, dear?” Asked Lily.
“I… I don’t want to talk about that,” Answered Harry, quietly.
“It’s a really sore spot, Mrs. Potter,” Said Bill, “Some very tragic events.” Harry nodded sadly at this, and said, “Voldemort.”
“Oh,” Said Lily, understanding immediately.
“I… I’m starting to have feelings for… for Frankie too… but… I’m afraid! I don’t want to… to end up and have things, just be taken away from me again!” He blurted, “Voldemort can get into my head for Merlin’s sake! He probably already knows! Just one more thing he can use to get to me! I just can’t!” He was fighting to keep control of his emotions.
“Harry, mate, you can’t let that rule your life,” Said Bill, “It will only destroy you in the end. You have a load of people who care a great deal for you. You have to let them in, not keep everyone at arms’ length.”
“And see each of you killed, just for knowing me?”
“Harry, that’s not your choice nor your responsibility. And it’s most DEFINITELY not your fault, if something happened to us, just for knowing you,” Said Travis, “God, man, open your eyes!”

Harry could only nod, as Lisa placed a plate of pancakes at the centre of the table. The plates came next, while Travis got up and pulled out the condiments from the refrigerator. Harry knew Bill was right, yet, his own heart and conscience said otherwise.
“You mentioned you have a lawyer,” Said James, “A good one, I hope.”
“Mr. Sawyer’s gotten me out of more trouble than I can count, Mr. Potter,” Said Travis, as he smothered a pile of pancakes with maple syrup, “He’s already gotten Harry’s accounts audited, so most likely, he’ll get Harry his independence as well.”
“Audited? What for?” Asked Lily.
“It was the best way to get Harry some answers, and possibly get his vaults unfrozen. Dumbledore had everything frozen yesterday morning,” Said Bill.
“Beneficiary has left the care of his guardians without permission, so the note said,” Said Harry, “I actually lost my temper in Gringotts reading that.” James scowled at that. “Did everything get straightened out?”
“Mostly,” Answered Harry, “Because of that, I have both of you again, that means a lot.”
“I’m sure it does, dear,” Said Lily, “I’m sorry we weren’t there for you sooner.”
“Don’t be, we know who’s at fault for that one,” Answered Harry, darkly.
“When is the hearing?” Asked James.
“This afternoon, at 1 pm,” Answered Lisa, as she finally took a seat at the table.
“I guess the next question is, about the wards,” Said Bill, “I’ll get onto that once we finish breakfast, although I will need to floo to Gringotts and bring back a few goblins to help out.”
“Whatever you need to do, Bill, by all means,” Said Lisa.
“What kind of wards?” Asked James.
“Anti-apparation, for one,” Said Harry, “I don’t know what kind of presence the Death Eaters have here in Canada, but better safe than sorry.”
“Bill… would it be possible… for you to put up an anti-magic detection ward?”
“You know that goes against the law, Travis,” Said Bill, “Even here in Canada, the statute is in place for a reason.”
“Yes, to punish half-bloods and muggle-born underage wizards,” Said Travis, “It’s still one law they haven’t relaxed.”
“It’s much less severe here than it is in England. At least here, you just have to pay a fine. I got hauled in front of the Wizengamot last summer for PROTECTING MYSELF!” Harry huffed.
“Still, it’s a fine… and…”
“Mr. Weasley, please do it for my son,” Said Lily, “I would rather he be able to learn all he can, than to face Voldemort and end up dead because he was unprepared.” Bill could only nod at this, for he knew she was right. “Ok, then. I’ll also add an anti-port key ward. And if worse comes to worse, we can talk about setting up a Fidelius Charm.”
“A fid… ias… charm?” Asked Lisa.
“Fih-DAY-lee-us.(2) It’s a charm cast over the property to hide it to everyone except who the secret keeper decides to tell,” Explained Bill.
“Thing is, if I get my independence, I won’t need to worry about the underage magic laws anyway, right?” Asked Harry.
“No, you won’t. But don’t count your dragon eggs before they hatch, you have a powerful wizard who will most definitely appose your application,” Warned Bill. Both Lily and James nodded in agreement.
“I know, but I can hope, right?”
“That you can, son.”
“That won’t help me any,” Said Travis.
“Why don’t you apply for wand rights?” Asked Bill, “You’re 16 now, are you not?”
“Better yet,” Said Lisa, “If you apply for emancipation, I would most certainly support it, now that your father’s not in the picture.” Travis smiled broadly. “Yeah, I would like that. I mean, you wouldn’t just, well, want me to move out on my own right away or anything.”
“Of course not, dear! Whatever gave you that idea?” Lisa was mortified her son was thinking that.
“Just, well, if I get my independence, it means I am an adult.”
“Which would change absolutely nothing, sweetheart. I am NOT your father. You can always call this house your home, no matter HOW old you are.” Harry had to smile at that. Travis had at least one truly loving parent, that cared not how much trouble he got into.

Once breakfast was finished, Bill quickly left by the floo. It seemed like only seconds later, when the fireplace roared to life yet again, and Jeff stepped out of the flames. “Good to see you up, Harry.”
“Good morning, Mr. Sawyer. Would you like a cup of tea or coffee?” Asked Lisa, as Jeff took a seat at the table.
“No, thank you,” Answered Jeff, “Now, Harry. I got some correspondence last night from the English ministry. I should warn you, your relatives will be at the hearing this afternoon. Apparently, your magical guardian thought it would be a wonderful idea to have them present. From what you’ve told me, that will better our chances at winning.”
“Just get Vernon to open his big gob,” Said Harry, darkly, “I can guarantee the first words out of his mouth will be ‘freak’.”
“Mr. and Mrs. Potter, I presume,” Said Jeff, gesturing to the portrait.
“And you are representing Harry at the hearing?” Asked Lily.
“Indeed. Jeffery Sawyer, Wizarding Barrister,” Said Jeff.
“I’ll be bringing the portrait with me, they want a word with Dumbledore,” Said Harry. Jeff only smiled and nodded at that. He needed not imagine, it would most likely be more than just a word.
“Jeff… I will need you to file another emancipation document,” Said Lisa.
“For Travis, I assume. I wondered how long before that would come.” Jeff reached into his satchel, and drew out another set of documents. “I only need the reason, I’ve had this one filled out for a couple of years.”
“Nice to see you came prepared,” Said Lisa, with a smile, “Since Travis is now 16, I think he’s ready to assume an adult role, even though it is a year early. He is already pretty much independent of me as it is, and most certainly doesn’t need a parent hovering over his shoulder.”
“From the sound of that, you strongly approve of the decision.”
“I suggested it, seeing as Harry will be obtaining his independence this afternoon.”
“If all goes well, he will.”
“Harry. There is one more thing that you should be aware of. Whether this happens today or on your birthday, you need to go to Gringotts, and retrieve my signet ring. It’s something the goblins will tell you anyway, but you are now effectively the head of house,” Said James.
“Then I guess I should be addressing you as Lord Potter, then?” Asked Travis. Harry rolled his eyes at that. “Please, last thing I need, is another title.”
“Harry, that is something to be proud of. That title gives you some power, something you need, both now and in the future,” Said James.
“I know, dad, it’s just, people either worship me or hate me for it.”
“That’s not for you to worry about, dear,” Said Lily, “All you can do is be yourself.”
“Couldn’t agree more, Mrs. Potter,” Said Jeff, “And considering you’re here in Canada, rather than in England, you have a chance to start fresh. People know who you are, but they don’t know the person behind the name.” Harry nodded at that. Of course, he was right.

The room fell into silence, as Jeff filled in the forms, and slid them across to Lisa, who signed them. Travis added his signature, then passed them back to Jeff, who then added his.
“Will they need a hearing too?” Asked Harry.
“No, since there isn’t anyone contesting it. Most likely, I can file this with the judge today during the hearing for Harry. Mrs. Coulter is an easy judge to deal with.” Jeff thought for a moment. “You know, in that case, it might not be necessary to apply an anti-magic detection ward to your property. If all goes well, by late this afternoon, there will be no under-age wizards on the property.”
“No, I think it’s a good idea, in case Ron or Hermione end up coming over here,” Said Harry. Jeff only nodded at that, understanding at once. “Harry, there’s one more thing you will need to do.”
“That is?”
“File for political asylum.”
“That’s nuts!” Said Travis, “England’s not…”
“Political asylum… in the magic world,” Said Jeff, “And yes, he most certainly fits the criteria.” Harry only nodded. “Where do I sign?”
“Here and here, and this is what you say when I tell you to…” Said Jeff.

Just after 12:30, the group prepared to leave for the Ministry of Magic. Harry quickly returned to their room above the shop, to retrieve his satchel, so he had someplace to put his parents’ portrait. Just before he left the room, he pulled back the curtain, and looked in on Frank, who had sprawled out on his bed. There was no doubt, Harry was developing strong feelings for the guy. Yet, there was still so much apprehension. He didn’t need another ‘Cedric’ on his conscience. Yet, the words Travis had said to him earlier still rang in his ears. He could just push Frank away, and be miserable, or he could take the chance, and just perhaps, have something that he realized he desperately needed: Love.

With the two warring sides of the coin raging in his head, he leaned in, and gently kissed Frank on the forehead. Slipping out of the room, and closing the door behind him, Harry didn’t see a smile form on Frank’s face.

oOo
Entering Court room 8 of the Ministry of Magic, Harry found it was for the most part empty, save for the court scribe, two Aurors, and 4 individuals he had the least desire to see. Albus Dumbledore sat at one table, along with Severus Snape, and the Dursleys, minus Dudley. Must have left him home, Harry thought, as he, Jeff, Travis, and Lisa took a seat at the opposite table.
“Be careful. Both Dumbledore and Snape are master legilimens,” warned Harry.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Answered Jeff. It seemed he had just gotten that out of his mouth, when the court scribe stood. “All yeas, all yeas, wizarding court of Canada, July session 12 now in session, her honour Anne Coulter presiding.” Everyone stood, as a tall witch appeared from a side door, and climbed the stairs to the bench, taking a seat. “Please be seated.” As everyone sat down, she reviewed the papers before her.
“Your honour, before we get started, I have a second petition I wish to file,” Said Jeff, standing.
“Very well, what does this pertain to?”
“A second client of mine, who is here with me, filing a petition for Emancipation. It is uncontested, your honour.”
“I see. Auror, if you will.” She indicated the Auror closer to Harry’s table. Albus seemed to be impatient with this extra bit of business. “I see no relevance to the business of this hearing,” He said.
“I am the judge here, Mr. Dumbledore,” Said Anne, sending a cold look the old wizard’s way. The Auror collected said documents, and passed them up to the bench. Anne quickly looked them over, gave them a curt nod, and quickly signed the documents. Harry noticed she was using a quill and ink. “Mr… Carter… and your mother is it? Please rise.” Both Travis and Lisa stood.
“In the matter of the application of Emancipation filed by Travis Carter, I find this in good order. Since you have the positive support of your parent, I see no reason not to grant you your petition. In the eyes of the Ministry of Magic for Canada, you are now considered an adult. Auror, if you will…” She again indicated the Auror closest to Harry’s table. Travis, understanding what was about to happen, pulled out his wand, and presented it to the Auror, who waved his own wand over it, muttering an incantation. A blue aura briefly surrounded the wand, and vanished.
“The tracking charm is removed from your wand, Mr. Carter, but do realize, you are expected to behave yourself. The use of magic is nothing to be taken lightly, and knowing the number of times you have been before this court, you will do well to keep that in mind,” Said Anne, “Such gross violations as have been committed in the past, may get you far more than a fine.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Said Travis, as he and Lisa took their seats. Those remarks from the judge had Dumbledore looking at the boy quizzically. What kind of trouble? “Now that has been cleared out of the way, let us turn our attention to the real reason we are here.” He said.
“Indeed,” Said Anne, casting her gaze back to Harry, “Mr. Potter, it is quite remarkable you are here, rather than in England. I do wonder, how did you arrive here, without going through wizarding customs?”
“I arrived the muggle way, your honour,” Answered Harry, “Forgive me, I didn’t want people to know I was here.”
“I see,” Said Anne, pursing her lips. She then looked at the opposite table, and back to the separate documents before her. On one side, she had the application from Mr. Potter, as well as its cited reasons. On the other side, she had the counter application, which would force Potter back to England, under the control of the old wizard. What was going on here? “Mr. Sawyer, you have the floor.”
“Thank you, your honour,” Said Jeff, standing, “I will not delve into the details about Harry’s fame, this is neither the time nor the place. We all know who he is. The point I shall make, is that there are many details we don’t know. Details those apposing Mr. Potter’s application would rather be kept quiet.” While he said that, Harry had reached into his satchel, and retrieved his parents’ portrait, setting it up on the table, so they could see what was going on.
“Mr. Dumbledore?” Asked Anne.
“We are only acting in the best interests of Mr. Potter,” Said Albus, “We believe it is not in Harry’s best interest to be able to make such adult decisions, decisions that come with being independent.”
“No, sir, you just want to control me, same as you’ve always done!” Harry snarled.
“Mr. Potter, please,” Said Anne, “You will most certainly have your chance. Carry on, Mr. Dumbledore.” Albus nodded at the judge, then continued, “You must realize, Voldemort, or real name Tom Riddle, is back. He has been back for over a year now, and poses a real threat to not only our world, but yours. I believe the recent arrest of the Bartlett family here in Ontario is proof of that.” Anne nodded at that, but said, “Yes, that might have been the case, yet, cases such as that are indeed rare on Canadian soil. Carry on.”
“Harry is on the top of Tom’s list of targets. So I must point out, that as long as Harry is here in Canada, your citizens will also become a target…”
“Objection, your honour, we have no way of knowing if that will actually happen,” Jeff snapped.
“Sustained.”
“I beg your pardon, your honour,” Said Albus, “I still must emphasize, that while away from his relatives’ care, he is exposed to great danger from Riddle and his Death Eaters, no matter what kind of security arrangements may be agreed on.”
“Security arrangements I might point out, that have successfully prevented successful infiltrations on Canadian soil by Death Eaters both now, and in the first war,” Noted Jeff, “The only Death Eaters we’ve had here have been home-grown, and they’ve been few and far between.”
“If I were to decline Mr. Potter’s application, what would take place?” Asked Anne.
“He would be returned to London, to a safe location, which I note, will not be with his relatives,” Answered Albus, putting on his best grandfatherly face. “Harry has much to catch up on, and so I have a number of tutors and trainers who have already agreed to help with various areas of study. Of course, come September, he would be returning to Hogwarts for his 6th year.”
“And what if that’s not what Harry wants, Professor?” Asked Lily. The colour seemed to drain from the old wizard’s face, and Severus did a double-take. “L-lily?” He asked, his voice barely a whisper.
“Severus? Harry, could you turn us so we can see across the isle?” Asked Lily. Harry turned the portrait, and both Albus and Severus were again shocked.
“Harry, how… how did you get that?” Asked Albus.
“Our government was so kind as to initiate an investigation into the Potter estate. Some very interesting things have come to light, which you will have to answer to.”
“Indeed, Mr. Dumbledore,” Said Anne, leafing through the various documents, “Although we are not quite there yet.”
“I got their portrait from their vault of course,” Answered Harry, “Stuff that should have been given to me when I turned 11. Why wasn’t it, sir?”
“I felt it best if you were just allowed to grow up in a normal home, without all the fame and distractions your name carried.”
“Do you call THEM normal, sir?!” Harry erupted, leaping out of his seat. “Do you want to know where my school letter was delivered? And don’t deny it professor, you KNEW! It was addressed to ‘the cupboard under the stairs’!!!”
“I do hope that is not true, Mr. Potter,” Said Anne, pursing her lips. She was doing a VERY good imitation of Professor McGonagall.
Harry drew his wand, and said, while holding it in front of him, “On my magic, that statement is true.” A small wisp of magic left his wand, and vanished into his chest.
“And you were aware of this, Mr. Dumbledore?”
“I was. My deputy headmistress made sure I knew it.”
“Mrs. Dursley, is it?” Anne looked at the horse-faced woman sharply. Petunia did her best to remain stoic, amongst all these ‘freaks’, but was failing miserably. “Yes.” She squeaked.
“Is what Mr. Potter said true?”
“It was… the only place we had… all the other…”
“That’s FUCKING DRAGON SHIT!!” Harry exploded, “Dudley had two rooms upstairs, not to mention the guest room!”
“You little freak, how DARE you shout at my wife!”
“I’ll bloody shout at you from here to Hades, you bloody prat, calling me a freak, no, it’s you and your… you and your precious ‘Duddikins’ that are the freaks!” Harry raved, pacing in front of their table. It was taking every ounce of control he had not to curse Vernon right there and then. All the while, the court scribe was busily scribbling things down using short-hand, while Anne herself was making some interesting notes of her own.
“Harry, if there was another way…” Albus began.
“Oh, but there was, see there is your lie, sir!” Harry snapped, “12 years! 12 FUCKING years, my godfather sat in Azkaban, without a bloody trial!!! You knew!!! You knew all along, and you did NOTHING!! Why?”
“It was… only for the best.”
“For the best. Right.” Harry was BEYOND angry now.
“Your honour… a 5 minute recess, please,” Said Jeff. Anne only nodded, seeing Harry’s hand was inching back to his wand, stowed in his back pocket. “5 minute recess.”

“Potter… I want a word… with your parents,” Said Severus.
“It’s up to them,” Said Harry, curtly, the rage still boiling inside. He slumped back down in the chair at his table, and pushed the portrait forward. Severus had walked over, and then cast a silencing charm around himself and the portrait.
“Wonder what they’re talking about?” Asked Travis.
“My mum and Snape… were friends, I think,” Answered Harry. He was still so angry, he was shaking like a leaf. After several moments, Severus placed a potion on the table, and mouthed, ‘calming draught’. Harry only nodded, and quickly downed it, gagging at the awful taste.
“Are you sure you can trust him?” Asked Travis. Harry took a deep breath. “He’s a bastard and a greasy git, but if there’s one thing about Snape, he’s never lied to me, he’s never sugar-coated anything.”
“He teaches potions, I assume,” Said Lisa. Harry nodded. “Potions master. His classes are a nightmare to attend, though. My work was never good enough.”
“Did they really keep you in a cupboard?” Asked Travis. Harry only nodded.
“Such evil people!” Lisa gasped, horrified at the thought, “How could they do such a thing?”
“They didn’t care,” Said Harry, “I can assume they got at least part of the money in that trust vault every month.”
“I will see if we can’t petition for you to reclaim it,” Said Jeff, “Seeing as you were mistreated by the Dursleys, they most definitely didn’t do their job.”
“I’ll agree to that one,” Said Harry.

Minutes later, as the door to the chamber opened and the judge reappeared, Severus dropped the silencing charm, and returned to his seat.
“Back to the matter at hand,” Said Anne, “I see we have many issues that do complicate this proceeding. Mr. Potter, since it is you this pertains to, I’ll allow you to continue with your points.”
“Thanks, I think,” Said Harry, again standing. He shot a curious glance at Jeff, who only shrugged, not sure what the judge was getting at, leaving him once again in control. “Right. Headmaster, now that I’m calmed down, I’ll ask you again, why was my godfather, Sirius Black, locked away in Azkaban for 12 years with no trial?”
“There were, many issues about, with regards to your godfather, Harry. Just demanding a trial, would have… upset other proceedings…”
“Now that’s dragon shit, and you know it, sir! There was a lot of things you could have done. No, the only reason you didn’t do anything, is because, you knew that if he was free, he would claim custody, and pull all those nasty skeletons out of your closet,” Harry seethed. He snatched several pages of paper off the table in front of Jeff, and lay it in front of the Headmaster. “You know what this is?”
“If I can read it…” Said Albus, picking up the pages, “Harry, where did you…”
“Oh come off it, you know I got access to the vault. So explain me this… why was it never read?”
“May I ask what it is, Mr. Potter?” Asked Anne.
“My parents’ will, never executed,” Answered Harry. Anne waved the Auror closer to Albus’ table over, and he retrieved said documents, then passed them up to the judge. She scanned them, scribbling out several more notes, again waving over the Auror, and whispering something in his ear. He disappeared out the side door.
“Your honour, Mr. Potter and I were summoned to Gringotts yesterday afternoon regarding his accounts and estate,” Said Jeff, “I present several documents that go along with the will which you now hold. Money was being removed from a secondary trust vault, money originally intended to be given to those taking care of Mr. Potter.”
“Which was indeed used in that fashion,” Said Albus.
“Like I ever benefited from it,” Harry scoffed, “Look at me! These are the clothes I left the Dursleys in. I have a few oversize, baggy shirts, a few pairs of oversize, hand-me-down pants from Dudley, who is as big as a whale…”
“How DARE you call our son that, you little FREAK!” Vernon exploded. Anne slammed her gavel down on the bench. “You will be silent in this court or I will do it for you, Mr. Dursley, you’re in enough trouble as it is!” Vernon’s skin actually felt like it was crawling, at the tone of Anne’s words.
“These are all the clothes I have, that’s it,” Continued Harry, “Just where was that 5000 galleon per month stipend going, Headmaster?”
“I… err… well…” Albus sputtered. He knew whichever answer he gave would be the wrong one.
“Never mind where I slept. How about this one. Aunt Petunia, you forced me to cook all the meals, right?”
“Yes, and that’s all you were good for, boy!” Answered Petunia. Harry only shook his head. Guess they don’t really get how much trouble they’re in, he thought. “What age did that start?”
“As soon as you were tall enough to reach the stove, I don’t know how old you were, not that I really cared,” Petunia sneered. That got a very cold look from Severus, which Harry filed away for later. Albus looked about ready to crawl under the table.
“Oh, headmaster. Want to know what some of my birthday presents were before I got to Hogwarts? I got some clothes hangers one year. Oh, and another year, I got… you’ll love this one… DOG BISCUITS from Aunt Marge. Such a charming woman,” Said Harry. This got another very sour look from Anne.
“Now see, I haven’t even STARTED with my Hogwarts experience. I call it an experience, because that’s the best way to describe it… although nightmare comes close. 5 years I’ve gone there. Every year, I’ve almost been KILLED, either by a professor, or by Voldemort. I strongly doubt ‘almost be killed’ is part of the curriculum.”
“No, it is most certainly not, Harry, and I’m sorry those incidents have marred your education,” Said Albus, “Yet, you cannot lay those incidents at my feet, you know full well who is at fault.”
“No, sir, I CAN. See, let’s start with first year. Quirrell. The guy was a bloomin’ idiot in the first place. But oh let’s not forget, he was… wait for it… POSESSED BY VOLDEMORT!!!” Harry bellowed, making everyone jump, “How could you NOT know that, being a master legilimens?!”
“I believed…”
“Don’t care… moving on,” Said Harry, “2nd year…”
“Mr. Potter, I will NOT have you talk to me in that tone…” Albus began.
“Why not, can’t you see?! I’m sick of your manipulations! That’s all you’ve done to me. To keep me quiet, weak, and obedient. That was the Harry James Potter you wanted, Sir! And for a while, you had him. That was until 3 days ago. 3 days ago, when I really put some things together, and realized what my life really meant to you: sod all. Am I right, sir?” Albus opened his mouth to answer, but James beat him to it. “Albus, how could you do this to our son? You PROMISED us that he would be well taken care of should anything happen, and it seems, your word is not worth a knut. Bloody liar and a thief, is that all you are?!”
“It… it was for the best,” Albus sighed.
“The best, as you call it, was dodgy at best, professor,” Said Lily.
“Mr. Potter, if I could clarify, what exactly happened that forced you to re-evaluate your situation?” Asked Anne.
“It… it’s very difficult for me to discuss that… but I understand…” Harry took a deep breath, and once again began to recount the disastrous events at the Ministry of Magic only weeks before. His description had his parents, and several others gasping more than a few times. He held nothing back, and even included his attempted use of the Cruciatus curse on Belletrix. It ended with his arrival at Travis’ house, and the meeting with Jeff.

For several minutes, the courtroom fell silent, as Anne evaluated and processed what she had just heard. Harry had returned to his seat, and was just sitting there, perhaps lost in his own thoughts. It was most certainly complicated, but yet, it was in fact simple. No matter the intentions of the aging headmaster, they had resulted in a life no one should have had to live. Her decision could not be more clear. She looked up from her notes at the same time as 10 Aurors stepped into the court room, along with Angela Simpson, the Canadian Minister of Magic. She, along with several of the Aurors, took seats in the gallery.
“This court acknowledges the Minister for magic,” Noted Anne. Angela stood up, saying, “I am only here to observe, for the moment.”
“So noted,” Said Anne, turning back to Harry. “Mr. Potter, please stand.” Harry did so. “This is indeed a complicated petition from both sides. Although only 15, you have faced more terrible things than many adult wizards, Mr. Potter. Your record from Hogwarts, at least that which I could obtain, has shown you more than capable of adult thinking, and adult decisions. This court therefore can only rule the following.

In the matter of the application of Emancipation filed by Harry James Potter. I see no reason not to grant you your petition. In the eyes of the Ministry of Magic for Canada, you are now considered an adult. Auror, if you will…” She again indicated the Auror closest to Harry’s table. Remembering what Travis had done, Harry pulled out his wand, and presented it to the Auror, who waved his own wand over it, muttering an incantation. A blue aura briefly surrounded the wand, and vanished.
“The tracking charm is removed from your wand, Mr. Potter, but I issue you the same warning as Mr. Carter. Being considered an adult, you are now fully responsible for things you do as a wizard, severe infractions will result in far more than fines.” She paused. “In the matter of you casting the Cruciatus curse, I fine you 1000 galleons, to be paid to the court at your leisure. I also warn you, there is a reason they are called unforgivable curses, and a further incident will be dealt with far more harshly.”
“Yes, your honour,” Said Harry.
“This case is now concluded,” Said Anne.
“There is one more matter, your honour,” Said Jeff, indicating to Harry.
“I, Harry James Potter, do request political asylum in Wizarding Canada, from Wizarding Britain, because a state of war exist in which I may be murdered for who I am,” Said Harry. Anne only nodded, as an Auror picked up the document in front of Harry, and was already delivering it to the judge. The look on Albus’ face was priceless, to say the least. Emancipation had been a massive blow to the nether region, now this was even worse. There would be no way he could do anything to Harry now, without creating a nasty incident.
“Well, Mr. Potter. You continue to surprise us,” Said Anne, “Considering the testimony I have just heard, I see no reason to delay such a request.”
“Your honour, since I am present, may I take that?” Said Angela, stepping onto the floor of the court. Anne nodded, and again passed the document back to the Auror, who then passed it to the Minister. “If there is nothing further?”
“No, your honour,” Said Jeff. Albus said nothing.
“Very well, then. This July session of the Wizarding Court of Canada is now concluded,” Said Anne, banging her gavel. Everyone stood, as the judge left the bench.
“Mr. Potter, may I have a word with you?” Said Angela, stepping up to Harry’s table.
“You’re the Minister of Magic?” Asked Harry.
“Yes, that I am, young man,” Said Angela with a laugh.
“Harry, I must insist…” Albus began, but Angela shot him a cold look. “Aurors…” One of the Aurors accompanying her stepped up to the aging headmaster. “Albus Dumbledore. You’re under arrest, for endangering an under-aged wizard, fraud, uttering a false document, and obstruction of justice.”
“Pardon me?!”
“You heard me. Your wand, please.” Said the Auror, gruffly. The others had already trained their wands on him, so he had no choice.
“Harry, you have to understand…”
“I don’t sir. I don’t. I thought you really cared, you know…”
“Harry, I DO care, that’s why…”
“You have a bloody awful way of showing it, sir. I’ve got nothing further to say to you,” Said Harry, turning his back to Albus.
“Severus, please floo back to Hogwarts, and let Minerva know what’s happened,” Said Albus. Severus nodded, but made no moves to leave. Two Aurors were also arresting the Dursleys, much to Harry’s amusement.
“You know,” Said Harry, as he watched them be led away, “I had many fantasies about my 17th birthday… you know, a few hours alone with the Dursleys… just me and them, and my wand.”
“I don’t doubt that a bit, Harry,” Said Travis.
“And given the testimony here, the court would have most likely overlooked the ‘abuse of muggles’ charge,” Said Jeff.
“Mr. Sawyer, it’s been some time,” Said Angela, as Albus was also led away.
“That it has, Minister. Why don’t we take this somewhere a bit more comfortable? A round or two at the Snitch & Bludger, perhaps?” Offered Jeff.
“That sounds like a wonderful idea,” Said Angela. Harry gave his former potions professor a curt nod, and the group left the court room.

10 minutes later, the group was seated in a private room in the Snitch & Bludger’s restaurant. 2 Aurors were posted at the door providing security, while another sat with the group. Travis remembered him. “John Reymond, right?”
“Yeah.”
“You testified at my trial.”
“Yes, I remember that. An ugly mess that was,” Said John, “All in all, you did what you had to do, no one will fault you for that.”
“I just protected myself.”
“You keep up your marks in school, and maybe one day we’ll see you in our ranks.”
“I might like that,” Said Travis.
“To business,” Said Angela, retrieving the documents Harry had signed, “Consider your application for asylum approved. I am well aware of Voldemort’s presence in England. I remember all too well the last war. Daily reports on the wireless about the killings.”
“I only hope people won’t see me as running away,” Said Harry, “I just want the chance… to get prepared, so the next time we meet, I’ll have a chance to finish what I started.”
“That’s exactly what I wanted to discuss with you, Harry,” Said Angela, “Whatever you need, within reason, of course, I’ll see if I can’t help you out.”
“What about school?” Asked Travis.
“Well, where do you go?”
“Nipigon Wizard’s Institute. You just finished your OWLs, I remember, so we’d be in the same year.”
“Would they accept me? I mean, I never heard of Hogwarts accepting transfers before, so, I mean, would your school?”
“It doesn’t happen very often, Harry, but it is possible,” Said Angela, “Although you do have lots of time to think of that.”
“All I really want, is to be left alone. I know that’s not really possible. But still, I don’t want to be anyone’s poster boy.”
“And you won’t be, here. All I’m offering, is to help in any way the ministry will allow,” Said Angela.
“That’s a fair offer,” Said Harry, “I can accept that. I just don’t want someone coming back to me somewhere down the road asking for favours.”
“I guess my next question is, where are you staying, Harry?” Asked Angela.
“With Travis and his mum,” Answered Harry. That got a doubtful look from John.
“What?” Asked Travis.
“Only concerned with your past record…”
“Oh, get over it,” Travis snorted, “Look, I’m a bit of a prick sometimes, and trouble does like to follow me, but, I can’t help that…”
“Sounds a bit like me,” Harry laughed, “Maybe it’s US that would make a cute couple.”
“Well, I think Mr. Iero might have something to say about that, Harry,” Travis teased. Harry could only smile, thinking back to the guy he had left sleeping in his bed. Just maybe, everything was about to change.
“With the ruling today, you should have access to all your vaults and properties now,” Said Jeff.
“Yes, the ministry will send a message off to Gringotts within the next hour or so,” Said Angela.
“What if Dumbledore or someone following his instructions tries to kidnap me or something?” Asked Harry.
“He would be risking an international incident between Canada and Britain, it would be way too risky. Unless the man’s gone completely cuckoo,” Answered Jeff.
“Well, we did think he was a bit barmy,” Said Harry, “I just… I don’t want to be controlled by ANYONE. That was the whole idea of this process.”
“And we’ll do everything in our power to make sure that doesn’t happen,” Said Angela. She was really starting to like the raven-haired boy. This was someone that would influence the wizard world at large one day.
“Thank you, minister,” Said Harry.
“Harry. Now that we’re adults. I think we can legally order Firewhiskey can we not?” Said Travis. That got a sour look from Angela, and his mother.
“I think we can, too,” Said Harry, “And trust me, after having to relive some of my worst memories, I’ll take you up on that. Merlin, I’ll buy everyone a round.”

After two rounds of Firewhiskey, the group separated. Jeff reminded Harry about visiting Gringotts before he too, went his own way. That left Harry, Travis, and Lisa, as they travelled by floo to Gringotts. Surprisingly, Griphook was waiting for them. “Mr. Potter. I was expecting you,” He said, “This way.”

A few minutes later, they again found themselves in the same conference room they had used the day before. A single small box rested on the large table.
“This will only take a few moments,” Said Griphook, as he retrieved said box. He opened it, and removed the gold ring that rested inside it. “Go ahead, slip this on.”
“Does it matter which finger?”
“Although traditionally, it would go on the left ring finger, it really wouldn’t matter; the ring will automatically resize to fit,” Said Griphook. Harry took the ring, and slipped it on his left ring finger. He instantly felt a surge of energy race through his body, then seem to bury itself back into the ring, as it automatically resized itself.
“Ah, very good, Lord Potter,” Said Griphook. Harry rolled his eyes at that. “Please, don’t use that title.” He groaned.
“It is a matter of protocol when in public. However, in private, it is not necessary. Expect to be addressed that way by the tellers, Mr. Potter,” Explained Griphook. Harry only nodded in understanding.
“Do you wish to visit your vaults today?”
“No. I think this is enough excitement for one day,” Answered Harry, remembering he still had 2 letters to write when he got back to Travis’ place.
“I’ll show you out, then.”

By the time they got back to the house, it was almost 4 pm. Lisa set about getting dinner going, while Travis and Harry headed out to the shop, as they could hear the music quite well. Although Harry did want to listen in on their music, the letters were a priority at that point. So, while Travis joined the band, Harry made his way up to the room, or dormitory, more like it. This time, all 3 birds were present, and one of them looked slightly put out from being ignored for the past day or so.
“Sorry, Hedwig, it’s been mad this past while,” Said Harry, stroking the bird’s feathers. He quickly retrieved some treats for all the birds. “Ok, I’ve got some letters to write… No, not for you, girl, it’s too far,” Said Harry, seeing Hedwig look at him expectantly, “Fawkes, are you up for some work?” He seemed to nod ‘yes’.
“Good.” Harry sat down at the desk with the least amount of clutter, retrieved some parchment and a pen, then began to write.

Just as he finished the 2nd letter, he felt a hand gently squeeze him on the shoulder. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Said Harry, putting down the pen.
“Well, how’d it go?” Asked Frank, sitting down on the bed beside the desk.
“Emancipated, claimed political asylum, and Dumbledore’s in jail,” Said Harry, matter-of-factly.
“Wow, you have been busy,” Said Frank.
“Oh yeah, and this,” Said Harry, holding out his left hand to show the ring.
“It’s… nice,” Said Frank.
“It was my dad’s. I don’t care about the title, but, Merlin, it’s something from my parents, so it means all the world to me.”
“What title?”
“Lord Potter,” Said Harry. Frank just looked at the ring for a moment, then at Harry, and burst out laughing.
“What?!” Harry couldn’t understand what was so funny.
“Its… I’m sorry… I mean, you’re not even 16…” Said Frank, trying to stop laughing, “It’s like land titles and stuff?”
“Yeah, I guess… I know it means a seat in the government, but I really don’t care about that…” Said Harry. That sent Frank into more fits of laughter. Harry wasn’t sure whether to be angry at Frank, or to be amused. Maybe it is rather comical in the end, he thought to himself. “Ok, you want something to laugh about?” Said Harry, drawing his wand, and pointing it at Frank’s midsection, “RICTUMSEMPRA!” Frank was instantly doubled over as the tickling charm struck him, writhing on the bed.
“You know, Harry, that can be considered muggle abuse,” Said Travis, watching from the doorway. Harry quickly ended the charm, leaving Frank heaving on the bed, almost gasping for air.
“God… you could get… someone to… do just about anything… with that,” Frank gasped, finally sitting up.
“Well, I don’t know about anything, but very useful for getting someone’s attention,” Said Travis.
“Guys, give me another minute, I gotta finish this letter,” Said Harry, turning back to the letter.

A few minutes later, he had sealed both letters. Fawkes lighted down to the desk, and offered a claw, onto which Harry attached the two letters. “Ron and Hermione. You remember them, right?” The bird seemed to nod. “Off you go, then. Wait for a response, ok?” Fawkes vanished in a flash of brilliant flames.



AUTHOR NOTES: All right. lots of really interesting bits happened here. I wasn’t originally planning on having Dumbledore carted off to jail, but this just seemed the natural course. I just can’t see a judge letting such gross mistreatments and interference slide, no matter WHO was the perpetrator.

We see Harry and Frank’s relationship develop a bit more here, although an interesting point has to be made, at least from a writer’s perspective… if Harry hates the spotlight, how would he deal with My Chemical Romance being a major punk band? Remember, they ARE in the midst of a world tour, although taking a break over the summer. Interesting scenario this may paint, hmmmm?

I’m a huge sucker for the Harry/Cedric pairing… My ultimate favourite is “A Lack of Color”, story id 2859556, on FanFiction . net … although it’s not finished, and I’m not sure if it will be.

On the note of Harry using the f-bomb… I think that he would tend not to. It comes out when he’s beyond pissed… usually angry enough that someone’s liable to be hexed or cursed.

(1) Latin for ‘wake up’… don’t harp on me too badly if it’s wrong, I used a translator, and I’m aware, translators tend not to be very good. If you got a correct Latin translation for this, by all means, let me know.
(2) Pronunciation cited from the HP Lexicon.