tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255826457046557802024-03-12T19:35:14.150-07:00The Gray FieldsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05465980774460329343noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-825582645704655780.post-18564636315669511732015-02-15T17:45:00.003-08:002015-02-15T17:46:46.677-08:00Evil Author Day IThese are in my current WIP folder that I tinker with off and on - and they are the most likely to be published first more then anything else unless I'm involved in a NANO or something similar throughout the year. They are not much, just pieces of longer works, but those works have so many similar off-shots and re-do's of the same ones because I can't decide in what direction I want to go in - one of the reasons why I have so many problems posting works.<br />
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Harry Potter:<br />
<a href="http://thegrayfields.blogspot.com/2015/02/holly-potter-verse.html" target="_blank">Holly Potter Verse</a><br />
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Lord of the Rings/Hobbit:<br />
<a href="http://thegrayfields.blogspot.com/2015/02/mountains-daughter.html" target="_blank">Mountains Daughter</a><br />
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James Bond/Skyfall:<br />
<a href="http://thegrayfields.blogspot.com/2015/02/there-you-are.html" target="_blank">There You Are Snippet</a><br />
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Inception:<br />
<a href="http://thegrayfields.blogspot.com/2015/02/the-merchant.html" target="_blank">The Merchant</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05465980774460329343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-825582645704655780.post-9771017540792257582015-02-15T17:40:00.000-08:002015-02-15T17:40:19.867-08:00There You AreTitle: There You Are<br />
Author: Genna Gray<br />
Fandom: Bond - Skyfall verse<br />
Pairing: Bond/Q<br />
A/N: A snippet I wrote to add in whenever I get around to finishing up this NANO<br />
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Q frowned down into the pot of...what should have been beans to go with the toast but it was a rather burnt, disgusting mess of food that he doubted even that slob of a cat James owned would eat - and that creature from some unknown abyss of hell would eat every and anything it could fit into its mouth when it was even remotely hungry.<br />
"What's got you so fussy?" James murmured into Q's ear as tan arms wrapped around his middle, hands rucking up the dress shirt Q had shrugged on, and his chin rested on Q's shoulder. "What was that supposed to be?"<br />
"...Beans." Q said flatly and Bond shuddered. "James."<br />
"I...see." James choked out and Q valued his Mate in holding in the laugh that clearly wanted to escape - neither Serena and Roger had kept their laughter to themselves. [And they stilled laughed when they heard him attempting to cook.] "What do you think about eating out then?"<br />
Q pursed his lips and tried to stir the concoction that was the mess of beans - it was like stirring cement after it had dried out. <br />
"I...think that is a brilliant idea." Q decided and James pressed a kiss into his neck before reaching forward and removing the pot off the stove. "James."<br />
"Come along Dear," James tugged at Q and pulled him gently along back towards the bedroom. "Let's get dressed, we will have time to get to a little place I know that does the best breakfast bread - but only I you get there early enough."<br />
Q hadn't kept much at James' place, enough for a few changes, since James had a tendency to change his flats - in case of being spied upon or followed by enemies of the Queen - wholesale and while Q's clothes might not be the best clothes they were still his and Q didn't want to see them abandoned because James was too paranoid.<br />
James hated in being called paranoid - said it was a misleading label, that he was being properly cautious and that he could be worse.<br />
Q shuddered to think of James being worse.<br />
"I didn't pack any scarves," Q eyed his reflection in the bathroom suite's mirror where he had been finishing up; the hickeys on his neck, no matter how faint James made them, always stood out like bruises with his pale skin. Normally Q wore a turtleneck but it was too warm for that and scarves would have to do but Q had forgotten it at work. "It's draped over that chair."<br />
"I think it looks fetching," James told Q cheerfully from where he leaned against the door-jamb, his casual polo and slacks doing wonders for the thickening frame - Q was relieved to see that James was finally putting on weight after so many weeks of being scarily skinny from the weeks of lack James had dealt with. <br />
If it wasn't for the fact that Devereux was dead, deeply and painfully dead, Q would kill him all over again for the torture his Mate had undergone under his hands.<br />
"You would say so," Q shook off his thoughts. "I look like a chew toy for some canine."<br />
"Well, you are a chew toy," James smirked at Q and held out his hand. "Mine."<br />
Q smiled as he took James' hand, turning the offered hand over until his tanned wrist was bared and Q's name was bare for all to see. Q allowed James to use his free hand and turned Q's wrist so they were bare side-by-side, the names perfectly sized and perfectly theirs. [Both he and James refused to cover up their Soul-Marks - they would not be ashamed of each other - and they only allowed it when James would go on missions for MI6.<br />
They were Soul-Mates, true enough, and loved each other but above that they were loyal to Queen and Country - and they each had unique skills that would serve Her best and they would with the best of their abilities, no holds barred.<br />
Because that was who they were.]Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05465980774460329343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-825582645704655780.post-71181015035619017222015-02-15T17:39:00.000-08:002015-02-15T17:39:54.609-08:00Holly Potter Verse<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Title: Holly Potter</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Author: Genna Gray</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Fandom: Harry Potter</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Pairing: N/A</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">A/N: Something I tinker with from time to time</span></div>
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"Honestly, James, blue?" Lily shook her head as she
rubbed her Bump - as Sirius called it - as she looked over the nursery that
James had assembled in their summer home, Potters Glade. "I told you I
wanted lilac."</span></div>
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It was a nice nursery, don't get Lily wrong, but it was too well
modeled and too...blue for her tastes. She had told James that the nursery
needed to be purple, lilac preferably, and since it wasn't...it was making
Lily agitated and her fingers itched for her wand so she could "fix"
it. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"> But, Lily huffed and rocked back on her heels, the Healers had told Lily no
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"Tiger!" Sirius called as he bounded up the stairs, gift
tucked under one arm. "Got a gift for the little Fawn!"</span></div>
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"Sirius," Lily arched a brow at the brightly colored
wrapping paper. "How are you, how's your day been? Me? Oh I'm doing great,
my day was fantastic - you?"</span></div>
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"Tiger Lily!" Sirius laughed as he took Lily's hands and
bowed over them before leaning forward and pressing a smacking kiss to Lily's
bump, regardless of the thick jumper she was wearing and the smack Lily gave
over his head. "And how's my Fawn doing?"</span></div>
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"Making me pee my weight out every few hours," Lily gave
in and ruffled Sirius's hair. "Now, what's the gift for?"</span></div>
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"I can't give a gift without being nagged?" Sirius mock
pouted, hands pressed to his chest. "Is this the thanks I get?"</span></div>
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Lily merely wrinkled her nose at Sirius and he laughingly handed
over the oddly shaped package. Lily pulled the paper off, a rather gaudy mix of
orange and pink, to have a plush Snitch sitting in her hands. It was incredible
soft and Lily knew any kid would enjoy it - despite the fact it was an
eye-searing gold. </span></div>
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"So?" Sirius said impatiently. "Do you think Fawn
will like it?"</span></div>
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"She'll love it," Lily smiled at Sirius who looked happy
but frowned. "What?"</span></div>
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"James said...you were having a son." Sirius said slowly
and Lily scoffed. "I know it's a girl, he won't listen to me."</span></div>
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"Oh." Sirius looked around the nursery nervously.
"That's...a lot of blue for a girl."</span></div>
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"I wanted purple," Lily muttered and crossed her arms.
"He told me that purple wouldn't suit a boy."</span></div>
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"Well, let's fix that shall we?" Sirius winked as he
pulled out his wand and gave it a twirl. "Which purple would you like?
Lilac? Mauve? Thistle?"</span></div>
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Lily threw her head back and laughed. </span></div>
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Holly stared at the pile of things sitting on her tiny bed,
the smallest bedroom in Number 4, and then stared at Aunt Petunia who had
crossed her arms and was muttering angrily to herself as she eyed up Holly's
room. It was tiny, barely big enough for the bed and nightstand as well as the
wardrobe - not to mention most of the space was full of Dudley's things that
spilled out of her cousin's bursting room.</span></div>
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"Aunt...Aunt Petunia?" Holly licked her lips and her
aunt focused on the eight year old girl. "Why...why do I have all of
this...stuff?</span></div>
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"But it has come to my attention that outside of school,
which you are lackluster for and we <i>will</i> be correcting that
soon enough, that you are not involved in anything like the other neighborhood
girls are - dance and music and the like." Aunt Petunia glared at Holly as
if it was the little girls fault. "You will do your best, <i>more</i> then
your best, and you will show all those busybody's that you refrained from
participating because you didn't want to make the other girls look bad - you
will do your best or die trying, is that understood girl?"</span></div>
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"Yes Aunt Petunia." Holly nodded slowly, still confused
but understanding that the neighbors had insulted her aunt because she didn't
enroll Holly in things like the other girls were involved in things after
school. "My very best."</span></div>
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Petunia sniffed and turned on her heel, leaving Harry alone with
a pile of things to sort out. Holly pulled at the pile of clothes, sorting them out into piles that Holly could put away later, until they were folded in neat and tidy little stacks. [There was a pile of extremely nice dresses, skirts and blouses as well as a pile of leotards and leggings clearly meant for dance lessons of some kind - there were some other clothing but Holly wasn't exactly sure what they were for.]</span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"> The stack of books turned out to be beginner lessons in both French and Latin as well as several "help" books used for the slower students at Whinging Primary - Holly assumed those were for improving her grades at school. Not that Holly needed help but she hadn't wanted to get in trouble by doing better then Dudley - but she wasn't about to tell her Aunt that; Holly would get into trouble.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"> Holly felt a grin start to creep across her face and she couldn't put a name to the fluttering in her stomach but Holly was sure it was happiness. Because maybe, just maybe, Holly had a chance to have a better life then what she thought - a better life then her Mum, jobless and married to a drunken wastrel according to her aunt, and Holly wanted to be more then what her Mum was really, really badly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #333333;"> </span><span style="color: #333333;"> Holly stared at herself in the mirror and wrinkled her nose at the
picture she made. In a moss-green dress, and matching ribbons pulling her thick
hair back, Holly felt like she looked like a dress-up doll the other girls at
school played with. Not to mention the white stockings made her legs itch and
she barely restrained the urge to scratch at them - Aunt Petunia would be
really made and Harry didn't want to be locked up in her room as a
result. </span></span></div>
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"Aunt...Aunt Petunia?" Holly licked her lips and her
aunt focused on the ten year old girl rather than straightening her own pastel dress
out. "Why do I have to go out there?"</span></div>
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"I'm not fond of you," her Aunt said bluntly. "You
are too much like your mother for my tastes and I swore that when we took you
in I would stamp out that dangerous nonsense since I wasn't about to have an
embarrassment living under my roof like that old bat June has been implying - so
you will go out there, show those busybody's wrong about being an embarrassment
or you will die trying, so help me God, is that clear?"</span></div>
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"Yes Aunt Petunia," Harry nodded rapidly, fearing a
backhand. "Die trying, understood."</span></div>
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"Good," Petunia sniffed and looked Holly over. "You
will not be let back into the house for a week if you fail to preform
adequately."</span></div>
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With that little piece of advice Holly's aunt flounced off, to
take her seat the little girl thought, and left her alone to gather her nerves
before being called out onto stage. She didn't look out past the lights reflecting on the stage, she would get too nervous, until she reached her seat and sat down. Holly took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, before getting her hands into position, her back ramrod straight, and pulled the bow gently against the strings of the cello sitting between her legs. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"> Holly couldn't help her eyes from falling shut as she lost herself in the thrumming music. Out of all the instruments her Aunt made Holly learn to play, the cello was Holly's personal favorite and one that Holly played the most often outside of the piano. [Holly hadn't been sure, not until tonight, but it seemed that Petunia was equally as proud of Holly for being good at the cello, better almost then the piano and violin - Holly wasn't sure why but she wasn't about to question it.]</span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"> It wasn't until her hands stilled, her song played, did Holly's hands stilled and a thundering applause made her eyes fly open to see the people who had come to see her play - and others of course - and stand. Holly barely managed to prop the cello back onto it's stand, the bow back on its own, and bow back with her flushing face.</span></div>
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"Malfoy is a twat," Holly muttered as she waited for
Neville to get done patching up in the hospital wing. "A big self-centered
toadstool."</span></div>
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Ron coughed into his fist to hold in his laugh, mainly failing
from the glare Holly gave him, and Ron turned away to get the urge pushed down.
He had only just got his friendship with Holly back, after he was a complete
and utter prat to her during third year - and Ron wanted to smack himself for
how he acted in forth year - because he let Hermione and Ginny wind him
up. </span></div>
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So to even be talking like this was a gift and Ron wasn't about to
screw it up.</span></div>
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"Oi! Pothead!" Malfoy called as he and his cronies
started down the corridor. "What are you doing around here? So close to
curfew?"</span></div>
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"None of your business Malfoy," Ron scowled at the
blond - he wasn't found of the prick when he was a first year and now that he
was a sixth year he liked the ponce even less. "Piss off."</span></div>
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"Is that anyway to treat a Prefect? Isn't that right
boys?" Malfoy's grin was smug as he puffed out his chest so the Prefect
Badge could still be seen better. "I think that comment deserves five
points, don't you think?"</span></div>
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Ron growled but held his place and his tongue - the one thing he
learned by being with Hermione and Ginny all the time was watching his temper,
loosing control of it was what drove Holly away and Ron wasn't about to do it
again - so he seethed but made no move against the Slytherin. By that point the
door creaked open and Neville slipped out, his arm no-longer broken after his
"fall" down a flight of stairs, but still in a sling with his face
looking like the other sixth year ran into a brick wall.</span></div>
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"Getting more clumsy aren't you Fatbottom?" Malfoy's
cronies laughed and Neville flushed. Ron took a step forward, not willing to
put up with that shite any more when Holly held an arm out and blocked his way,
and Ron stepped back. Holly stepped forward herself until she was almost on top
of Malfoy and Ron watched as the blood in Neville's face drained of color
suddenly. "What do you want Pothead?"</span></div>
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Holly merely smiled serenely before Malfoy was on the ground,
blood gushing from his nose and mouth, and Ron realized that Holly had punched
the slimy git in the face.</span></div>
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"You broke my nose!" Malfoy garbled out and Holly
reached down and pulled the little ponce back to his feet with surprising
strength. "I'll-"</span></div>
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This time Ron saw Holly hit the git, this time in the mouth, and
when he hit the stone floor he didn't try to speak as Holly loomed over him.
Both Crabbe and Goyle, useless lumps they were, didn't move to intercede on
their leader's behalf - even they weren't that stupid to mess with Holly when
she was pissed off.</span></div>
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"I hope I broke your bloody jaw too!" Holly told Malfoy
fiercely as she shook a finger at his curled up position. "And if you
touch or mess with any of my friends like you did with Neville I'll do more
then just break your face!"</span></div>
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With that Holly flipped her hair over her shoulder, like Ron had
scene Hermione and Ginny do when they wanted to make a point, turned on her
heel and start down the corridor towards the dormitory's. Scrambling after her
Ron and Neville hurried to catch up and Ron couldn't wipe the curl of a smile
off his face - he had forgotten how hot Holly's temper ran on a good day. </span></div>
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hadn't changed in the three years Ron was out of her life.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05465980774460329343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-825582645704655780.post-76107759886057635852015-02-15T17:38:00.000-08:002015-02-15T17:38:18.142-08:00The Merchant <span style="font-family: inherit;">Title: The Merchant</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Author: Genna Gray</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Fandom: Inception</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Pairing: Pre Arthur/Eames</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Warning: NA</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> “Screw you Dom,” Arthur hissed into the phone as she watched his God-children giggle to each other in his small backyard, it wasn’t the sprawling one that Mal’s home had but it would sue since it was either this small patch of grass or her condo high-rise downtown. “What the hell did you think I would say?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> <span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;">“Arthur-"</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;">“No, no,” Arthur whispered as he kept a smile on his face so the children wouldn’t hear. or understand that Arthur was upset. “You took off like a coward, a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">guilty</i> coward, and left me holding the bag with Mal’s children – I can’t drop everything just because you say so.” </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;">“Arthur,” Dom’s voice was desperate and panic threaded through it. “I didn’t have a choice then, you know how Mal is!”</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> “Yes,” Arthur’s smiled slipped and he glared at a tree. “I <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">do</i> know how she is – which is why if it wasn’t for the fact you had <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">run</i> you might be a free man right now! It makes you like guilty as fuck </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> Arthur closed his eyes as she restrained the urge to throw his phone across the room in anger, Goddamn Dom, Arthur thought viciously, as he heard his God-children laugh freely in the backyard, goddamn him to hell and back. It was his fault that Arthur was now in this mess as it was - Mallory wouldn't kill herself, it wasn't in her to abandon her children that way, and Arthur was damned sure that Dominic Cobb did something.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> And Arthur was going to protect those children or die trying so help him God.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> "This is what we are going to do Dom," Arthur said pleasantly. "We are going to hang, pretend this never happened, and go our support ways and never interact with one-another again. If you fail to do this not only will I turn over everything I know about you to the cops but I will also burn you bad enough in the Dream Share that you will never get work there again - are we clear?"</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> There was a pause on the phone before Dom hung up on Arthur.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> "I'm glad to see that you do, have a good day Dom." Arthur hung up his phone sharply and wished for a land-line so he could have slammed it off - it would have been more satisfying that way then hitting a tiny chirping button. "That's one problem taken care of."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> And a thousand others left for Arthur to fix up.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> After a moments pause Arthur opened his contacts list and scrolled down until he reached an old classmate of his back in the day and pressed call. He would be upset, Arthur freely admitted since it was ass-crack early back on the east-coast, but time was of the essence and Arthur was running out of time to ensure his Godchildren were safe.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> "It's midnight - someone better be dead and you have been arrested for their murder otherwise I will be the one calling somebody about a dead body." Harvey's sleep-heavy voice was thick but aware - a trait that Arthur always liked having in his lovers, both former and present. "Arthur. What's wrong?"</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> "I need your help and I'm calling in that favor of yours that you owe me." Arthur began with preamble. "Dominic Cobb pulled a runner and I've been left holding the bag in regards to my Godchildren; the Will cannot be found, their care seeking custody all the way from France, and I need a way to ensure they are safe from both Dom and Mallory's parents."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> "Well, now, that is a bit of a problem." Harvey sounded more awake now and Arthur could hear the sheets rustle. "I can tell you that off the bat that even if Cobb comes back, is cleared of Mrs. Cobb's death, that it would be a long-shot if he ever got more then visitation - not unless her parents or you were taken out of the running."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> "My history is clean," Arthur said ignoring Harvey's snort and the soft murmurer of another voice in the background. "This one at least since it's the one I use for the front-of-house work. Mallory's parents...they could cause problems for me - they adore Dom, more then they loved Mallory I think."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> "And you worry that they would take the children, hide them in France and contact Dom to pick them up, and never see them again?" Harvey said and Arthur cleared his throat. "Yes, it's...not the top concern of mine but in my field of work I need to consider every possible outcome - and that's one of them and I can see them doing it."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> "Don't worry about anything and don't do anything stupid." Harvey advised Arthur. "I'll set Michael on the case, he will make damned sure that you'll get full custody without Cobb or Mrs. Cobb's parents getting within two states of them."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> "Thank you," Arthur said gratefully and Harvey laughed, soft and warm, and if it wasn't for the fact that Arthur wasn't into threesomes he would have taken both Harvey and Michael up on their offer years ago to join them. "If there is anything-"</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> "It's fine," Harvey assured Arthur. "Just act normal, don't do anything stupid, and stay in the goddamn country - preferably California but I know you - we will handle the rest of it, no worries."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> “Doctor Darling,” An Asian man in a suit said and Arthur
barely flicked an eyelash as he tucked her book away, the children playing a
scare ten feet away in the sandbox. “I am Saito Yamamoto and I have an offer-“</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> “As I told Dom Saito-san,” Arthur interrupted the man and
waved a hand at Mal’s children. “I have responsibilities right now, if Dom
wanted me back into the field and working for him – he should <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">not</i> have run when the police were coming
to arrest him.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> “I understand,” Saito nodded and gave a glance at the
bench and Arthur nodded his consent. “I do but I think you should hear my offer
out first before saying no.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> “You have,” Arthur glanced at his wrist-watch before
nodding. “Thirty minutes before I take my Godchildren out for lunch – that is
all I can afford to give you and I won’t do more.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Have you heard of Cobal Engineering?” Arthur nodded
cautiously. “Dominic Cobb preformed a job for them, his Architect couldn’t make
the world realistic enough so the Dream did not work as Cobal hoped. He is
currently on the run and I had made him an offer – if he could break Fisher
Industries stranglehold on the green-energy sector I would clean his record and
he could home to his children.”</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;">“<span style="font-family: inherit;">And that concerns me how?” Arthur crossed his legs
amused as James knocked over his sandcastle and began again. “I’ve already done
that much – it took only four months and he refuses to come back for whatever
reason.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> “He fears it will not work, he would be arrested and
placed into jail for the rest of his natural life,” Saito shrugged. “The
actions of a guilty-conscious I can only presume.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> “Yes.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> “He had told me he would need to assemble a team, you
were at the top of his list and when you repeatedly turned him down he did
something rather…foolish.” Saito said and Arthur got a sinking feeling in the
pit of her stomach. “He’s putting pressure on you – he said that you were one
of his <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">crew</i> that he used-"</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> Arthur held up a hand and pinched the bridge of his nose when Saito fell silent. Wasn't it typical of Dom that when he didn't get his way the man threw a fit bad enough to get others in trouble? Arthur had always told Mallory that this was his failing, that it would get him into trouble one-day, and was she <em>sure</em> that Dominic Cobb was the one for her?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> Mallory couldn't help but smile, happy and glowing as a result, and that was all the answer she needed.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> Fuck.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> "I see." Arthur took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. It seems it was up to him to haul Dom's ass out of the fire once again. "I understand. Thank you for the forewarning Saito-san."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> The older man merely bowed his head briefly before turning to watch the two children run about and play in the nearly deserted park. Arthur leaned back against the bench and let his mind wander over his choices - he had precious few right now, not if Cobal was coming after Arthur. [He would have packed up the kids and gone to a safe house but Arthur had lived that life as a child and he wasn't about to do the same for his Godchildren - it was no life for a child.]</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> "I cannot send the children away," Arthur told Saito quietly. "I'm currently in a custody case over them with their grandparents in France - I'm not even supposed to leave the city according to my attorney's."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> "I understand," Saito nodded his hand as he folded his hands on his knee. "Is there nothing...?"</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> "There is something you can do for me," Arthur told the Yakuza Father - in his line of work it would stupid not to. "I will need a protection detail set up for my Godchildren - I do not trust the Miles' to not try something if they thought I wasn't around - and I would owe you a favor."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> "Having the great Arthur owing me a favor?" Saito was surprise, that much Arthur could tell even if it was deeply hidden. "Consider it done. Are you...are you agreeing to work with Cobb? Even after turning him down."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> "Working with him? No. Finding out what exactly happened to Mallory? Oh yes," Arthur grinned, all teeth and darkly pleased, and Saito looked away from that deadly grin. "I'm going to find out what he did to Mallory, depending on what he did either beat him or kill him for it, and then I'm going to ruin him afterwards until not even Mafia would be willing to touch him."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> "Ruin him? For what?"</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> "I don't take cowards and liar well nor will I tolerate back-stabbers," Arthur said. "He threw me under the bus with Cobal - if I had the time to deal with them...since I can't right now I will take my pound of flesh from Cobb, and I <em>will</em> enjoy every last ounce of it while I carve it out of him."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> Arthur was many things but he rarely, if ever, was vindictive but when he was? God help that poor soul because Arthur wouldn't have it in him to be merciful - he wasn't born and raised that way, God bless his parents, and it made it easier for Arthur to move through life as a result. </span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05465980774460329343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-825582645704655780.post-21670450116028691362015-02-15T17:37:00.000-08:002015-02-15T17:37:47.810-08:00Mountains Daughter<br />
Title: Mountains Daughter<br />
Author: Genna Gray<br />
Fandom: Lord of the Rings<br />
Pairing: Nothing as of yet<br />
Warning: Gen<br />
Summary: It has been fifty years since the Battle of the Five Armies and peace hasn't settled as it ought have had. Orcs and Goblins are attacking, the Elves of Mirkwood have closed their boarders to all, in the Shire there has been a rash of kidnappings, and in Gondor Civil War is brewing. It will take a determined Hobbit, a teenage Elf, a lost Man, and a rather curious Dwarf to uncover the dark secret running it all.<br />
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When Sarnwen had been given a mission to preform on her own, tasked to her by her King, she had thought it would have been more grand that what it actually was. Sarnwen had thought it would have involved patrols along the Dol Gor or perhaps one of the spider hunting parties; perhaps joining one of the southern scouting parties towards the Rhuin.<br />
What she wasn't expecting was to be running herbs to Lord Elrond.<br />
But, Sarnwen told herself sternly, they all had to start somewhere. Her Adar was a captain but had spent years out on patrol - he was good enough and valued enough amongst her King's soldiers that he had been allowed to take Sarnwen with him as well.<br />
Her pack was carefully secured to her saddle, the large packets and bottles of herbs, both dry and fresh, were secured and she led her mare through one of her favorite trails out of Mirkwood. Her Adar had warned her of the forest, of its trickery, but Sarnwen had never such problems with it - the forest was very gentle with her and more often then not it showed Sarnwen quicker paths through it.<br />
And how to avoid the spiders that some times traveled in groups. <br />
Sarnwen, even though she kept her guard, was very relaxed in the forest as she calmly walked through thick brush until she reached the flood plains between Mirkwood and the Misty Mountains. It had been an easy trip, only a day or so on foot even with her mare walking, and it gave Sarnwen time to decide on which path through the mountains she could take. <br />
The more obvious one was over the mountain, it was safe for all it could be but it would take much longer then what it needed to be. However, Sarnwen was aware that there was a goblin tunnel that led straight through the mountain - with a possible detour or two through Goblin town - but it would shave at least a week or two worth of her journey to Elrond off.<br />
And it seemed better for Sarnwen to preform her duty quickly and with post-haste.<br />
[And a part of Sarnwen was very curious about Goblin-Town and wanted to explore since the last few times Sarwen and her father had passed by the Misty Mountains they had taken the over-path or had gone around the southern tip near Isengard. So, while Sarnwen was well aware that her Adar would have her ears, she mounted her mare and headed towards the Goblin-tunnel.<br />
What her Adar wouldn't know wouldn't hurt him after all.]<br />
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Narrowing her eyes Sarnwen perched on her tree as she watched the Goblins swarm around several of their bon-fires that they had set up. She hadn't been exactly sure of what the Goblins had planned but it couldn't be anything good when it involved the Shire and "Halflings". Anything involving the Shire was of some importance to Sarnwen, it had been where she had been born after all, and Adar had patrolled that area with some regularity whenever they could.<br />
He said that it took the bravery of a Halfling that had stopped the Arm from completely seizing control over Erebor and most likely Mirkwood; and that if to repay that bravery and kindness meant more patrols along their boarders during the harsh winter months it was the least he could do.<br />
So, yes, when a few of the goblins she had overheard in Goblin Town mentioned moving past the boarders of Bree and more fully into the Shire Sarnwen had followed as that was more important then some herbs to be delivered to Lord Elrond. Which was fine and good but Sarnwen was slightly confused as to the matter of the Goblins.<br />
To invade the Shire, and Hobbits were no pushovers when it came to defending their own, there would need to be a good number of Goblins, at least five or seven hundred, but there were...there were barely fifty, if that much. Sarnwen wasn't sure what game the Goblins were playing out but she was confident that she could take on all fifty Goblins - even in the dead of the night.<br />
Creeping down the tree Sarnwen carefully made her way through the Goblin camp, slipping from shadows to shadows, her bone-knives easily slipping through leather armor and killing her prey instantly as she slowly circled the camps. It was only until Sarnwen couldn't get any closer without waking up the remaining Goblins did she tuck her knives away and slink close enough to reach the fire-pits.<br />
Carefully opening a pouch on her belt Sarnwen tossed in a good handful of brightly colored flowers before moving onto the next fire-pit. By the time she was done Sarnwen was dizzy and sick to her stomach from the clear gas the <em>Ambarlothe </em>produced when heated - the Goblins would surely be dead as a result. <br />
Stumbling to a halt Sarnwen braced a hand on a tree and dry-heaved the contents of her stomach out onto the roots and grass below. The <em>Ambarlothe</em> wasn't deadly in Elves like it was for the other races but it made them incredibly sick and the symptoms got steadily worse with the higher of the intake of the gas.<br />
Stopping to make sure that her stomach was level, the urge to heave was there but Sarnwen could keep it under control, she pushed away from the tree and made her way back to her mare. She would bed down for the night and check on the Goblin camp in the morning, ensuring they were all dead, before making her way to Rivendale where Lord Elrond was waiting for the herbs.<br />
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The forest shrieked a warning but it was seconds too late as something hard and heavy struck Sarnwen in the back of the head, knocking her from her horse to tumble to the ground heavily. The pain was blinding, her whole skull felt like a mountain had dropped on it, and the forest around her didn't help matters as it shrieked and raged.<br />
Rolling onto her side Sarnwen tried to push herself up, hot liquid pouring down the side of her face, but something wide and heavy struck her side and Sarnwen was thrown clear across the footpath she had been using to slam into the tree as her ribs cracked from the force of it. Darkness crawled along her vision and she vagually heard her mare taking off - Sarnwen hoped it would head to Rivendale so the herbs could be delivered - as she shuddered in pain, hands grasping for her bone-knives.<br />
Thick, wide, hands gripped her long braid of hair and ripped her head up. The sun glittered brightly in Sarnwen's face and her eyes slide shut from the piercing light but not before taking in a heavily armored masked face. One of the hands moved from her gripping her braid to wrap around her throat and squeeze down tightly, the other hand slowly winding the braid around its' hand like a chain of rope.<br />
Sarnwen knew, suddenly and terribly, that she was going to die right then and there if she didn't do something. <br />
Her hands, slick was blood, trembled as they slid as they tried to grasp her knives. It took a moment, a precious air-filled moment, to get one of her hands secured, before she pulled the knife free and she shoved the knife blindly up-wards towards the armored face she barely got a glimpse of. There was a rasping inhale as the hand wrapped around her throat tightened until she felt bruises form and the air-way to seal shut on her; her lungs used the last of the air in them and Sarnwen began to panic.<br />
But then, thank Eru and the Stars, the hand let go and a heavy form landed on her.<br />
Sarnwen gasped and panted in the effort to take in more air, body shuddering in the attempts, and she allowed her attack to stay where he was as he slowly bled out as she recovered. She quickly found that both her attacker and his armor were too heavy for her to bare and painstakingly wiggled her way out from underneath the weight.<br />
Freed enough, even though her legs were trapped, Sarnwen laid under the canopy of forest around Rivendale as she tried to make sense of what the trees were telling her. All they did was shriek warning after warning at her, in ways that Sarnwen could understand but she was still fighting off the darkness wanting to drag her under. <br />
A flash of metal out of the corner of her eye made Sarnwen turned but- it was too late. An armored boot kicked her in the head and the darkness attacked from down deep and dragged Sarnwen down with it into the abyss. <br />
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Bilbo was frantic.<br />
There had been as rash of sightings of Orcs in the hills, not quite in the Shire boundery's but close enough that it made most Hobbits nervous. But it wasn't the Orcs' that had Bilbo worried and frantic - it was the glimpse's that both Man and Hobbit's saw of armored figures skulking in the wilde's. It hadn't been cause for concern, not at the start of it, but then the disappearances began to happen whenever there was a sighting.<br />
A sighting near Bree? A few of the residents would be gone the next day. And, at first it was only one or two of the more elderly ones, but then it was the youngers ones in a few more numbers. But now? Now it was children being taken, from their beds even in some cases, and it wasn't just one or two - it was close to a dozen each time.<br />
And anyone who interfered? Well, they were swiftly identified from the pulp of flesh and blood that was left of them. <br />
All help they had didn't seem to work; the Rangers stepped up patrol both in and around the Shire and Gandalf tried his best to track down the armored figures to no luck, even the Elves from Rivendale tried their hand at trying to stem this tide but nothing seemed to work - at least not for long.<br />
It had gotten to the point where Bilbo was tempted to pack up his belongings, his nephew as well, before making his way to Dale or even Erebor at this point - anything, anyplace, would be safer then the Shire and Bilbo did not have it in him to endure another Fell Winter. Bilbo couldn't and he wasn't about to try - he would risk the roads if it meant safety in Dale and Erebor.<br />
Which Bilbo had been planning on purposing to his neighbors, not like they would listen but Bilbo had to try, but then he realized he had not seen Frodo since early that morning. Even though Bilbo told himself he was being silly, that Frodo was safe and sound with his friends, the part of Bilbo that had stepped aside after Erebor's battle knew that something terrible had happened.<br />
When Bell Gamgee had burst into tears when Bilbo had knocked on her door it had only confirmed his worst fears.<br />
"My Samwise," Hamfast said softly as he rubbed Bell's back. "We felt him...the terror he felt..."<br />
"I am so sorry," Bilbo Signed himself. "Is there any preparations...?"<br />
"No, no." Hamfast bit his lip. "We saw what happened when the Brockle's girl was taken...we couldn't...I..."<br />
"Samwise might not be dead?" Bilbo asked shocked and the couple looked away from him. "You...you Cast him and he's not even dead!"<br />
"Don't you go telling me how to treat my children Bilbo Baggins!" Hamfast said as he glared at Bilbo. "None of the children have been found yet so they are probably dead! I won't have this family suffering as a result of it!"<br />
Bilbo huffed and glared back at Hamfast before he turned on his heel and walked off. To think, that they Cast Samwise out, removed him from his family so that they wouldn't have to deal with Samwise's possible death hurting the family Garden. That was no excuse and it clearly showed that Bilbo hadn't known the Gamgee's as well as he thought.<br />
Slamming his door Bilbo stomped his way back to his study and threw himself into his armchair. He stayed there, stewing, until he reached for his pipe and Pipe-weed, then tasked himself in cleaning off his desk. He had maps to look at and Bilbo was going to need the space - there had to be a pattern of the kidnappers on why they were taking children now. <br />
Because Bilbo wasn't going to standby any longer and do nothing - he was going to find those children then take Frodo and Samwise away from the Shire and to Dale. [He would prefer Erebor but he worried that Thorin's banishment would still be upheld even after his death so Dale would probably be his safest bet - if Erebor wouldn't take him he would go south, into Rohan or Gondor if he had to.]<br />
Bilbo had allowed himself to be a Baggins since he had returned from his little adventure but now it was time to dig the Took out again.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05465980774460329343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-825582645704655780.post-2782473597588143102015-02-06T13:58:00.001-08:002015-02-06T13:58:30.752-08:00Weekends Rock!I will tell you why the weekend rocks right now. 1] The Walking Dead comes back after the Mid-Season break this Sunday from 2014, and while I'm still pissed about Beth, I am willing to turn my check to that. So my ass is going to be planted in front of my TV in the pitch-black so I can enjoy myself. And 2] I have a four day weekend. Four. Day. Weekend. You heard that right! I'm off until 10pm Tuesday night and I plan to enjoy all four days of it by marathoning my favorite Walking Dead episodes and John Wick.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05465980774460329343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-825582645704655780.post-46407666693539194752014-12-15T14:50:00.002-08:002014-12-15T14:50:36.345-08:00Debts - Master PostDebts Master Post<br />
<a href="http://thegrayfields.blogspot.com/2014/12/title-debts-author-genna-gray.html" target="_blank">Debts 1/3</a><br />
<a href="http://thegrayfields.blogspot.com/2014/12/debts-2.html" target="_blank">Debts 2/3</a><br />
<a href="http://thegrayfields.blogspot.com/2014/12/debts-33.html" target="_blank">Debts 3/3</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05465980774460329343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-825582645704655780.post-32528075816722169782014-12-15T14:45:00.004-08:002014-12-15T14:45:53.966-08:00Debts (3/3)Title: Debts<br />
Author: Genna Gray<br />
Fandom/Genre: Harry Potter<br />
Relationship[s]: Gen, Pre-slash [Maybe]<br />
Content Rating: MA [Just in-case]<br />
Warnings: Swearing, Flashbacks, Violence<br />
Disclaimer: I will not or plan to make any money off of this, this was written in fun for fun and nothing more.<br />
Summary: Since the end of the Tri-Wizard Tournament Harry has had a lot of time on his hands – between being banished back to the Dursley’s, no contact with his friends of Godfather, and pretty much ignored – Harry stumbles across a key piece of information that could change his entire world.<br />
And piss of most of the Wizarding world.<br />
AN: This was for Rough Trade, June 2014, Boot Camp<br />
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As Sirius took to the stand, swore his Oaths, and calmly breathed as the court-room fell silent.<br />
And he tried, very hard, to not freak out on the stand and ruin whatever it took for Harry to set this trial up.<br />
He was afraid, deathly so, of returning to Azkaban – Shelton said it wasn’t possible, that Harry’s testimony alone prevented it – but Sirius had spent just shy of half his life in that horrible place and he doubted, privately where no-one could get access to, if he would ever not feel like he was still back in Azkaban and the Dementor’s were only a few corridor’s down on patrol.<br />
It was a feeling he had yet to shake since leaving Azkaban, the feeling of being there and the entire prison breathing down his neck; Sirius still shocked himself when he would look in a mirror and see himself, not as healthy or whole as before he went to prison but not that gaunt and skeletal figure he was when Sirius emerged from it.<br />
That morning Sirius made sure to take the time, extra hours even, to ensure that when the trial started he would look nice and presentable – if he was going back to prison Sirius at least wanted to look nice while doing it. His outer robes were a deep purple-black that matched the hair-thin strips of his muggle-suit – and he blamed Harry for getting him into muggle fashion – which was a rather pale gray.<br />
[No-one had to know about the razor-thin dragon-hide inner lining of both the robe and the suit - it wouldn't stop a physical attack but it would turn aside most spells. Sirius had wanted to wear full dragon-hide armor but his Barrister said that it might not be a good idea showing up to court looking dressed for a fight - it was utter tosh to Sirius's mind but he was willing to go along with it.]<br />
“Please state your name for the record.”<br />
“Sirius Orion Black, Lord of the Ancient and Noble House of Black, Earl of Blackmoor, and Baron of Potter.” Sirius said clearly and crossed his legs before drawing on all the legacy the Black’s gave him – he might have hated his family with a burning passion but Sirius could, with little effort, make grown wizard’s cry verbally.<br />
Sirius had full plans to doing so today.<br />
“We are here today due to your conviction, wrongful as some claim and deserved other’s say, this Court body is here to see a verdict proclaiming one to be true – what say you Convict?”<br />
“I will speak the truth and nothing but to any and all questions asked to me on this day,” Sirius raised his chin, much like his Godson did, and stared down the Wizengamont in challenge. “I will vow on my magic, take Veritaserum, and give my entire fortune away if it means the truth will be found out.”<br />
“Very well,” Amelia – and when had little Amy grown up? – cleared her throat and unseal a roll of parchment. “Let the questioning begin – please state your actions on the night of 31st of October fourteen years ago.”<br />
Sirius exhaled shakily, he knew this question was coming, Shelton had warned him that it would but Sirius hadn’t talked about that night since it happened – not even to Harry or Remus, and while Harry, with more understanding in his eyes than most adult’s hadn’t pushed it, Remus had taken to trying to beg Sirius to talk about it or at least some parts of it.<br />
What Remus couldn’t understand was that Sirius couldn’t, it was a burden to carry the knowledge and sight of that night and it was one that wouldn’t lessen or be spared even spoken of – and Sirius didn’t want anyone else to carry it, not Harry, not Remus, and certainly not most of the Wizarding world but if it meant his freedom than Sirius was willing to tell all.<br />
“It was a last-minute mission,” Sirius said after a few minutes, the court-room was so silent you could hear a pin drop. “A missing person, and everyone else was so busy…I wasn’t even suppose to have been in the Auror office, you see, but I was finishing up some paperwork for a previous case and was about to grab some cold-cases for James to work on – he was going stir-crazy being cooped up at Godric’s Hallow – and I thought it would give him something else to focus on.<br />
“Auror Peabody told me as I was leaving that he just needed me to check a few things out, in and out real quick, and I would be done in an hour or two – as much as I wanted to leave and go back to the Hallow it was a direct order and I couldn’t shirk it. So I sent the casework ahead with a note to James and Lily that I was going to be late, to not hold dinner for me but wait before giving Harry his bedtime story.<br />
“It was actually pretty easy,” Sirius shook his head. “In hindsight I could see the case was a diversion to distract and slow me down – the two witness’s had already told me they had been interviewed that day, by Peabody, so I assumed he wanted me to follow-up in-case he missed something. It didn’t occur to me afterwards it was rather strange for him to seek me out but…I assumed since the office was so busy that I was the only free Auror he had on duty at the time.<br />
“But once back at the Ministry did I start to realize something was wrong, the Flooing system was down and the line to the Portkey office’s – there was a problem there, I’ve forgotten what is was to be frank – and the Apparition Point was overloaded as a result so I didn’t get out of there for hours.<br />
“By the time I went through all the check-points to reach the safe-house where James and Lily were it was…I could instantly when I arrived it was already too late.” Sirius’s voice shook and he forced the tremble in his hands to stop. “The house was…it looked like a bomb had gone off, walls missing – the front door alone was a hole…I found James at the foot of the stairs. He was…his body looked it like had been through utter hell – I’ve dueled James before so I known that the duel must have lasted at least an hour or more before he fell.<br />
“The upstairs…it was neat and tidy, like it always was, like Voldemort simply didn’t have to bother to look for Lily and Harry once he was past James – he knew where exactly the nursery was. It…Harry’s nursery looked the same as it ever did but I already knew that it was too late – I could hear Harry half-down the hall crying in his crib.” Sirius laughed shakily and the tears he would shed in his voice. “I wasn’t sure what I would find – either Voldemort waiting for me or dead by Lily’s hand before she died, since if Lily was still alive Harry would have already been soothed.<br />
“L-lily was lying in front of Harry’s crib, I didn’t even- there was nothing I could do for her.” Sirius took a deep breath. “I picked up Harry, he was so upset, and I started to calm him down – Voldemort wasn’t in the room, there was a pile of black robes which I assumed was his. I didn’t- I was leaving, it wasn’t safe to stay there any longer, and I saw-<br />
“I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, it was Peter and he saw me see him and he was Portkeyed away – and-and I knew then, what had happened.” Sirius took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “I knew what happened and when Hagrid come to the scene I passed Harry over to him, told him to take Harry to Alice or even Minerva, and then I took off after Peter.<br />
“Because Peter, that disgusting excuse for a wizard and betrayed our friends to Voldemort – and I was going to kill him for it.”<br />
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After that Sirius detailed his race after Pettigrew and what went wrong in the back alley near the Leaky Cauldron, it was…difficult, Harry could plainly see, for Sirius to talk about what happened after his parents were murdered but it wasn’t as bad as when Sirius talked about finding his parents.<br />
Harry didn’t even know that – he had always assumed Hagrid or someone in Dumbledore’s pocket found him and Sirius came on the scene afterwards – it didn’t occur to Harry that Sirius had been the one to find him.<br />
It made what Sirius suffered, twelve years in a hell-hole manned by demon’s, even more upsetting – the fact that if anyone had thought to do their jobs than Sirius would never have been there that long, would never have spent a day on that cursed island and it infuriated Harry that the only time justice was used or involved if it was against Harry and who cared for him.<br />
Any other time it didn’t occur or was brushed under the rug.<br />
“I see,” Bones cleared her throat. “And how exactly did you know that Peter Pettigrew III was the one to betray Lord and Lady Potter to He-Shall-Not-Be-Named?”<br />
“Because he was the Secret Keeper for Godric’s Hallow,” Sirius licked his lips. “We thought about using Remy, Remus Lupin, but he was on sabbatical and had been for several months and frequently out of contact – James seriously considered me but I told him to use someone else, that it wouldn’t work out with me.”<br />
“And why did you say that? It must have been an honor, you were Lord Potter’s closest of friends and Godfather to his only son and Heir.”<br />
“I was too visible, if you already assumed I was the Secret Keeper it was easy to say Voldemort would guess – I know I’m good, that I could shake any tails and fight my way out of an ambush but I couldn’t be on my guard all the time and- as my mentor once told me, “Every one has a breaking point, true fact and nothing to be ashamed of, but you needed to know what it was so you’ll know how long you’ll last.”<br />
“I know I could last weeks, if not months under Voldemort’s attentions and probably die from my wounds before I reveled the location but I knew if I didn’t die I would – I knew my breaking points and if Voldemort didn’t lose his temper and kill me before I would tell.” Sirius exhaled shakily and Harry’s fists bailed up – he hated that Sirius had to be put on like this, for the world to see. “So I suggested several people and we decided on Peter – I personally wanted Albus Dumbledore to be the Secret Keeper but I was told that it wasn’t possible for various reasons.<br />
“That was the biggest mistake in my life in not pushing the issue a little more otherwise we would have discovered what a traitor Peter was.”<br />
Harry watched, nerves snapping and crackling, as Sirius was questioned by Finnegan and by Bones, both having several feet of parchment and Sirius answer the questions calmly – but Harry could see his temper glittering along his edges as his Godfather was pushed to his limit’s and held there. It was only Shelton’s hand on Harry’s leg under the table that kept Harry in his seat and not jumping to his feet and shouting.<br />
By the time the questioning was done and over with Sirius looked the worse for wear, several dozen member’s of the public had to be escorted out and a wide-range Silencio had been cast onto the Wizengamont after Sirius spoke of the events of Third year – including what Harry said all along about how Fudge ignored his eye-witness testimony about Peter being alive and admitting to betraying his parents.<br />
It was a nice feeling to know the rest of the magical world would know Harry wasn’t a liar.<br />
By the time they closed the questioning, Shelton couldn’t ask pressing questions since – technically – he was Sirius’s lawyer as well as Harry’s and as such couldn’t try to deviate from what they were in court for; and since it seemed to be going well, Shelton had said if it was going in their favor he wouldn’t ask any questions, it would only cause a circular argument and testimony that would drag out and they would lose their momentum.<br />
Harry pushed his thoughts away and focused on Bones when she paused and tapped the large crystal that sat before her; Bones frowned briefly, only once, before standing. “This body in Court requests that, to verify of what Lord Black has said, to be proven True that he be given Veritaserum and re-questioned.”<br />
Harry’s stomach fell out between his feet and Shelton exhaled a hiss of shook – they had hoped for Veritaserum but didn’t plan on it, it had to come either from Pettigrew’s Barrister or from the Wizengamont it’s self for it to be believed.<br />
Harry flicked his eyes up and scanned the assembled Wizengamont – Dumbledore was up there but not clad in his Wizengamont robes since he was, however slight, involved in the proceedings that day, but the look of utter shock on the man’s face, however stifled afterwards made Harry dismiss the old Wizard since if Dumbledore or anyone of his fan’s had been behind it they would have let him know.<br />
Harry’s eyes stopped on a man, a tall one at that, with blonde hair and piercing blue-eyes – he had the look that Malfoy, Draco that was, but not…exactly. Harry assumed a relative or something but something about him…Harry had a good feeling that, despite sitting next to Malfoy’s Dad, that he had been the one to request the use of Veritaserum on Sirius.<br />
The man seemed to feel Harry’s eyes on him as he looked over and, surprisingly, gave Harry slight nod of acknowledgement before looking away. Harry felt his face flush and also turned his eyes from the man to focus on his Godfather – who looked like someone slapped him with a fish right across the face. It was an amusing sight and one Harry didn’t think he would see much of since it was hard to sneak up or surprise Sirius on a good day.<br />
Shelton’s breathing hitched when Sirius was give the Veritaserum and the classical glazed over-eyes of the potion-drinker formed – Harry knew, knew, that after this Sirius was going to walk free today while Pettigrew would be going to prison and Voldemort’s return would be confirmed and the Wizarding World could prepare for him.<br />
Everything was finally coming together and going Harry’s way for a change.<br />
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“This is a good thing,” Shelton told Harry afterwards as the trial was dismissed for the day. “With Sirius’s testimony under Veritaserum today I can argue for Pettigrew to be given it as well – from there, I think – we can prove that Voldemort has returned and in that I can start filing charges against everyone you saw at his re-birth. We’re going to tie his followers up in the court-system for months if I can’t get away with it – years if I can get Bones behind it as well.”<br />
“I think she will,” Harry murmured. “I think she’s on our side, I got that feeling during my testimony today that Bones was sympathetic.”<br />
“That’s good then,” Shelton nodded. “Bones is a fair Auror and a great Head Auror after she took over from Moody – if she believes the evidence than Bones will do her best to get Sirius freed and Pettigrew a trial.”<br />
“Ah!” A voice interrupted the duo’s conversation and Harry barely hid his wince. “Harry, my boy! I was wondering if I could speak to you in private-”<br />
“I am sorry Headmaster Dumbledore but I have need of my client for the rest of the evening – going over tomorrow preparations you understand,” Shelton interrupted Dumbledore before he could start and Harry felt like grinning widely when the twinkle in Dumbledore’s eye faded slightly. “Come along Scion Potter – we have much to do before morning.”<br />
And with that Shelton swept Harry along and into a private Floo that led directly to Shelton’s own home – due to Shelton’s work as a Barrister and the level of confidentiality that was required he maintained two set’s of Goblin War-Wards, one on his home and one on his public office’s – and Harry knew Voldemort himself could spend all day trying to get around or through those wards and it wouldn’t happen.<br />
Hell, Shelton could drop dead and as long as Harry stayed behind the Wards they would stay up and he would be safe from harm from pretty much everything.<br />
And what Shelton said was true, they did have things they needed to go over but by the time supper rolled around at seven they were done and Harry and Shelton went they’re suppurate ways – Harry to the room he had been given to use and Shelton to his office to work a little on his other cases. Settling into his room, just off the second-floor landing, Harry sat on the full-sized bed with a sigh before collapsing on his back.<br />
Harry was glad, so glad, that Ragnarok had taken the time to explain what his titles were and what exactly they meant for Harry – and what Harry could do with them back at the start of summer. [Harry had spent too long ignorant of what exactly his family was to the wizarding world and what they expected back from Harry. It made Harry re-think his future, the time alone Harry spent dealing with what little of his estates he had access to look up a lot of free-time – Harry had full plans on once Sirius was free was dumping the lot onto his Godfather to manage while he himself finished school.<br />
After that, well, Harry would decide then on what he was going to do.<br />
But, Harry grinned up at the ceiling, life was better than it had ever been right now – Sirius was getting his trial, Pettigrew was going to pay for what he did, and if all went well Harry just might not have to return to the Dursley’s ever again. [And if Harry had his way Shelton and he would pick off Voldemort's followers, tying them up legally in court - because most of them were only free because of what they swore to under questioning.<br />
And from Shelton said they were very clearly violating it.]<br />
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Harry was incredibly nervous, this was the moment he had been waiting for, for weeks, and it came out of the blue – the Court had requested a private questioning with Pettigrew with the only additions being Finnegan and Shelton, and while Shelton hadn’t said anything the fairly estatic grin on the Barrister’s face said it all.<br />
They had the case in the bag and Sirius was going to walk free from the court-room without having to worry about being captured and sent back to that hell-hole that was Azkaban.<br />
He was doing all he can to not scream or shout in the hushed court-room as the Wizengamont filed in, and instead of sitting stood in the stands. Which was unusual and Harry was worried, scared for a brief second that they were going to condemn Sirius and send him back and let Pettigrew walk free, but Harry shoved that down and back into the back of his thoughts so he could focus.<br />
“The Court today has come to a verdict in regards to the convicted Lord Black and the accused Baron Pettigrew III – and as such we will give our verdicts now.” Bones said and everyone barring the Wizengamont shifted in place – Harry doubted he could have – it felt like he had turned to stone where he stood. “We have come to the conclusion due to evidence beyond a reasonable doubt that Lord Black was wrongly accused and due to miscommunication was convicted without a trial while the true accused walked free for over thirteen years.<br />
“And during those years caused an untold and an unforseen amount of damage to our Lady Magic with his actions. Therefore this court-body has decreed that the accused, Peter Pettigrew III, is convicted of the murder of Lady Lily Potter, Lord James Potter and attempted murder of Scion Harold Potter on the 31st of October in 1980.” Bones took a deep breath. “And in three months time this body will bring forth a trial against Baron Pettigrew in his actions in regards to Scion Cedric Diggory’s murder, He-Shall-Not-Be-Named’s resurrection, and a list of other charges.<br />
“But that is for another time and place – Lord Sirius Orion Black you have been granted your freedom, hence force you are a free man and as such free to go from this court with a pardon of being wrongly convicted.”<br />
The court-room erupted into a thunderous storm of noise as Sirius put his face into his hands and wept.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05465980774460329343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-825582645704655780.post-83482188536117782772014-12-15T14:44:00.003-08:002014-12-15T14:44:25.832-08:00Debts (2)Title: Debts<br />
Author: Genna Gray<br />
Fandom/Genre: Harry Potter<br />
Relationship[s]: Gen, Pre-slash [Maybe]<br />
Content Rating: MA [Just in-case]<br />
Warnings: Swearing, Flashbacks, Violence<br />
Disclaimer: I will not or plan to make any money off of this, this was written in fun for fun and nothing more.<br />
Summary: Since the end of the Tri-Wizard Tournament Harry has had a lot of time on his hands – between being banished back to the Dursley’s, no contact with his friends of Godfather, and pretty much ignored – Harry stumbles across a key piece of information that could change his entire world.<br />
And piss of most of the Wizarding world.<br />
AN: This was for Rough Trade, June 2014, Boot Camp<br />
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“Thank you Mister Potter,” Bones said gently after Harry was finished speaking about the events’ only a few months prior in the graveyard and how exactly Harry ended up there in the first place – namely Crouch Jr. pretending to be Moody. “I understand that this must be hard for you to speak of, considering, but I thank you for speaking today before the Court on such a difficult subject.”<br />
“Yes, ma’am.” Harry nodded and licked his lips’ – he really wanted to have a sip of water but Harry didn’t dare ask for it. “After that I haven’t seen either one of them until this trial.”<br />
“I see,” There was rustling in the large Court-room as the various witches and wizards shifted. “As much as I have questions I seek to be answered about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named this is not the time nor the place for that – as such I thank you for your time and to please step down Mister Potter.”<br />
And the Court-room exploded into shouting and shrieks about what Harry said about the last time Harry saw Pettigrew – when he helped raised Voldemort from the dead. Bones looked annoyed by that and tried to reign in the court but it didn’t work and, if anything, it got louder and the shouting became just pure noise.<br />
For a brief moment Harry did feel sorry but not enough to stop – Shelton didn’t have an opinion one way or another but he had advised Harry that if he wanted the truth from that night to be known that Harry needed to be in court and under either the strongest of Truth-spell’s or dosed with Veritaserum.<br />
Since Harry doubted he would be back in court for any reason after freeing Sirius and sentencing Pettigrew Harry decided to let slip about Voldemort being back – in the interest’s of the court so that they knew what type of a Wizard Pettigrew was, helping raise a Dark Lord from the dead.<br />
The look on Dumbledore’s face when Harry began speaking of the Tri-Wizard Tournament was priceless – the old Wizard knew where exactly Harry’s testamony was going and it wasn’t going as where Dumbledore wanted.<br />
Anything that pissed Dumbledore off was good in Harry’s books, as petty as it seemed, but Harry couldn’t do much currently against Dumbledore – not as a Scion and Heir Apperent – but what little Harry could do Harry was going to do and enjoy every moment of it. That stealing old bastard would get what was coming to him once Harry was officially a Lord of an Ancient and Noble House – Sirius, once he was free and finally got the medical attention he needed, would probably join in.<br />
What little Ragnarok had on Dumbledore, at least in regards to Harry, only made Harry privately think that this wasn’t the first time the old Wizard had done this – to hide orphans away or give them away and then steal from them after placing himself as “guardian”. In Harry’s case alone it was too smooth, to neat, to not have been done before – at least as practice for Harry.<br />
Ragnarok, angry and wrathful, could do no more than flag all accounts that Dumbledore’s name was attached to and observe the old Wizard more closely than a nesting dragonness with her first clutch – which is to say, very close.<br />
Harry was perfectly willing to wage war on two sides if it meant that the enemy’s of his House were punished or dead by the time he was of Age so Harry could live his life fully and without worry from that point forward until he was old or whenever he died.<br />
Frankly both Voldemort and Dumbledore wouldn’t be that hard to beat – they both had different weakness’s that Harry knew and knew how to hit hard. Dumbledore’s image of a leader, Leader of the Light, was his biggest weakness and strength – freeing Sirius meant it would take a hit because, in the interview Harry already set up after the court-trial, Harry had full plans to do the woe-is-me angle in regards to Sirius.<br />
Because if Dumbledore was willing to bend all the rules to see Death Eater’s given a trial but did nothing when one of his key fighter’s were accused and stood by as Sirius’s rights as a basic Wizard were denied to him?<br />
That would get tongues talking and the doubts to start, the rumors alone that would fly made Harry’s little Slytherin heart beat fast – it wouldn’t take much after that, a few statements here or there a few weeks after that initial interview, before Dumbledore would be investigated himself.<br />
[Harry had high hopes that Dumbledore wouldn't even be Headmaster by the time Christmas break was over - Harry would have prefered sooner but Shelton said to not get his hopes up and for Harry to plan for the worst case senario.]<br />
Voldemort wouldn’t be a problem by the time summer rolled around next year if Harry had anything to do it – Shelton was sure that if Sirius could get his freedom from this court-case and Pettigrew sentenced to Azkaban, and if Harry could knock out some of Voldemort’s key player’s through the court-system, then Shelton was sure that the remaining Death Eater’s would either jump ship and flee to other countries or turn themselves in for a lesser punishment.<br />
Because Oath-Breakers were the worst sort and Magic Herself had a way of punishing them even worse ways the Wizarding world could ever think of – Harry was hoping once that little rumor circled through Voldemort’s ranks that they would start to break down so Voldemort would be left with as little aid as he could get as possible from his servent’s.<br />
Voldemort would still be a problem of course, Shelton had warned – as had Ragnarok when Harry told them of what he planned – but Harry wasn’t stupid, Voldemort would always be a problem until the day he died – again – and stayed dead this time with no take-back’s and re-do’s like Pettigrew gave Voldemort a few months ago.<br />
Which Harry had plans for but as long as his Death Eater’s were being put back into prison, properly this time, Harry could bide his time and train until he could face Voldemort when he was older and better equipped this time to deal with Voldemort.<br />
Harry wasn’t stupid – he had always known since First Year it would always come down to him or Voldemort in the end.<br />
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“I will have order in this court!” Bones shouted after she cast a Silencio onto the jam-packed court-room and the silence was deafening. “Order! The first witch or wizard to break this spell and speak when I have not speak to you will be cast into the Auror holding cells for two months! Do I make myself clear?”<br />
No-one spoke up – either as a result from the spell or the result of the rather impressive threat.<br />
“Good,” Bones nodded and flicked her wand. “Now, it’s gone past lunch as is and I for one am calling for a recess at this time and to resume in two hours – aye or nay?”<br />
Harry was rather surprised to see that most of the Wizengamont voted for the break – he would have thought they wanted to hurry Sirius’s trial up so…Harry wasn’t sure where he stood now but he hoped it was good. Bones nodded and stood up, the Wizengamont followed suit and followed Bones out of the private chambers through their entrances in the back of the boxes.<br />
“This is a good thing,” Shelton told Harry quietly as they waited for the public stands to empty, they also watched as both Sirius and Pettigrew were taken back into custody – Harry was grateful to see that Moody was in-charge of Sirius. [As much as it unnerved Harry to have been taught for possibly a year by a Death Eater, Moody was the best of the best for a reason.] “It gives me more time to prepare for what Pettigrew’s attorney will say or try to turn back onto Lord Black – I think we have a chance here.”<br />
“Good,” Harry nodded. “Is there anyone they will call to the stand?”<br />
“Some of the Weasley’s maybe – possibly you again but I don’t think so.” Shelton smiled at Harry. “You’ve already proven truthful under some of the strongest Truth-spells available that the MInistry uses – they wouldn’t dare, not if they want to win.”<br />
“And if they did?”<br />
“Ask for Veritaserum – the strongest truth-potion out there and there is no way around it – it would make them back off.”<br />
“Are you sure?” Harry asked doubtfully – he really did doubt that a simple potion would make much of a difference.<br />
“Yes,” Shelton told Harry. “Because if they force the issue and use Veritaserum on you then you have the right to ask that both Lord Black and Pettigrew to also be given it as well.”<br />
“Oh.” Harry bit his lip as Shelton stood and herded him out of the court-room. “Can’t you request it or something? It would solved all of our problems.”<br />
“With you, no. With Lord Black…” Shelton hummed. “Maybe, I will think that over during the recess and if Lord Black is called to the stand to give testimony than I will request Veritaserum be used.”<br />
“Bones would do it.” Harry said as he thought about the older woman. “I think she’s on our side.”<br />
“She was friends with Sirius back in school,” Remus said quietly and nodded at Shelton. “Leon.”<br />
“Remus,” Shelton nodded back before stepping away. “I leave Harry in your care until the recess is over – there’s some things I need to go over for the remaining part of the trial. Just make sure he’s back here on time before the recess is over.”<br />
“We won’t be leaving the Ministry,” Remus reassured Shelton as Harry tucked himself into the werewolf’s side. “We’re only going up to the cafe-level were the food-stalls are stationed before coming right back down.”<br />
Shelton nodded and disappeared into the crowd as Remus led Harry down a side corridor to an elevator. The ride was bumpy and jarring and Harry doubted he would ever get used to it – frankly Harry didn’t want to ever set foot back inside of the Ministry again.<br />
[It was for both personal reasons and a little bit of professional - Ragnarok had said that, although they couldn't prove anything, that it was more than likely the Ministry had looked the other way when Dumbledore didn't even force the issue about Sirius's trial. They, Shelton and Ragnarok, couldn't actually prove or verify that Dumbledore pushed to not have a trial but the connections could be made.<br />
Not to mention how useless the MInistry actually was - Harry had years worth of law and estate books and tax regulation update's to go over and so far Harry had found that the Ministry was an actually useless government that was run by pureblood's as their own private club. One of the reasons, Shelton had said when Harry raised his concerns, was why most of the Death Eater's walked free - unless it was a public trial, which the Ministry was required by law to do with a select number of cases each term, the Ministry held private ones and on "extraordinary" new evidence the Death Eater walked free.<br />
And promptly donated quite the bit of gold to the Ministry - an obvious fee paid for services rendered.]<br />
“She was in Hufflepuff, our year.” Remus told Harry once they got off and picked a stall to wait in line at. “She was Sirius’s partner in Runes – never tolerated his games and pranks, always caught him at it and made him pay for it.”<br />
“I didn’t know Sirius took Runes.”<br />
“Runes and Arithmancy – Sirius couldn’t stand Divination and hated most animals so Creatures were out, and we spent so much time in the muggle-world each summer that Muggle Studies never appealed.” Remus said with a soft smile. “I shared Runes with him and Lily, I would have taken Creatures but…”<br />
“They could sense it, couldn’t they? Your wolf?” Harry asked discretely and Remus nodded briefly. “Yes, and I have always been interested in the theory’s behind Divination…”<br />
“What about Mum? And Dad?”<br />
“Let’s see – James took Creatures of course, along with Muggle-Studies, he said it would be an easy course and that was James, always looking for an easier way of things.” Remus hummed under his breath. “Lily…Lily was always an over archiver – took as many courses she could get away with and did the rest as independent studies.”<br />
“Like Hermione?” Harry asked curiously and Remus laughed softly. “No, not exactly. Lily took both Runes and Arithmancy – but took the rest on her own time outside of school. Which, considering she was both Prefect and Head Girl during her school years – as well as running several clubs – was quite a feat.”<br />
“I didn’t know that…” Harry frowned slightly as their turn was called. After ordering fish and chips, Harry was hungry but didn’t want anything too heavy, Remus and Harry took a seat off to the side of the large food-court and tucked in. “Not many people talk to me about Mum – only Dad.”<br />
“Well,” Remus looked uncomfortable as he fiddled with his tea. “Not many of Lily’s friends survived the First War – she was very close to Artemus Heartsong and Alice Diggory as well as Colleen Daivs and Edith Abbot.”<br />
“Luna and Neville’s Mum’s.” Harry said as he recognized the some of the names. “I think there’s an Abbot in Hufflepuff and a David is Slytherin.”<br />
“Yes, Tracey Davis is Colleen’s daughter and Hannah is Edie’s daughter.” Remus sighed. “Artemus and Edie died – a potion accident oddly enough shortly after the War ended. Colleen died during birth, Tracey’s youngest brother I think, and Alice…”<br />
“Neville’s told me.” Harry said softly as he picked at his meal. “Did you know Mum very well?”<br />
“Not so much,” Remus smiled wryly. “I was all wrapped up in your Dad and Sirius, I rarely interacted with Lily until after she married James but that was when the war picked up so we kind of…”<br />
“Lost contact.” Harry continued softly.<br />
Both men let the subject drop and turned their attention back to their meals. Before long Remus was herding Harry back down to the court-room and the milled outside of it; Remus spent the time messing around with his pockets while Harry stared at the wall and mentally prepared himself for the second half of the trial – Shelton had said it all went well with Harry’s testimony he would put Sirius up the stand, from there the case would pretty much be over and Sirius would be a free man.<br />
Whether or not Pettigrew would get the kiss or life in Azkaban was something different.<br />
[Harry personally wanted Pettigrew, that traitorous rat, to get the Kiss - it might be a bit cold or blood-thirsty but Harry had studied a lot when it came time to prep for Sirius's trial and knew that Pettigrew would probably get life in Azkaban but would be right back out on the street when Voldemort freed him - through legal activities via Malfoy's Dad.<br />
Shelton had said he would push for the Kiss but for Harry to not get his hopes up.]<br />
“There you are,” Shelton said once the two hours were nearly up and guided Harry back into the court-room. “As soon as Bones and the rest of the Wizengamont comes back I’m going to push to get Lord Black up on the stand – it should nip this straight in the bud.”<br />
“What about Pettigrew?”<br />
Shelton hesitated and sighed. “Honestly Harry? I don’t think that’s going to happen, not unless the court or Bones pushes for it – I know his Barrister won’t put him on the stand, Finnegan knows full well that I or Bones would shove Veritaserum down his throat and then the trial would be over.”<br />
“So Pettigrew won’t be able to testify about what happened in the graveyard?” Harry asked and Shelton shook his head. Harry sighed, frustrated and pissed off, but understood. “Thanks.”<br />
Shelton and Harry had agreed that the goal was to get Sirius free and Pettigrew either Kissed or put into Azkaban – getting testimony outside of Harry’s about Voldemort’s return would be a bonus and a long-shot at best. Shelton had believed Harry, point-blank, when Harry told him what happened, and agreed that the knowledge that Voldemort returned needed to be widely known and collaborated by at least one if not three Death Eaters.<br />
And Pettigrew would be a good place to start – if they could get him up on the stand.<br />
“Order!” Bones banged her gavel and glared out at the stands, both of the Wizangamont and at the public’s, before clearing her throat. “We are back from are recess and, after speaking with my colleague’s have decided that it would suit the Court’s interest if we were to get a first hand account of that tragic night-”<br />
Harry held his breath and clenched his hands tightly under the table. Maybe…<br />
“-the Court will call Lord Sirius Orion Black to the stand!”Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05465980774460329343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-825582645704655780.post-4357871207202993242014-12-15T14:32:00.000-08:002014-12-15T14:42:27.347-08:00Debts (1)Title: Debts<br />
Author: Genna Gray<br />
Fandom/Genre: Harry Potter<br />
Relationship[s]: Gen, Pre-slash [Maybe]<br />
Content Rating: MA [Just in-case]<br />
Warnings: Swearing, Flashbacks, Violence<br />
Disclaimer: I will not or plan to make any money off of this, this was written in fun for fun and nothing more.<br />
Summary: Since the end of the Tri-Wizard Tournament Harry has had a lot of time on his hands – between being banished back to the Dursley’s, no contact with his friends of Godfather, and pretty much ignored – Harry stumbles across a key piece of information that could change his entire world.<br />
And piss of most of the Wizarding world.<br />
AN: This was for Rough Trade, June 2014, Boot Camp<br />
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“We are here today,” Amelia Bones, Head Auror, said solemnly in the packed and deathly silent court-room. “Is to over-see and judge two men – no-more and no-less. And I will have quiet in my court-room or I will force to expel you – is this understood?”<br />
The entire auditorium was dead silence despite the fact that there were a few hundred witches and wizards in attendance. Harry swallowed nervously and wiped the palms of his hands against his jeans to get rid of the sweat – everything was riding on this one moment, this one trial, and Harry couldn’t afford to have it all screwed up because of nerves.<br />
Taking a deep breath Harry focused on his breathing, shutting everything else out until it faded away, only when the shaking in his hands stopped did Harry let everything tune back in. Feeling better, still shaky and somewhat scared – which was silly considering what Harry had faced in his life, Harry focused on the judge, Bones, and started to pay attention.<br />
They were still at the announcement phase of things, Harry didn’t need to pay attention to that since it wasn’t that important in the long run – he already knew what was being said any-way since Harry had been the one to hand over all the other information he had. So, instead, Harry focused on the people around him and their reactions.<br />
Most of the people in the court-room Harry didn’t recognize but he could easily divide the room into three camps from who they were sitting with alone. Anyone sitting with Malfoy and his cronies, the adult versions of Harry’s own class-mates, Harry knew were here on Voldemort’s orders to spy and report what exactly was going on and how Harry acted. [Harry couldn't resist shooting Malfoy a challenging look - because if this went the way Harry hoped then it was going to be Malfoy's turn next.]<br />
The second camp was obviously those sitting next to Dumbledore and those next to the Weasley’s – Harry flashed a nervous looking Ginny a smile and she tentatively smiled back at him – and Harry outright ignored Dumbledore’s sad and disapproving frown. What was happening now was utterly and completely Dumbledore’s fault – he couldn’t be rat-arsed enough to insist on a trial in the first place but raised all sorts of hell for Voldemort’s flunky’s.<br />
Harry was going to clean up Dumbledore’s mess’ and it was going to start with Sirius first.<br />
“I have looked over all the evidence, talked with all the parties involved, and have come to my own conclusion,” Bones began after rattling her gavel. “But according to Ministry law the accused and convicted deserve to have a trial judged by their peer’s – thus we have assembled the Wizengamot for this purpose. We will begin with our first witness – Harry Potter.”<br />
Harry closed his eyes briefly before opening them and made his way to the stand, an overly large chair with chains that were faintly rattling when he approached it and sat down. Harry took out his wand and laid it down in front of him, the Potter Athame and the Potter Scion ring joined his wand – it was an old but pointless ritual in Harry’s mind but to anyone in attendance it showed that Harry was leaving himself bare of all things important – magic, life, and honor – so that the truth could be told and only the truth.<br />
Feeling all the truth-spells settle on him, like a slimy slick pond-scrum, Harry resisted the urge to fidget as he was sworn in. Harry raised his chin when Bones leaned forward to look at him over her glasses before speaking, “This is a serious matter that you have brought before the court – as such it is taken seriously, as is you, and I will not allow any games to be played here in any form or fashion.”<br />
“Yes ma’am,” Harry said softly and nodded. “I’m not playing games and I understand that this is a serious matter – I wouldn’t waste this court, any court’s time if I wasn’t.”<br />
“See that you do,” Bones shuffled some parchment around before clearing her throat. “Explain to us, to the court how you know both of the accused and convicted?”<br />
Harry knew this was coming and mentally sorted his thoughts out briefly before speaking of his third year and the circumstances that went on – everything from being warned about Sirius Black by Mister Weasley up to when the Dementor’s tried to take his Godfather’s soul and the Patronus that he called forth. Harry left nothing out, he couldn’t, and it was one of the key pieces of information that Barrister Shelton had told Harry – to tell the truth and nothing but even if it hurt or was embarrassing, to not dodge or dance around a question verbally, and to not lose his temper.<br />
If Harry could do all three things that Barrister Shelton said that they had a chance.<br />
Harry only stopped talking when he was done describing the escape of Sirius from Hogwarts – his full and total involvement, as well as Hermione’s – and while Harry felt a little bit bad for it, he didn’t care. Not really. Not since none of his friends had been bothered to contact or write to him up until yesterday when the notices for the trials came out – and while Harry could excuse Ron for not trying, Harry couldn’t give Hermione the same. The girl was born and raised in the muggle-world, just like Harry was, and she knew his physical address – it wouldn’t have taken much to mail a letter through muggle-post.<br />
“Order! I will have order!” Bones shouted to calm the mutters and mumbles that had started nearly soon as Harry first started speaking and continued through his entire testimony. “Is this how you became aware of the accused Mister Potter?”<br />
“Yes ma’am,” Harry nodded and held his hands tightly in his lap to hide how the shakes had started up again. “That’s when I first learned more about the circumstances surrounding my parents death and who caused it – but I met them both later on the next year, last year.”<br />
“And what exactly were those circumstances?” Bones arched a brow and something in Harry’s stomach relaxed. He didn’t know how or why but Harry just knew that Bones was on his side of things and was trying her best to give Sirius a fair trial. “Can you tell the court of all the interactions you have had with the accused and convicted since then? Up until this court-session today?”<br />
Harry nodded, he licked his lips and pushed the court-room from his mind and began speaking again.<br />
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Harry wanted to be clear about this, extremely clear, that it wasn’t Hermione’s idea in any way, shape or form – that this was something Harry had come up with on his own without any help whatsoever from anybody.<br />
It was just- Harry had a lot of time on his hands after the end of Forth year, between nightmares about Cedric’s death and then what happened during the ritual afterwards that allowed Voldemort to rise again…after the third time his uncle smacked him around for waking up Number 4 with his screams Harry learned to doze during what little sleep he did get and spent the rest of the time awake.<br />
And there was only so many times Harry could do and re-do his homework when he wasn’t being worked to the bone with summer chores. So Harry spent most of his nights reading his textbooks – at first skimming them, looking for something interesting to read, but then in-depth from cover to cover and that was where Harry stumbled across something that was very interesting.<br />
Harry might not have been allowed to contact his friends but that didn’t mean Harry couldn’t send a few letter’s off. A few days later the faint idea that had taken root in Harry’s mind came together and Harry had to plan what he was about to do very carefully since one mistake, one wrong move would ruin anything and Harry would never have the same chance again.<br />
So Harry waited, and waited, and waited some more until he had memorized his watcher’s schedule down to nearly the exact second they switched off – Mundungus Fletcher always showed up for shift but always left ten minutes afterwards for the rest of it. He didn’t show back up again until ten minutes before the switch had to occur again and Tonks took over – who was always a bit late to her shift. This little break only granted Harry four hours all told – from the time Fletcher disappeared until he reappeared again – and Harry needed to make those hours count.<br />
The hours leading up to his escape Harry did nothing differently – he did his chores, ate his extremely meager meal, and read a book. But that didn’t mean Harry wasn’t prepared; his Invisibility Cloak was stuffed under his pillow along with the make-shift rope-ladder Harry had constructed out of old sheet’s, and his key to his vault was stuffed into his pocket. As soon as Fletcher was gone Harry was going out the window and making a run for the playground several blocks over – it was the only way to get out of range in-case he was being monitored for magic use.<br />
Harry had been sure if summoning the Knight Bus would have been considered using magic or which alarms would be set off if it was so Harry wasn’t about to risk it.<br />
Hearing the back-firing of a car, Harry flicked his eyes up to stare at the side-walk across from Number 4 in time to get a glimpse of two shimmer’s before another back-fire. Harry looked back down at his book hurriedly as he waited for Fletcher to leave, his heart pounding away in his chest, and his muscles locked up tight like a slowly tightening coil of tension.<br />
If he was wrong, if Fletcher switched shift’s…<br />
The sound of the back-fire wasn’t even as loud as before but it still made Harry jump in his seat anyway and have his heart skip a beat.<br />
“Merlin,” Harry cursed softly under his breath and rubbed at his chest to calm his heart down. Knowing he was wasting time Harry threw his book onto his bed and leaned forward to push open his bedroom window; Harry reached under his pillow and secured the end of the rope to his be before tossing the end of it out the window. His cloak was tossed over his shoulder and Harry was climbing out the window before he could talk himself out of it.<br />
It was only twenty-feet, Harry told himself as he gripped the rope, he had fallen from father off his broom with no problems. Telling himself that didn’t make the twenty-feet seem any closer so Harry took a deep breath, held the rope even tighter and pushed off from the sill. It was like flying, for a brief moment when Harry felt weightless, before gravity kicked in and he slide down the rope. Landing in a sprawl along the base of the house Harry was winded enough it took a couple of seconds to get his breath back.<br />
But once Harry did he was up on his feet and jogging for the playground – he was on a time-table and he was a bit behind.<br />
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Harry kept the Invisibility Cloak on his entire journey to Diagon Alley – he didn’t want to run the risk of anyone looking at him and taking a closer look. Harry slipped off the Knight Bus and hurriedly went into the Leaky Cauldron, it was easy to slip through the thick crowds’ of people until he reached the back alley where he pulled out his wand and tapped the third brick above the bins.<br />
Even before the bricks were pulling fully away Harry was slipping through between them and rushing down the deserted cobble-way. His mental time-table showed that Harry was behind, like really behind, schedule and Harry needed to make up the difference somehow in someway. The large marbled doors of Gringott’s was easy to spot and slip into for Harry, he made sure to glance around to see how crowded it was before pulling off his Invisibility Cloak – it seemed rude to do banking invisble regardless of how much Harry needed to not be seen but with how deserted the bank was Harry was willing to risk it.<br />
“Hello,” Harry told the Goblin teller when he was called up. “I need to visit my vault please and than place an order for specialty parchment-paper that Gringott’s provides.”<br />
“Key.”<br />
Harry slide his key across the desk and the teller, a pale fleshy-colored goblin, examined the key before looking Harry over with a nod. Soon they were down at his vault and Harry opened the small sack Harry had and piled in as much Galleon’s as it could carry – Harry wasn’t about to do this half-assed and get himself into trouble if he couldn’t afford to fund this venture. When the sack was buldging did Harry stop and leave his vault; the goblin, Riptide, escorted Harry back up to the main-floor where they settled in front of his desk.<br />
“Which type of parchment-paper can Gringott’s provide for you today Master Potter? Be warned – it’s very costly and the price is for one sheet and only one sheet.” Riptide warned and Harry nodded. “Yes sir. I need Portkey-paper and an Entrapment Envelop.”<br />
Riptide arched a brow and folded his hands on his desk. “I see. Might I ask for what use are you putting these enchantment’s to? It will not help you catch your enemy Master Potter – Scion Slytherin is much too sly for that.”<br />
“Not him,” Harry exhaled slowly and knew he had to tell part of his plan otherwise he wasn’t going to be able to walk out of Gringott’s with what he needed. “One of his minions – Peter Pettigrew III. I need him to clear my Godfather’s name and if it goes well…Voldemort won’t have many minions left to him by the time I’m done.”<br />
“Peter Pettigrew III is a dead-wizard Master Potter,” Riptide said. “ANd Necromancy is highly illigal here in Britain.”<br />
“No, he’s not.” Harry corrected. “I saw him, Pettigrew, at the end of my third year, last year, and again when Voldemort was reborn again just two months ago.”<br />
Riptide stilled and frowned at Harry. “Will you be willing to swear this under magic Master Potter? Swear that what you speak of is true?”<br />
“I know it’s true and I will swear under or on anything you would like.” Harry raised his chin. “I saw something foul and evil in that graveyard – I’ve been unable to do anything about it and if what I think is true I believe, I know, I can cut Voldemort off at the knee’s before he can cause problems for the wizarding-world again.”<br />
Riptide cocked his head and nodded before standing up. “Follow me Master Potter – I do think you can answer some questions for us, that had been plaguing us for quite some time now.”<br />
Harry was confused and twitchy with the mental cloak inside of his head ticking down but followed after the goblin – Harry wasn’t sure what was going on or what was going to happen but if it helped his plans to get Sirius pardoned then Harry was willing to risk being not found at the Dursley’s, willing to risk all kinds of trouble he was going to get into if it meant his Godfather’s freedom. Harry was led down a maze of twisting halls and corridor’s until Harry was completely and utterly lost – he doubted he could find his way back out again – when they finally came to a large golden-door guarded by two of the most armed goblins Harry had ever seen before in his life.<br />
Riptide said something in their langauge, vagually German-ish to Harry’s ears, before the doors opened and they were shown into a large office. It was currently empty but the duo crossed the room and waited in front of the desk; Harry wanted to say something or sit down but something warned Harry it would be a bad idea to do either one so he stood there, fidgeting slightly, until a side door opened and one of the most odd goblins entered the room. He looked to be both the oldest and the youngest goblin Harry had ever seen before and there was something…Harry couldn’t put his finger on it but the goblin seemed different to Riptide.<br />
Riptide and the unknown goblin spoke quietly but quickly before the other goblin nodded and clearly dismissed Riptide from the room.<br />
“Master Potter,” The goblin said as he looked over his glasses at Harry. “Take a seat – Riptide say’s you hold key information that will benefit us.”<br />
“Um, yes sir?” Harry said as he sat down. “That is, I’m not sure, I just-”<br />
“Yes, Riptide has explained on why you came to our bank in the middle of the night, carrying the Invisiblity Cloak, and seeking items that are highly illigal for a boy your age to pocess.” The goblin lifted a brow. “And you seek to summon a dead-man to free the murderer of your parents – is this so far correct?”<br />
“Ah, yes sir.” Harry quietly said as he rubbed his fingers together nervously. “But it’s true!”<br />
“Yes, so you’ve said before.” The goblin gave Harry a serious look. “If you are telling the truth then swear to me on your magic, under penalty of loosing it for as long as you live, and tell me what you told my teller.”<br />
Harry, not seeing any other option, took out his wand and swore on his magic before repeating what he told Riptide. Afterwards the goblin leaned back in his heat and folded his hands on his desk, “I see.”<br />
Harry wasn’t exactly sure what he was expecting but an “I see” wasn’t it – to be frank he was getting a little angry that his time was being wasted like this – Harry still had a few things left to do before getting back to the Dursley’s before anyone noticed he was missing and that time-frame was rapidly desolving. Harry opened his mouth; to swear, say something, even shout – but the goblin simply held up a hand and rang this tiny little bell on his desk. Immeadately an armed goblin entered and the goblin spoke to him briefly before the armored goblin left.<br />
Soon after a thick file appeared on the goblins desk and the goblin cleared his throat. “I am sure you have many questions Master Potter but I have one question I need to ask you before the remaining time of your sworn-magic runs out – have you ever been contacted by Gringott’s and/or contacted Gringott’s yourself either personally or by letter since your conception nearly fifteen years ago?”<br />
“No,” Harry said slowly. “No, I wasn’t even aware of magic until I was eleven years-old and I’ve only been able to visit the bank twice – initially before my first year and then right before my third year when I spent the summer in the Alley.”<br />
The goblin nodded calmly and then proceded to swear in what Harry was privately calling Goblish for several minutes – Harry was also sure if it had been in English he would have blushed. The goblin snapped his fingers and a tea-set appeared, gleaming brass and bronze, and poured two cups of steaming tea – an heavy crystal decanter was also opened and the goblin liberally topped off his own cup before speaking.<br />
“I am Ragnarok, Head of this bank, and I fear that we both have been duped.” The goblin, Ragnarok, said as Harry took his cup and sipped on the tea – which tasted like dirty socks but Harry was to polite to spit it back out and vowed to only sip every once in a while as not to poison himself. “Tell me Master Potter, do you have any idea of your family history?”<br />
“Urm,” Harry paused in lowering his cup. “Killing…Voldemort when I was a baby?”<br />
Ragnarok sighed and bared his sharp teeth at Harry – who hoped it was a goblin version of a smile – before placing his own cup aside and opening up the thick file in front of him. “Since it is clear that your guardian’s have completely and utterly failed to instruct you in the proper way of things it falls to me to give you a rough overview of things – I fear we will not have much time before your magical guardian discovers you missing and try’s to take you forceable from my bank.”<br />
“Right,” Harry nodded before pausing. “Wait, isn’t the Dursley’s my guardians? For both the muggle and the magical stuff?”<br />
“Not quite.” Ragnarok snarled softly. “Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore is your magical guardian and he had assured us – with extensive proof – that you had no interest in your family estate’s and money’s, as well as the Lordship titles, otherwise I would have gained an audience with you at eleven years ago and strightened this all out.”<br />
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