Chapter 12: Letters

Harry hummed a little as he sat next to Fred and George in the library. The two were currently hovering over opposite books, with concentrated frowns on their faces. He leaned his head on his fist, watching them with an amused look.

"Whatcha looking at?" He hummed.

"Creature inheritances." Fred's frown turned to a scowl.

"The study was banned-" George looked up, eyes narrowed.

"When the Creature laws-"

"Came into play, which-"

"Only shows the horror-"

"The idiocy of-"

"Dumbledore and his ways." The two finished off together, huffing a little.

Harry hummed, piercing his lips. Banned because of those laws... Because it was 'wrong' to be something of a creature, magically to be a creature unlike that of Vampires and Werewolves... Something rare and magical...

"It seems... I need to do a few things." The twins gave him confused looks. So, the boy perked up with an innocent look. "After all, if the Boy-Who-Lived is a Creature of the Light, and actively speaking about it, who'd disagree?"

The Weasleys grinned widely gave a happy laugh and nodded. They then perked up, a possible bit of information coming back to them.

"Wait! We-"

"Read that having-"

"An Inheritance wasn't-"

"Just connected to purebloods, but-"

"Also to Muggleborns. Only-"

"Some of them, powerful Muggleborns." Fred nodded at the end of that.

Harry hummed, leaning forward some before smiling at them.

"That makes sense. Keep the bloodline strong and fresh without accidentally breeding their power out?"

The twins nodded at that, making the younger hum in satisfaction. If it was only about your magical strength to show or have, then he was sure his friends, his Godly ones, were Creatures. It would be difficult for them not to be this time around! Then again, he could ask Evette later.

"Oh!" The twins perked up again, leaning forward. "Sirus? Professor Lupin?" They hummed with almost puppy dog eyes.

The boy-who-lived blinked before nodding, a sad smile on his lips.

"Yule."

The two red-heads nodded, handing their brother a piece of parchment and some ink. The younger lightly laughed at them before nodding. It probably would do him better to talk with Remus and explain some things to him. Probably get him to see that he was dying to a twisted old man that wanted to control them and all that they were.

Shaking his head, the boy began to write his letter to his old Uncle. To the man, he would gladly say he trusted with his life.

Dear Remus Lupin,

Hi, I'm Harry Potter, the son of James, a friend of yours if I remember correctly. I know who you are because I took an Inheritance test. I saw that Sirus Black was my Godfather, and I looked into him... I know what he was accused of, but I don't believe that. I... I saw that he wasn't given a trial, and I thought that was very odd. If he was truly guilty, wouldn't he had a trial? Was it a small, quiet trial?

I'm sure you don't want to think about that night, maybe not even know who I am... But I want to know you and him. I want to know why he would betray someone he had considered a friend. So good of a friend, that he's my Godfather. I don't mind if you don't respond to the letter, but if you want to talk with me, if you want to find answers as well, then please meet me in front of Gringotts on Tuesday during the Yule break. It's the only time I can get out of school.

I really hope that I see you there... I... I really want to know you, Mr. Lupin.

Sincerely, Harry J. Potter

The young boy carefully laid the quill down, flexing his wrist. He forgot how painful it was to use those for so long. He would have to change that because honestly pens and pencils are much better and easier to manufacture than quills. Last longer too.

Humming lowly, he looked at his lonely letter, his eyes soon narrowing. He knew that he would need to start weakening Dumbledor's influence. It was too strong and it was still hurting plenty of people.

Grabbing another piece of parchment, he began a new letter. This time to a rather annoying reporter. Rita may twist stories to suit her own narrative, but he knew that's what he needed for this one. If more people were made aware of the injustice that had befallen the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, then surely something will be done. It might also catch a few Neutral members of Wizengamot's attention. If he could get their attention, maybe he could tip the scales to where he wants them to go.

The twins watched silently as their leader wrote another letter. They didn't need to ask who it was for, they knew what he was thinking. Instead, they went back to their books. They wanted to make sure they understood the concept of Creature Inheritance and Creatures in general. They were surprised that there were any books on either of the subjects! Then again, the books were very old and seemed to have almost fall apart before the two of them used magic to fix the books up.

Harry soon was done with the letters and had them carefully sealed away. Giving the twins a small smile, he hurried off to the Owlery to send the letters off. On his way out, he lightly bumped into a bushy-haired Ravenclaw.

Her brown eyes widened as she stumbled back some.

"H-Harry..." She whispered, shrinking back.

The ravenette gave her a soft smile, tilting his head a little to her. She sounded so scared, tired even.

*Flashback*

Hermione was a curious person. Searching and looking for solutions to problems that had been forgotten. Instead of forcing laws to ban Dark Magic, she wanted to have people understand the problems that came with using Dark Magic. She was so smart and powerful. She brought many unjustified laws about the Creatures into the light and destroyed so many of them.

She married Ron and had plenty of beautiful and bright children, many of whom went to the Ravenclaw House. She was happy with her life, or at least she had made it seem like that.

When truth, she was in an empty apartment and dying. Her chestnut hair was now falling out, her wise eyes sadden and sunken in. Her lips quivered as she had looked upon him, the first person to be nice to her since entering the Wizarding World.

"H-Harry..." Her voice was weak, scared and tired.

He didn't know what to think, but he couldn't let her be alone. Her children loved her, and so did her grandchildren, but they couldn't make it. They had their own lives to live and some couldn't look at her for what she had done. He didn't blame them, but he couldn't let her die alone.

"I-I'm so-sorry." Her eyes never moved from his, tears pouring down her wrinkled cheeks. "I-I'm sorry! I-I shouldn't!" Her sobs broke up any words that were going to fall.

Harry felt his heart break. He found himself kneeling on the floor, his knees hurting at pressing against the hardwood floor. Gently, he grabbed her hand, the hand that had once housed a beautifully simple ring.

"It's okay..." He whispered to her, lightly caressing her hand. Hands that have done so much to help the world she grew to love just as much as him.

"No!" She shouted, her powerful voice carrying in the silent room, her head shaking with her words. "No, stop! I wronged you! I stole from you! I lied to you!" She screamed, her eyes showing only the truest forms of regret and self-loathing. "It's not okay... I hurt you, the truest person there was... The person who cared about me so genuinely." Her eyes finally closed as she looked away.

The saviour felt his heart hurt at the sight. He hated seeing her so weak. He hated seeing her cry. He wished he had the right words to say to help, but he didn't. He felt hurt and betrayed that she had taken his money, for many years.

"It'll never be right..." She whimpered, her grip on his hand tightening weakly. Her dull brown eyes stared at him once more. "I-I opened a-an account when I-I got my job... I-I put money there, your money... I... I'm so, so sorry... I-If I could do it again, I..." She stopped, squeezing her eyes closed.

Slowly, the man stood up and sat on the bed. He lightly squeezed her hand. His heart hurt more at her words.

"I know... And I forgive you... Unlike him, unlike either of them, you truly felt guilty... I'll make sure you have a proper burial, and that your laws stay... You worked so hard, to make repay me and to save so many other lives... You can rest now, I won't leave you..."

Her eyes opened again, a sob ripping from her throat. Her freed hand raised to his cheek, her gently rubbing it. Her eyes spoke so loudly of her pain, her guilt and her relief.

"You're too good..." She murmured before she laid her arm down and closed her eyes.

Harry nodded, carefully wiping those tears away. He sat there, staying there for hours till one of her children came to get him the next morning light. It was only when he was in the safety of his home in America, in his office, did he broke into tears and sobbed.

*Flashback- End*

"I-I'm sorry... I wasn't looking where I was  going..." Hermione backed up some, her body tense and shaking some.

Harry blinked away the memory, giving her a sweet smile. He then lightly patted and rubbed her head. She was the truest one that knew. She wouldn't do that again, he could see that.

"It's okay. I forgive you." He tilted his head the same way that he would whenever he was comforting one of his grandchildren.

Her brown eyes widened, tears filling in them before she rushed off. The boy-who-lived sighed softly, looking after where she went. It would seem she remembered, but like Vendetta had said, she didn't know it to be true.

Shaking his head, he hurried off on his original mission. He has seven years to help her, to teach her that he had time to think and forgive her and her actions. The black-haired boy smiled as his snow owl flew to his bony shoulder. He gently rubbed her head, getting a happy coo.

"Ready to deliver some mail?" He cooed to her.

She whoed before taking the letters and flying off. The boy she left behind took a deep breath before sighing again. He had so much work... If only Draco could truly remember and help him... It'd at least be interesting.

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