|Ame's Insanity (amejisuto) wrote in ames_weirdness,|
@ 2009-08-23 10:17:00
|Entry tags:||harry potter, hp/dm, wip|
Haven HP/DM Rated R 2/?
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Draco, various background pairings but the main one will be Fred/George/Lee.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. .
Warnings/Squicks: Manipulative!Dumbles. I wouldn't go so far to say Weasley!bashing but um, I'm close. A few minor character deaths are mentioned, but not any of the main characters. More warnings may be added as I write the story.
Summary: Harry's graduated from Hogwarts, turned eighteen and defeated a Dark Lord. Now what is he going to do with his life?
Find the previous parts here.
Beta'd by the wonderful suki_blue. Thank you dearest!
Notes: First of all, I tend to totally ignore HBP and DH. I tend to think JK lost the plot sometime halfway through OotP, but that's just my opinion. So yeah, this is a total AU after book five. Don't look for quick updates with this story, I'll try to put up a new chapter once a month. Oh, and for any HP reading that haven't read my Spander epics, I tend to suck at writing smut so there will be much on the friendship and THEN the relationship and then a tiny bit of smut. LOL Hope y'all enjoy the show!
The next few days were busy for Harry, which was how he liked it. Busy meant he didn't have to time to brood. The puppy had been taken to a Squib vet in Chelsea and had his vaccinations both magical and Muggle, and was the proud owner of a full set of tags as well as anti-flea, anti-worm and anti-Chizpurfle charms on his new leather collar. Harry had also found a puppy day care, a new business idea that was becoming popular, where he could take his new dog and let him stay while Harry was busy doing other things, and they'd socialize the dog and help Harry train him. Within ten minuets the pup had learned how to sit, which was a good thing considering how huge he was going to get.
He even had a name – Scrappy. He was much braver than Fang had been. The perfect Gryffindor of a dog.
He'd also been spending a good amount of time at Gringott's. He'd found out when he went to see about a loan to buy a farmhouse that he had a good bit of money. He'd assumed he just had his trust vault but that turned out to be just the tip of the iceberg, and that wasn't even including the Black Family vaults he'd inherited.
Harry was in shock. He had a stock portfolio.
He wasn't even sure what that was, much less what to do with it. So after two days of signing forms that had been waiting for him for over two years, Harry was having to learn how to keep his books and go through inventories of his vaults. Thankfully, there were goblins at the bank who would teach him, for a certain price.
That was another thing he'd found out, goblins would do anything if you paid them enough. They were greedy, vicious little buggers, but once you bought them they stayed bought. He'd not only hired a goblin to help him learn how to handle his finances, but he'd hired a warding team to protect his new home. The goblins even had the ability to set wards that would allow Muggle appliances, so Harry could buy a telly, stereo and computer, something he was really looking forward to.
And his home was another thing he was shocked by. Apparently he owned several properties, one of them a smallish castle outside of Farnham that had apparently been under the Fidelius charm since his great-grandparent's time, located on a large plot of land that everyone had forgotten about. It would take a couple of week's for the magical construction team he'd hired to re-wire the place and make sure the facilities were modernized, not to mention making sure the walls and roof wasn't about to fall in, but when it was done he'd have a home that merged the best of the magical and mundane worlds together.
There was even a barn with a stable, which Harry couldn't help but be excited over. For the past two years he'd spent time helping Hagrid with not only the thestrals in the giant's care, but the hippogriffs, Aethonans and other large animals Hagrid cared for.
Okay, not the Acromantula, or the Blast-Ended Skrewts, but Fluffy turned out to be quiet nice once Hagrid introduced Harry to her.
Once all that was settled, Harry also had the responsibility of cleaning out Hagrid's little gamekeeper’s hut. Apparently, Hagrid had left everything to him and Luna in his will. It made sense; he and the dreamy Ravenclaw were the only two students who got his fascination with odd animals.
Animals didn't judge. They didn't care if you were a half-giant, or Loony. They didn't try to mold you into the perfect symbol of the Light. They cared that they were comfortable, well fed and that they were cared for. They didn't gossip, or pry into your feelings when you didn't want them to. Well, Hagrid's runespoor gossiped but only with itself. For the most part though, animals took you for who you were and didn't try to change you.
There was something comforting about that fact, which was why Harry had ordered special features to be added when the remodeling of his house was done. After all, Luna was going to be living with her fiancé Neville once she was married next year, after she graduated from Hogwarts, and Harry just couldn't see Nev's Grandmother allowing Larry, Moe and Curly in her house, not to mention Sparky and Monty.
So he'd go and pack up Hagrid's things and take in all of his pets. Well, Fluffy would be happier in the forbidden forest but Sparky, Hagrid's salamander, had to be kept near a fire that was constantly burning and he tended to spit fire at most of the house-elves. And Hagrid's snakes and, well, most other things Harry just knew he'd find. The bowtruckles had to be freed into the forest, things like that. It was the least he could do for the man who changed his life twice, once when he was eleven and once again six years later.
It was well over a week, and getting close to September 1st, when Harry was finally able to find time to clean out Hagrid's hut. He'd been busy, sending letters to his personal friends and assuring them of his health but never really telling anyone where he was living, avoiding the Order and trying to keep Molly Weasley from giving him the third degree.
He'd also been taking driving lessons as well as training sessions with Scrappy at The Puppy Palace, his doggie day care, and learning to balance a basic set of ledgers from Grimlock, the goblin in charge of the Potter accounts and who was now taking the lead with the Black accounts.
Hogwarts may have taught him how to transfigure a desk into a pig, or do a charm on his possessions so they float along behind him, but they didn't teach him about paying bills and keeping a checkbook. Thank god he knew how to cook. Harry wondered if there were other people who just graduated finding that their education was less than well-rounded. He figured their families probably stepped in and filled in the gaps, while Harry was having to muddle about on his own.
Then there was the 'small castle' he'd inherited. Caer Gwydion was slightly larger than Hogwarts, and the land surrounding it was even more vast, so much so that Harry found it hard to believe that Muggles didn't notice the fact that there was this huge thing in the middle of Surrey. Nog, the goblin engineer who was the foreman of the construction company he'd hired, had tried to explain to him using Muggle terms, the only problem being Harry had no clue about physics, or the complicated Arithmancy needed to create a fold in space so it was all rather lost on him.
More and more he cursed the fact that he'd taken Divination instead of Runes and Arithmancy.
Still, Harry was looking forward to the renovations being complete at Caer Gwydion. He had yet to go into the castle itself, and had only Apparated to the gazebo on the front lawn that was secured for such things, but what he saw of both the castle and grounds made him yearn to explore. So much so that he'd owled the Twins and asked them to buy him a wizarding tent. It wasn't one of the huge models, but it had a bedroom, kitchenette and a sitting room and was slightly bigger than his flat in Redhill. He figured he might as well set up on the front lawn until the worst of the remodeling was over with.
So he'd packed up everything in his small flat and brought it along with him to Hagrid's hut. Instead of a Land Rover he'd bought a Porting Platform off of the Goblins. It was a platform that expanded to about four meters by five and he'd be able to not only shrink and stack everything but stand on it to port back to his Holding.
Harry loved it. The Goblin he'd bought it off taught him to use it, and instead of that nauseating feeling of being hooked in his navel it was more what he imagined riding a surfboard might feel like. It was a bit of a thrill and Harry was looking forward to doing it again.
Today it was getting a workout. Luna wasn't able to help him out, and dreamily told him she trusted Harry to portion out Hagrid's property correctly. He might have resented it if it wasn't for the fact that she was currently undergoing a summer apprenticeship at the London Times. Turns out that Loony Luna hadn't been hunting for rare creatures over each vacation but getting a Muggle education.
Hagrid's hut was only one room, but the half-giant had a multitude of hiding places. Harry had already unearthed a variety of alcoholic drinks, kick knacks of all varieties up to and including a magical nose hair-trimmer which he was planning to send to his Uncle Vernon in hopes that it would scare the man to death, and a series of Muggle books about dragons that Charlie Weasley had given the man over the years. Harry was planning to send them back to Charlie, but only after copying them for his own reading. He'd never had time to read for his own amusement before, and he was looking forward to it.
There were two animals he knew he'd be shipping to Luna, unless the blonde convinced him to keep him for her. Tied outside of the hut, on the edge of the now neglected pumpkin patch, were two small creatures Harry had never seen before. They were about the size of a small terrier or crup, had small, malformed wings that would let them hover a bit but not really fly, looked like a miniature sheep and had a single, crumpled horn in the tops of their heads.
If the animals weren't crumpled-horned snorkacks, Harry was going to eat Scrappy's dog food for dinner. He just wondered how Hagrid got a pair of them and if they were a breeding pair .... and how one would check the sex of creatures that until now were imaginary.
Harry shrugged and went back inside to continue packing and cleaning up the hut. He'd let Luna figure it out.
"~What isss thisss placsse like that we are going to?~"
Harry rolled his eyes and tried to ignore the serpentine conversation going on. The snakes were all gathered in Hagrid's living room gossiping. Edmund was currently telling The Stooges, the runespoor, and Monty, the reticulated python that Hagrid bought for himself when he bought Edmund for Harry, all about the wonderful grass, warm rocks and the juicy ground squirrel he'd found while Harry had been discussing wards with the goblins at Caer Gwydion.
The runespoor was one of Hagrid's newer acquirements and had only been with the half-giant a few months since the end of term. The critical head, Moe, was annoying in the extreme and to keep Larry and Curly from biting him, Luna developed a special silencing charm so that Harry and other snakes could hear all three heads, but the runespoor, for the most part, couldn't hear themselves talk. It made quite an amusing sight, especially when the three heads wanted to slither away in different directions and ended up falling on all three of their faces.
To tell the truth Harry wasn't too fond of The Stooges. Like many of Hagrid's pets, they were irritable and difficult to handle. He'd give the snake to Professor Snape if it wasn't for the fact he doubted the acerbic Potion Master would be able to live with the runespoor. Despite the silencing spell the three heads still fought and it would end up as ingredients despite the fact that it would be smarter to keep them alive for an unlimited supply of venom and shed skin.
Harry was finally on his last crate, folding up Hagrid's fur bedding with the idea of letting Scrappy use it. He wasn't sure what he was going to do with half the things he had packed, tea cups the size of soup bowls were useful but tankards the big enough for four bottles of stout was a bit too much. As he was trying to roll up what looked to be a bear fur the size of a small lorry, there was a loud pop that sounded in the room, making Harry jump.
"Harry Potter Sir!"
It was Dobby. Harry always smiled when he saw Dobby. Part of it was the small creature’s choice of outfits; today's was three tea cozies as hats, three mismatched socks, one of them in use as a tie, and a pair of old shorts that were red and white stripes that were pulled up to his armpits.
And part of it was the fact that one of his most fond memories was seeing the little house-elf slam Lucius Malfoy into a wall. "Hello, Dobby."
"Harry Potter needs to be leaving now, Sir! Dumblydore knows Harry Potter is here and is trying to keep him from leaving!"
Harry bit his lip to keep from swearing. Part of him wanted to confront Dumbledore, demand answers to many of the questions that had been building up over the past two years. But that was what he usually did and the Headmaster was probably counting on it.
"Bollocks. Okay ... right, Dobby? Can you help me pack the rest of this stuff up? And maybe get the two ... animals out back into kennels or something? The Platform is outside, you can just stack everything up on it."
"Dobby is happy to be helping The Great Wizard Harry Potter!" Dobby snapped his fingers and what was left of the bedding began to fold itself as the crates he had finished packing began to float out the door and fit themselves in with his old school trunk and other boxes he’d brought from his apartment.
Harry turned to the chair and hissed to his snake menagerie. "~Time to go everyoness. Edmund, Monty, Stoogesss, follow the cratesss and get on the Platformss.~"
Edmund must have heard something in his voice. While he hadn't bonded to the adder as his Familiar -- that was reserved for Hedwig -- the snake spent enough time with Harry to know when something was wrong. "~What'sss wrong?~"
"~The Old Coot ssseeksss to trap usss here.~"
All three, or five if you counted the runespoor as three, snakes hissed angrily at that and Monty, the large python that usually only moved that fast in order to catch a meal, slithered out of the chair and made for the door. The Stooges coiled themselves up and sprung onto a crate as it floated out of the door, for once moving in tandem as all three heads hated being caged and trapped. Edmund made his way to Harry as he put out an arm for his snake to make his way up to his usual spot around Harry's shoulders.
Harry wasn't prepared to confront Dumbledore, wasn't sure if it was even needed. The Old Man could twist words more than any other Slytherin he'd met. He was on Dumbledore's territory, Hogwarts wards might lock down and keep him in if he waited too long.
He had to leave. Now.
Harry started for the door but turned before he left. He couldn't help it, this had been Hagrid's home, his very first friend and the man who had been there for him since Sirius had died. Snape may have kept him alive, and Harry was thankful for that, but Hagrid had kept him sane at a time when all he had felt was the crush of depression.
Hagrid had also taught him about people. Made him realize that people were animals just the same as some of the beasts he had been fascinated by were. In fact, humans were one of the most dangerous animals on the planet. Sharks would attack a swimmer mistaking the person for a seal, dragons usually attacked for food or to protect their young, and Nundus might be able to wipe out whole villages to protect their territory, but humans could and would kill for a new pair of trainers they coveted, or kill thousands of people because their skin was a different color or their blood wasn't as Pure as it should be.
Humans would kill because it made them feel good.
Hagrid had given him more than that though. He'd given Harry endless cups of watery tea and rock cakes that could chip a tooth if you weren't careful. He'd listened to Harry when Harry had needed to talk and had let Harry silently help in the stables or in the Forest when Harry needed a friend but didn't feel like talking.
Hagrid had been the one to open his eyes to Dumbledore's manipulation. He hadn't been smart but he knew about training animals, how giving a dog a treat and a pat on the head, or a young boy a family heirloom like his Father's Cloak and points to insure Gryffindor won the Cup at the end of his First Year, to train the animal up to be loyal.
No matter if the Master loved the dog or not.
Hagrid had been chained to the Old Man longer than Harry had been, and in the end he won his freedom while keeping the Death Eaters from entering the tunnel that led directly into Hogwarts. If Fate was kind, Hagrid was somewhere where there were endless forests, large tankards of ale, warm fires and dragons that would let him cuddle them.
He turned and left, fighting the tightening feeling around his eyes and in his chest. Hogwarts had been his first real home, but it had turned into his prison. Now he was free; he was of age, Graduated, and had killed Voldemort. Dumbledore had no more power over him, not as long as Harry didn't give him any, and that meant leaving.
The Porting Platform was on the ground as Dobby shrunk and stacked the last crate on its surface, Monty coiled on the top and Scrappy was still sleeping in the corner he'd curled up in after sniffing around the hut. The Platform was ingenious really, it could shrink to the size of a Muggle credit card for easy transport but enlarge to the size of a smallish room and carry several hundred kilos. The old carts the Goblins used to move their customers around their vaults were just for show, these Platforms were what the Goblins used when making large transfers of galleons from place to place, and to carry their Squadrons.
Okay, so it looked like an overly large tea tray. The thing was that it hovered a good two feet off the ground once the pilot took his position at the head of the Platform. The gears, ignition switch, even the steering was set in a small inlay in the floor of the Platform, the Portkey magics connecting with everything touching the floor so that one could use one's natural center of balance to keep upright, unlike wizarding Portkeys that hooked you somewhere in the middle and were made with random items that weren't designed for stability.
Harry stepped onto the Platform and used his right foot to flip the switch, causing the stability charms to envelop everything on the Platform as it rose to hover in the air. He looked up at the castle and saw two figures, one with a pointed witches hat and the other a mass of bright yellow and pink. Without a second glance he piloted the Platform into the Forest, choosing to doge tree limbs and navigate the wooded paths rather than risk being stopped at the gates to Hogwarts.
As he did so, there was a rustling sound in the trees above him. Hedwig. Last Christmas, Hagrid had given him a book on how to make your pet a Familiar, a short but rather complicated ritual along with a potion that not only let Harry communicate with his owl non-verbally, but protected her from harm and gave her a lifespan of her wizard instead of the 35 years most owls survived in captivity. Nothing short of an Unforgivable could harm her, and it gave her a sort of empathy so if someone, like a Death Eater or vengeful cousin or uncle, thought about attacking her she was warned and able to defend herself.
Harry considered that book his third best gift ever from Hagrid, Hedwig herself and Edmund being one and two.
Harry reached into his pocket, pulled out a letter and unfolded it and tried to straighten it up. He hadn't had the chance to get refills on all his stationery and had instead got a fancy paper and envelope set at Boots when he got shampoo and other necessaries.
"Here, girl, you know who to give this to. Be careful, don't let anyone see you when you give it and don't get caught."
Hedwig landed on his outstretched arm so he could attach the letter, the baleful glare in her yellow eyes scolding him for doubting her.
"Look, I know you can do it and all that but I worry, okay? You're not the only Mother Owl around here."
Hedwig rarely hooted but she did snap her bill and gave an almost snakelike hiss. Not for the first time he wondered if the Snowy Owl could understand parseltounge. He had caught her and Edmund talking on more than one occasion, but they always stopped whenever he made his presence known or tried to eavesdrop.
He could feel Hedwig give him reassurance through their bond and decided not to say anything else stupid, like asking if she remembered the way home. There was a new charm band on her leg that would allow her through the temporary wards at Caer Gwydion, and would also help her find the shortest route home. Instead he raised his arm so she could take flight.
"Be careful, okay? I'll see you at home later."
Hedwig ruffled her feathers and as she took off she mussed Harry's hair and he had to smile. Hedwig had been a great friend before making her his Familiar, and now was almost like a mother figure or older sister. He'd be lost without her.
Soon he was out of the wards of Hogwarts, to the clearing that Professor Snape used to Apparate to Voldie on his spy missions. He didn't look back or even think twice, he knew Hedwig would deliver his post and be home soon. He would miss Hogwarts but he had his own home, his own life waiting for him.
Scrappy had sat up but wasn't about to jump off the Platform, so Harry cast an eye to his other companions. There was a large fire box, that had been put on the Platform first thing when he got to Hagrid's, containing Sparky the Salamander. That was secure. Monty and The Stooges had made themselves comfortable, Monty lying on top of several trunks. The two kennels with the ... whatevers was settled behind him, a noise that sounded like a cross between a chirp and a baa escaping. Harry found that he really didn't want to know and the sooner he gave them to Luna, the happier he'd be. He reached up and stroked Edmund, his cool scales soothing as always.
"~Hold on, guysss, let'sss go home.~"
With that, Harry pressed the button on the Platform and, for the first time, he was home.
Dear Professor Snape,
You may wonder why Hedwig is bringing this missive to you, of all people. What I am about to say is true, but I doubt you'll believe half of it. Still, there are things that need to be said so you might want to pour yourself a glass of firewhiskey or get out the really good brandy you keep hidden somewhere and sit down.
First of all, I am safe and finally in my own home. Seems that for some reason, about a 150 years ago, the Potter line was taken from their ancestral home. Hell, I didn't even know that the Potters were an Ancient and Noble House, much like the Blacks, and that I was titled. It's all a bit of a shock but Griphook and Grimlock have been helpful and I am finally learning about my House and Family. As of today, I will be living where Potters for centuries called home, Caer Gwydion. Temporary wards have been erected for my safety while the castle is inspected for dangerous stuff and pest such as doxies and nargles or what have you, and after all the work is completed the wards will change again.
At any time, you are welcome in my home. The enclosed key will allow you to Apparate through the wards to the gazebo on my front lawn. Stay there and one of my house-elves will bring you to me no matter where I am. Use it day or night, if you want to berate me for being so trusting or you want a cup of runespoor venom, it matters not to me.
Why am I giving you, out of all the adults in my life, this information? Simply put, I trust you more than any other. The Headmaster either has been by, or will be, to ask you if you know where I am and I trust you not to tell him, even if it's only because you love having information that he doesn't know.
Over the past seven years you may have hated me for my father’s sake, but protected me for my mother’s. You've pushed me when I needed it, taught me how to defend myself from both friend and foe, and have never lied to me or tried to paint a pretty picture of my future. You always saw me, the scruffy little boy who had no idea what was going on around him, and never my scar or my fame.
I can never, in a hundred years, thank you enough for that.
Besides, who else would I give my location to? The Headmaster? Don't make me laugh. My own Head of House, who never protected me nearly as well as you did? Mrs. Weasley? Who would be over day and night trying to coddle me into submission? Lupin? His familial bonds to me change more than the moon that controls his beast.
No, out of all the so-called authority figures in my life, only you and Hagrid have been there for me when I needed you, and now that he's gone, you and you alone have earned my trust.
Shocked yet? It's about to get even more surreal. And yes, I know the meaning of the word.
Now, I know you've wondered why my attitude changed towards you in Sixth Year, and why I accepted that Draco was trying to break free of his Father's hold on him. The truth of it is that I owe it all to Hagrid.
You see, he pointed out to me in his way, that the Headmaster had been training me as his, I don't know, guard dog. His pawn to use to attack the Headmaster's enemies and to be locked away when not needed. Oh, Hagrid didn't come out and say it like that, it took several conversations over huge cups of tea for me to figure him out. He always used Fluffy and Fang and his other animals as an example and hemmed and hawed around.
Eventually I figured it out, but I couldn't act on that knowledge until I was out of the Headmaster's power. Don't you think it's odd that less than a week after I turned eighteen and was able to leave the Dursley's that I managed to off Voldie? Well, never mind that. I can go back and forth over my life and question which was my odd luck that caused me to get in trouble or to survive an odd situation and which was Dumbledore's manipulations of me for hours.
Still, once I realized I was being used, Hagrid said something else. "Harry," he said, and I'm putting all of his H's back in, "Harry, the thing of it is, someone who has a dog trained up to guard, usually has one trained to growl and bite at everyone but his Master. Makes his Master look powerful, that he has this great big dog under his control. Look at Fang and Fluffy, both of them sweet little things, but Fluffy is more aggressive unless you know the trick to it. It's difficult to control the old girl sometimes when she's in a mood, yeah, but she's a good dog and scares off many a Death Eater that enters the Forest. They're put off by her bark as much as her bite."
Well, it took me a while to figure it out, I'm not all that swift with puzzles as you know, but I did. And I realized that the Headmaster had you on as short of a chain as evil ol' Tom did. Hell, I don't know what reason you had for joining the Death Gluttons anyhow, but I'd bet a good bit of Galleons that the Headmaster manipulated you into it so he could have a spy.
That's why I was able to make amends, and explain just why I looked into your pensive. And that's why I tried to stop fighting with you, well at least not when we weren't in public. I realized also that you had to be nasty to me so the Jr. Death Gluttons wouldn't get any ideas.
That was also why when I saw that Draco Malfoy was having second thoughts I let up on him, as well as Zabini and Parkinson. They had been trained by their families to follow blindly as much, if not more than, I had. If anything, I envied them, they were breaking free no matter how difficult it was for them.
I know my fellow Gryffindors hated me for it, but it was the right thing to do. Some days I thought that standing by Draco and the others made things harder for them, and I only hope knowing that one person believed in them helped. Not that I'm crazy enough to ask. Draco may be a friend now but he's still a Slytherin. He'd make my life a living hell.
Still, those are my reasons. I couldn't blame you for being a snarky git if it was the Headmaster's idea, or if it was your way of protecting me. And it seems like once I pulled my head out of my arse, we were able to get along better so ...
Yeah. If you want to tell the Headmaster where to stick his teaching job, or if you find he no longer has need of a spy, now that Tom is filling up a dustpan and I'm out of his reach, use the key and come visit. I haven't been in the castle yet but it's bigger than Hogwarts so there must be some potions lab or dank dungeon for you to haunt somewhere if you want. There's a really great garden with enough variety of plants that I'm sure will make Neville swoon so there's probably potion ingredients somewhere around. I haven't had time to look just yet. Or, in more formal terms ...
The Head of the Ancient and Noble Houses of Potter and Black consider you, Severus Tobias Snape of the Ancient Line of Prince, a Friend of our Houses and may call upon us for help in your hour of need.
Okay, so right now the Houses of Potter and Black consists of me, my puppy, my owl, three snakes, a salamander and a bevy of house-elves that have lived at Caer Gwydion longer than I have been alive and who I don't know any names of yet. It's the sentiment that counts, right?
Sincerely, and I really mean that,
Lord of the Ancient and Noble Houses of Potter and Black
Master of Caer Gwydion
aka That Annoying Little Git