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crossoverficTitle: The Soul Has Bandaged Moments
Author: serendu
Summary: Harry Potter was 18 when he first stepped into Atlantis
Disclaimers: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K Rowling and Bloomsbury Publishing also Kawoosh! Productions and Gekko Film Corporation, and Metro-Goldwyn-Meyer Television. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Pairing: None
Author Notes: So I watched LOTR the other night… And just thought – hang on – how much like a horcrux is the one ring?
A very difficult chapter to write. Hence the delay in posting. And I’m still not 100% happy with it.
Previous parts can be found here at my journal: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14
***
‘What are you doing?’ Harry asked in disbelief as he watched Jack attempting to cram everything into a tiny box from the doorway, leaning against the frame.
‘Packing.’ Jack huffed as he tried to seal the box with the tape.
Harry grinned. If that stays closed I’ll eat Hermione’s pointy hat. He smirked as the tape fought a losing battle against the things inside the box. Suddenly Jack’s belongings fought their way back out – destroying the flaps of the box with the tape only managing to stick to one side as they did so.
‘Okay…’ Harry said, trying desperately not to laugh.
‘You know – the limits on what we can take with us?’ Jack said mournfully as he surveyed his now ruined box. Jack turned to face Harry, obviously giving up on his box. ‘What did you decide to leave?’
Harry raised an eyebrow at Jack. ‘Leave?’
‘Yeah…’ Jack drawled as he got up off the floor, leaving his belongings where they lay, ‘leave behind when we go to Atlantis?’
‘Nothing.’
It was Jack’s turn to raise an eyebrow. ‘Nothing.’ He repeated.
‘Wizard remember?’ Harry said, grinning wickedly as he brandished his wand. ‘I didn’t leave anything.’ He pointed his wand at Jack’s box. ‘Reparo!’ The box immediately returned to its original shape. ‘Reducio!’ He said, pointing at Jack’s belongings. All of them immediately shrunk to a more manageable size.
‘Sweet.’ Jack said, grinning at the now tiny pile of belongings and the mass of space the box had left. ‘What else did I want to take with me?’
***
‘Come in Potter.’ Smythe said.
Harry entered the room closing the door behind him.
‘Sit down.’
‘You wanted to see me sir?’
‘Yes Harry.’
Harry sat up – it was very rare that Smythe ever addressed him by his first name. Something is going to happen. He looks very tense. He noted cautiously. Something big is coming.
‘I’m going to do something. Something that I probably shouldn’t do…’ He paused and looked across the table at Harry. ‘I’m not entirely convinced that this is the right thing... But I believe this misunderstanding has gone on long enough.’ He stopped and glared at Harry. ‘In fact this goes against my better judgement.’
‘Sir?’ Harry found himself unconsciously straightening up in his chair.
‘I’m giving you unprecedented access to one of our top spies in the Wizarding world – however…’ He held up a hand to Harry as he saw the gleam in Harry’s eyes. ‘You will have to give me your wand for the duration.’
‘But Sir! You can’t do that!’ Harry cried getting up out of his chair. ‘What if…’
‘This is bigger than your personal vendetta, Potter.’ Smythe stated through gritted teeth.
‘But Sir! He could provide me with…’
‘No buts Potter!’ Smythe roared. ‘No ifs, no buts, no possibly, no maybe – your wand or you don’t go anywhere!’ He glared at Harry as he reigned back in his temper. ‘Sit back down! That is an order Agent Potter!’ Harry slumped back into his seat. Smythe waited a moment before continuing in a quieter voice. ‘This man – yes he is a man – he trusts me. And he doesn’t trust many people. He doesn’t want to meet you Potter – in fact – it would be safer for us all if you never suspected what gender he is – let alone who he is… That being said – he’s willing to take my word – and my bond – and meet you. But I won’t let you in there with that wand. Or any other weapons you may care to carry. Questions?’
‘You trust him?’
‘I do.’
Harry nodded before reaching up his sleeve and pulling out his wand. He gazed at it. ‘Okay – I’ll do it.’ He held it out for a moment before pointing the tip of it at Smythe. ‘Of course there is just one question I should ask before I just hand it over.’
Smythe raised an eyebrow.
‘How do I know you are who you say you are and this isn’t some elaborate hoax by Dumbledore?’
Smythe’s face relaxed for a moment and he grinned for what seemed like the first time in months. ‘You don’t.’
***
‘…I, James Potter, being of sound mind, do declare this to be my last will and testament, superseding all of my previous wills which I declare void and invalid.’ Ragnak paused and gazed over the top of his glasses at his rapt audience of three. ‘I will only read the salient points of each will to you Mr Potter – to read the entire wills would take quite some time.’
Harry nodded in acquiescence. ‘That’s fine – as long as I can have a copy of each to go over at a later time?’
‘Of course.’ Ragnak sniffed. ‘To my wife Lily Potter nee Evans I leave the Potter holdings for the remainder of her natural life. On her decease, these shall pass to my son, Harry James Potter and his heirs. Should my wife predecease me then these shall be held in trust by the Potter estate for my son until his majority. Should my wife not outlive me by three days, then the estate shall pass to the trust until my son’s reaching his majority. I appoint the trusteeship of this estate to the following; Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew and Albus Dumbledore. Their payment for ensuring the security of the trust shall be no less than 3000 galleons each per annum.’
Harry snorted. ’Nice to see the good judgement of my father.’ He muttered on hearing Pettigrew and Dumbledore named.
Ragnak paused and glared at Harry before continuing. ‘To my good friend Sirius Black I leave him the duty of executing this will along with my former headmaster and current head of the Wizengamot, Albus Dumbledore.’ He paused and glanced down the rest of the will. ‘This concludes the last will and testament of Mr James Potter.’ He looked over to his audience. ‘Mrs Potter’s will is far shorter.’ With that he gestured for the second scroll to hold itself in front of him. ‘I Lily Potter, nee Evans, being of sound mind, do declare this to be my last will and testament, superseding all of my previous wills which I declare void and invalid. To my husband James Potter I leave the holdings and shares I possess in the Potter estate to be passed onto my son Harry James Potter upon his reaching his majority...’ He peered at the bottom of the will. ‘To my sister Petunia I leave only my advice – do unto others as you would have done to yourself.’ He frowned. ‘It merely lists her executors – Mrs Longbottom and Albus Dumbledore.’
‘Nothing else?’ Harry asked, slightly disappointed that there was no personal message from his parents to him.
‘Nothing more than an addendum, declaring that should anything untoward happen to your parents, you would be left in the care of Lord Black or Mrs Longbottom.’ He took of his glasses. ‘As I stated earlier Mr Potter – it appears that these wills were not fully executed. If you wish to take this up with your family’s solicitors we at Gringotts would offer our assistance in resolving the matter.’
‘Family solicitors?’ Harry repeated. ‘I don’t suppose you have the name and address of those available do you?’
‘Of course.’ Ragnak snapped his fingers and the door almost immediately opened. ‘Bring me the Potter file – with the current family legal listings.’ The goblin that had opened the door bowed to Ragnak and closed it behind himself. ‘Shall we continue with the final will gentlemen?’
‘I, Lord Sirius Black, being of sound mind, do declare this to be my last will and testament, superseding all of my previous wills which I declare void and invalid. I leave this will to the goblins at Gringotts to execute, as I have realised that there are few in the Wizarding world capable of being as impartial and thorough as they are. To my Godson, Harry James Potter, I leave the Black family estates, all vaults, all holdings and all businesses. May you have a happier time dealing with them than I ever did…’
***
‘I’m sorry my dear boy.’ Albus Dumbledore stood opposite Harry, his wand held offensively at Harry. ‘I’m afraid I cannot let you leave.’
‘After all you’ve done you think I’m going to stay?’ Harry snarled. ‘Not for all the gold in Gringotts.’
‘This rebellion of yours has gone on for too long Harry. I am sorry about what has happened, but it was inevitable. Voldemort’s followers…’
‘Lucius Malfoy did not know where I was until someone in your precious Order told him.’ Harry declared eyeing Dumbledore’s wand, his own was clenched firmly in his hand, ready to strike. ‘I was perfectly safe – until you found me.’ His eyes narrowed as he looked upon the man he had once considered to be his mentor. ‘You won’t get any more Dumbledore. No more for the greater good, no more sacrifices, no more manipulations. I’ve dealt with Voldemort. Anything else is your problem – like it should have been without Trelawney’s prediction. You can keep your precious Order, but as for me... I’m done.’
Dumbledore’s eyes glittered malevolently. No more did they hold the friendly twinkle that Harry had known. I wonder if they were always like that and I just didn’t notice? He thought as he watched Dumbledore raise his wand to strike.
‘Accio umbrella stand!’ Harry cried, raising his wand before Dumbledore could begin. Dumbledore turned, but the umbrella stand from the hall hurtled towards Harry at an incredible speed, knocking Dumbledore off his feet as it attempted to get to Harry.
He shot another spell to redirect the stand, and then lowered his wand, looking at Dumbledore now lying at his feet. He glared down at Dumbledore. ‘Your manipulations have cost me far more than you could ever pay. You owe me this – stay the hell out of my life.’
With that he walked to the front door, opened it, stepped through and then closed the door behind him. With the reading of Sirius’ will at Gringotts Harry had learned he owned twelve Grimmauld Place. He turned back for a moment and stared at the building as considered all he had lost thanks to the Wizarding world, The Order of The Phoenix and Albus Dumbledore. I own this place and Dumbledore uses it for his precious Order. After what he’s done he doesn’t get to use me anymore. It’s about time I showed him I was serious.
He raised his wand.
‘Finite Incantatem.’ He said, ending the Fidelius Charm on the house.
***
Please note – Pettigrew was trusted by the Potters’ – consequently – he was listed in the will, whereas Remus was not - hence him not knowing about the secret keeper switch - and consequently did not benefit from their deaths.
Thoughts, comments, questions?
Author: serendu
Summary: Harry Potter was 18 when he first stepped into Atlantis
Disclaimers: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K Rowling and Bloomsbury Publishing also Kawoosh! Productions and Gekko Film Corporation, and Metro-Goldwyn-Meyer Television. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Pairing: None
Author Notes: So I watched LOTR the other night… And just thought – hang on – how much like a horcrux is the one ring?
A very difficult chapter to write. Hence the delay in posting. And I’m still not 100% happy with it.
Previous parts can be found here at my journal: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14
***
‘What are you doing?’ Harry asked in disbelief as he watched Jack attempting to cram everything into a tiny box from the doorway, leaning against the frame.
‘Packing.’ Jack huffed as he tried to seal the box with the tape.
Harry grinned. If that stays closed I’ll eat Hermione’s pointy hat. He smirked as the tape fought a losing battle against the things inside the box. Suddenly Jack’s belongings fought their way back out – destroying the flaps of the box with the tape only managing to stick to one side as they did so.
‘Okay…’ Harry said, trying desperately not to laugh.
‘You know – the limits on what we can take with us?’ Jack said mournfully as he surveyed his now ruined box. Jack turned to face Harry, obviously giving up on his box. ‘What did you decide to leave?’
Harry raised an eyebrow at Jack. ‘Leave?’
‘Yeah…’ Jack drawled as he got up off the floor, leaving his belongings where they lay, ‘leave behind when we go to Atlantis?’
‘Nothing.’
It was Jack’s turn to raise an eyebrow. ‘Nothing.’ He repeated.
‘Wizard remember?’ Harry said, grinning wickedly as he brandished his wand. ‘I didn’t leave anything.’ He pointed his wand at Jack’s box. ‘Reparo!’ The box immediately returned to its original shape. ‘Reducio!’ He said, pointing at Jack’s belongings. All of them immediately shrunk to a more manageable size.
‘Sweet.’ Jack said, grinning at the now tiny pile of belongings and the mass of space the box had left. ‘What else did I want to take with me?’
***
‘Come in Potter.’ Smythe said.
Harry entered the room closing the door behind him.
‘Sit down.’
‘You wanted to see me sir?’
‘Yes Harry.’
Harry sat up – it was very rare that Smythe ever addressed him by his first name. Something is going to happen. He looks very tense. He noted cautiously. Something big is coming.
‘I’m going to do something. Something that I probably shouldn’t do…’ He paused and looked across the table at Harry. ‘I’m not entirely convinced that this is the right thing... But I believe this misunderstanding has gone on long enough.’ He stopped and glared at Harry. ‘In fact this goes against my better judgement.’
‘Sir?’ Harry found himself unconsciously straightening up in his chair.
‘I’m giving you unprecedented access to one of our top spies in the Wizarding world – however…’ He held up a hand to Harry as he saw the gleam in Harry’s eyes. ‘You will have to give me your wand for the duration.’
‘But Sir! You can’t do that!’ Harry cried getting up out of his chair. ‘What if…’
‘This is bigger than your personal vendetta, Potter.’ Smythe stated through gritted teeth.
‘But Sir! He could provide me with…’
‘No buts Potter!’ Smythe roared. ‘No ifs, no buts, no possibly, no maybe – your wand or you don’t go anywhere!’ He glared at Harry as he reigned back in his temper. ‘Sit back down! That is an order Agent Potter!’ Harry slumped back into his seat. Smythe waited a moment before continuing in a quieter voice. ‘This man – yes he is a man – he trusts me. And he doesn’t trust many people. He doesn’t want to meet you Potter – in fact – it would be safer for us all if you never suspected what gender he is – let alone who he is… That being said – he’s willing to take my word – and my bond – and meet you. But I won’t let you in there with that wand. Or any other weapons you may care to carry. Questions?’
‘You trust him?’
‘I do.’
Harry nodded before reaching up his sleeve and pulling out his wand. He gazed at it. ‘Okay – I’ll do it.’ He held it out for a moment before pointing the tip of it at Smythe. ‘Of course there is just one question I should ask before I just hand it over.’
Smythe raised an eyebrow.
‘How do I know you are who you say you are and this isn’t some elaborate hoax by Dumbledore?’
Smythe’s face relaxed for a moment and he grinned for what seemed like the first time in months. ‘You don’t.’
***
‘…I, James Potter, being of sound mind, do declare this to be my last will and testament, superseding all of my previous wills which I declare void and invalid.’ Ragnak paused and gazed over the top of his glasses at his rapt audience of three. ‘I will only read the salient points of each will to you Mr Potter – to read the entire wills would take quite some time.’
Harry nodded in acquiescence. ‘That’s fine – as long as I can have a copy of each to go over at a later time?’
‘Of course.’ Ragnak sniffed. ‘To my wife Lily Potter nee Evans I leave the Potter holdings for the remainder of her natural life. On her decease, these shall pass to my son, Harry James Potter and his heirs. Should my wife predecease me then these shall be held in trust by the Potter estate for my son until his majority. Should my wife not outlive me by three days, then the estate shall pass to the trust until my son’s reaching his majority. I appoint the trusteeship of this estate to the following; Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew and Albus Dumbledore. Their payment for ensuring the security of the trust shall be no less than 3000 galleons each per annum.’
Harry snorted. ’Nice to see the good judgement of my father.’ He muttered on hearing Pettigrew and Dumbledore named.
Ragnak paused and glared at Harry before continuing. ‘To my good friend Sirius Black I leave him the duty of executing this will along with my former headmaster and current head of the Wizengamot, Albus Dumbledore.’ He paused and glanced down the rest of the will. ‘This concludes the last will and testament of Mr James Potter.’ He looked over to his audience. ‘Mrs Potter’s will is far shorter.’ With that he gestured for the second scroll to hold itself in front of him. ‘I Lily Potter, nee Evans, being of sound mind, do declare this to be my last will and testament, superseding all of my previous wills which I declare void and invalid. To my husband James Potter I leave the holdings and shares I possess in the Potter estate to be passed onto my son Harry James Potter upon his reaching his majority...’ He peered at the bottom of the will. ‘To my sister Petunia I leave only my advice – do unto others as you would have done to yourself.’ He frowned. ‘It merely lists her executors – Mrs Longbottom and Albus Dumbledore.’
‘Nothing else?’ Harry asked, slightly disappointed that there was no personal message from his parents to him.
‘Nothing more than an addendum, declaring that should anything untoward happen to your parents, you would be left in the care of Lord Black or Mrs Longbottom.’ He took of his glasses. ‘As I stated earlier Mr Potter – it appears that these wills were not fully executed. If you wish to take this up with your family’s solicitors we at Gringotts would offer our assistance in resolving the matter.’
‘Family solicitors?’ Harry repeated. ‘I don’t suppose you have the name and address of those available do you?’
‘Of course.’ Ragnak snapped his fingers and the door almost immediately opened. ‘Bring me the Potter file – with the current family legal listings.’ The goblin that had opened the door bowed to Ragnak and closed it behind himself. ‘Shall we continue with the final will gentlemen?’
‘I, Lord Sirius Black, being of sound mind, do declare this to be my last will and testament, superseding all of my previous wills which I declare void and invalid. I leave this will to the goblins at Gringotts to execute, as I have realised that there are few in the Wizarding world capable of being as impartial and thorough as they are. To my Godson, Harry James Potter, I leave the Black family estates, all vaults, all holdings and all businesses. May you have a happier time dealing with them than I ever did…’
***
‘I’m sorry my dear boy.’ Albus Dumbledore stood opposite Harry, his wand held offensively at Harry. ‘I’m afraid I cannot let you leave.’
‘After all you’ve done you think I’m going to stay?’ Harry snarled. ‘Not for all the gold in Gringotts.’
‘This rebellion of yours has gone on for too long Harry. I am sorry about what has happened, but it was inevitable. Voldemort’s followers…’
‘Lucius Malfoy did not know where I was until someone in your precious Order told him.’ Harry declared eyeing Dumbledore’s wand, his own was clenched firmly in his hand, ready to strike. ‘I was perfectly safe – until you found me.’ His eyes narrowed as he looked upon the man he had once considered to be his mentor. ‘You won’t get any more Dumbledore. No more for the greater good, no more sacrifices, no more manipulations. I’ve dealt with Voldemort. Anything else is your problem – like it should have been without Trelawney’s prediction. You can keep your precious Order, but as for me... I’m done.’
Dumbledore’s eyes glittered malevolently. No more did they hold the friendly twinkle that Harry had known. I wonder if they were always like that and I just didn’t notice? He thought as he watched Dumbledore raise his wand to strike.
‘Accio umbrella stand!’ Harry cried, raising his wand before Dumbledore could begin. Dumbledore turned, but the umbrella stand from the hall hurtled towards Harry at an incredible speed, knocking Dumbledore off his feet as it attempted to get to Harry.
He shot another spell to redirect the stand, and then lowered his wand, looking at Dumbledore now lying at his feet. He glared down at Dumbledore. ‘Your manipulations have cost me far more than you could ever pay. You owe me this – stay the hell out of my life.’
With that he walked to the front door, opened it, stepped through and then closed the door behind him. With the reading of Sirius’ will at Gringotts Harry had learned he owned twelve Grimmauld Place. He turned back for a moment and stared at the building as considered all he had lost thanks to the Wizarding world, The Order of The Phoenix and Albus Dumbledore. I own this place and Dumbledore uses it for his precious Order. After what he’s done he doesn’t get to use me anymore. It’s about time I showed him I was serious.
He raised his wand.
‘Finite Incantatem.’ He said, ending the Fidelius Charm on the house.
***
Please note – Pettigrew was trusted by the Potters’ – consequently – he was listed in the will, whereas Remus was not - hence him not knowing about the secret keeper switch - and consequently did not benefit from their deaths.
Thoughts, comments, questions?
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