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Dreams of Home Chapter 13
🕑 Added 2023-03-21 18:40:12 +0000 UTCChapter 13
Harry raised his eyebrows at the girl who had her wand pointed at him, but inwardly his heart sped up a bit at the sight of his birth mother. The woman frowned at the occupants, “You shouldn’t create wards like that without proper supervision. It can be dangerous if mistakes are made.”
“We were having a private discussion Miss Evans. There are no rules against it. I took it down as soon as I sensed you prodding at my creation.” Harry said evenly, “Also not to sound arrogant, but when it comes to wards, I don’t make mistakes.”
She eyed Harry carefully, and shook her head, “I have to say that is quite impressive. I have created a few wards myself, but nothing so precise. That is quite advanced magic.”
Offering a slight bow of his head, Harry replied, “Wards are one of my strong suits. My family is quite famous for them after all.”
Looking over his shoulder at James he could tell the young man had colored a little in the cheeks. Harry knew the young man had not taken runes, which was the base subject to wards, so would know little about the subject. Harry couldn’t imagine Fleamont had taught his son much magic of this nature, so had the feeling James did not know of the Potter family's affinity with wards.
Lily pondered Harry’s words for a moment before offering her hand, “I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot. I am sorry about earlier. Your cousin has caused me more than a few headaches in our years together. I think I thought I was the victim of one of his pranks. I am Lily Evans, the Head Girl for this year.”
James groaned, “Lily, you know you are hardly ever a victim of our pranks!”
Lily ignored him while she locked eyes with Harry curiously as he took her hand gently, “As I said earlier, I am Harry Potter. My cousin and Sirius both think highly of you, despite them trying to coat their words with mischief. It’s nice to meet you.”
Both boys protested behind him causing Lily to grin, “Well, I hope I have found the more serious alter ego-”
“You have no idea.” Sirius chimed in.
“Because I can’t take anymore mayhem. With James being Head Boy this year I am hoping we will have less excitement than normal.” Lily finished giving James a stern look who did his best to offer her a wide smile, and a look of innocence.
“I make no promises ma’am.” Harry answered cheekily, “My mother and father instructed me to have fun in my only year at Hogwarts, and I wouldn't be living up to my family name if I didn’t cause at least a little bit of mischief.”
This caused all four of the cabin's occupants to grin widely, and Lily looked to the sky as if praying for intervention, “Do try not to find yourself in too many detentions, Potter. Gryffindor doesn’t need the loss of points.”
Stepping closer to the girl Harry whispered with conspiracy in his eyes, “Don’t be so sure I will end up in your house, Miss Evans.”
Her eyes widened for a moment, and then shook her head, “The more serious Potter indeed. I better return to my rounds, I just wanted to apologize for earlier. Good luck on your sorting!”
With that Lily began walking down the hall casting a final look at Harry in speculation over her shoulder, before continuing on. James sighed happily, “Boys, I think I am in love.”
The three other Marauders groaned at that, while Sirius said, “You’ve been saying that for 6 years, Prongs.”
This made Harry laugh, and place a hand on his father’s shoulder, “A little maturity goes a long way there, Prongs. She reminds me a bit of a friend I had in school. A stickler for the rules when it was necessary.”
“When it was necessary?” Remus parroted back questioningly.
Thinking back on his Muggleborn best friend Harry grinned, “Oh, she could break the rules with the best of us if she thought it was necessary, or if she thought it could do some good. When she was younger though she once expressed her worry that we would get her killed, or worse, expelled!”
Harry tried to mimic eleven-year-old Hermione’s voice causing the boys to howl with laughter. Peter spoke through his laughter, “That does sound like Evans.”
James agreed with a smile on his face, “Romantic friend of yours? A girlfriend maybe?”
It was clear James was curious about his cousin's life, and the look of sadness that crossed Harry’s face surprised him, “Maybe in another life.”
The somber tone in his voice sobered the group, and silence fell upon them for a moment. Standing to his feet Harry tried not to let his good mood fall, “We should get changed. I don’t want to wait till the last minute to get ready.”
Sirius looked like he was going to question Harry, but he quickly set to work on pulling his trunk down, and asking James about his favorite thing about Hogwarts temporarily caused a distraction for the group. None had missed the look on the young man’s face when James asked for more about his female companion, and it was clear something had gone wrong in the past, but none pushed him for answers.
The remainder of the train ride passed without visitors or incidents. Harry was slowly getting to know the younger Peter and Remus, while Sirius and James did their best to regale Harry with stories of the Marauders’ early years. Something the boy immensely enjoyed. James had to do a few patrols during the journey, but Sirius was happy to take up the role of storyteller while the Head Boy was gone.
Harry was even given an opportunity to hear a few embarrassing stories about James trying to get Lily’s attention, something that amused the time traveler greatly. Harry tried to take in every detail, having waited his whole life to hear stories like these from his father, and when they arrived at Hogsmeade station he was surprised time had passed so quickly.
Shrinking his things back into his cloak pockets, the group of five exited the train, and were greeted by several people in passing. Harry occasionally caught whispers about James and himself, but he did his best to ignore those. Even some of the friends of the Marauders gave questioning looks towards James and Harry, but they did not voice their questions and simply introduced themselves.
In those introductions, Harry had met several people he had known by name, but not necessarily by face. Marlene McKinnon was one of those. As were Alice Fortescue, and Frank Longbottom. Respected Aurors in his time and members of the Order of the Phoenix.
As they departed towards the carriages Harry spotted Hagrid in the distance. Harry desperately wanted to go and greet the man, but knew it would make no sense to the half-giant, or the boys he was with. Determined to make an introduction as soon as possible, Harry followed the Marauders towards a carriage where they met up with Frank Longbottom, and another man that introduced himself as Dirk Cresswell, someone that had a passing familiarity to Harry, but he was unsure why at first glance.
Frank reminded Harry a lot of Neville. The young man’s face was a little skinnier, likely due to him being on the Gryffindor Quidditch team with James and Sirius. His hair was short-cut, and his hands strong when he greeted each of the boys. Harry knew Frank had to be outstanding with a wand, because in a few short years, he would defy Voldemort three times, and live to tell the tale. He wondered if he was already dating Alice Fortescue, but wasn’t sure how to ask the question. He was anxious to get to know Neville’s parents, and knew from the words of other members of the Order that they were good people.
As the carriages took off Frank grinned at Harry, “Now that we have a little more privacy I think I should tell you that you made quite the impression on my father.”
The Marauders all looked confused, while Dirk seemed interested, “I wish I had more time to speak with him. My father speaks very highly of yours. I think I definitely made the night more interesting.”
Frank chuckled at this, “First meeting with the Blacks, and already stirring the pot. I can respect that.”
Sirius looked surprised at his words, and Harry offered an explanation, “When my mother knew it was time to introduce to me her family we had dinner with the Blacks at Grimmauld Place.”
Ignoring Sirius’ twitch at the name of the home he grew up in, Harry continued, “A guest was brought along, and needless to say we had a disagreement in politics. I pointed out some of his flawed reasoning, and I think the man was tempted to draw his wand. I am told I have that effect on people.”
This caused Frank to erupt with laughter while the others still seemed to not quite understand the situation, “I think I am going to like you, Harry. Someone has to stick up for what’s right around here. I assure you, had it come to it my father would’ve protected you. With the help of your parents and Lord Black, I doubt anyone in the world could lay a finger on you.”
Harry hoped the young man’s words were true, and couldn’t help but feel the thought may be put to the test sooner than he would like. “I won’t bow to anyone's beliefs that aren’t my own and I assure you I can handle myself if it comes down to it.”
The young time traveler said this last part with a sly grin, and Frank just returned it making Harry feel that he had just made a new friend, while the others looked at Harry with something akin to respect.
Arriving at the castle, Harry followed the boys to the entrance hall making conversation about who was looking particularly fit as young teenage boys usually do. Sirius was swearing up and down that this was the year he would bag Marlene McKinnon, and Harry snorted at his godfather's colorful language as they were stopped just short of the Entrance Hall by Professor McGonagall.
The woman looked much younger in this time period, and Harry could admit that despite being his parents' age she looked quite young in comparison to how she looked in Harry’s time. The black hair was the same, but her face held the youth of a powerful young woman. Harry had watched her duel with Snape in his time, and knew the woman was gifted beyond just what she taught them in transfiguration. With a stern face the woman approached him, “Harry Potter, I presume?”
Harry offered a bow of his head, “My father sends his regards, Professor.”
“His regards are meaningless to me at the moment.” The woman said briskly, surprising the group Harry had been walking with, and she turned to face them, “Mr Potter will remain with me until the first years arrive so he may be sorted. The rest of you may find your seats.”
The Marauders offered him looks of sympathy, while Frank gave him a thumbs up making Harry grin at the boy. When the two were alone the transfiguration professor stared at him for a long moment, “You are quite the surprise, young man.”
“I am sorry my parents slighted you, Professor. I know of your friendships with them. They speak the world of you.” Harry said softly wishing to minimize the fallout in the inevitable confrontation between the two, “They only did it with my safety in mind. Perhaps they will tell you more when you meet face to face, but I swear to you there were good reasons behind my secrecy.”
McGonagall pursed her lips at his words, “I can think of none that would make them keep a secret as large as this for seventeen years. Particularly after we have been friends for the last 40.”
“I think you will find, Professor,“ Harry said with a bit of heat in his voice, “That the imagination will not drift to such dark places unless it is forced there. I assure you the circumstances of why I was raised in secrecy are not for the faint of heart. I tell you this out of respect to the 40 years of friendship you speak of. I ask that you don’t punish my parents for keeping their only surviving child safe, ma’am.”
The woman’s frown deepened at his words, and she sighed, “I expected someone more like your cousin for some reason. I see your mother and father in you though. Thank the heavens for that. I couldn’t do with another James Potter in our midst.”
As Harry heard the group of first years approaching from behind he tried to offer the woman an assuring smile, “I’m sure I will cause you all sorts of trouble, Professor, just not the kind my brother does.”
The last bit was offered cheekily, and before the woman could question him, Hagrid offered the first years to the woman. McGonagall didn’t question it any further, as she turned to face the group and relegated the exact same speech Harry had heard in his first year. Harry gave a soft smile at the memory, and watched as some of the first years looked terrified by what was to come.
When the woman left to see if the Headmaster was ready for them, many glanced towards him while others brazenly pointed at him. But he remained passive, and offered a few of the nervous ones smiles. It wasn’t long before the stern professor returned and escorted them all into the hall.
Harry followed the back of the group, and watched as many of the seated students looked at him in confusion, and like the first years, openly pointed and discussed his arrival. Of course many on the train had a chance to meet Harry, and word spread like wildfire through the hall as McGonagall explained the sorting process, and began calling the names of those who would be sorted.
The eyes Harry couldn’t avoid were staring right at him when he arrived. Headmaster Dumbledore was in the same seat he’d sat in when Harry first arrived, and greeted him with a smile as he had done all those years ago. Harry knew the man was an immensely talented legilimens though and did not retain eye contact long. His respect for the man was still there, but he had a feeling that they would not be getting along in this timeline when the gloves came off. He didn’t know what Harry had lost, and to the uninformed, his actions may seem extreme in the future, but the stakes were too high to play nicely.
Harry recognized a few names of those who were sorted, but didn’t know any of the students personally from his time as he watched the group thin out. Before he knew it he was the last man standing. His arms were crossed behind his back, and he kept a hand on his wand under his cloak that no one could see. Standing before this many people did make him nervous, but he didn’t allow the emotion to show on his face. The power of his wand offered him a calming comfort as he took steady breaths.
Dumbledore stood to make the final announcement, “Our final sorting is an unusual occurrence. A transfer from America, but a relative of this year's Head Boy, James Potter. I welcome Harry Potter to our halls, and invite him to be sorted.”
Harry offered a nod to the man, and stepped forward carefully as he took a seat on the stool turning to face the school. Many familiar faces peered up at him. Not all friends, and not all foes. Harry took calming unnoticeable breaths as the hat was placed on his head.
“I’ve never sorted one twice in nearly a thousand years.” The hat said in his mind.
“Do what you must. Put me where I belong.” Harry asked with a hint of anticipation.
“Oh, I see your life. I see your ambitions. I hear the words of your family ringing in between your ears. You are a difficult choice. You have proven your bravery. You have drawn the sword of Godric Gryffindor, yet you are a parselmouth, and have opened the Chamber of Secrets. You have an intelligence and drive that few could rival. The House of Loyalty is out of the question. You do not hold forgiveness in your heart at this time to do well there. The house of the intellect is a good fit, but not the right fight. I admit I am torn between your abilities on whether you belong with the Brave or the Ambitious.” The hat admitted in his mind.
“Put me where I will make the biggest difference. You see my task. You see what has happened. Help me prevent what happened in my world.” Harry begged quietly.
“I would be remiss in my duties if I didn’t. Godric loved this school, but he loved the people in it more. If you are to change the paths of many, then I fear you can only do it in…SLYTHERIN!”
The applause was delayed as Harry stood, and it was clear many were surprised by his sorting. His eyes drifted to the Marauders, and James and Sirius looked mildly disappointed, but Harry offered them a mischievous grin, and began to make his way towards the Slytherin table to minor applause. Taking his seat at the table, the words of Dumbledore’s opening speech barely registered as he took a seat next to a beaming Andromeda, and looked down the table to see many hostile eyes on him.
Looking over at Elaina Essex, however, was a different experience. Her eyes were on him, but they weren’t friendly or hostile. They were analytical. Almost as if she were observing a problem, or an obstacle in her path she may have to remove. In his mind, Harry considered the probability of why she looked at him this way. It was possible that she just saw him as another pureblood that might try to give her a hard time. Instead of smiling at the girl he merely nodded his head respectfully, and offered his smile to the beaming Andromeda.
As food was being served, Andromeda’s grin hadn’t left her face, “Oh, this is so exciting. Finally someone in this house other than Greengrass or Elaina who won’t run from my existence.”
“Keep smiling like that, Black, and you will scare me off as well.” Harry responded cheekily, “We should take a Christmas Card photo together and send it to Walburga. I think I made quite an impression on her. She would love it, I think.”
Andi snorted, shaking her head, “I am not particularly fond of receiving howlers from my family. They have a tendency to explode, or do other dark and nefarious things.”
Harry chuckled as the girl created an explosion-like gesture with her hands. Harry glanced around the table to take in the eyes that were on him. A majority of the house seemed to be content with ignoring him, but a select few were looking at him with looks he couldn’t quite decipher. Hints of mistrust were obvious, while some looked at him with indignant rage. A few that seemed to be around his age group however were grinning, offering quiet words of conspiracy. Harry had to refrain from smirking at these individuals. He did not wish to provoke violence unnecessarily, but if he was forced to do it there would be no hesitation. Elaina had even gone about her business again not even gracing him with any looks in his direction.
Nate Greengrass was sitting across from the pair looking like he was going to witness something morbidly fascinating occur. When he spoke, Harry couldn’t help but feel the boy felt sorry for him, “This year may be more interesting than I first suspected. Harry, Andi told me that you might get sorted into Slytherin, but for some reason, the possibility didn’t quite sink in. We’ve all been dealing with that very Gryffindor Potter for the last 7 years, and now here you are. Think you are going to rock the boat a bit, mate.”
Shrugging Harry merely stabbed at a piece of treacle tart he had pulled onto his plate, “It is what I do best. I haven’t stopped rocking the boat since I arrived here in Britain.”
A girl sitting nearby rolled her eyes at his words and spat, “Why did you even bother coming back anyway?”
Harry glanced towards the girl, and Andromeda already had the words out of her mouth before the young man could retort, “Why don’t you mind your business, Gibbons? Your brother isn’t here to back up that mouth of yours anymore.”
The girl looked outraged by Andromeda’s words, but the youngest Black Sister didn’t even look up to grace her indignation, “Don’t mind her, Harry. She is probably just displeased with what you said to some of the more ‘prominent’ families during our family dinner. Her brother was quite the duelist, so she was able to run her mouth off before, but she is just a sixth year, and knows not to cross her betters.”
Just when Harry thought the sixth-year girl would go for her wand a hand was gently placed on her shoulder, “Relax, Elspeth. Miss Black is just trying to rile you up. Besides, we don't want to make a bad impression on our newest housemate.”
The voice was one Harry recognized, and it was quite an unpleasant memory. Corban Yaxley. The blonde hair was as long as Lucius’, but instead of running loosely, it was pulled back in a tight bun. Harry had two encounters with the man that immediately came to mind. The first was on top of the Astronomy Tower the night Dumbledore was killed. The other was when he caused Ron to be splinched when his friends were fleeing from the Ministry. That was the start of a long winter, and Harry felt hatred for the man bubble in his stomach as they locked eyes. If Yaxley noticed his displeasure though he didn’t notice, “A Potter in Slytherin is quite an honor after all.”
“I am just as much a Black as I am a Potter.” Harry reminded, “Besides, the honor is all mine. Slytherin is a noble house, and while I am sure my cousin will be displeased, my mother will be thrilled.”
Yaxley offered the boy a nod, “True enough. I suppose the blood of the Blacks must be strong in you if you inherited a gift that hasn’t been seen in your family for three centuries. As a Parselmouth you belonged in Slytherin.”
Whispers immediately followed the man’s words, and Harry frowned. At the corner of his eye, he saw that Elaina suddenly appeared very interested in the conversation. With a nod of his head however, he tried to dismiss the claim casually, “Yes, but I would like to think it was my ambitions that landed me in house Slytherin, not a genetic fluke that gave me the ability to speak to snakes.”
A young man that resembled a troll that was nearby called out, “It’s not like it's a very useful skill anyway. Unless you were an heir of Slytherin it means practically nothing.”
Harry did not comment on this as murmurs of agreement followed the little troll's words. Andromeda seemed curious by Harry’s lack of reaction, and it was clear that she was not the only one as Elaina’s eyes had narrowed, while Nate seemed to be deep in other thoughts.
Harry deciding a topic change was in order he turned to Andromeda, “So who is the Quidditch Captain for this house? We will have our work cut out for us if we are to beat my cousin this year. James is likely one of the most talented non-professional Quidditch players I have ever met, but it is a matter of family honor that I end his undefeated streak. He was quite the braggart about it all summer.”
Grinning at the young man Andi pointed down the table, “My cousin, Regulus is actually the Captain for the first time this year. He is the best Keeper in the school. You didn’t get a chance to meet him due to his study abroad over the summer.”
Curiously Harry peered down at the young man that was sitting next to a familiar greasy-haired potions prodigy that made the newly appointed Slytherin grimace. Severus Snape and Regulus Black were sitting next to each other, and Harry contemplated the fact that they were likely friends despite the two-year age gap. Maybe they had taken solidarity in the fact that they both despised Sirius. Harry had known that Sirius did not have kind words for his brother, but that was because he died with the belief that Regulus had been a good little Death Eater. Harry, on the other hand, knew differently.
Regulus and Sirius definitely shared some common traits, but the grin on Regulus’ face was less mischievous and more sinister as it darted around the room as if he were searching for a victim. Their eyes met for a moment, and Harry offered the boy a nod, but all he got was a scowl in return as he bumped Snape and said a few words Harry could not interpret. The hostility he received from Snape was not surprising considering the man’s history with his family, and he tried not to hold it against the 7th-year prefect when a glare headed his way.
Andromeda whistled quietly, “I don’t expect you will receive a warm welcome from that corner. I guess Snape is going to hold it against you that you are related to the bane of his existence.”
“I will just have to prove my value on a broom.” Harry said with a shrug, “As for Snape he will see that my cousins and I are family, but we are two very different wizards. I hope no one tries anything foolish thinking we would respond the same way.”
Andromeda grinned, while Nate heard his words and glanced around to see who else had heard him. The young man did not look assured when he realized most of the table had heard Harry’s disguised warning.
When the feast ended a large portly man with a clean-shaven face, and a happy smile on his face approached Harry before he could stand, “Mr Potter, welcome to Slytherin House! It is a pleasure to have a member of both the Black and Potter clan in my house. If you have any issues navigating the castle or your classes, my door, as your head of house, is open to you.”
Harry recognized Horace Slughorn in an instant. The voice was a dead giveaway, and while he wasn’t as heavy as when Harry knew him twenty years in the future, the man was still quite large, “Thank you, Professor. I look forward to your lessons. My mother says you are the premier potions Master in Britain these days.”
The man boomed with laughter, “Oho! Dorea Black was always the flatterer when she wasn’t letting her wand do her talking. I did not have the pleasure of teaching her, but I prepared many shipments of healing potions while I was an apprentice during the Great War. I could tell you stories, my boy!”
“I would love to hear them, sir.” Harry answered with a grin, knowing there was no reason to not be on the right side of the man.
“We will get to it soon then. Now, the headmaster did send his regards, and wishes for you to come to speak with him before our evening is over.” Slughorn appeared slightly perturbed by what he said, and added, “I tried to see if the Headmaster would wait till morning, but he insisted you have words before the evening is over.”
Frowning slightly at this, Harry’s eyes went towards the head table and noticed Dumbledore was long gone. Pondering what the coming meeting would bring Harry looked towards Andromeda who shrugged, “I can escort him up to the Headmaster’s office, Professor.”
Slughorn looked pleased by the suggestion and nodded, “Very good, love to see family sticking together! Seeing as the Headmaster wants to keep you out late tonight perhaps he will escort you down to the dungeons as well. The password, my boy, is Ice Mice. Now a good evening to you both. Let’s have an excellent year!”
With that, the man began striding towards the door, and the frown on Harry’s face deepened, something Andromeda picked up on immediately, “What is it?”
“My mother and father debated on whether or not the Headmaster might try and have a meeting with me. We thought it would wait though.” With a thought, Harry drew his wand as he noticed most of the staff had departed for the evening, and students were starting to make their way out of the Great Hall, “Expecto Patronum.”
The spell was barely a whisper, and in an instant, a stag streamed out of his wand with a show of control that Harry had been taught by his father, “The Headmaster has summoned me for a meeting. I have also been sorted into Slytherin. Congratulations, Mum.”
The Stag bowed its head in a show of submission, and darted towards the head table going straight through the window, and disappearing in a flash. What remained of the students looked at him with wide eyes, and Andromeda along with Nate were shocked, “Was that a corporeal Patronus?”
In response to Nate’s question, Harry nodded, “Yes. Very useful for passing messages in a hurry. Much faster than an owl for sure.”
Harry heard the young man mutter, “No one in my family can cast a full Patronus.”
The time traveler didn’t bother to grace that with a response as he turned to a gobsmacked Andromeda, “Shall we make our way to the Headmaster’s office?”
Without a word, she nodded dumbly, clearly humbled by his casual display of powerful magic. As Harry followed the daughter of the Black Family he caught the watchful eyes of Elaina Essex on him once again. She had not hidden her stunned expression well even when she tried to school her features when they made eye contact. Raising an eyebrow at the girl she merely shook her head, and followed what remained of Slytherin house towards the dungeons.
As Harry and Andromeda began walking towards the exit of the hall more whispers followed in their wake, and they were at the grand staircase before she spoke at all, “That was quite some display of magic.”
Shaking his head Harry shrugged, “I have been able to cast it since I was thirteen. It wasn’t a display, it was merely meant to be a message to my family. It may be my favorite spell, but it is nowhere near my most powerful.”
“You will be the talk of the house by the time you get to the dungeons.” Andromeda said carefully, “I wouldn’t be surprised if Yaxley or one of the others have a go at you. Slytherin has its hierarchy, and they will want to know where you sit.”
“I would advise them against it.” Harry said warningly, “But if they can’t be dissuaded I will do as I must.”
“You are determined to make my life more interesting aren’t you?” Andromeda asked with a grin.
“I would love a peaceful year if the world would allow it.” Harry replied, “But we will see. Being summoned by the Headmaster on the first night isn’t how I would’ve liked to have started it. Speaking of interesting…Elaina, what’s her story?”
Andromeda frowned at the question, “I don’t think it's really my place to tell. Elaina is very private, and I joked about it earlier, but she is truly gifted with a wand. She competes with Lily Evans in pretty much every class. If Elaina hadn’t been in detention so many times for hexing people in our class she likely would’ve been a good candidate for Head Girl.”
Harry pondered the information before saying, “I honestly didn’t know the hat would sort Muggleborns into Slytherin for their own safety.”
“That would make sense after what I have seen with Elaina.” Andromeda conceded, “In our first few years her stuff was always stolen, or torn up. She has always been talented though, and taught the younger students not to mess with her. It didn’t stop the older Slytherins though. Slughorn finally had to put his foot down at one point, and by the time people began testing her again she was one of the best duelists in the house.”
“Talent forged by strife.” Harry muttered remembering something Charlus had told him. Nothing could make someone progress faster magically than constant danger, but even then the girl had to have had some skill to be protecting herself since her 4th year.
Andromeda seemed interested in his words, but didn’t challenge them, “Why so interested, Harry?”
“She’s one of your friends, and now my housemate.” Harry said evasively, “I also caught her glancing at me a lot during the feast.”
Wiggling her eyebrows at the young man Andromeda grinned, “Maybe she has the hots for you. You would be the first to breach those walls in all our years at Hogwarts. What a great romance it could be!”
Rolling his eyes at the girl as they rounded the corner, the familiar eagle was at the end of the corridor, and Harry looked to his new housemate, “I can take it from here. Thanks for the escort.”
Andromeda frowned for a moment as she stared ahead, “I’ve never even been in the office. I can’t imagine what Dumbledore could want from you.”
Harry knew the man was a great wizard, and couldn’t even begin to guess what the man may know, so shook his head, “I will tell you all about it when I get back.”
Andromeda looked uncertain for a moment, but wished him luck before departing back towards the Grand Central Staircase. Taking a deep breath Harry turned towards the statue and spoke the password, “Ice Mice.”
Comments
NTLuck
There was an earlier encounter when Harry spend an entire paragraph trying to guess the password. I think it was in book 4? All the while the two gargoyles were teasing him nonstop
Beau Brown
You're right, and he greets Ron, Hermione, and Harry when they get welcomed back into the Headmasters Office at the end of book 7!
NTLuck
I liked the gargoyles though 😂, they gave Harry a lot of sass on their first meeting in the books
Beau Brown
It might be a griffin or an eagle, but in both Hogwarts Legacy and in the movies it's protected by one of the two. I interchange movie Canon and book Canon a lot to convenience the story. You're actually right about Regulus playing Seeker, but we will talk more about that later. To not spoil it I will just say for now that it's not a mistake 😊.
NTLuck
I might be mistaken, but didn't Harry in book seven state that Regulus was a seeker? Also, I thought the Headmaster's office was protected by two sassy gargoyles. The eagle brings Ravenclaw to mind
