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             <p>“As Mr. Malfoy so crassly brought up the subject of money, I will address it. The only real arguments I have had with the Weasleys have revolved around that subject. I had to make it a condition of my coming to stay with them that they let me chip in a little for the grocery bill. They didn’t really want to let me do it, but the last of the Potters isn’t going to be a freeloader. Again, I will point out that they befriended me before they realized who I was. I have no doubt of their intentions and there is no place that I would rather live than with the first people to show me what a proper family was like. I’m sure the Diggorys are nice people, but I don’t really know them and don’t know if I’ve ever met their son. I hope that I have been able to address any concerns in the minds of the court and that my desires in this matter will be given proper weight.”</p>
             <p>Madam Bones looked at Harry for a long moment as the other judges whispered to each other. Finally she nodded. “Mr. Potter, you mentioned some conditions you agreed to with the Weasleys?”</p>
             <p>“Yes, Madam Justice. The first regarded the room and board, though I suspect Mrs. Weasley purposefully underestimates how much I eat, therefore I will likely be accompanying her to the grocers at some point in the future.” He turned and smiled at her to take the sting out of his words. “The second was with regards to my shouldering the expenses for any additional security needs, and I am coordinating that with the manager of my inheritance as soon as things are settled. Well, if they are settled, I suppose.”</p>
-            <p>“Is there a particular reason you are concerned about security?” She asked. Her eyes darted towards the Diggorys. “Is the Weasley residence a hazardous place to live?”</p>
+            <p>“Is there a particular reason you are concerned about security?” she asked. Her eyes darted towards the Diggorys. “Is the Weasley residence a hazardous place to live?”</p>
             <p>“Oh no,” Harry disagreed. “I just felt it prudent to make sure everything was covered. You see, the incident at the Dursley household was precipitated by someone sending me a package on my birthday that contained a quartet of doxies.” With that he slid up the right sleeve of his robes, revealing the large scar on his forearm. “As you can see, I did not escape unscathed.”</p>
             <p>Madam Bones’ lips compressed as she frowned. “Do you know who sent those to you?” she asked.</p>
             <p>“I don’t know for sure, Madam Justice,” Harry replied, then turned toward the Malfoys. “Though I can think of some who’d wish me injured or wrongly punished for under-age magic use,” he spat venomously.</p>

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-            <p>Harry awoke with his skin burning like it was on fire. He bit back his cries as the pain faded. When he was sure he could move again, he sat up and swung his feet to the floor. He looked around at Dudley’s abandoned storage room. It was the most beautiful thing he’d seen for years. He looked over at the Snowy Owl that was still staring at him. “I bloody did it, Hedwig!” he whispered fiercely, “it bloody well worked!” The owl didn’t react to her name, and Harry reviewed his recent memories in confusion. “Oh, sorry girl,” he said as he got up and opened the cage door. He stroked her soft head feathers, something his future self hadn’t gotten to do for too many years. “How do you like the name Hedwig, girl? It’s a pretty name for a pretty owl.” The owl bobbed her head and rubbed her beak across Harry’s knuckles. He gave her an owl treat and she hooted softly at him.</p>
+            <p>Harry awoke with his skin burning like it was on fire. He bit back his cries as the pain faded. When he was sure he could move again, he sat up and swung his feet to the floor. He looked around at Dudley’s abandoned storage room. It was the most beautiful thing he’d seen for years. He looked over at the Snowy Owl that was still staring at him. “I bloody did it, Hedwig!” he whispered fiercely. “It bloody well worked!” The owl didn’t react to her name, and Harry reviewed his recent memories in confusion. “Oh, sorry girl,” he said as he got up and opened the cage door. He stroked her soft head feathers, something his future self hadn’t gotten to do for too many years. “How do you like the name Hedwig, girl? It’s a pretty name for a pretty owl.” The owl bobbed her head and rubbed her beak across Harry’s knuckles. He gave her an owl treat and she hooted softly at him.</p>
             <p>Harry sighed happily and looked up at the paper pinned to the wall that counted down the days until he left for Hogwarts. He still had nearly two weeks. The battered clock on the desk told Harry it was a little after two in the morning. Harry stood thinking for a moment before pulling on his battered trainers and sliding his wand under his over-sized shirt. Finally, his vault key and money bag went into his pocket. Harry slipped out of the house with the stealth he learned at a young age from trying to avoid his relatives.</p>
             <p>Harry stood on the darkened kerb, the moon just beginning to peek around the clouds, and held his wand up. He stared at it for a moment, surprised to see smooth wood, unblemished by the scorch marks and nicks his memory showed him. He jumped as the Knight Bus appeared with a loud bang.</p>
             <p>“Leaky Cauldron,” Harry said coolly as he paid his fare. A slightly younger Stan Shunpike than he remembered from his third year took his money. Harry avoided the young man’s eyes and made his way to a sliding bed before anyone noticed his scar.</p>
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             <p>Once they were back in the lobby and he’d exchanged some galleons for pounds, Harry turned to his guide. “Did my parents leave anything besides money? Any papers, journals? I have so little to remember them by,” he added wistfully.</p>
             <p>The goblin did not appear to be comfortable dealing with emotional humans. “I believe there is a family vault, and some investments, but by the terms of your inheritance I’m afraid you will not be able to access them until you are of age.”</p>
             <p>“Really?” Harry asked, feigning surprise. “Would it be possible to speak to the account manager?”</p>
-            <p>“Why would you wish to do that?” The goblin asked suspiciously.</p>
+            <p>“Why would you wish to do that?” the goblin asked suspiciously.</p>
             <p>Harry shrugged nonchalantly, though later he imagined the gesture looked somewhat odd coming from a child. “I have a few general questions about how it is being handled. I also have to consider whether I may want to move my assets once I am old enough,” he replied coolly.</p>
             <p>The goblin’s eyes widened. It wasn’t often that a junior employee got the opportunity to receive the blame for a multi-million galleon account being lost to one of Gringotts’ overseas competitors. “I will see if Goldfarb is available,” he said quickly and scurried off.</p>
             <p>Within minutes Harry was escorted into a comfortable conference room with an extremely fat goblin who wore a plaid waistcoat and had a tiny pair of gold-rimmed spectacles perched on the bridge of his bulbous nose. “Mr. Potter,” the goblin rumbled, inclining his head without smiling.</p>

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             <p>“Wands at the ready!” shouted Lockhart, getting into the theatricality of the moment again. “On the count of three, cast to disarm, only! One… Two… Three…”</p>
             <p>Draco’s wand started moving on two, but Harry felt Snape’s eyes on him. He knew if he conjured a shield before ‘Three’, he would be called on it, no matter how Draco cheated. Instead he rolled his torso and ducked to the side, letting the Slytherin’s spell shoot past him. After the third count, he brought his wand up.</p>
             <p>“Expelliarmus!” <em>Let no one accuse me of breaking the rules here,</em> Harry grumbled to himself as Draco tried to dodge his counterstroke. The spell clipped Draco in his left shoulder, spinning him around. The boy did, however, maintain hold of his wand.</p>
-            <p>Draco’s eyes lit with rage and he brought his wand up again. Harry braced himself and began the motions for a shield charm when Snape’s voice cut through the air like a whip. “Enough! Cease this instant!” He snarled in a venomous tone.</p>
+            <p>Draco’s eyes lit with rage and he brought his wand up again. Harry braced himself and began the motions for a shield charm when Snape’s voice cut through the air like a whip. “Enough! Cease this instant!” he snarled in a venomous tone.</p>
             <p>Harry raised the point of his wand, but didn’t take his eyes off Draco as Snape spoke to his student in a voice too quiet to hear. Peripherally, Harry was aware of Neville releasing Justin from a leg-locker curse as Ron handed Seamus his wand back. Hermione extended a hand to Millicent, helping the larger girl up from the floor. Bulstrode gave her a respectful nod as she rubbed at her right wrist and forearm.</p>
             <p>The Great Hall was in chaos, with roughed up and afflicted students everywhere. Lockhart tried to sort things out, and finally suggested that they work on blocking unfriendly spells.</p>
             <p>Of course, Snape’s voice rang out over the clamour and suggested Harry and Draco take the stage for the demonstration – something the Boy Who Lived had been anticipating with some glee.</p>

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             <p>Harry tripped, and barely caught himself before he fell. <em>You’d think I’d be used to this by now</em>, he thought wryly. “I’ve had to do some things I’m not very proud of,” he said quietly.</p>
             <p>“But for good reasons?” she asked.</p>
             <p>“The road to hell is paved with good intentions,” Harry said thickly. He didn’t turn around, but he could feel eyes on his back.</p>
-            <p>“I thought it went to Bristol,” Luna said absently, “or was it Gloucester?” She frowned, pursing her lips. “Anyway,” she continued, “how can we be angry with you, if you did it for us because you loved us?”</p>
+            <p>“I thought it went to <em>Bristol</em>,” Luna said absently, “or was it Gloucester?” She frowned, pursing her lips. “Anyway,” she continued, “how can we be angry with you, if you did it for us because you loved us?”</p>
             <p>“Er…” Harry didn’t really have an answer for that one. A set of tiny fingers wrapped around his right hand, and he felt a flush of shame. Ginny had just been through a horrendous experience, nearly dying, and now here she was trying to comfort him. Pathetic, that’s what it was. “I’m fine,” he said quickly, “I’m just a little disoriented, I think.”</p>
             <p>They accepted that, but Ginny didn’t let go of his hand, so he wasn’t sure she believed his explanation. Eager to change the subject, he came to a stop as soon as they passed the split wall that marked the edge of the Chamber. “<em>Close!</em>” he hissed in Parseltongue. The wall slid slowly shut behind them, until the carved snakes met in the middle again.</p>
             <p>“Why did you seal it up again?” Neville asked.</p>

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             <p>As they all stood in the Headmaster’s office for the second time in less than a week, Harry was trying to figure out if the old man was more amused than angry about the damage to the school. His friends were a lot easier to read; they were petrified. As soon as Harry explained that he’d cast the spell that created that thunderous detonation, the attention was focused primarily on him.</p>
             <p>“I got the idea from a muggle device I saw on the telly,” he explained. “It’s called a Flash-Bang, basically a small bomb that just makes a very bright flash and a very loud sound. They use it to disable people without killing them, sir.” The American War-mages had not been averse to using Muggle technology to gain an advantage in a fight.</p>
-            <p>“So you took a regular noisemaking spell and…?” The headmaster asked, his eyes twinkling again.</p>
+            <p>“So you took a regular noisemaking spell and…?” the headmaster asked, his eyes twinkling again.</p>
             <p>Harry shrugged. “I cast it a lot harder than what it takes for a simple noise-maker, so that stepped up the output a bit.”</p>
             <p>“A bit,” Professor McGonagall said in a very chill voice. “Enough to shatter twenty-three panes of glass and damage a dozen more.”</p>
             <p>Harry scowled. “We were defending ourselves from an unprovoked attack.”</p>

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             <p>Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood, rooted in shock and horror. The memories of the Hogwarts Massacre were still fresh, but this was even worse. At least someone had been able to fight back before. These children, some as young as four or five, were completely helpless. Wizards and witches drunk on the power of Dark Magic tortured and murdered them for no purpose other than satisfying their own sadistic urges.</p>
             <p>Ron and Hermione clung to each other, and Harry could hear one or both of them sobbing quietly. He stood there numbly until his eyes were drawn to a flash of red.</p>
             <p>A breeze generated by the roaring flames stirred the hair of a little girl, no more than ten or eleven. Bright red hair spread out like a fan on the ground around her head, and glassy eyes stared up into infinity. Harry had a sudden urge to close them, but couldn’t move his feet. He knew those eyes would prove to be brown. She looked just like Ginny had, all those years ago, lying on the cold stone floor in the Chamber of Secrets. But this girl wouldn’t revive when he killed Tom Riddle’s diary. She was dead forever, just like his Ginny…</p>
-            <p>Harry threw back his head and screamed. He brought up his wand in both hands, holding it almost like a sword. He didn’t even remember shouting an incantation before a massive bolt of lighting erupted from the end of his wand. Harry was blown backward off his feet, the tip of his wand smoking, as the Dark Mark was wiped from the sky.</p>
+            <p>Harry threw back his head and screamed. He brought up his wand in both hands, holding it almost like a sword. He didn’t even remember shouting an incantation before a massive bolt of lightning erupted from the end of his wand. Harry was blown backward off his feet, the tip of his wand smoking, as the Dark Mark was wiped from the sky.</p>
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