"Now, lean a little forward, like this," Sirius continued as he bent at his waist, just a tiny bit. Harry copied and the broom lowered. "Good, now, lean back, like this." He straightened and showed how far to move. Once again Harry copied and the broom moved back up to four feet. The instructions continued until Harry was making circles around the sandbox, whooping with joy. His little face red from the cold and the flying, but there was a huge smile plastered on it.
After flying for about a half an hour, the adults called it quits for the night. And they all went inside to eat the meal of pot roast that Tippy made them.
Hydrus laid down some rules. "Harry, no flying without an adult, only inside the fence and not in the house," he said firmly. "If you do I will take your broom away."
"Okay, Uncle Hydrus," Harry nodded quickly, not wanting to lose his new toy. "Can I take it to Neville's?"
"You have to ask Uncle Sirius, he's the one taking you," was the gentle reply.
"I have no problem with that. Are you going to share?" the godfather asked.
"Yup, Neville'll be happy," the child grinned. If he liked flying everyone must.
"We'll see," Hydrus said, remembering that Neville didn't like flying at all. Not even when he was older, however, that might be because that bastard uncle of his dropped him out of a window. So, maybe, he wasn't scared of heights this time. He grinned internally at how he heard that Frank got the man sent to Azkaban for attempted murder of a magical child.
They moved to the living room and watched the evening news. Then Hydrus put in one of the educational cartoons and let Harry have the TV until bedtime.
The next day after a breakfast of omelets, while Harry was playing in his room, the newspaper came with the headline:
The Dark Mark Gone: Death Eaters In A Frenzy
The story that followed was about how all the incarcerated followers of He Who Must Not Be Named were screaming their denials that their only chance to escape was now gone. Some of them went so far as to hurt themselves by bashing their heads on the walls of their cells. The Dementors were agitated with all the emotions in the air; though very few of those thoughts were happy, at least none from the Death Eater. The prisoners had been examined and their arms were clean of the mark, and all of them were severely weakened. It was a mystery that the Department of Mysteries was determined to solve.
"Well, that's one less thing we have to tell Dumbledore," Hydrus said as he laid The Times on the coffee table.
"Maybe you should send those Founders artifacts to him anyway," Remus suggested.
"Yeah, I will. I just won't tell him they were horcruxes. He's a smart man; he'll figure it out for himself. Though, now he's going to want to see Harry," the immortal said. "I've been thinking, Sirius, you know the ritual, you can tell him you rid Harry of his. Use your brother as a reason for knowing. Tell him Kreacher gave you the story and that you found the ritual in the Black library." His mind was working furiously, going over scenarios. "You could say you were worried about the scar not healing and checked it out. When you figured out what it was, you found a way to rid Harry of it."
"That's not a bad idea," the godfather said as he picked up The Times to read over the other headlines to make sure there was nothing else going to hit them on the head.
"Well, I, for one, am glad that I do not have to lie to anymore," Remus confessed, he was always the more rule-abiding person of the house. Though he was upset with the Headmaster for Hydrus's past, he just didn't like lying.
"You never had to lie to begin with," Hydrus corrected the werewolf, a bit confused. "As far as I know the last you heard from the Headmaster was right after you moved in here," he said, since Dumbledore was the only man that Remus was asked to fib to. With his book store the werewolf hardly ever venture into the magical world.
"Well, you are correct, but I do not like lying," the werewolf said, running his hand through his hair. "It agitates the wolf, which in turn, makes me jumpy."
"Oh, I didn't know that. Why didn't you say so before?" the time traveler asked, though if you asked him a lot made the man in front of him jumpy. There was still so much he didn't know about werewolves, since Remus wasn't a typical one, and there was little truth written about them.
"You made me take a vow," was the quiet answer.
"Yeah, and I'm still holding you to that, but I also said to tell the truth when you could. Lies are too easily torn apart, which is why I'm concerned about my cover story," Hydrus said, looking at the wolf a bit upset at where this conversation was going. He would not be blamed for making them take a vow, his secrets are too important.
"Hey, Hydrus, it says here Gringotts is upping their fees," Sirius interrupted, lowering the paper to look at the immortal. "I was wondering why you never opened a bank to shut them down."
"I was going to, but Mr. Jasper, my lawyer, said I couldn't because there's a Merlin bedamned treaty. If I open a bank then they revolt. Those greedy bastards have a monopoly on finances in Britain and parts of the continent. I won't be responsible for them attacking innocents because of revenge," he huffed, folding his arms in frustration. He had been very put out when he heard that bit of news.
"Oh. So, why didn't you do like last time and get people to move their vaults?" the confused dogman asked. "Come to think of it, you wanted me to keep all my gold in Gringotts."
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