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Chapter 1:
Sunday, December 20th, 1992: 430 am:
Harry was already up and showered and was getting dressed in the best of his school clothes. He had travel plans for that day. Plans that he was not going to give up. No matter what. Or who interfered.
He had already sent his owl off to Neville’s Gran with a note from Nev and ordered her to stay put till he specially called her.
He finished dressing and tossed on his school satchel which held the books and things he would need for the winter break. Tossing the strap over his shoulder and pocketing his wand. Then putting on his father’s cloak, which would hide him from those seeking him, he headed out of the dorm and from there out of the common room and out of Hogwarts itself. Walking down to the Hogshead where he would floo to Diagon. And from there, his meet up.
He had already been looked at funny with Filch’s cat’s petrification. The whispering started with the headmaster’s action that night. But the outright harassment started after the Creepy Creevey petrification the day after he had yelled at the boy. With no one taking into account he had been under the care of Madam Pomphrey for the incident that happened in front of the entire student body and staff. And was caused by a staff member to boot.
Hermoine and Ron stood by him during that time. As did Neville. But everyone else was turning against him once again. Including his “family”, Gryffindor House. But, between the incident during the aborted dueling class against Malfoy jr. And everyone learning he could speak to snakes, even Ron and to an extent Hermione, pulled away from him. The final straw being a day later when Justin and the Gryffindor ghost were also being found petrified.
Now only the twins and Neville stood by him. With all three helping him set up the meetings he wanted to set up and was traveling to London for. As he knew his own mail was monitored and tampered with. They sent the missives off themselves and acted as intermediaries.
And the twins had added to it by pointing out how to get to Hogsmeade and the Hogshead Pub which would allow him to floo to Gringotts and not the Leakey. Which was where he was headed currently.
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He met up with the proprietor of the Hogshead, paid him the money to use his floo and went through to the public floo entrance of Gringotts. Where he was met by Blankenfield, the Goblin assigned to him for the meeting, who escorted him to room it was all to take place in.
Honestly, using Polyjuice to find out if jr was the one petrifying everyone, when all he really wanted was to prove he was not the one doing it. How very Nancy Drew of Hermione in “solving the mystery”, and Ron’s “going on another adventure.” And all at his expense. When all he needed and wanted to do was prove his own innocence and get the adults up to doing their actual damn job.
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It was now 6 am when they entered the room where the meeting was scheduled to be. In the center of the room was a large chair that could sit Hagrid, the half-giant that worked at the school. Behind the seat was a backing was a large circle that had colored bands from the blue center to a deep red in the outer rings.
This was the Goblin Truth Chair. Where the being who sat in it was judged by the magic in the chair on the truth they spoke. And just how much of what they said was the truth.
The deeper the blue, the more truthful, while the deeper the red the worse the lie.
In the room was a man of medium height and salt and pepper hair. His laugh lines prominent on his face, and spotted hands showed a life well lived. While next to him was a straight-backed woman with short greying blond hair, and the white robes with a red band to show she was an auror, while the piping on the band showed she was of rank in the field. Around her neck was a chain holding a monocle. With the rest in the room being various goblins.
The man was Edward Cuff, the editor of the Daily Prophet, the community’s largest newspaper, while the female was Madam Amelie Bones, Head of the Depart of Magical Law Enforcement (DMLE).
Harry bowed his head to the goblin lined up to record the full session, then turned and did the same with Madam Bones, then Mr. Cuff. Before turning to Blankenfield and asking if Cuff had taken his own oath while sitting on the chair. Getting the affirmative and added that both had agreed to the goblin’s copy being received to them instead of their own Dicta-Quills going. Though both stipulated that they would be taking their own notes to refer back to.
Which he nodded too as fair. And got out of his own robe to make himself comfortable in the chair.
Stating his full name: Harry Jamesson Potter, Son of James Fleamont Potter, and Lillybeth Heather Potter nee: Evans. Grandson of Fleamont Harry Potter and Euphemia Clarissa Potter nee: Longbottom. And Harry Earl Evans and Rosemary Evans nee: Anderson.
The statement made was deemed truthful.
And from there the time for the truth and nothing but the truth began. And with it those who tried to avoid having the Abyss looking back would find it no longer possible.