Pinkish Tone

Things are going down

A/N: New part, yeah finally! Hope you enjoy, and I'll see you later!

Harry's pov:
"Harry? You're there?" A voice asked from the door, I quickly emerged from underneath Sirius' motorcycle, which I was repairing and modifying. I looked at the doorway and saw Nymphadora standing there. I smiled and went to hug her. She jumped in my arms and hugged me with her legs too
"How are you? Molly does everything she can to keep me occupied somewhere else!" The pinkette grumbled, and sure it was very upsetting!
"Yeah I know, I sneak here often to continue on the bike, because it's the only place she doesn't look in... But yeah... She does get overwhelming... I mean... I don't have a single minute with you during the day! And the night, I'm far too tired!"
"She does everything she can to keep us separated, if it wasn't for our PTSD's, we would be far from each other too." A voice said behind us, snapping our head toward it, we saw a golden fleece, shining in the rising sun: Annabeth, and, beside her was Percy and his night coloured hair.
"Merlin's beard guys, don't give me such a heart attack ! How's it going?" I said
"Pretty great and you? You're almost finished?" Poseidon's son asked, uncovering my godfather's bike.
"Yup." I said smiling slightly "Should be ready today or tomorrow."
"You could have said you were throwing a private party!" Ron's voice said, I smiled and looked at him and my sister:
"Ah well I'm afraid there's no reason to celebrate." I said smirking before being hit on the back of my head:
"Ow! What was that for!" I shouted looking at Potter
"What do you mean what was that for! It's Hermione and yours birthday!" My eyes widened and I smirked:
"Repulso!" I said pointing at the carpet underneath Dora, making her fall in my arms "That eager to kiss an adult?" I asked with a smirk.
"Perhaps Mr Potter. Happy birthday!" She smiled and kissed me.
"That's cutely disgusting!" Percy said, snickering. I smiled and flipped him.
"Children?" Molly's voice rang from outside. Annabeth, Percy, Ron and my sister disillusioned themselves, putting the sheet back on the bike. Nymphadora and I threw ourselves at each other and began to kiss passionately.
"What in the-...!? Nymphadora! Harry! I... Didn't you heard me?!" We parted, 'surprised', Potter having a pretty blush on, thanks to her Metamorphmagus abilities.
"I'm sorry Molly..." The pinkette said, smiling sheepishly "I just wanted to celebrate with him a bit while we were alone.", and it had so much accent of truth that I kissed the ex-auror again.
"I... Well uh.... 5 minutes, then, you come help again." Molly said smiling sympathetically and exiting. The Ravagers became visible again:
"Why didn't you disillusioned yourselves too?" Percy asked
"Think seaweed brain, if they became invisible too, Molly would have went in, to see if anyone was there, she would have bumped into one of us or see the bike and uncover it. By acting like this, Harry and Potter misled her, though I think there was some truth in what our dear Metamorphmagus said." Annabeth stated with a smirk. Everyone smiled as both Nymphadora and I blushed lightly, then, they went out. I smiled and looked straight at Nymph's colorful eyes.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..." I broke the eye contact with my fiancee and looked around the garden, seeing the Weasley (minus Arthur, Percival and Charlie), Hermione, Mary McDonald and Remus, Hagrid, Percy and Annabeth, the Delacour, and of course, Potter. "Happy birthday to you, Harry and Hermione!" Everyone sang while a big snitch cake hovering above a book was put on the table. I smiled at everyone as they settled down.
"Thank you everyone for being there. I'm not... The best in pep talk and speeches, but one thing I know is that the most important thing in those troubled times is to be with the people you care about, to take care of them, to be present for them, so I thank all of you again." They smiled at me again and gave their gift, for both Hermione and I. Percy and Annabeth gave me a box I could hold in my hand. Unpacking it, I saw it was a reproduction of a bike, Sirius'. Along with it was a letter:
'Happy birthday Cornedrue! On the mini bike, you'll find a switch near the handlebar, DON'T FLICK IT NOW! Its use is to make the bike grow back to its original size because yes, it is Sirius' bike. We finished repairing it.
Dearly,
Seaweed Brain and Wise Girl'
"You guys are crazy..." I said smiling, Percy made a dramatic bow while Annabeth smiled back. Next both Remus and Molly gave me identically sized box while Hermione was receiving something from Tonks. I look at them, doing a light mental prob to see it was a watch in both package. I took Molly's and wandlessly modified the writing on top of it, before turning to Hermione and saying :
"Hey 'Mione, this one's from Molly, she mistook with my name." I said giving it "What do you say about opening them together?" I said, raising slightly my voice to avoid Molly from saying anything.
"Alright." My sister beamed. Seeing the smile, Molly understood and beamed at her. After unwrapping the gift each received, we found ourselves looking at two identical golden watch, except for one detail on each: Hermione's was a bit dented on the back, while mine had 'HP' engraved on the back:
"It's traditional to give a wizard or a witch a watch when he/she comes of age," said Mrs. Weasley, watching Hermione anxiously from beside the cooker. "I'm afraid that one isn't new like Ron's, it was actually my brother Fabian's and he wasn't terribly careful with his possessions, it's a bit dented on the back, but--" she was cut by my sister giving her a hug. I smiled and looked at Remus:
"Your mother and father want you to have it: it was your great grandfather's: Henry Charlus Potter." I smiled at him. Just then, a Patronus from Arthur told us that the Minister was coming.
"Sorry to intrude," said Scrimgeour, as he limped to a halt before the table.
"Especially as I can see that I am gate-crashing a party." His eyes lingered for a moment on the giant Snitch and book cake. "Many happy returns."
"Thanks," I said
"I require a private word with you," Scrimgeour went on. "Also with Mr.
Ronald Weasley and Miss Hermione Granger."
"Us?" said Ron, sounding surprised. "Why us?"
"I shall tell you that when we are somewhere more private," said
Scrimgeour. "Is there such a place?' he demanded of Mr. Weasley.
"Yes, of course," said Arthur, who looked nervous. "The, er, sitting
room, why don't you use that?"
"You can lead the way," Scrimgeour said to Ron. "There will be no need for
you to accompany us, Arthur."
I saw Mr. Weasley exchange a worried look with Mrs. Weasley as Ron, Hermione, Potter (in her Student form) and I stood up.
"Not you young lady." Scrimgeour said
"She's coming with us. She's my girlfriend." The minister pondered a bit on whether saying something or not, and finally nodded. Scrimgeour did not speak as we all passed through the messed kitchen and into the Burrow's sitting room. Although the garden had been full of soft golden evening light, it was already dark in here; I flicked my wand at the oil lamps as I entered and they illuminated the shabby but cozy room. Scrimgeour sat himself in the sagging armchair that Arthur normally occupied, leaving Nymphadora, Ron, Hermione and I to squeeze side by side onto the sofa. Once we had done so (Dora setting on my knees), Scrimgeour spoke.
"I have some questions for the three of you, and I think it will be best if we do it individually. If you three" -- he pointed at Potter, Hermione and I -- "can wait upstairs, I will start with Ronald."
"We're not going anywhere," I said, while both girls nodded vigorously. "You can speak to us together, or not at all."Scrimgeour gave me a cold, appraising look. I had the impression that the Minister was wondering whether it was worthwhile opening hostilities this early.
"Very well then, together," he said, shrugging. He cleared his throat. "I
am here, as I'm sure you know, because of Albus Dumbledore's will." We all looked at one another. "A surprise it seems. You were not aware then that Dumbledore had left
you anything?" We shook head.
"'The Last Will and Testament of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore'... Yes, here we are... 'To Ronald Bilius Weasley, I leave my Deluminator, in the hope that he will remember me when he uses it.'" Scrimgeour took from the bag an object that I had seen before: It looked something like a silver cigarette lighter, but it had, I knew, the power to suck all light from a place, and restore it, with a simple click.
"That is a valuable object," said Scrimgeour, watching Ron. "It may even be unique." Scrimgeour leaned forward and passed the Deluminator to Ron, who took it and turned it over in the fingers looking stunned. "'To Miss Hermione Jean Granger, I leave my copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard, in the hope that she will find it entertaining and instructive.'" Scrimgeour now pulled out of the bag a small book that looked as ancient as the copy of Secrets of the Darkest Art upstairs. Its binding was stained and peeling in places. Hermione took it from Scrimgeour without a word. She held the book in her lap and gazed at it. I saw that the title was in runes; I had never learned to read them. As I looked, a tear splashed onto the embossed symbols. "'To Harry James Potter,'" he read, and my insides contracted with a sudden excitement, "'I leave the Snitch he caught in his first Quidditch match at Hogwarts, as a reminder of the rewards of perseverance and skill.'" I took it and nothing happened.
"That's all, then, is it?" asked Hermione, making to raise herself off the sofa.
"Not quite," said Scrimgeour, who looked bad tempered now. "Dumbledore left you a second bequest, Potter."
"What is it?" I asked, excitement rekindling. Scrimgeour did not bother to read from the will this time.
"The sword of Godric Gryffindor," he said. Hermione and Ron both stiffened. I looked around for a sign of the ruby-encrusted hilt, but Scrimgeour did not pull the sword from the leather pouch, which in any case looked much too small to contain it.
"So where is it?" I asked suspiciously.
"Unfortunately," said Scrimgeour, "that sword was not Dumbledore's to give away. The sword of Godric Gryffindor is an important historical artifact, and as such, belongs--"
"It belongs to Harry!" said Hermione hotly. "It chose him, he was the one
who found it, it came to him out of the Sorting Hat--"
"According to reliable historical sources, the sword may present itself to any worthy Gryffindor," said Scrimgeour. "That does not make it the exclusive property of Mr. Potter, whatever Dumbledore may have decided."
"So... Is that all?" I asked
"No, I have the will of James Fleamont Potter and Lily Helen Potter, and, since Remus John Lupin already heard and inherited the things, only you and Miss Granger are asked to be here, Lord Black having been murdered. But of course I suppose you want Mr Weasley and Miss-?"
"Graves." Potter said.
"-Miss Graves to stay."
"You're beginning to know us it seems, Minister." I said with the hint of a smirk.
"Right. This will is by memory." he said getting a pensieve from his pocket, widening it before pouring a memory in it, waving his wand. Lily and James Potter appeared, floating above the surface:
"I, Lily Helen Potter, nee Evans-" mom began
"-and I James Fleamont Potter,-" dad continued
"Both declare that we are doing this will of sound mind and body. First, we would like to reveal that Hermione Jean Granger is in fact, Hermione Jean Potter, twin of Harry James Potter. From this, we declare that every Lordship, and Ladyship, along with their possessions should go to respectively Harry and Hermione when they reach their seventeenth birthday. To Hermione Jean Granger, we leave her the Ravenclaw Ladyship from maternal side, indeed, though Lily/I was a muggleborn, it was because my 5 times grandfather -direct descendant of Rowena Ravenclaw-, who was a squib married a muggle, and, until me no one was a wizard or a witch. Along with Ravenclaw's title, the Ravenclaw manor, Ravenclaw's artifacts, a seat at the wizengamot and the whole content of Vault 3, amount equaling 5 Billion worth of Galleons, along with three quarters of the Potter (Vault 50 million worth of Galleons) and finally, our actions in the honeydukes, Sleekeazy, Madam Malkin company, and 15% of Flourish and Blotts.
To Harry James Potter, the Lordships of Potter, Peverell and Gryffindor, the Potter/Gryffindor/Peverell Manor, Gryffindor's artifacts, the seats of Gryffindor, Peverell and Potter at the wizengamot and the contents of Vault 1, 2 and the rest of the Potter Vault, total worth 12,9 Billion worth of Galleons along with the actions of Nimbus company, 20% of Zonko and 15% of Flourish and Blotts. This will voids any past wills created. So have we sworn, so more it be." They both said with smiles. A minute passed before I smirked:
"So. How do I get my possession?"
"Uh well uh.... If you indeed are Gryffindor's descendant, you should be able to call the sword... There's a legend saying that Godric Gryffindor pulled it from the ground during a fierce battle." I nodded, put my hand above the crouch dimples and imagined the ruby-encrusted hilt appearing in my hand, before pulling out, and, under the Minister's shocked eyes, the sword appeared in my left hand.
"Th-that's amazing!" The minister said at loss of words: "We... We have to say it to the Wizarding world! Potter twins inheriting the Gryffindor lordship and the Ravenclaw ladyship! That's... That would help us a lot!" He said, seeming excited for the first time since I've known him, it almost pained to break his hopes:
"The only thing minister...is that the other camp has too a founder's descendant... Indeed, Tom Riddle, the so called lord is Slytherin's heir." It seemed to give a slap to Scrimgeour.
"He is Slytherin's heir... Very well er... I won't keep you from your guests longer. Good evening to you." He said exiting. Nymphadora turned back to her usual looks before looking at me with a smirk:
"Is Lord Gryffindor still up to marrying a proud Hufflepuff ?"
"I'm gonna make you an adept of Gryffindor. Before I'm finished with you, you'll only swore by the house of the bravery~." I smirked, nibbling her ear, she shivered delightfully
"Ugh... Get a room you two." My sis said.
"Shut it Ravenclaw, you dishonoured our many times great grandmother by going in my house and going out with someone from it!" I joked while we were coming back to the garden
"Shut it yourself Gryffindor!" She laughed.
"What happened? Is everything alright?" Molly asked worried. We looked at each other before laughing:
"Well he was executing Dumbledore's will, giving Ron his Deluminator, Hermione his own copy of Beedle the Bard, and to me the first Snitch, along with Gryffindor's sword. But, since it wasn't Dumbledore's place to give it, he didn't."
"Then why do you have it?" Arthur asked
"Well fortunately, there was a second will, and this will brought to attention the heir of Gryffindor."
"Really? Who?" The twins chorused
"Me of course, along with the heiress of Ravenclaw." I smirked while showing my sister. Jaws hit the floor, making me smirk.
"Oh I will have fun training you with your sword!" Percy said smirking, I swallowed loudly.

The next day, at the same time, the wedding was fully booming, almost everyone dancing, I for sure didn't lost any moment I could get to dance with Nymphadora, even while Polyjuiced. Now if you believe that we got to finish the evening peacefully, then, you must read again the stories they made on Percy at his time: this is no Disney film where after the wedding, the heroes are happy and live happily ever after with lots of kids. Welcome to the life of Percy fucking Jackson and Harry bloody Potter, where good news means worse news to come. Shacklebot's Patronus broke in :
“The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.” all hell broke loose as the wedding's guest ran around, apparating away. Cloaked and masked figures appeared in the crowd. All around, multiple person shouted protego at the same time. Dora and I managed to reach Percy and Annabeth. I turned around and saw Hermione and Ron, but a wall of cloaked figures was separating us.
"Go! We'll find each other later!" My sister screamed, throwing her bag I caught. I nodded, grudgingly, grabbing my fiancee's hand along with Percy's who grabbed his girlfriend's. A second later, we were on Tottenham Court Road.
"Quick here!" I said showing an alley. I opened Hermione's bag and heard books falling. You're the best sis. 15 minutes later, we were in a cafe, discussing about what happened:
"How did they got so fast in the wedding? Weren't there wards up?" Percy asked.
"Normally there was... I don't know what happened... It's... It's like..." Nymphadora began looking at me
"Voldemort has a kind of way to know where I am..." I completed darkly. The three others looked at me, with a hint of sympathy from Percy. Two guy entered the cafe.
"But that would mean you somehow have the trace still on..."
"Impossible. It's totally erased when the Wizard comes of age." Potter said categorically.
"But then how?" Annabeth asked. I looked at the two men, frowning: both were around the same height, one was looking a lot like... I jumped into action and stunned the two death eaters who were drawing their wand. I looked at both of them as my friends looked at me, shocked:
"What have you-...?!" Annabeth began but I rolled up one of the death eater's sleeve, revealing the dark mark.
"That's Dolohov, and that's Gibbon." I said showing both. Then I turned my wand towards them and: "Obliviate!", I grabbed one of them and Percy the other, and we sat them, spread out on their table. Then, we left after enervating them.
"How did you know? More importantly, how did they find us?" Annabeth asked.
"I recognized Dolohov, and I might have an idea on the how: Tom must have made his self-made name a taboo..." I said, Dora slapped her forehead with her opened hand
"Of course! He's done it last time!"
"So we can't say Moldy-wart without him finding out and sending death eaters, that's it?" Percy asked.
"Exactly seaweed brain." Annabeth said, with a small smile.
"Where are we going now?" Potter asked
"Somewhere where I'll redo the fidelius charm." I said, holding my hand out. The three of them nodded and took my hand, and we were a second later in front of the twelfth of Grimmauld Square. I opened the door... And saw and heard my dad and Sirius, their back on fire... Literally, running, screaming and being chased by my mom, Marlene and Narcissa Malfoy the three looking angry and firing curses.
"What the bloody hell is happening?!" I asked, my eyes widening.
"Hey Harry, to answer your question, your dad and Sirius wanted to prank my mother, but both Marlene and her got caught, your mother got angry since her friend was touched, and began to chase your father and godfather with the two others, and you got there now." A drawling voice said beside us, all four of our wand pointed at a blond and pale man
"Rough night?" The figure said, gulping and putting it's hands up
"Malfoy ?! Since when do you call me Harry?!"
"Since your parents knocked some senses into me..."
"Wow err alright..." But then a yelp of pain coming from my father brought me back to reality. I sighed: I've already done so much in such a little evening.... I'm tired ! Still, I pointed my wand at my throat and:
"STOP!!!!" I shouted, the five witch and wizard stopped moving in akward positions then:
"Harry!" Four of them shouted while running to hug me.
"Hi... Guys..." I managed, choking but smiling, they released me with big wide smiles and Mrs Malfoy came to me before falling on her knees and shaking with tears, but a big smile:
"Thank you Mr Potter! Thank you so much for saving my Draco!" She cried, smiling
"Get up, we don't do that here! It was only normal..." I said taking both arms of the blond woman and making her step up, she turned towards my fiancee and:
"I'm so sorry Nymphadora for being such a bad aunt!" She cried hugging her niece who looked surprised.
"Where's Hermione? Harry?" I sighed:
"It's going to take a bit of time."