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Can I Keep The Tiara?

A group of goblins stood in the headmaster's office, understandably outraged. The wizard was trying to calm both the goblins and the Hogwarts board of directors. Both groups were out for blood, specifically Dumbledore's. Some context may be necessary at this point.

The day had started like any other: Harry was bolting down the stairs of the boy's dorm in an attempt to get away from the Weasley twins. They had decided to play a small prank on the two after they gave one of the second years a prank sweet. It took a bit of time to set up, meaning they had to get Siri and Remi to mail them the main part: screaming rubber chickens. They had stuck the chickens to the bottoms of their shoes, causing them to start the day with a small scare.

"Get back here, you little shit!" Fred, jumped over one of the love seats while George dodged around a fifth year.

"Get bent old men!"

Harry threw themself out of the portrait door when a first year moved to get out of the way. They spun around as the twins stumbled out of the portrait hole and threw a hand full of hot pink glitter on the two with a sticking charm. With a flourishing bow, they took off down the stairs to the Great Hall.

They were almost to their destination when they were tackled by George. Kicking the boy off, they dashed into the Great Hall. Fred and George finally cornered them in between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables, grinning victoriously. That was until Harry smiled back twice as ferally.

"Nice try boys! But you never stood a chance. Geegee!" Harry flipped the two off as they fell backwards, falling through their shadow and into another room. The room was huge and filled to the roof with junk, overflowing with antiquities and random objects. "Where are we?"

"Not sure! I found this place while I was snooping around the castle! It has some cool junk, like daggers and swords!"

The two shrugged at each other before deciding to look around to see if they could find anything really cool. They dug through a number of piles, mostly cracking jokes at everything they found. Harry was careful about any cursed items they came across, well mostly, they did find a cursed doll that was thrown when it bit Geegee.

It was quite a while later, when they had taken a break to ask the house elves for something to eat, that they found an old mannequin head. A blonde wig with a tiara was perched on the mannequin. Even from their spot on the floor, the two could feel the dark magic pouring off the delicate crown.

"Geegee, I'm pretty sure that's another horcrux. Like, I'm 88 percent sure of it. Will you-"

"Absolutely not! It took me weeks to get that gods awful taste out of my mouth! Call the goblins or Sirius!"

"Oh come on! It can't have been that bad!"

"I'd rather eat Sirius's mother's portrait!"

With a great deal of grumbling, Harry snatched up the tiara before the two fell through the shadows into Sev's office. So, maybe both of them going at the same time hadn't been the best idea. They were now in a tangled up pile on the office floor while Severus sat in his chair with his head in his hands.

"Sev! Look what we found!"

"What did yo-"

The man made a strangled sound, looking ready to cry at the sight of the tiara and the feeling of dark magic. He apparently decided to postpone his mental breakdown as he moved to floo call Grimtalon.

This is where they were now, sitting in the headmaster's office while he was yelled at by both the goblins, who had since sent the horcrux off to be cleansed, and the board of directors, who all had children or grandchildren who came to Hogwarts.

"You mean to tell me," Lucius Malfoy stepped forward to glare at Dumbledore, "that you allowed something created using the most vile of magic to remain near our children?"

"Had I known, I would have-"

"You should have done a routine inventory sweep of every room in Hogwarts! We at Gringotts have already dealt with multiple of these horrendous objects, we would have gotten rid of it for free. These objects go against magic herself!"

Dumbledore seemed to squirm at the unsaid accusations about neglecting the castle before going pale. No one was supposed to know about the horcruxes! Unconsciously, his eyes flit over to where Harry sat, dead staring through the old man. A chill ran up his spine.

Said child was watching the old man's reactions to everything that was happening with a keen eye. The bastard may lie to the others, but Harry had taught themself how to read people and their tells. The man was nervous, not because of the possibility of losing his job, no there was something else.

"Mx. Potter?"

"How can I help, Grimtalon?"

"It has come to our attention that this should be the last horcrux. We will start a wide sweep to find the main soul piece. I'll be in contact."

"Oh, before I forget! Would it be possible for me to keep that tiara after the soul piece is removed? Geegee wants it since it's shiny."

"I will ask King Ragnok. Goodnight Sain Naiz."

"To you as well, Khaany Naiz!"

The board of directors sent Harry a pointed look, allowing them to excuse themself as well as Sev. The two walked back to Sev's office where the man got himself a glass of firewhiskey and they curled up on the small sofa. Silence filled the room save for the quiet crackling of the fire a few feet away.

At some point, Severus had begun to grade the essays he had put off for a few hours at least while Harry dozed lightly cuddled up with Geegee in her cat form. It had become a small tradition for them to simply keep each other company, working on different things most of the time. Other times, they would sit and talk about different subjects for hours on end.

It was an hour or two later when Sev woke them up to get them to go back to the Gryffindor dorms. Geegee ended up shadowing them to their bed to make sure they didn't fall asleep in a random place around the castle.

"Goodnight Harry."

"Night Gee."