A/N: Okay, before we start with this final chapter, I want to forewarn EVERYONE. Yes, I did it and no I won't take it back. It is a learning experience for Harry and that is how it is going to stay. Please, don't be upset. It fits with the rest of my plans for Book 2.

That being said, I am sorry, but I am not sorry.

Read on in fear,
Lord Sin Wolf

Today was the day. This was it. Everyone in the Weasley house was in a panic. Family flying everywhere trying to get everything ready for their departure on the Hogwarts Express. Harry, having been excited to attend, had all of his things packed for days. Nothing was going to slow him down, he had one last thing to collect before they left. He went out to the Barn and up to the Potions room. He went to the Snake Pit as the twins dubbed his pets room.

§This is it you two, the day we leave for Hogwarts.§

Each snake yawned, not used to being up this early unless it was raining. §Harry, do we have to go? We can stay here and sleep.§

§No, Humr, you have to go. Now, like we practiced. §

The day he returned from Black Manor, Harry had immediately gone to his snakes to be sure they were okay. He had read in one of the books at the manor about magical familiars.

Magical Familiars

While any animal can be a familiar, magical familiars are even more special. Bonding only to the strongest witches and wizards, magical familiars can also be transformed into a tattoo like appearance for travel as well as other purposes that vary between familiars. For example, if one were bonded to a phoenix, and the bird was shifted into a tattoo, one can use their Fire Apparation at will.

Thus, Harry had spent days attempting to find out the correct way to get them to bond with his skin in such a fashion. They figured it out just yesterday. The snakes crawled up Harry's legs and slithered under his shirt, one snake down each arm, before Harry felt the slight burning sting of the melding process. Rolling up his sleeves he saw a perfect colored tattoo of each of his snakes on one arm or the other.

Harry ran back across the field to the House just as Molly was calling to him. He tucked under her arm and ran to the Floo. Usually, the family ventured through Muggle London and King's Cross Station, but as they had Harry with them and their were suspicions of Bella building up Death Eater forces (thank you Cornelius Fudge and the Dailey Prophet) the DMLE had convinced them to go via Floo directly to the Platform.

The rest of the family was ready by then and standing by the Floo. Ginny was in Diagon with Ollivander and Petunia. They stood, lined up oldest to youngest by the fire, trunks at their sides.

"Well, if we don't leave we will be late."

"We are always late Mum." One of the twins said as they grabbed a handful of powder and shot off to Platform 9 and 3/4 .

One by one the family followed. Harry came through and saw a wild haired Hermione already talking rapidly to Ron, apparently having been here for quite some time.

"Harry." She ran over and hugged him hard. "I have been here since dawn, couldn't even get on the Platform yet when I got here. My parents couldn't come through though, wish they could. Come on, I already have a compartment for us."

The two boys quickly gave hugs to Molly and ran after a rapidly talking Hermione.

They all waved as the train pulled from the station a few minute later. They had a compartment towards the back of the train, hopefully out of the way of heavy traffic. Harry wished that Bella could have been there but knew she was on the run and was content with having said goodbye in Gringotts.

The friends talked for a while about all of the things they had done over the summer, carefully avoiding talking about his kidnapping, Harry emphasized his time in the mine and his working with Oliivander. They learned that Hermione was pretty lonely her whole life, given her talent for learning at an incredible pace, and that she really was completely enthralled by the fact she had friends.

As Ron was telling the story of how he had crafted the basis of his Wand, handing it to Hermione to inspect up close, the door swung open and a blonde-haired boy stepped in.

"Have any of you seen Harry Potter, I heard he was on the train this year."

The three looked at each other and for once Harry was glad he was wearing his Glamour even in the privacy of the compartment.

"Oh, apologies Lord Peverell," the boy said, seeing Harry's glamoured face. "I did not realize this was your compartment." The boy made to leave but stopped. "What are you doing with a mudblood and a blood traitor?"

Magic seeped into the air at the boy's words. Harry knew what they meant, Bella taught him, and he was furious. Slowly, and with purpose he stood. The blonde seemed content to cower in fear as even his over grown cronies had fled the scene.

"You listen, and listen well you washed out piece of filth. This Pureblood's family took me in when I was left in the cold. And this muggle-born is a fine girl who is under my direct protection. You step a toe out of line and the weight of my entire House will fall on your head."

Then, as the boy wet himself, he made a bigger mistake. "But, aren't you the last of your line?"

He flew from the door way of the compartment. Harry's Staff floated into his hand and he slammed it on the floor, sparks flying from it. "Know this, the house of Peverell has many allies, many powers. No one and nothing will be used to threaten me and mine. From here on, these two are under protection of the House of Peverell, so mote it be. Run puny boy. Find your friends and hide in the deepest darkest corner you can."

As Ron and Hermione watched Harry lose his temper they vowed silently never to go there with him. Then as he spoke of them being under his protection, they watched the visible wave of Magic radiate from him and tie them to him. Ronald's mouth fell open as he realized what had just happened. The blond boy had run as Harry floated into the hallway yelling after him. Then, the green-eyed fool collapsed and passed out.

Three hours later, Harry came too, he was lain on the bench across from his two friends. He swung his legs to the side and sat up. He nearly stepped on Camilia.

§Careful Harry. I do bite you know. §

Harry bid her a silent apology and looked at his friends, who had stopped talking as he woke up. He noticed that Hermione had tears running down her face and cheeks reddened for unknown reasons.

"Harry, that was stupid."

"I couldn't just let him…"

"Not that Harry," Ron gave him a look of sadness. "You are a fool. You used the Contract spell."

"The what?"

"So mote it be is a spell Harry. It binds you to your words. It is one of many spells that are charged with emotion."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning you royally messed up. Do you remember what you said?"

"I told him you two were under the protection of my House."

"And you remember how you had to protect Petunia?"

"I adopted her into the Potter family. Ron, where is this going?"

Ron handed Harry four letters that must have arrived since he passed out.

Dear Mr. Ronald Weasley-Peverell

We at Gringotts are happy to welcome you to the Peverell Family, your vault has been updated and you have been granted access only available to Friends of Goblins.

May rivers run red with thine enemies blood,

Riptooth,

Peverell Manager

Dear Miss Hermione Peverell

We at Gringotts are happy to welcome you to the Peverell Family, you now have a vault in our bank, your key will be made in 24 hours, and you have been granted access only available to Friends of Goblins.

Congratulations on your marriage.

May rivers run red with thine enemies blood,

Riptooth,

Peverell Manager

Ronald Weasley.

What in heaven's name possessed you to be adopted partially by Harry? What happened? I saw you two hours ago and already you are pledging our entire house into an Alliance Contract?

You had best answer me as soon as you get to school.

Your Mother.

Hermione Jean Granger,

You have been gone for six hours and we get a letter from the bank that you are somehow married to that ponce who made your Wand?

Dan and Emma Granger

Just as Harry finished reading those an owl tapped at the window. Ron let it in and this time the letter was for Harry, and there were two of them.

Harold James Peverell,

I congratulate you on your adoption of a minor and on your sudden marriage.

May Gold flow from your enemy's hearts,

Axeblade

Harold,

We need to talk.

Bella Peverell

As the train pulled into Hogsmeade Station Harry spoke softly, "What the hell did I do?"

A/N: Alright so that happened. Again sorry not sorry. We will all must learn that our actions have consequences. This is Harry's lesson. Feel free to leave Hate as I will not be caring about it at this time. If you don't hate it, well then at least I know you will likely read book 2.

Hoping you pay attention to detail,
Lord Sin Wolf