Heir of Fury

Chapter 3

-Wrath-

"This…is a lot to take in." Madame Bones sighed out, running a hand down her face as they all sat in the woman's office, having just explained how Fury had found him when he was a baby and the rest of the information his mother had deemed important to share. The weird man in the lime green hat and the woman who looked like a toad hadn't come along, the duo terrified of his family.

"That's what she said." Strife snickered out. At the comment, Death sighed in exasperation, Wrath's mother glared at her middle brother, and War simply brought his prosthetic fist own onto Strife's head, sending the rider of the White Horse crashing to the floor "…Ow…"

"Thank you." Madame Bones rubbed her temples "Now let me fill you in on what I know of the situation." Opening a drawer that seemed to be an endless void she flicked her wand and a small file shot out of it and into her hand. "Wrath the Furious, born Harry James Potter on July thirty first, nineteen eighty. Birth parents James Alexander Potter and Lily Joanne Potter nee Evans. On October thirty first, nineteen eighty-one your family home was attacked by the Dark Lord using the moniker 'Lord Voldemort'. His true name is currently unknown, at least to my department, as are his origins. He murdered James and Lily Potter that night and tried to murder Wrath, then Harry, but failed. Before anyone from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement could arrive to the scene Albus Dumbledore had already shown up and had Wrath taken away."

"Under what authority?" Death demanded, his uncle's burning orange eyes narrowing.

"He holds the titles of Headmaster of Hogwarts, Chief Warlock of the Wizenagamot, and Supreme Mugwump of the international confederation of Warlocks." Madame Bones explained, "Those-"

"Are a bunch of really stupid names." Strife interjected "I mean- Ow!" once again War sent the marksman crashing to the floor "Stop that!"

"I will when you stop acting like a child." War's gravelly voice drolled out, unphased by Strife's displeasure.

"Never!"

"Anyway!" Madame Bones cut off the argument before it could occur, "With the title of Chief Warlock he holds a great deal of sway over the governing body of Magical England however he did not have the right to do that. However my predecessors and other political figures just brushed it aside and cleared him of any wrongdoing. Dumbledore told everyone that Wrath had survived a spell known as the killing curse which rips the soul from whoever it hits. He is the only known person to ever survive this and it is the source of his lightning bolt scar. The house the Potters lived at was under a protection known as the Fidelius charm. Dumbledore announced that the Potters were betrayed by the best friend of James Potter, one Sirius Black, who was caught and sent to Azkaban with all records related to him sealed so only Dumbledore or the Minister could unlock them. Furthermore Dumbledore sealed the wills of James and Lily Potter and named himself Wrath's magical guardian. That was the last anyone saw of Wrath as a few weeks later Dumbledore announced you missing."

"Wrath, I truly do not wish to send you to a school run by such an incompetent buffoon." Fury frowned, resting her hand on his shoulder as he smiled up at her, able to see the affection that others failed to notice.

"But if the school is incompetently run as it seems then Wrath would be able to study what he wishes without too much interference." Death mused out, the riders not caring that Madame Bones was able to hear them easily.

"Would Dumbledore try to manipulate him?" Strife asked, a rare moment of seriousness from the rider of the White Horse "Or doing anything else to Wrath?"

"If he tries then he will fail." War growled out, a dangerous aura seeping from his skin as the rider's metal fingers clenched into a fist.

"Either way, Dumbledore still has the key to the Potter vaults." Madame Bones continued, somehow unphased by the angry riders of the apocalypse. "He cannot access the vaults without the written consent from the Potters of Wrath's guardian they assigned and with the will's sealed he can't get that. He still has the key to the vaults, he just can't use it."

"So let's say I do allow my son to attend this pig school." Fury spoke up, eyes narrowed as she looked her fellow redhead in the eye, "What possible good would come of this?"

"As Heir of the Potter family he would have a good deal of political leeway," Madame Bones gave a dangerous smirk "not to mention the fame he has for being the Boy-Who-Lived. Anything he wants to study he could pass off as family magic and people legally couldn't do jack about it. Considering all this, I want to make a deal with you all."

"You have our attention." Strife got in a chair, kicking his feet up on the woman's desk.

Flicking her wand so the chair collapsed, Madame Bones continued her offer, "I have no eyes inside Hogwarts. My niece is going there this year, but she won't be able to find much if she finds anything as Dumbledore would be avoiding letting anything he's doing wrong slip in front of her. However he has a vested interest in you. I'll provide you a stipend and some support where I can and in exchange your family report on Dumbledore's actions to me."

"Interesting." Fury leaned forward, Wrath's mother intrigued by the offer even as Strife grumbled and picked himself off the floor for a third time, "What sort of help are you offering?"

"To begin with I can offer a book on auror battle magic." Madame Bones explained, "So long as you were careful and don't let others see the cover then you should be safe. I can also add my support should Dumbledore try anything political. That would also give away that you're working for me if we aren't careful however."

"I have a question." Death spoke up, still leaning against the doorframe where he could keep an eye on everyone "Why are you trusting us so easily. We could have very easily lied to you."

"Not quite." Madame Bones gave a smirk that was as dangerous as any of Wrath's family as she waved her wand and glowing lines and symbols appeared all over the office, "Truth ward. It doesn't force you to tell the truth, but it would react when someone lies."

"You are a terrifying woman," Strife's eyes flit about at the different symbols "I'm sure you Fury will get along famously." The white rider turned to War and Death, "Maybe it's the red hair." Strife chuckled and sent Madame Bones a look "Bet you keep your boyfriend on a tight leash."

"I'm single." The head of the DMLE responded dryly even as she passed over the mentioned book of auror magic as his mother agreed to the deal.

"Dibs." Strife called out instantly, resulting in a sigh from War, "Ow!"

-Dumbledore-

"Understood, thank you." The ancient Headmaster nodded, ending the floo call as one of his contacts in Diagon Alley told him of the altercation that had occurred earlier in the day. Harry Potter had reappeared in the company of four adults, all five of them armored and carrying weapons, the head of the group wearing what appeared to be the mask of a Death Eater. The stories he heard about the group seemed almost to exaggerated to be believe, he might not have if his contact hadn't always proved to be a reliable source of information.

The man in the mask being able to deflect spell fire at point black range with a scythe.

The largest member able to overpower goblin warriors.

The man with the muggle gons able to destroy the wands of dozens of aurors in the blink of an eye.

And there was no telling what the woman could do or what dark skills they had crammed into young Harry's head. His contact told him they had gone back to the Ministry for a time but were not back in the alley and heading towards Ollivander.

"Fawkes," he called out, grabbing the Elder Wand and a few other magical items in case there was trouble "to me." And with that he flamed to Diagon Alley.