AN: Ogremen: Ahem, (Clears throat loudly) GOOD NEWS EVERYONE! (tries to sound like Professor Farnsworth), Oracle got her computer fixed, so, we've been working hard! What's more, this is a hell of a chapter, lol Anywho, now for a word from the Mistress of Chronicles, Oracle!

Oracle: Right cause the fact that this got posted didn't tell them my pc was fixed lol. But yeah, we really worked hard on this chapter and it turned out pretty long as we kept going before finally deciding on a place to stop. We really hope that it was worth the extremely long wait we sadly put everyone through. Thanks to everyone who sent kind messages offering help with my pc and thank you everyone for your understanding during the time my pc was down. It really means alot to us to know we have such awesome readers like all of you. Please give us feedback, we really don't know if you are enjoying it unless you speak up.

~w~

~Gringotts Bank, London Branch, Managers Office~

Ragnok smiled, happy to be helping compile a list of things that Dumbledore had done against the Potter Vaults, the Potter Heir, and, indirectly, against Loki.

"So, Madam Bones, what have we got so far?" he asked, looking at the current head of the Bones family.

Amelia picked up the parchment with the short list they had so far. "We've been able to trace certain amounts of funds stolen from the main vault that have passed from Dumbledore's hands into the hands of certain people, this includes certain dark witches and wizards, a few current Ministry heads, and a large portion seems to have found its way into his own vault. There's also proof of theft of certain items from the Potter vault that so far have yet to have their locations be found," She read off. "We have reason to suspect that he has dabbled in dark blood magic, though we will have to examine the blood ward around his relatives house to be certain of that, I have some ideas for Aurors that will not be labeled as biased by the public we can get to help us with that." She continued before looking up, "Anything regarding the blood wards that I forgot?" She asked the pair with her.

Loki's eyes hardened at that question. "How about attempting to tamper with my bloodline to serve his own needs and wishes? The perversion of the blood of a child?" He asked.

Amelia wrote that down, as tampering with a wizarding line was a crime, let alone tampering with the line of someone like Prince Loki.

Ragnok nodded, "There is also Sirius Black's case," he reminded them, "After all, he was never formally charged, and so, is, infact, the current head of the Black Family, as recognised by magic," he concluded.

Amelia nodded, having tried in the past to get a proper trial for Sirius after learning he hadn't been given one. "Yes, that I found to be highly odd, and when I questioned the former head of my department, he claimed that because the Aurors on site got a confession from him a trial was deemed not necessary. However everyone knows that such things, regardless of if or when a confession is gained, are against our laws. There must always be a trial when it comes to something as serious as what he was charged with," She stated as she wrote down that crime. "And from what I recall, Dumbledore had been the one to make Sirius the Potter's secret keeper, thus he would have been a good person to testify. Which is another thing that makes the lack of trial strange, given he's pushed for so many other trials in the past," She noted.

Ragnok nodded, "There is also the illegal suppression of the Last Will and Testament of the Lord and Lady Potter, or, at least, the Ministry's copies," Ragnok said, then rubbed his chin, "Actually, as a matter of fact, seeing as Prince Loki is the newly recognised Magical Guardian of the Potter Heir, he could, in theory, request the bank's copies of the wills and force them to be read, thus nullifying Dumbledore's orders to suppress them," he finished thoughtfully.

"That will come later," Loki told him. "We are still in the beginning stages, and thus I cannot risk revealing I am here until we have everything in order. I refuse to give that bastard any opportunity to hide his crimes from us."

Amelia smiled suddenly. "When noble houses are just about wiped out it is not uncommon for certain families or even Ministry members to try to take advantage of the lack of numbers and cease control over everything that family has. Even more so if the only one left of that family is a child." Seeing the confusion as to why this is a good thing Amelia continued. "However in Harry's case it is less a matter of a Lord and Lady's wills being suppressed and more a matter of a Princess and prince's wills being suppressed. After all, Lily was a princess of Asgard, and thus any husband of her's would've been recognized as a prince by the Ministry. Given that magical royalty is so very rare these days, most of the old laws pertaining to them are still in place to this day. One such law," she said as her smile grew, "Is the protection of magical royal children. A law that states all magical royal children who are placed with other families, must be checked upon once every month by the Ministry to ensure their health and safety, it also states that only family appointed guardians may be selected to oversee the child's accounts and properties," She finished.

Ragnok nodded thoughtfully, "And when they learn that the 'esteemed' Headmaster and leader of the Wizengamot, along with the leader of the International Confederation of Wizards," Ragnok said pointedly, "Seemingly, purposefully endangered a royal child, failed to have someone check up on him from the Ministry, and on top of that, stole from him," he continued, "The Lords and Ladies are sure to feel that they have...how you say..." he said, turning to Amelia.

Loki grinned, "I believe the Midgardian term for that is still, 'Royally fucked up'," He supplied, getting a laugh from Amelia.

"In more ways than one," She agreed. "To think, we've only just truly begun this and yet we already have enough to crush Dumbledore for the things he's done to Harry alone. How I cannot wait to really dig into his past," She mused.

Ragnok nodded, "We will have to find allies," Ragnok said as he realised they would need to win over others to their side, and if he knew Prince Loki at all, it would not be a list of only those who are claimed as being 'Light' families, but a blend of Light, Dark, and the always ignored, Neutral families, that will be found and brought into Prince Loki's fold.

"For Aurors, I would recommend Alastor Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Nola Owlet, Rose Night, and Aegis Coil. Both Moody and Shacklebolt do support Dumbledore in a way, but will turn against him if presented with proof of his crimes, they are also Aurors of high note and have a reputation for not taking bribes. The other three, are still young but have gained much reputation for their aid in tracking down many past dark magic users that had gone unnoticed." Amelia then thought about it, "Also I believe Owlet transferred from MACUSA when her mother, who lives in this country, fell ill, so she has the benefit of having not been taught by Dumbledore, or even attending Hogwarts while he worked there," She noted.

"If you feel they are the best choice, then I trust your judgement on the matter. I shall have words with some of the people who are branded 'Magical Creatures', seeing how many witches and wizards overlook them, and thus commit crimes within their sight under the belief that 'Magical Creatures' can't testify," Loki smirked. "Too bad for them, as a Magical Royal of my ranking, I can enact the law that grants a voice to these so called 'Magical Creatures' when it comes to testifying in court."

Ragnok and Amelia nodded. "We'll need a cover name for our little…'operation', or alliance," Amelia said.

Loki smirked to himself, "Why not call it Ragnarok? After all, when we are over, their lives will be over and their worlds as they know it destroyed," He suggested.

Amelia frowned, "It's too simple, how about, 'The Knights of Ragnarok'?" she suggested, "After all, it would appeal to those of the Old Families, but also sound righteous enough for the Light families while worrying the Dark families," she explained upon seeing their confused looks. "What's more, if anyone were if anyone were to investigate our little…'group'." she smirked, "They wouldn't find anything," she concluded.

Loki nodded, "If the group name is only linked to the Auror members, then we would have little to fear, as most would stop upon seeing their names. Not a bad cover." Loki then smiled at her, "I can see why my daughter was so close to you."

Amelia smiled in recognition of the complement. "Thank you, Prince Loki," she smiled in reply.

Ragnok then pulled a very old bottle of Ogden's Finest from under his desk. Blowing some dust off the top of the bottle, he smiled, "One of my treasures!" he smirked, seeing their confused looks, "A sixteenth century bottle of Ogden's Finest!" he said, cracking a grin, and pouring three glasses after opening the bottle. "No arguments," he said, giving a pointed look to Amelia. "To 'The Knights of Ragnarok'!" he cheered, raising his glass and then downing it quickly.

"Given the recent reveal of my previously unknown daughter, I am almost tempted to try to refuse," Loki mused before grabbing his glass, raising it as Ragnok had and downing it. "But, I will not insult you just because of that. Though it does remind me I need to get Thor in the same situation as I am, just so he can share in the…'joy'," Loki continued dryly.

Amelia shook her head and followed suit, with a shake of her head. "Really starting to wonder about Asgard after hearing that."

Once they had all had their drinks, Ragnok capped the bottle, intending to save the rest for himself after the other two had left. "So, are we done for now, I really need to start going over the accounts properly, since I will be taking them on myself," he stated.

Loki nodded, "Until Amelia, yourself, or I, discover something else that needs to be looked into, or can be used against Dumbledore, I believe we have concluded for the time being." He told Ragnok before turning to Amelia. "Once the matter of Dumbledore and the Ministry is sorted out, I shall bring Harry to visit you. Perhaps my bride-to-be might even be interested in meeting you," Loki told her before realizing that this had to be the first time he'd mentioned Adrette. "Ah, right. I forgot to mention, I am to be wed, haven't I?"

Ragnok shook his head in amusement, "Another one for the books, Prince Loki?" he joked, earning a glare from the Prince of Mischief.

Amelia was surprised to hear that Loki was getting married, again. "Well I do hope that your future bride gets along with Harry."

Loki gave a smile at that, "I assure you, were she here in my place, there would not even be a body left of Dumbledor,e and all those who helped wrong my grandson," He chuckled. "From the moment she spotted him in my arms, I am certain she laid claim to him and is just itching to come to Midgard and hunt her 'prey'," He told her.

Amelia stared at him in shock, but was just glad that Loki's bride cared so much about Harry.

Ragnok just smiled, shaking his head in amusement.

~w~

~Later, on Asgard, Royal Healing Chambers, with Harry~

Harry groggily opened his eyes, wondering what time it was and temporarily forgetting where he was and what had been happening recently, as such, he relapsed into old habits. "Aunt Petunia?" he asked, looking around as he sat up, only to stop and notice the room was way too fancy to be Privet Drive. He was rebooting his brain slowly as he tried to remember what happened and where he was, when the doors opened and he saw Adrette smiling at him as she walked in.

"Sleep well Little One?" Adrette asked as she walked over and took a seat on the bed. "You don't have to get up right now if you don't want to, you know? No one's going to make you get out of bed if you are still tired," She told him with a found smile. It was just too hard not to find everything about Harry cute, well almost everything. The abuse and mental torment he had undergone would never be okay in her mind.

As everything came back to Harry in a rush of memory finally, he looked up at Adrette, "Grampy back yet?" he asked hopefully. He really was hoping his grampa was back, that way he could ask lots of questions regarding their family.

Adrette shook her head. "Sorry Little One, he's not back yet. However, I know he went to find out why you were treated so horribly by the people that should have loved you, and he's going to make sure those bad people are punished for what they did," She told him. "If you want though, I think your great grandmother is sitting in her garden right now, and I know she would love to spend more time with you. Would you like to go see her?" She offered instead, wanting to expose Harry as much to queen Frigga as she could since she felt that he hadn't had a lot of positive female figures in his life at this point.

Harry thought about it for a moment before nodding shyly. He hadn't known many women in his life who were 'nice' to him, so, he hoped his great grandmother was at least nicer than his Aunty Petunia. He then frowned as he realised he felt...different…then before. He reached up to rub his forehead in confusion, when he noticed his arms were longer...and thicker.

Adrette smiled as she noticed that Harry's baggy clothes were starting to not look as baggy on him. "Oh good, I wasn't sure if the food and potions were helping to get you at a proper weight for a boy your age, but it looks like they are working well, you've even already started gaining some height that you'd been prevented from getting before," she said as she explained about how Harry was on a special nutrition potion to help correct the years of starving he'd endured before under the Dursleys. "Just wait till Loki gets back and sees the improvements to your health. He'll be so happy."

Harry blushed, "I need new clothes," Harry said blushing embarrassedly, he refused to meet his great grandmother in rags. Maybe Asgard had some contemporary clothes, rather than just the refined and nice clothings that he recalled seeing everyone wearing.

Adrette smiled at him, "My brother has been waiting for this. We can go to his room, get him to take your measurements, though by how you are growing already I can tell he'll need to retake them a few times, and he can fix you up with some new clothes." She giggled, "My brother is the fastest tailor in my world, and I know he already has everything set up to get to work on them," Adrette added as she stood and held out her hand to him.

Harry nodded shyly, "Kay," he then blushed, "Um...your brother won't...uh...jug-judg-uh..." he said, failing to remember the word that Petunia would use when she would make him 'presentable' so that the neighbors wouldn't look down on them for talking about him.

Adrette smirked at Harry, "If my brother says anything to make you uncomfortable, or makes you feel bad about yourself, tell me." She then leaned in and whispered, "I'll pay his room a visit with manure from the stables to get back at him for it."

Harry giggled at the thought of Adrette pranking her brother, "Kay," he said simply as he slowly pulled back the covers and slowly moved his feet off the big bed. As he put his feet on the ground, he tried to stand up and nearly fell backward onto the bed, his feet almost coming out from under him as they slipped on the cool stone due to lack of grip.

Adrette grabbed hold of Harry's arms gently to help steady him. "Are you alright?" She asked as she looked him over before glaring at the floor. "I'll be sure to complain about the lack of safety regarding this floor. There should be a rug of some kind under the beds to ensure this doesn't happen." She then looked back to Harry, "We'll get you some footwear while we get you clothes so you won't slip again." She assured him and gave him a hug since he had to have been startled by the slip.

Harry blushed as he received the hug and then smiled shyly as he was helped to stand slowly, "T-thank you, Gran-grand-ugh!" he growled in frustration, still unable to remember the term she told him to call her.

Adrette chuckled at his attempt. "You don't have to call me grandmother, or anything like that. You can just call me Adrette, like your grandfather does," She told him.

Harry pouted, "But are you a precious!" he asked, accidentally saying precious instead of princess.

Adrette laughed, having heard some of the children back home make that same mistake yet knowing what he actually meant. "Yes, I am a princess, and your grandfather is a prince," She then knelt down to his eye level. "And your mother was also a princess, which makes you," She gently tapped his nose. "A prince. That makes you and I equals," She finished pointedly.

Harry's eyes narrowed as he tried to focus on her finger tapping his nose, making him look adorable. Once she took her finger away, his eyes opened wide in realization. "B-but, I-um..." he stammered, trying to process her words.

Adrette picked him up then and began to walk out of the room. "Now enough talk. We best get to Mar before he marches into this room bringing along all his supplies. He does that, and we'll never get away from him until you have five years worth of clothing." She joked, knowing her brother has a habit of going overboard if left to his own thoughts for too long before a project.

Harry nodded shyly, and looked around from his new position in Adrette's arms. When they finally got to Mar's room. Harry frowned, wondering how Mar would react to his scars, not knowing that most of them had been removed by Lady Eir. As they finally passed through the door, Harry saw Mar turn toward them and rush towards them when he obviously recognised them, causing Harry to shrink and cringe from Mar's obvious excitement.

"I was starting to think it would be faster to measure him in his sleep!" Mar commented excitedly as he held up some different clothes, trying to see what colors would look best on Harry. After a moment he sighed and turned back to his work table and waved to a slightly raised platform. "Set him down over there for the measuring," He told Adrette before grumbling, "I know if I have a better shade somewhere..."

Adrette rolled her eyes at her brother and walked over to the platform. "Sorry about him. He loves to craft things so when he gets to design clothing for someone it becomes a great joy to him," she told Harry as she set him down. "Just remember what I said, if he makes you upset or uncomfortable, tell me," She whispered to Harry.

Harry nodded shyly before blushing as Mar rushed over him and began measuring him with an old fashioned measuring tape, well, old fashioned to Harry's mind, which was based on modern Earth standards.

"Definitely taller than he was at lunch..." He noted. "The clothes I make will have to be just for the day as he'll just need more by tomorrow," He commented, to which Adrette rolled her eyes and told him she'd already guessed that. Mar then set aside the measuring tape and picked up the device he used for foot measuring. "I can make sandals for him for today while I work on proper footwear..." He then stood up and went to write down the measurements and sizes. "Must speak to Lady Eir about when to expect the growth and weight gain to taper out so I can make more than a one day outfit for him..." He then began to get to work on the tunic he was going to give Harry first.

Adrette guided Harry over to a couple chairs and sat them down. "He's going to be a while, so best to relax," She explained. "So Harry, do you like being outdoors a lot?" She was asking partly because she wanted to know if he would enjoy games outside, and partly so Mar would know if the outfits needed to be able to handle outdoors a lot.

Harry looked down thoughtfully, then he nodded, "I like to garden..." he started, "I also like cooking!" he added excitedly, "I would also….um...liek to make a few friends..." he finally added, trailing off at the end awkwardly and blushing the whole time as he saw Adrette looking at him thoughtfully.

Adrette was surprised to hear about the cooking bit, as Harry should be too young for it, but said nothing about it. "I'm sure Queen Frigga would love to have you help in the garden with her, and that Loki would be only too happy to get you your own little plot of land so you can grow whatever you want." She assured him, "And as for friends," She smiled. "Well, you already seemed to have that one young girl you met as a friend, and I'm sure you'll easily make more before long," She assured him.

Harry smiled embarrassedly, and nodded, he then blushed as Mar came back and began to measure Harry's head now.

Adrette wasn't sure what to make of the blushing so she just kept a close eye on Harry, getting a sense that he wasn't used to speaking up when something felt wrong, and thus she would have to try to read his expressions more. "Asgard has many kids, and I'm sure we can arrange for you to spend the day with some and see if you find any friends among them. And of course you don't just have to have other kids as your friends. I'm sure there's going to be a line up of adults that will just love to spend time with you," She told Harry.

Harry was unsure about that, but kept silent, as he had been raised by the Dursleys to do when he had a differing opinion. After a while, Harry began to feel hungry, but didn't want to disturb Mar, who kept going between his sketching table and taking more measurements of Harry's body, or holding up different colours to see how they might look on Harry. Unfortunately for Harry though, the decision to speak up or not was stolen from him when his gut gave a distinctly loud growl causing him to blush in embarrassment and look down in shame.

Mar raised a brow at the sound while Adrette let out a chuckle.

"I'll go get one of the servants to bring snacks," She said in amusement as she stood and headed for the door, commenting how she's going to start carrying a bag of snacks with her at all time for the foreseeable future.

"Hm, Asgardian weight gain potions are most effective it seems, or at least the appetite ones are. I shall have to keep that in mind the next time I want some petty revenge against Aeni when she tries to tamper with my projects." Mar then smirked towards Harry. "Never leave your food or drink out of your sight. When you do that, you open yourself up to pranks and attacks," He advised Harry.

Harry nodded, still blushing in embarrassment from the sound his stomach made, turning to Adrette, Harry asked quietly, "Can we go eat now?" he asked hopefully.

Mar came over with a quick pair of leather pants and a simple tunic in green with gold trim along the sleeves. "Try these on first," He instructed. "It will take a little longer for me to create footwear for him, however I'm certain he will be fine for now walking around inside the palace without any," He told his sister.

Adrette nodded in understanding and waited for Harry to change into his new clothes.

When Harry finished changing, he came out and looked at Adrette expectantly, blushing and fidgeting the whole time.

Adrette smiled, liking how the new clothes fit on him, even if they were just quickly thrown together by Mar, and thus would soon be replaced with a better set once her brother had finished with what he actually had in mind. "Those look wonderful on you Little One, and Loki will be so happy seeing you in his colors," She praised.

"Alright, now you may take him to eat, though I do expect him back here to try on clothes as I finish making them." Mar told Adrette as he returned to his work table and began cutting more fabric and sketching designs.

"Come along now, Little One, and let's see what we can find for you to eat," Adrette said to Harry as she held her hand out for him.

Harry took her hand and let her lead him to the dining chamber, where they saw Sif, who glared at Harry but wisely said nothing before she resumed eating. There was also Volstagg present, who was eagerly waving Harry and Adrette over when he noticed them. Also present were Hogun, Thor, and Frigga.

Adrette glared at Sif but since she had said nothing she let the glare slide as she brought Harry over to where the everyone who wasn't a bitch was sitting. "Alright Harry, remember, you can eat as much as you want, and don't be afraid to ask for more if you are still hungry." Adrette reminded him as they both sat down. She didn't want a repeat of Harry running away because he thought he'd done something wrong.

Frigga smiled at the pair. "I see your brother was able to get Harry's measurements and provide him with some new clothes. I must say they look quite nice on him," she commented.

Adrette gave a chuckle. "Those are just quickly prepared clothes so that Harry could go eat. My brother is working on the actual clothes that Harry's new wardrobe will be filled with, as well as footwear for him."

Volstagg smiled, "Aren't your feet cold lad?" he asked, and was surprised when Harry replied instantly with, "I'm used to it," and a shrug of his shoulders before digging into the food and occasionally trying to sneak some Mead his way.

Adrette, with help from Frigga made sure to keep the mead out of Harry's reach. "Mar will hopefully have something for his feet soon enough. My brother is currently a man with a goal, and he will not stop until he completes his work," She assured Volstagg.

Harry meanwhile pouted as whenever he would manage to almost get the Mead into reach, only for Frigga and Adrette to move back outside his reach.

Volstagg chuckled, amused by the boy's efforts to taste the heavenly goodness of the honeyed drink. As such, he would sneak little bits of Mead to Harry when Adrette and Frigga weren't looking.

At one point during the meal Adrette spotted what the big red guy was doing when he thought no one was watching him and decided to enact a little punishment. "Oh, Volstagg, what's that over there?" She asked innocently and when he looked away she slipped a little bitter medicine into his drink, nothing that would hurt him. She then pretended to be interested in the thing she had distracted him with and waited for the moment he would take a drink.

Harry had seen what Adrette had done and tried to warn Volstagg that something was in his drink, but was too slow to stop Volstagg sadly as he watched Volstagg drink only to stop, look at his drink before a look of dawning horror spread over his face and he rushed from the room, but not before letting out a long, humiliating fart as he left. Harry waved his hand in front of his face trying to get rid of the disgusting scent, before commenting, "Smells like when Vernon would eat some of Petunia's broccoli, brussels sprouts, cauliflower, and cabbage casserole!" he commented disgustedly.

Adrette covered her nose with a smirk. "I hope he's learned his lesson. When someone says no to something for Little One there are no exceptions to the rule," She said as she passed Volstagg's glass to a servant with instructions to dispose of it 'safely'.

Frigga gave an amused smile and shook her head. "A shame Loki couldn't be here to see that. He'd be very proud of you, though I think we could do with some fresh air," she said with a pained look. With a wave of her hand a breeze crafted from magic blew through the room and carried the foul odor outside. "I trust there will be no lasting effect?" She asked Adrette.

Adrette grinned, "Well, I would avoid the hall he ran out to for a while, but other than that, I am certain the mess will be contained in his clothes until he finds a place to relieve himself properly," She chuckled.

Harry stared at Adrette with amazement, wondering how she came up with such a concoction, but also vowing to try his best to never cross her. More importantly though, he realised he would have to learn to be more sneaky about getting that sweet honey goodness. Deciding to table that thought process for now, he resumed eating, quickly clearing the table of food like a younger and thinner looking Volstagg as he did, causing many to start to stack their plates with as much food as they could so they could eat more leisurely and secure in the knowledge they wouldn't have to wait for more food to be delivered.

The rest of the meal continued peacefully, outside of Sif making a snide comment about how there's now clearly a female Loki in Asgard, but she was largely ignored. Everyone ate their fill, with Harry being given most of whatever else the others didn't finish when the rest of the table got full, and Frigga offered Adrette some suggestions on snacks that could help keep Harry full between meals until his appetite levels outs.

"So Little One, what do you feel like doing now?" Adrette questioned as Harry finished the last of his food.

Harry put his hand on his chin and scrunched up his face cutely as he thought about it. Then he smiled as he said, "Can we go and visit Godiva?" he asked hopefully, "Please?" he added, putting on the Puppy Eyes.

Adrette thought about it and shrugged. "We can see if we can find her, since we didn't ask about where she lives. But first, we have to see Mar about getting you something to wear on your feet. I refuse to take you outside without anything to protect your feet," She answered.

Harry pouted, but nodded as he slowly and carefully got up, before going over to Adrette and slowly took her hand, and followed her from the room.

Adrette waved to the table, or at least those who she was on good terms with, and led Harry back to Mar's room. "It'll just be a quick stop to get you some boots and maybe a jacket, then we'll head outside to look for her," She assured Harry. Adrette mentally chuckled at herself, being reminded of how her mother used to do this same thing to her whenever Adrette wanted to go racing outside to hunt and gather with her friends.

Harry pouted again, "Do I have to put on shoes?" he asked sadly, "I'm used to walking around barefoot!" he said happily, shocking everyone within hearing range.

Adrette took a deep breath, pleading for the strength not to storm the Bifrost, track down his 'relatives', she really wanted to use a different term for them, and inserting every sharp object she can get her hands on into each and every one of those bastards. Putting a smile back on her face she turned to Harry. "What those...things you were made to call...'family'... did to you is everything wrong when it came to you. From now on, you will wear boots and shoes when outside, inside you can go barefoot, so long as it is alright with Loki and your great grandparents. Shoes and boots protect our feet from sharp things that you can cut them on, so they are important to wear outside." She then informed him, "Also I'm pretty sure my brother's going to be making all your footwear out of some of the best hides out there. Everyone's going to wish they had footwear like yours."

Harry frowned, scrunching up his face cutely again as he thought about what Adrette said as they arrived at Mar's door. Just as the door started to swing open, Harry asked, "So does that mean I can wear clean clothing every day?" he asked innocently.

The hand not holding Harry's hand twitched along with Adrette's eye as the intent to kill those bastards grew to new levels she hadn't known she was capable of feeling. Still, she made sure to keep those feelings from her voice as she answered carefully, "Yes, you will be wearing clean clothes every day from now on. And you will bathe regularly, eat proper meals, and all the other things that...'family'...of yours refused to let you do," She told him.

Mar, seeing through his sister's mask of calm with practiced ease, grabbed the dragon hide boots he'd recently completed for Harry, along with the hand made socks and walked over to Harry, handing the items to him. "Sit down and put these on, then walk around the room to see if they fit comfortably," He instructed the boy.

Harry nodded, and put them on, putting on the socks and showing obvious surprise at how comfortable they are, and then the boots, and, again showed obvious surprise, but a lot more than when he had pulled on the socks. "They are so warm and soft!" He said in shock and surprise.

"Naturally," Mar beamed with pride. "I take great care with all of my projects, and even greater care when it comes to things I make for my family. Not a single step is missed and is always done with the greatest of care, no matter how busy I might get. I am not considered the best crafter in our kingdom for nothing."

Adrette gave her brother a flat look. "Well, you certainly aren't the most modest crafter, that's for sure." She teased him, getting an annoyed glare from Mar, along with an ever so mature stuck out tongue face.

Harry then pouted and tried to drag Adrette towards the door, but he just kept having to move his feet in the same place as she was not only taller than him, but also had more mass then his underweight body.

"Harry, you forgot to walk around the room to be certain they fit right." She gently reminded him. "We aren't leaving until Mar is certain those are the right size for your feet."

Mar chuckled at Harry's impatience. "You know, he reminds me of a certain someone. But for the life of me I just can't put my finger on who," Mar teased his sister who just stuck her tongue out at him.

Harry pouted and sat down heavily, or, rather, as heavily and angrily as he could in a chair as Mar went about checking out the boots, and Harry's feet, making sure that the boots were a good fit. For Harry, while this was all new, he really wanted to go see his friend, to him, that was more important than seeing if his new footwear fit properly, and then he realised that he still needed to try on his new clothes too! This, of course, caused him to groan in realisation of that fact.

Adrette chuckled at Harry acting like a proper child for once. "I know this all seems like a pain Harry, but if we don't make sure everything fits right, then Loki is going to be upset with us. You don't want my brother and I to get in trouble with your grandfather, do you?" Adrette asked him sweetly.

Harry suddenly looked and felt conflicted, one the one hand, he hated having to sit and wait to see his new friend his own age, on the other however, he didn't want his grandpa, Mr Loki, to be mad at Adrette or Mar for helping make sure that everything fit him properly. Clearly his thoughts and internal conflict must have shown as he suddenly felt a comforting hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Adrette looking at him with a comforting smile.

"How bout this Harry. You let us get you a few outfits for the remainder of the week and then we can go see your new friend? But tomorrow we spend the day with Mar, and possibly Loki, to get the rest of your clothes done. So that's just three outfits to try on. Deal?" Adrette offered, knowing what it's like to want to run off and have fun but be stuck inside.

Harry thought about it, scrunching his face up unconsciously as he thought about it in an adorable manner. Finally coming to a decision, he looked to Adrette, and nodded, "Kay, but, can we bring some food with us...please?" he replied, begging cutely when he reached the end of his reply.

Adrette chuckled and shook her head. "Sure Harry. We can bring some things to eat with us." She agreed, and couldn't wait to tell Loki all about how today was. Sure, Harry running off will upset him, but the fact that Harry made a friend all on his own was bound to make Loki happy, and of course the struggle to get Harry to agree to try on his new clothes and footwear was bound to give him a chuckle or two.

Harry nodded happily, and, though still reluctant, he went along with Mar seemingly playing with his feet, never realising that Mar was just as much inspecting Harry's physical condition as much as he was making sure that the footwear fit, taking note of the scars, calluses, and various scrapes and healed cuts that were on Harry's two feet. Finally, Harry was distracted from his thoughts, as Mar spoke up to both him and Adrette.

"These seem to be the best fit. Just need to get you to try on the other two outfits I've crafted and then you are free to go get food and visit with your friend, and I believe I shall take a short break to deal with a tail knotting issue that's been weighing on my mind.

Adrette knew that if Mar was referring to something being 'tail knotting' it meant that he was going to pass out his own little payback against someone, and given how he had taken to everything they'd learned about Harry it was very clear this issue was not in Asgard. "Alright Mar, just be sure not to leave a mess, leave things intact, and most of all, do not become the talk of the realms." She knew he wouldn't kill anyone, believing that leaving the person alive for more suffering later was the better choice, but given where she was certain he was heading, she knew that if he got seen it would mean trouble in many forms, not all of which would be known until possibly years later.

"Come now Adrette. I might not be like you, but I know how to use the shadows when I must," Mar waved off.

Harry, not understanding the hidden meanings of what was said, and so taking it at face value, turned to Mar and said, "I am sorry to hear your tail is getting knotted," Harry said innocently and honestly, not understanding why Adrette was suddenly holding a hand in front of her face, or why she was shaking behind it, "I would offer advice, but, I do not have a tail, and as such, I do not know what would be the best advice for that p-prob-problem?" Harry said, ending questioningly as he tried to remember the word that he thought would best fit what he wanted to say.

Mar was glad he had his back to Harry as that was the most adorable and funniest thing in the realms to him and he didn't know if he should laugh, as Adrette was doing, or melt at how cute and innocent Harry just was. "Not to worry Harry, I know the best way to handle such problems." Mar told him and was proud of how normal his voice sounded.

Adrette was struggling to keep her laughter in. That was the single most funniest thing she'd heard since her father told her about how he had managed to dump an entire tub of rotten berries, rancid stew, and manure onto his rivals head during one of the Harvest Moon festivals. "Don't worry about my brother, Harry," She just got out with only a few chuckles escaping. "We need to finish so we can see your friend." She remained him.

Harry, now fixated on the part of seeing his friend sooner, eagerly nodded and tried to pull on the other clothes for testing them out to see if they fit, only for them to get stuck and bunch up on different parts of his body, making it hard to pull them on, or off, and thus ending up stuck with in the new clothes, of which some fit, while others were too tight to further pull on, but also too far on him to pull off. "Grrr..." Harry growled in frustration, ending up a rolling ball of clothing as he was now thoroughly stuck with the clothes, he had been in such a rush, he hadn't properly tested the new clothes.

Mar shook his head and said, "I'll get my scissors." Before grabbing said Item and carefully cutting Harry out of what he was stuck in, taking great care not to nick him.

Adrette however was nearly on the floor with laughter at this point. She knew she shouldn't laugh and that she should be helping, but how could she not laugh at this?

Harry merely grumbled, as he realised that this meant it would just take more time before he could finally see his friend.

~w~

~Midgard, same time, Gringotts London branch~

Loki was going to claim some heads before the year was out. The Dursleys, Dumbledore, even Thor, were on the list of people he was going to personally kill in the slowest, most painful, most imaginative, and most humiliating ways he could manage. But for now, he just wanted to get home, check in with Harry, Adrette, and his mother, and then hide in his room for the rest of the day, and hopefully night too. "Ragnok, I think I will take my leave for now. Kindly continue your search for any and all information that will prove useful to the battle against mine and Harry's enemies. Amelia, I trust you will do what you can on your end?"

Amelia, who had, needless to say, been shell shocked by some of the stuff she learned today, managed to catch the last thing he said and nodded absent mindedly. "Uh….yeah, um, sure thing Lord Loki..." she said distractedly.

With that said Loki left the office, made his way back to the entrance of the bank by memory. He said nothing to anyone, gave only the goblins he passed, and that paid him any mind, the normal courtesy greeting, and soon enough was at the doors to the bank. He should've been free then to return home but instead he found a blonde haired male that just oozed stuck up, entitled prick, walking straight towards him with a look in his eyes that screamed he knew who Loki was. 'There's clearly an information leak at Gringotts. Will have to see to it that Ragnok is made aware of it next time I visit,' Loki thought darkly as the man came to a stop before him with a smile that had to be proof that the man thought himself worthy of being Loki's friend, or at least top follower.

The blonde man grinned as he smiled at Loki, before nodding his head politely, "Lord Loki, I have a room booked at the Leaky Cauldron for us, I was hoping that you would accompany me so that we might discuss the current state of the Wizarding World?" he said hopefully, but also arrogantly.

Loki considered telling the man to take a leap into bilgesnipe shit before taking a deep breath. That route was not the kind that would look good if Odin asked Hiemdall about Loki's visit to Midgard. But did he really want to talk with this guy? A guy who could give Fandral a run for his money on 'most arrogant man in the nine', ten, he mentally corrected himself, realms? Loki gave a tired sigh. "I supposed I could spare a moment of my time," He said, tone slightly dismissive and slightly annoyed. He might be going along with the man, but that didn't mean he had to let the guy think Loki was in any way happy about it.

The blonde man nodded his head with an arrogant, if slightly sincere simile, at least for him, "I thank you, Lord Loki," he said, "By the way, my name, is Lord Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, Head of of the Noble family of Malfoy," he bowed, French style, a carry over of family tradition from when they had been French nobles in muggle society.

Loki, just wanting to be done waved his hand as if dismissing a servant. "Whatever Malfoy. I do not wish to spend anymore time then needs be, so take me to this room and say your piece before I change my mind." By rights Loki knew he should just tell the guy to go have a staring contest with a Basilisk, but he was trying to not do anything that could give Odin reason to take Harry away from him.

Lucius's smile thinned a bit, but, remained in place otherwise, "Of course, my lord, right this way!" he replied as he led the way to the Leaky Cauldron, once there, he spoke to Tom the Barkeep, and was informed that his room was ready. From the main lobby of the Leaky Cauldron, to a room as far back from the main entrance way as possible within the building. Once they reached it, Lucius checked it with some spells for listening charms and the like, frowning when he detected a few, though none matched Tom's magical signature, so, dispelling them all with the appropriate counter charm, he opened the door and led the way inside.

Warnings were now sounding in Loki's head after seeing Lucius dispelling listening charms. While he himself didn't like people listening in, the fact that this man had checked before entering the room, on top of his previous comment about wanting to discuss the 'current state of the wizarding world' had Loki wondering if he truly wanted to hear anything this man had to say. But then Loki realized something, if Lucius was the type he didn't want to deal with then he was exactly the type who knew all about the things Loki would want to personally weed out from the magical community. He could take advantage of Lucius's knowledge without the man having any idea that Loki was about to ruin his whole life. Though that's if Loki can put up with this arrogant moron long enough. Taking the best seat in the room when asked to sit down, the seat he was certain Lucius was expecting to have for himself, Loki fixed him with a bored look. "If you are done wasting time, will you kindly get on with what you wanted to say to me? In case you have forgotten I am a very busy god and thus will not take kindly if you waste anymore of my time on pointless things."

Lucius nodded as he took his seat, a little annoyed that Loki had taken his seat, and left him to sit in the chair that belonged to the Leaky Cauldron, rather than the chair he had brought from his personal office at home. Then, looking at Loki from across the table, he began to speak. "Lord Loki, while some have forgotten, others remember when you helped build Hogwarts with the Founders, granting, according to the records, a great portion of your magic at the time, to the construction and….'essence' of the Castle itself," he said, missing the look of surprise that came over Loki's face at the fact that that bit of knowledge was known, even if, granted, it was only a few, the problem was, not knowing who exactly knew that fact.

When he had helped to build the school it had more been a case of wanting to encourage the study of magic on Midgard while Asgard was shunning it, and of course because he felt sorry for those four founders who were struggling so with the task. Yes he had gone a little...'overboard', in a sense and really, now that he thought about it, he could almost claim the castle as his property because his magic was the main source used in the construction. In any case, he would need to find out just how these people found out about his involvement, as he had asked the founders to leave him out of any records. Which one had gone against his request he wondered.

"As it stands, the wizarding world you helped to create, has fallen drastically since its greatest era when you lived amongst us," he said, again, not seeing the frown that now appeared on Loki's face. "We now have half bloods, and mudbloods running around trying to change how the wizarding world of Great Britain operates, with no respect for how things operate here, or for the traditions of the wizarding world for that matter," he added, pausing to take a sip of tea front the cup that was sitting on the table waiting for them.

Loki was honestly impressed. He had somehow stumbled upon a man more stuck in the past then Odin himself. A man who looked down on progress and wanted to keep everything as it was in the old days? Loki had half a mind to remind him that had the wizarding communities of the past not embraced change, they would still to this day be nomads wandering with no homes and living in fear, only able to pass on magic to their children rather than enjoy the comforts of a home and a safe place to send their children to learn their craft.

He then looked at Lord Loki, who now had a neutral look on his face, betraying none of his thoughts or feelings to Lucius. "Then there is the 'Great Albus Dumbledore' and his confusing policies and speeches about progress needing to be made in the wizarding world," he said, putting all his disgust he could into the word 'progress'.

Ah, there was Dumbledore's name again. So even those who Loki wanted to purge from the wizarding world didn't like him. Perhaps Loki could use them to get more information to use against Dumbledore.

"And finally, there are the magical creatures who think themselves our equals," he said, once more missing the look that passed over Loki's face, which, if he had seen, would have been best described as anger, "After all, did our ancestors not beat them into subjugation, why should we now elevate them beyond that?" he asked, looking back up at Loki, who, once more, had a neutral expression masking his feelings and thoughts.

Loki was glad his hands were in his lap, under the table, as it allowed for him to tightly balled them in anger without being noticed. Lucius thought magical creatures were beneath the wizarding community? It was thanks to many of those races that the first witches and wizards survived all those hunts! Many magical families even owed their line's strong magic to deals forged with such creatures. Clearly these people had forgotten the roles that many magical creatures played in their history, and with that comment about subjugation, Loki would have to look into just what had been done to the creature communities and see which, if any, were still known.

Realizing that Lucius was expecting some kind of response, not that Loki wanted to encourage this meeting to go on for too long, he decided to focus on one subject. "Tell me more about Dumbledore."

Lucius, taking another sip from his tea, smiled, now there was a subject he could go on about at length, more so then his hatred of Mudbloods and blood traitors. "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore," Lucius began, smiling when he saw Loki's eyebrow arch at the extra long name, which caused Lucius to chuckle in amusement, "Yes, I know, long name, then again, he was born back in the eighteen hundreds," he admitted ruefully, "He has also acquired quite a few…'titles' in his long life, examples being 'Leader of the Light', 'Defeater of Grindelwald', and several other, more...mundane...titles, at least for our society," he added. Then, taking another sip, he frowned, before calling out, "Dobby!" he ordered, and suddenly, a magical creature that looked pathetic in terms of physical appearance dressed in a filthy, grimey pillowcase that had clearly seen better days, and that wasn't even counting the scars, and still healing wounds, appeared next to the table, and it took Loki a moment to realise what exactly it was. "Bring my guest a drink and food of his choice, and also bring me a bottle of Ogden's Finest," he said before humming for a moment and then adding, "The bottle from seventeen seventy six should do," he grinned, before waiting for Loki to give his preferred food and drink choice to his house elf.

Loki wanted to strangle Lucius for the clear abuse that his family must be inflecting on that poor house elf. Loki remembered clearly the day the house elves first entered into their magical agreement to work for the first wizarding families. Back then a house elf was treated like family, but clearly someone had perverted that ancient agreement into true slavery. But rather than show his displeasure for the treatment of the house elf in front of Lucius, Loki decided to use Lucius distaste for such creatures against him. "Oh? You clearly think these creatures filth and yet you want me to entrust something like my food and drink to them? Do you think me some mutt that does not care what state their meal is in?" Loki asked, his tone pure distaste. "You bring me here to talk and then think to pawn off providing me with food and drink to a creature? Was your true goal to insult me after all?"

Lucius blanched at his unwitting and inadvertent act of insult to Lord Loki, and then began apologizing profusely, "I apologize Lord Loki," Lucius said, "This House Elf is young, and has served my family since his birth, and while he is, sometimes, willful and even disobedient, he is still learning his place, I meant no offense by having him bring our food for us, I just thought it would be more convenient, and also safer, to have my personal servant bring our food for us," he said, "If I could in some way rectify my blunder, how may I do so?" he asked hoping it wouldn't be too bad a punishment.

Loki took his hands from his lap and folded them on top of the table and smirked. "Well, you can start by getting my food and drink yourself, and I will know if you have handed the task over to someone else." Loki told him before listing off something he knew would take Lucius some time to track down, even in Diagon Alley. "And to drink, I think I shall have the best wine you can think of. Now go, before I grow bored of you, and this place," Loki ordered with a dismissive hand wave. "But leave the servant," Loki made sure to fix Lucius with a look that warned him not to question what Loki wanted with Dobby.

Lucius got up hurriedly, and had been about to order Dobby to follow him, to help him in his search, only to frown and stop before nodding reluctantly and leaving the room. Once Lucius had left the room, he frowned, running a few detection charms, powerful and obscure ones, and frowned again as he noticed that a new one had been placed, though this one was far more subtle, and he could only think of one person who would use something as obscure as this one. Grinning triumphantly, he vindictively dispelled it, using an obscure spell from the Malfoy grimoires from France, that had been designed to deal with eavesdroppers who were using magic, and smiled, imaging how the old goat would react when he felt all the magic he had used casting his listening spell, would return to him in the from of an alarm akin to an air raid siren but with massive gongs, that would no doubt render the old goat deaf for several hours, though hopefully days, if not longer. He then decided to go about getting the wine first, as the food would take longer to acquire, and so going out to the various wine shops of Diagon, which, granted, were not very good in quality, netted him nothing, forcing him to go to Knockturn Alley where more powerful stuff was usually located.

As soon as Lucius had left, Dobby had turned his tennis ball sized eyes to Loki in wonder, never having seen or heard of his master turning subservient to anyone other than Voldemort, and as such, Loki was now up there on the same level as the Great Harry Potter in terms of respect in the little beings eyes.

"Dobby, was it?" Loki asked and when he got a nod from the house elf he summoned a stool. "Sit. While people like that Malfoy fellow may look down on your kind, I know better than to mistreat those charged with taking care of one's home."

Dobby's eyes widened dramatically, and alarmingly large. "S-s-sit down?" Dobby asked disbelievingly, hardly believing that someone so important as Loki would ask HIM, a lowly house elf, to sit down like an equal! As such, Dobby began crying hysterically, though, apparently Loki mistook the reason for why Dobby was crying.

Loki, completely caught off guard by the sudden crying, wondered what he'd done wrong before recalling the way Lucius had spoken of Dobby, as well as Dobby's current state, and figured out this was the first time he'd been shown any level of respect. "It is getting harder and harder not to kill that man out right and all who are like him." Loki growled before taking a calming breath. "There, there, Dobby. I realize I am the first in a long time to show any kindness to you, but please, try to contain yourself a little," Loki said gently.

Dobby shook his head to shake away the tears in his eyes, "Never has Dobby been asked to sit down by a wizard, like an equal!" he said, reverent awe in his voice clearly able to be heard, "Dobby is most grateful to you Mr Loki!" he said, awe once again evident in his tone, "Dobby should warn you, Mr Loki, Master is not the nicest of wizards..." he said, before suddenly growing wide eyed at what he just said before looking down sadly, "That was an awful thing to say..." he said before rushing over to the table next to bed that was against the far wall and grabbing the lamp from it before proceeding to beat himself in the face with it repeatedly.

Loki sat there, in stunned surprise of what he was witnessing before getting up, walking over to Dobby, grabbing the house elf and pulling the lamp from his hands and setting it back in place. "While I vaguely understand the reasoning for that, I must ask that you refrain from doing so again, otherwise I will be placing spells upon the room to prevent such acts." Loki told Dobby before sitting him down on the stool. "Now, I asked that you remain here for a reason and I trust that I can speak with you without anymore outbursts like that? My little request will not keep that arrogant git busy for long." Loki really wanted to get the conversation over with well before Lucius could return, in case he had to invoke some magic to ensure Lucius couldn't learn what they had spoken about from Dobby.

Dobby gulped, realising the seriousness of this moment. Then shook his head sadly, "Dobby will try to keep great Mr Loki's secrets, but if Master questions Dobby directly with order to share what was discussed, poor Dobby will be compelled to speak of it," he said, immensely sad at admitting that he wouldn't be able to fully ensure the secrecy that Mr Loki clearly wanted.

Loki waved his hand in a manner as if dismissing the idea. "Not to worry. If I cannot stop you from speaking, I can always stop him from prying." Loki chuckled before becoming serious. "It is clear from how you are treated what sort of family you are bound to. Tell me though, do they keep many a dark magic or artifact laying around their homes? The sort that serves no other purpose but to harm, enslave, and kill others?" Loki questioned Dobby.

Dobby's eyes widened fearfully before shivering, clearly fighting against the magics that bound him to the Malfoy family line, eventually, he managed to squeak out rather obviously painfully, "Cannot describe, but can confirm that such things may exist..." Dobby said, before shuddering horribly as the magics that protected his master's secrets finally let him go as he stopped himself from outright fully saying that yes, there were such things at Malfoy Manor.

Loki had expected as much and decided he wanted to track such objects, however if he told Dobby outright what he wanted to do then Dobby would have no choice but to refuse to help, but if Loki kept enough information from Dobby then the house elf would be able to help him. "Would you be bound to protect such objects? Has your master ordered to see that no harm befalls these objects and the magic of said objects?" Loki asked.

Dobby frowned, searching memory, before slowly replying. "Yes and no," Dobby said, trying to be as vague as he can, "Dobby has been given orders to not speak of anything within the house, and to maintain the property," Dobby said, daring to even say that much. The part about protecting his masters secrets, however, went unsaid as it was unneeded to be said.

"So if I were to give you a rune, one that would...weaken but not harm certain items your master possesses, would you be able to touch it to such items?" Technically weakening and harming were two very different things and Loki was hoping that by saying it would weaken the items Dobby would be able to do it.

Dobby thought about it for a moment, hard. "Dobby could try, but, if Master detects foreign magics, Dobby would be compelled to explain how such magics slipped past Dobby and wards..." he said, looking down sadly, obviously upset that he felt like he had disappointed Mr Loki.

Loki grinned, "Oh he won't detect a thing. After all, Asgardian runes are much harder to detect if you do not know what you are doing, and your master knows nothing about the magics of Asgard." Loki explained before taking out a runestone from his pocket. While he had told Dobby it would only weaken magics within an item, the truth was that it would actually bind the magic and thus render the item unusable while letting it look like it was still in perfect working order. Not only that, but it would ensure that Loki could track each and every item that the rune is touched to. Passing the runestone to Dobby Loki told him, "Touch this to the any item in your master's home that is the worst of all the dark magics in that house, but be sure to only use it on the ones your master, and all others in that house, will not use openly. The things they would only use if they had no reason to fear getting into trouble are what you must touch this runestone to. Will you do that for me Dobby?"

Dobby took the runestone, and marveled at how different the magic of the Asgardian rune felt to the runes his master's lady sometimes used for minor things around the house. It also radiated with a level of magic that put his masters to shame, and then some. Dobby, tearing his eyes away from the runestone reluctantly gave Loki a salute and said, "It shall be done, oh Great Lord Loki!" he said with a vast amount of excitement and happiness.

"Excellent, just remember not to let anyone else see that runestone or you using it. I will take care of preventing your master from inquiring about this conversation when he returns." Loki said with a pleased smile. "It is good to see that while the wizards and witches of the realm have lost sight of their honor, those like yourself still try to uphold the old pacts and maintain honor." Loki would have to see about educating Harry later on all the magical creatures of Midgard for it was clear that the creatures were the better sort for Harry to connect with then many of these wizards Loki had heard about thus far.

Dobby nodded his head excitedly several times, making it seem like it was about to roll off with how fast he was doing it. Then, Dobby hid the runestone within his grubby, filthy pillowcase that passed for the clothing he was forced to wear, and just in time too, as someone knocked on the door. Dobby was worried since his master never knocked, which meant it had to be somebody else.

Loki frowned at the door for a moment before getting up and walking over to it, a dagger in one hand behind his back. "Yes?" He asked as he opened the door just enough to peak yet remain hidden incase this was yet another person wanting to drag Loki off to 'discuss the current climate of the wizarding world', when in actuality they just want to bitch about how things are not how they wanted it while being under the delusion that Loki feels the same as them.

"Master Loki?" the person on the other side replied, "I wish to speak with you, my name is Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, a holder of an Order of Merlin First Class, a Grand Sorcerer, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Current Headmaster of Hogwarts, and and a former apprentice of the Great Alchemist Nicholas Flamel," Dumbledore said, surprising Loki that anyone could get all that out in one go.

Loki stood there for a moment, looking at a man that somehow managed to appear older than the Allfather himself. Then Loki took a deep breath...and slammed the door in Dumbledore's face. "No one of any importance it seems." He commented, making sure to click the lock in place before going back to his chair.

Dumbledore frowned, that was most decidedly not the reaction he was used to getting, awestruck respect, or hidden loathing, those he was used to, but outright disrespect to his face, that was a first. He then knocked on the door again, and when it was clear that Loki would not answer it again, he spoke through the door instead, "Mister Loki, I must insist that we talk, it is a matter of grave importance!" he tried.

Loki ran every insulting rejection he could think of past himself to see if any of them would do in this moment, however he quickly realized most of them meant showing his hand in a sense and as the investigations into Dumbledore were still fresh, he knew he couldn't do that. However, he certainly didn't want to be stuck alone with that man… Or did he? Thinking about it, Loki could apply the same logic to Dumbledore, as he had Malfoy. As long as Dumbledore had no idea about Loki's connection to Harry, or Loki's desire to see Dumbledore suffer and rot till the end of days, then Loki could see about getting some useful information to use against Dumbledore. Heck, just looking at the man, told Loki that the man was well past the age where he should've retired from most of those positions. But while he did want to get that information, he most certainly didn't want to do it today. Bad enough that Malfoy had taken up his time as it was.

With a tired sigh Loki got up, unlocked the door and opened it just a little. "Today is not the best time for me. Once my meeting here is complete, I must return to Asgard for a time." Thinking quickly about when the best time to return to Midgard would be he gave Dumbledore a date two weeks from then. "That is the earliest I can return to Midgard, and no, it's not negotiable," Loki told him.

Dumbledore remained blank faced externally, but internally, he was frowning deeply. He needed Loki's help to locate the lost Potter boy. After all, who better then the man who helped train the founders, and build Hogwarts. Regardless, Dumbledore nodded, sighing in an act of defeat, "Very well, do you have a particular place you would like to conduct our meeting?" he asked, hoping that he could get the chance to choose the location to one where he had the position of power.

Loki thought about just saying to meet him at the Leaky Cauldron, but stopped as a better idea came to mind. An idea that he was sure Dumbledore would approve of thinking it, no doubt arrogant enough, to believe it was an advantage to himself rather than Loki. "Well, as you are the headmaster of Hogwarts, perhaps your office there would be best. Seeing how someone keeps placing listening charms on the rooms here." Loki suggested as he dispelled the newly placed ones he was certain Dumbledore had placed before knocking.

Dumbledore showed no outward emotion to the news of the listening charms other than apparent shock. Internally, however, he was most furious as no one was supposed to know of the listening charms that he had been applying, he had always taken pride in trying to secure ownership of obscure spell books from ancient times so as to limit the knowledge of some of the more useful magics that had fallen out of favor. That way when he used the 'lost magics' it was that much more impressive for the masses. Once Dumbledore had 'regained his composure', he said, "Of course, Mister Loki," Dumbledore said in a polite tone, but internally wishing he could get past Loki's occlumency shields with his subtle probes that no one had ever been able to detect. Sadly, he could find no openings to slip through, or weak points. Then Dumbledore nodded and bowed, "I shall see you within two weeks then Mister Loki," Dumbledore said, as he took his leave, and apperated away. Once Dumbledore reappeared, he was at the park near Privet Drive, and looking down the street at Number Four Privet Drive. He wondered what had happened to his weapon, he had investigated personally, and then obliviated those he had questioned, of his questioning, and all of the information he got was that Harry had simply disappeared after being chased by Dudley through the community with a few of Dudley's friends. He then rubbed the bridge of his nose, wondering what to do, his plans were going awry before they really began to be set in motion, and now he was going to have to start making contingency plans regarding what to do if the weapon did not reappear. Along with if it did reappear. He would also have to have plans that were flexible enough for either situation in case his weapon did appear, but someone else found it and recovered it, before he could. He sighed again, pinched the bridge of his nose, and then apperated once more. This time he reappeared in his office at Hogwarts, looking at the various gadgets that had been tied to Harry, or, more specifically, the wards he had placed around Number Four, and, by extension, his weapon. All of them had apparently stopped working, which did not give him high hopes that his weapon was still functionable, as such, he sat down in his chair, and began to plot.

Back at the Leaky Cauldron, however, Lucius had just returned, checked for listening charms, and found more than a few, all bearing the same magical signature, and he vindictively used his earlier spell to repeat what he had done earlier.

Dumbledore jerked and frowned as his magic was returned to him before growling, that was the fifth time that had happened, there was no way that it was just Loki dispelling his charms as he'd gotten a small 'taste' of Loki's magic when he witnessed him dispel the charm, someone else clearly knew the same magic used for those charms, and that troubled him deeply. He vowed to discover who had done it, but then became distracted as an owl arrived bearing various summons from the ICW, probably about various foolish issues that didn't actually need his opinion on them. After all, what was the point of arguing about the thickness of cauldron bottoms, and why there should be a worldwide standard.

Back at the Leaky Cauldron, Lucius Malfoy reentered the room without knocking and smiled when he saw Lord Loki sitting in the comfortable chair, just as he had been when he had left to retrieve the food and drink, neither of which had been cheap...

Loki gave a bored sigh. "At last you return. I had half a mind to leave since you were taking far too long. Honestly, I am starting to think your servant is more useful than you. At least he seems to react quicker to commands." Loki said in an annoyed tone while giving Dobby a secret smile to show he was simply having some fun at Malfoy's expense. "Honestly, keeping me waiting like this and yet claiming your intent is not to offend me. It would seem you still need to be taught a lesson after all."

Lucius ground his teeth behind a forced smile, "I apologise Lord Loki," he said, bowing, the 'red bean cakes' that Loki had requested had not been cheap, or easy to find. In fact, he had had to go to one of the more...obscure...corners of Diagon Alley, or, at least, obscure to him, to find the finest made ones. He had never been to the so-called 'Muggle Corridors', section of Diagon Alley, due to all the shops set up by Mudbloods and half-bloods there, sadly it seemed if he wanted the best everyone he questioned on where to find them told him to look there. He had, privately, been a bit concerned by some of the things he had seen in the shops there, he had also been severely irked by the smirk on the store clerks face when he had finally found the shop and entered it to request some of their best cakes for Lord Loki. He had ended up having to pay at least double, maybe double and a half, the regular price for the treats, some bogus story about how they were 'hard to make perfect', or some such trivial garbage. He privately thought it was because the owner of the shop had been some mudblood whore he had had fired from the Ministry years ago, because she had offended his honor as a Malfoy when she had made the connection between his family, and the muggle Malfoy branch that still resided in France. A connection that hadn't been acknowledged since the Malfoys had fled France, or, at least the magical Malfoys had, when the French Revolution had begun. The muggle Malfoy family members had all joined the Revolution and helped chase the Magical branch of the family out, alongside a bunch of other pureblood families from France, who had also been chased out by the squibs of their lines. It was still a sore subject amongst purebloods whose roots were tied to that mainland country.

Malfoy had then had to track down the drink that Lord Loki had requested, sadly, he had found each and everyone of the wine suppliers in Diagon Alley to be undeserving of Lord Loki's refined pallet, as such, he had been forced to apparate to his home, and consult with Narcissa, while being very secretive with who the wine was for. Narcissa had, however, ended up reminding him she was a Black first, and a Malfoy second, by whittling away at his reluctance, until he finally told her it was for someone more important than the Minister. That, of course, had surprised her, and her surprise had, for once, been clearly evident on her face. However, her cool and composed mask of nobility had returned soon after and she had immediately been suspicious, however, she had trusted her husband wasn't getting in over his head, and immediately suggested one of the rare treasures of the Malfoy Family, something that was, honestly, older than the Malfoy Family by ten years. It was the bottle of Rüssling wine, circa fourteen fifty, from Germany. It had been preserved by magic in the Malfoy family wine cellar until the French Revolution had driven them out, in the late seventeen hundreds, and they had been forced to move to dreary, cold, England. Since then, the head of the Malfoy family had made sure the bottle was preserved, under magic, as he declared it would be 'needed' in the future, but, that was all he knew of why it had been saved at grave cost to the Family Head who had fled France in the seventeen hundreds.

Needless to say, Lucius had felt that this was that 'need', and had agreed with his wife. He then had one of the less useful and more…'Disgusting' of the Malfoy house elves, bring it up for him, being extremely careful with it, as it really was quite old, even with magic. He had then given Narcissa a kiss, for remembering the old family treasure, and promised her a night of passion when he returned, before apperating away from Malfoy manor and back to Diagon Alley. As he had been walking through the Leaky Cauldron, he had hidden the bottle of wine under his cape, like some prized child that one didn't want to have seen.

Loki eyed the red bean cakes, carefully masking his delight at getting to taste such a treat once again after so long, before accepting a glass of the wine Lucius had brought him. After a careful examination, Loki took a sip of it, his face a stone mask as he rolled the wine around on his tongue, and watched Lucius from the corner of his eye. Loki could only imagine the strain the man was under with how Loki had been towards him, and in all honesty he really couldn't care what the stress must be doing to him. The man had insisted on this meeting, while showing himself to be the type of 'man' Loki has never had time for, and so Lucius would suffer for it. Deciding he'd tasted it enough, Loki swallowed his sip and let out a short sigh. "Weak, watered down, tasteless. A thing better suited for children," He told Lucius in a bored tone.

Lucius, if he had been a slab of ice, would have cracked in half down its entire length, at his internal reaction to hearing that bout such a valuable and rare vintage of wine. After all, it had been passed down the Malfoy Family since their...less than noble..origins that they refused to think about. Not to mention that it had been a gift from a family friend of some sort when the Malfoy's had begun their family line to prosperity. To hear Lord Loki criticize the valued treasure of the Malfoy family, it was an insult of the highest order, at least in Lucius's mind. But, he kept his cool, and put up a faint, but hard and thin smile, "I am sorry to hear that Lord Loki," Lucius said, he was deeply pained that he had to continue to call this 'man' a lord now. But, he couldn't afford to blow his one chance to get in good with such an important and key figure in their society, one who, if you were a pureblood, and thus in the 'know', knew was more important than Merlin himself.

Loki could see the 'hidden' rage burning in Lucius's eyes, even as the man did his utmost best to appear unbothered by the comment. Oh it was simply too much fun, and thus Loki's act broke as he began to laugh. "I'm joking, of course." He told Lucius with amusement in his voice, as he took another sip. "It's not bad in all honesty, and yet, not one I would've picked for myself." He admitted before setting the glass down and turning to the cakes, the real 'prize' that he had been looking forward to, and which the sight of had his mouth watering. "Now these I've not had in quite some time. Let's see if you mortals have managed not to ruin something as wonderful as these..." Loki commented before taking a bite.

Lucius frowned, visibly frowned, while he was still insulted, at least it wasn't because the wine was awful, it just wasn't a flavor that Lord Loki liked, as well as the fact that he had decided to pull what was clearly a 'prank', as that idiot, James Potter, would have called it. However, when it came to pastries, he had no idea what to expect. Especially these…foriegn…desserts, he really was a true blue British wizard who resented his ancestry's 'foregien roots' beyond getting him ahead within Pureblood Society of Great Britain. As such, he was, to be frankly honest, quite unprepared when he suddenly heard what could only be described as a 'moan of pure ecstasy' from the Lord of Mischief.

"Oh yes, those are nice." Loki couldn't help but praise. It had been so very long since he'd last gotten to eat such cakes. "Not as good as the ones I had on my last visit to this realm, but given that the woman who made those has been dead long enough to be forgotten, it's to be expected, sadly. Still these were very pleasing. Whoever made these clearly takes pride in their work." Loki did his best not to just greedily shovel the cakes into his mouth one after the other like some kind of crazed lunatic, trying to savour every bite to the fullest as he couldn't be sure when next he could have them. After a moment he turned to Lucius with a raised brow. "Do you intend to stand there like some inbred ogre? Sit down before you put me off my cakes!" He ordered with a wave to the empty seat. He had made sure to use that particular insult just to both irritate Lucius, if he could figure out what inbred meant, and also to hide it under the guise of an off hand comment about ogres. He would also have to be sure to rip the knowledge of where Lucius had gotten these treats from the blond man's mind, subtly, of course.

Lucius, sighing in relief, that he hadn't caused Lord Loki any pain or something, especially after that…disturbing sound...that Lord Loki had made after eating the desserts he had had to pay dearly for, sat down heavily. He then drew in a breath, and turned to Lord Loki, who was still devouring the cakes. "Lord Loki, may I ask, what plans do you have for the future of Wizarding Britain?" he asked curiously, he had been severely taken off the tracks by Loki's mannerisms, behaviour, and actions, and thus, forgetting their earlier conversation's drop off point. He also didn't realise that Loki had, subtly, read the name of the restaurant that Lucius had gone to in Diagon Alley to get the red bean cakes from so that he could visit them later, from the blond snake's mind, completely bypassing the, admittedly, very weak occlumency shields that Lucius had guarding his mind, which, admittedly, hadn't even stopped, nor detected, the technique that Loki was using.

Loki decided that being honest, or at least, partly so, was the best choice for this question. "At the moment I am merely gathering information. I have been away for far, far too long and so much has changed since those days. If I am to retake my place in this realm, then I need to know what has changed, how it has changed, and be able to see what is failing magical kind." When Loki spoke of 'magical kind' he referred to any and all with magic in them, be they pureblood, halfblood, muggle born, or even a magical sentient. But Lucius didn't need to know the specifics. Loki just had to keep saying just enough to give the impression that he wanted what Lucius wanted, and the fool would keep providing him with much needed information until Loki 'dealt with him'.

Lucius hemmed in thought while grabbing his chin to think. He could try reaching out to a few of the old crowd, however, most of them were, while powerful, utterly incompetent at holding a 'propper and civil conversation', with anyone, let alone someone like Lord Loki. Not to mention they tended to be dictated by their tempers, rather than their brains. Rudophulus had proven that when he had taken his mind controlled wife, his brother, and the Crouch boy to the Longbottoms and tortured them into insanity for answers of what happened to their lord. He sighed, 'Short minded, sadistic, idiotic fools...' he thought to himself in regards to those three idiots and the controlled woman. He then thought about Draco, the boy was far, far too emotional and close to him, perhaps he should have Narcissa take the boy under her wing, like she had suggested all those years ago. Sadly, he had been far too confident and arrogant, in his belief that he was the better parent, to allow her to teach and train Draco...privately he had also worried that she would have trained him to be more like a Black, then a Malfoy, if he was honest with himself. Sighing in defeat, he realised he would have to work with…her, causing him to shiver as he was sure that he was going to end up regretting it in the end. "In that case, Lord Loki," he said, feeling bile rise up in his mouth and trying to hide the fact he could taste the acidicness in his mouth, "Might I suggest talking with Madam Bones?" he said, not seeing a flash of recognition within Loki's eyes at the mention of the Bones family member, mostly from her family name, of course.

Loki pretended to think on the name. "Bones? You will have to give me more details then that. Who is this Madam Bones and why do you bring her up?" Loki truly wondered just what Lucius could possibly be about to suggest to him if it involved Amelia, someone he was certain Lucius would do everything to undermine in order to stay in whatever seat of power he has currently.

Lucius bit his lip for a moment, before replying. "She is the current head of the DMLE, or Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and has been for the last two years, ever since her predecessor, Bartimus Crouch, was shamed by his son being discovered to be a follower of Lord Voldemort," he said, "Said son, Bartimus Crouch Junior, was found guilty of helping to torture the Longbottoms into Insantiy, leaving their son, Neville, essentially orphaned and under the care of his paternal grandmother, Augusta," he said, explaining the reason for why Crouch's son was arrested. He then sighed at what he was about to say next, "Lord Loki, while she may be...biased...towards certain families..." he said, feeling awkward for having to moderate his speech, "She also is a powerful witch from a powerful family, she would make a strong ally for you," he admitted reluctantly.

Loki appeared to give it some thought, mentally laughing at Lucius for suggesting someone he was already working with. He could just imagine the reaction he would get if he told Lucius he had already met the woman in question. But rather than do that, he kept to the script he was certain Lucius was expecting him to follow. "Always wise to keep possible enemies close at hand, and in time all people break and fall in line under my...guidance." Loki then frowned and picked up his wine. "But tell me, who is this 'Lord Voldemort' that you spoke of? Your tone suggests you respect this man." He'd heard a little about Voldemort already, and none of it good, but he wanted to know more than what some book written by people who never encountered the man had to say.

Lucius frowned, wondering how best to describe Lord Voldemort to Lord Loki. Then, he suggested the more…apt...pureblood description. "Lord Voldemort is a visionary, or, was, up until about four years ago, when he went after the Potter family for some reason," Lucius, along with many of the other Death Eaters, had never been made aware of the reason for Voldemort's decision to attack the Potter family. As far as Lucius knew, the only ones who did were Snape, the potion and spell controlled Bellatrix, Lord Voldemort himself, and, surprisingly, that coward, Wormtail. No one else had known, hence Rudolpulous plan to torture the Longbottoms into insantiy for information, though, if Lucius was honest with himself, it was Rudolphulous's last grab at the glory days of being able to do whatever twisted idea had gone through Lestranges twisted little mind. "Anyway, no one is entirely sure what happened, but the story being toted by Albus Dumbledore, is that Lord Voldemort tried to kill the Potter boy with the Killing Curse, and it somehow rebounded due to the actions of the boy, ridiculous notion in my opinion though," Lucius said, snorting in bemusement at the idea of a one year old child defeating a wizard of Voldemort's caliber with, at best, what must have been an act of accidental magic.

Loki fixed Lucius with a look that was a cross between stern and disappointed. "Only a fool dismisses the impossible out right. I have seen babes with the power to make the ground for miles tremble just because they are upset. Have seen toddlers who have yet to begin to speak ensnare the minds of others when scared. And I had watched kingdoms crumble at the will of untrained children who have been wronged. If this 'Lord Voldemort', a 'visionary' as you claim him to be, went to end such a child, then clearly the boy was more a threat then you seem to think possible." Loki then gave a bitter chuckle. "But I guess that is why you are no leader, for you are too small minded to see such things as possible." Clearly Dumbledore had to know more about the reason for Voldemort going after Harry and his parents. Loki would make certain to get that answer out of the old fool, one way...or another. "What do you know about what happened to the child after the fall of Voldemort?" Loki asked.

Lucius snorted in amusement, "The boy vanished after that night, not seen since, or even after his birth, by anyone not connected to the family, so far as I know of...well...other then Dumbledore himself of course," he said derisively, "The old fart has set himself up as the boy's magical guardian, since the boy's chosen godfather is in prison, and his godmother is unknown," he said, not seeing a look of realisation within Loki's eyes, "He has also been using money, far more than he should have access to from his own family and his various positions, to gain favors and promises of favors for obvious future use," he added, disgusted that apparently Dumbledore had been doing the exact same thing he had, well, disgusted might not be the word, Lucius would admit to himself, perhaps more…'bothered' perhaps? "Regardless, Dumbledore prides himself on his image as a 'Leader of the Light', but make no mistake, he is anything but," he pointed out, "With all his positions, he could easily help pass numerous laws and reforms for the...muggleborns," his voice hitched as he was forced to use that disgusting term, something that, again, he failed to notice was registered by Loki, "And yet, he does nothing, he allows us to pass laws more and more often in favor of the Purebloods, he is a joke of a leader, and the Dark are all laughing at him behind his back!" he finished with a tone of powerful amusement.

Loki took all of that information in, making sure to memorize it so that he can point it out to Amelia at their next meeting. It was all very useful and juicy in regards to Dumbledore and thus must be picked at carefully and fully to see what else is there. "So he has been gathering favors has he? Interesting." Loki commented as he finished his cakes and wine. "Alright Malfoy, time to see if you are worth anything at gathering information for me. I want to know everyone Dumbledore has gained favors from, see if you can get a guess as to how much money he has stolen for these favors, compile lists of laws he has let pass that harm these muggleborns," Loki paused in thought about Harry's godfather. "And get me any and all information that you can regarding the Potter boy's godfather. I shall be returning to Midgard within two weeks and expect you to have the requested information." Loki gave Lucius a time, well in advance of his upcoming meeting with Dumbledore and instructions to meet in the very same room they are in now. Before leaving Loki fixed him with a serious look before saying, "Do not disappoint me Malfoy. I am not a very forgiving god to those who fail me." Loki then left, not giving Lucius any time to respond. He had plenty to think about, some things he would write down to hand over to Amelia for her to look at during the next meeting, and he had to start preparing for his meeting with Dumbledore. Oh what a busy two weeks he had coming up.

Lucius frowned, he knew more about Sirius Black's status then he had let on, in fact, it benefited him if the man remained locked up, however, he knew that, between siding with Dumbledore to keep Sirius locked up, and siding with Loki with the promise of bettering the Pureblood cause, he would choose Loki any day, simply because Loki was more entrenched into the Magical World then Dumbledore, while also clearly being much more powerful by a considerable margin that was nothing to sneeze at unless you were an absolute idiot. He sighed, as he realised he would, most likely, lose out on the Black seat at the Wizengamot, something that, quite frankly, he had illegally seized upon through his wife's connection as the last known Black that was not dead, imprisoned, or had been cast out of the family, as such, he knew that he would end up losing some political power, but he hoped that he would gain more in return for his future efforts. He then thought about Dumbledore and those the old fart had been paying under the table for favors. He smirked at the thought of tarnishing Dumbledore's precious image as a 'Lord of the Light', by exposing him for the fraud he really was, this was definitely going to be an enjoyable two weeks of work...

~w~

~Omake: Orphans of Asgard~

Godiva sighed as she reentered the 'home' that she, and the other orphans of the poor and 'disgraced' of Asgard had built for themselves deep within the slums in a hidden section that no one but the orphans knew about. She had been looking forward to seeing Harry again today, since he had promised they would meet again at some point. To be honest though, a part of her told her that he was just like all the other noble children, friendly to her face, but laughing behind her back. Though, another part of her told her to trust her gut, that Harry was a nice boy, who genuinely meant what he said. As if to argue against that, the darker part of her brain would laugh and tell her that while he might actually be what he seems, the boy's parents would not be as nice, and would in fact try and stop him from meeting with her and her friends.

Godiva then turned to a brown haired boy with eyes that were two different colors, one was red, while the other was greenish blue. His body was wiryish and a little short but, it was clearly built for speed and fast movement. The boy looked at Godiva expectantly, "Any luck finding any food Godi?" he asked, using the name he knew both ticked her off and yet, also showed they care about each other as family.

Godiva growled good naturedly, "Shut it Ari, I know you're hungry, we all are, Jarl is still out hunting with Runa though, so, hopefully they can make it back with maybe a few of them small rabbits, or maybe even a dear," she said, before heading to some of the other orphans and making sure they were doing ok, even if they were, like the rest of them, starving for food, at least water was almost always clean and drinkable in Asgard, even in the slums. She then thought about Princess Adrette. The princess was, to be honest, not what she had expected. She was both outgoing, and compassionate, and hadn't looked down on her for her cut up and worn out clothes, not to mention her clearly defensive nature regarding her, even though she had appeared to be nice to the princess when they had met. She then smiled, the Twins had stopped by the other day, and they had brought what food they had been able to spirit out of the kitchens, naturally, it wasn't a lot, given it was just two of the castle guards, and even then, the two that were considered the least capable, even if she knew differently. Still, what they had brought had been appreciated immensely by all the orphans, of which there were a few dozen or more hiding here.

She then thought of the other 'nobles' that resided in the golden monstrosity that was the Royal palace. She snorted, 'nobles', she thought, "More like lucky arse kissers who got their places through connections or some such nonsense then actual hard work!" she muttered, then cried out with an 'Ow!' as Ari threw a piece of rotting wood at her.

"Oi!" he cried, "Quiet, someone's outside..." he whispered as they heard the distinct sound of Asgard's 'loyal troops' marching about near the slums.

"No doubt looking for me," Godiva realised. Ever since she could remember, the royal guards had, for the most part, been nearby once she had been kicked out of her house after her mother died. Not to mention that they would also punish her whenever she would try and nick any food or things of value so that the other orphans could eat, or so that she could sell the items for some coin to get food or some much needed supplies that were usually over priced in the slums. She sighed, thinking about how lots of the Asgardian people liked to claim how great Asgard was, but never really thinking about the common folk, those who had unfortunate circumstances, or unlucky lives and thus were forced to live on the streets to survive, or, worse, sell themselves through brothels to make enough coin. Well, that or turn to less…'honorable' pursuits to get what they needed to survive.

All the orphans let out a collective breath of relief when they heard the marching move away. Guards, and the other people of Asgard always made them nervous, after all, not all of them had come from 'caring or loving' families after all.

One thing that all the orphans understood, and held close to their hearts was the golden law of wisdom, 'Respect is earned, never given, the same with trust', needless to say, the orphans were of the mindset to look out for themselves first, and anyone not of their group second...if at all.

At that moment, the 'door' of their little hideout moved aside, and Jarl, the biggest member of their group, came through, carrying something big, and, also bloody.

Godiva perked up at the sound of something being dragged by Jarl, and so got up to come over and look. It was a deer, however, it wasn't just any deer though. What it was, caused Godiva to gasp, and turn to Jarl with fury in her eyes, "Are you crazy, Jarl, bringing THAT, here!? Please tell me that you didn't drag the thing the whole way here!" she demanded angrily.

Jarl huffed, and looked at Godiva, "Hey, I carried it the whole way here, I made sure none of the guards saw me, and I only dragged it in cause we all know how low that blasted entranceway is!" Jarl defended himself verbally. Jarl was big, easily a good foot taller than everyone else, even Godiva, Ari, or Runa, despite the four of them being all the same age. He also had muscles on his arms from all the fights he got into with adults over what his father had 'done'. His hair was reddish brown with natural blonde highlights and he had greenish eyes. He then turned to the entrance, where a black haired and blue eyed girl was entering with one hand holding a few royal geese, and the other was pushing dirt over the blood trail that Jarl had left, effectively burning the evidence.

Runa then turned to the two, and saw Godiva giving Jarl the stink eye. She sighed as she said, "Sorry Godi, but, we ended up having to enter Odin's royal hunting lands to find anything, a bunch of prideful warriors were chasing the game away. Thankfully, no one saw us enter the royal hunting lands and as such, we should be in the clear to eat well for at least a few days," she said, shrugging at the end. After making sure the blood trail was covered, she placed the geese down by a makeshift cooking station set up by the central firepit, and began to clean the geese, Jarl, however picked up the noble animal he had killed and brought and placed it on the opposite side of the pit from Runa, where he proceeded to begin to cut it open, clean it, and begin to cut it into easier portions to cook and store away.

Godiva sighed, shaking her head and just hoped that this wouldn't come to bite them in the arse later, after all, everyone in the slums knew, that the Lady Sif, along with some of the royal guards, had been looking for them for a while now, while they did not know the reason for why, they knew it was nothing good.

~w~

~Omake 2: Well, this is some interesting news...~

~Location: Salem Witches' Academy, second floor, east dorm~

Darcy lewis groaned in pain as she was woken up by the light of the sun shining through the big, large window set into the east wall. She hated that the staff had made sure she was given this room for this sole reason. The sun always shone through the window like a canon of light with no impact, well, no physical impact anyway.

Grumbling about having to get up so early, Darcy dragged herself out of the bed and ended up falling flat on the floor, into the Morganna blessed shade. Sighing in relief, Darcy allowed her mind to reboot, so to speak, in a more proper way before slowly, and grudgingly, getting up off the floor and looking around the room.

It was one of the biggest dorm rooms at the Academy, and the only reason she had received it was because the teachers had grown tired of being forced to send someone to wake her up, and then complaining to the headmistress, while the headmistress was tired of having to deal with Darcy always being slow in the mornings. As such, the best solution was to give her the one room no one wanted due to the fact that the sun shone through the one room's window at full blast due to no branches having grown from nearby trees to cover it.

Darcy scanned the room and noticed that from last night's party, there was still two other witches in the room, one was a redhead who she vaguely recalled had been quite the little firecracker the night before, and the other, was an asian girl with red and black hair, whether natural or dyed, it was hard to tell. The asian girl was also in her bed, and had pulled the blankets over her to cover herself from the sun's harsh beams which had hit her full force when Darcy had woken up and moved her head, thus pulling her hair off of the other girls face, which had been covered by said hair. Darcy then began to take stock of the state her room was currently in. There was a bottle of Ogden's finest, circa the nineteen forties, that lay empty next to the passed out Redhead's hand, a few bottles of wine in various levels of emptiness, a few beer cans and bottles, and even a half eaten poptart. She sighed heavily as she began to get to work on cleaning the room. She had been hard at work for about ten, maybe fifteen minutes when she suddenly heard a loud tapping on the window, which cause the other two occupants of the room to groan in discomfort and to also visibly cover their ears, the asian girl using the blanket, and the redhead had grabbed the nearest things she could, which was someone's bra.

Sighing, Darcy went over and opened the window, only to blink as she realised it was one of Gringotts's highly vaunted Osprey, the ones that were said to be bred by the King of the Goblins personally. It had a colouring that was far different then other Osprey species, such as having red and black feathers with a greenish crown.

Darcy gulped now fully awake, as whatever Gringotts had sent her was clearly too important for a regular owl or Eagle Owl. So, taking the letter carefully, she opened it and began to read.

Ahem, Dear Miss Lewis, we are proud to inform you that, as per your request, we have, at last, discovered the identity of your father. What's more, while he is aware of you now, he was not before, and has informed us he will be in contact shortly.

We have also discovered that you have a nephew via your half sister, Lilias Potter nee Fayee, sadly, said relative is deceased, but her adoptive family still resides within Britain, while your father has taken in your nephew. As such, we are pleased to announce that you now have access to your father's trust vault, which was set up for any children he ended up having here on 'Midgard'. Hope you have a wondrous day.

Mrs. Daggertooth, secretary to King Ragnok, king of the Goblins

As Darcy finished reading, she blinked several times in both confusion, and also as well as astonishment. Her father knew the king of the Goblins personally, apparently, and had only recently learned of her existence. That alone spoke of the fact that apparently she was a child of either a night of drunken pashion, or, a one night stand. Either way, she would be getting her father's side of the story as her mother would go on and on about how much her father had ravished her the night they met, causing her to turn to other women, as other men had no comparison to her father. Then there was the fact she apparently had a half-sister who had died at some point leaving behind a child. There was also the listed adoptive family of her half sister, but she didn't have high hopes about them, what with a dreary and boring sounding name like Dursley.

She sighed, she guessed she would just have to wait for her father to come around to introduce himself to the 'surprise' that she was, she guessed. Shrugging her shoulders, she gave the Osprey some bird treats she usually kept around in a jar, though granted, they were owl treats. She then watched as the bird flew off before Darcy went back to cleaning, wondering what her nephew was like and if he would be fun to hang out with. Heck, maybe she could use him to pull pranks on her friends, that would be great fun for both of them, she was sure of that. She also had to check out that trust vault that was mentioned in the letter, though she did wonder just why it had said 'children on Midgard'. "Maybe daddy's out of this world?" She joked to herself.

~w~

~An: Ogremen: Ok, so, I have to say, we definitely burned some oil on this 18k word long chapter, lol, we REALLY hope you enjoyed it, and that it was worth the extremely long and overdue wait XP We also hope you like some of the easter eggs that are hidden or may be cleverly hidden within the chapter, lol Oh, btw our dear readers: THANK YOU FOR STICKING THROUGH THE WAIT FOR US, IT MEANS A LOT TO US! ^W^ Anyway, and now, I have said my piece, and am going to pass the 'mic' to Oracle, ok? lol

Oracle: This chapter did take some work, and a few clashes between us authors once we really got to work. I realize that some of you might not be enjoying the bits with Adrette and want to get into the real meat of the story with Harry, but please hang in there. We are setting up for the future after all and we are hoping to avoid digging ourselves into a huge hole and mess like we tend to do. We promise that we will do a time jump eventually, we just want to arrange things better before we get to Harry's first year at Hogwarts. So just sit tight and soon enough we'll get into the flow that readers of the original know. Also, as we ask after every chapter, please let us know your thoughts and feelings regarding this chapter and everything that's happened. Maybe give your thoughts as to where you think certain events are heading, we love to hear predictions from our readers. And yeah, I think that's everything. Thanks again to everyone for sticking with us during the time my pc went down and all your kind words since being informed of what happened. Much love to all of you and we hope you are staying safe out there. Until the next chapter!