Chapter 2 

A loud grumble from the vicinity of Harry's midsection announced his arrival at his place at the faculty table in the Great Hall. 

"And good morning to you, Harry," Bill Weasley laughed as he watched his brother-in-law sit down. "I would have thought you'd catch breakfast at home this morning." 

"Normally I would, Bill," Harry said with an embarrassed smile. "But I thought this was the best way to get to talk to you this morning. Did those four first years come to see you?" 

"Yes, they did," Bill said more seriously. "We had a very pointed discussion and they'll be spending some time over the next few weeks getting their hands dirty around the place. I also took some extra time with Derek Creevey. The last thing we want or need is some sort of feud developing between him and the boy from Slytherin." 

"Dickerson, yes. I had my own talk with him after the incident and gave him some reading to do to try and acquaint him with the facts of the recent past. His ignorance bothers me. I can understand his father having those views, being a muggle and living out of the country for so long, but you'd think the boy's mother would have some clue," Harry said. 

"It's hard to say, Harry. For some people it's out of sight, out of mind. And for others what they know or think isn't said. She may not have the inclination or freedom to talk about such things," Bill offered. 

"Hmm, maybe. I guess I'm so used to being around women who have no problem telling us what they think I hadn't considered that," Harry said. 

"I wouldn't worry about it too much, Harry. I'm sure that with what you've got him reading and a little more discussion you'll have him sorted out shortly." 

Harry just nodded and then looked out over the student body catching sight of both Creevey and Dickerson and wondered if this was what happened in the past. Some terrible event occurs and those that lived through it will remember it always but those that only hear about it or learn about it in school don't take it as seriously and over time the memories fade and that opens the door for it to happen again. As an educator he found this disturbing. 

Fortunately the rest of the week passed more or less quietly. During the next class with his first year DADA class, Dickerson sat in his spot, his face thoughtful. Creevey and the other Gryffindors showed no overt hostility but there were the occasional glances in the young Slytherin's direction. Even the delayed walk through the memorial park failed to create any issues. On Thursday night, as was his habit when he spent evenings at the school, Harry was seated near the first year end of the Gryffindor table going over some papers when he felt eyes on him. He looked up to see young Dickerson looking at him from the Slytherin table. Harry regarded him, the tilt of his head and the expression on his face offering the boy an invitation. After a few moments the boy rose from the bench and slowly walked over and came to stand in front of Harry. 

"How are you getting on, Mr. Dickerson?" 

"Alright, I suppose, sir. No more trouble if that's what you mean," the boy replied. 

"That's good to hear, but it's only part of what I meant. Have you had the chance to do any of the reading I suggested?" 

"Yes, sir. I've made a start on it. There's a lot there and some of it is hard to understand." 

Harry gestured for the boy to sit across from him, which he did. 

"Maybe I can help you. What are you having problems understanding?" Harry asked. 

"Well, sir, I guess even though my mum's a witch I don't really know a lot about the magical world. My dad didn't like to talk about it much. The only time I ever heard about it was if he wasn't around. Sometimes some of mum's family would visit and I'd hear things but no one ever told me directly about it. I think maybe dad was hoping it wouldn't happen to me, but some things started to occur and I guess it became clear I was going to be a wizard. The only reason he agreed to send me to a wizard school was so I'd learn to control it and not, as he said, do something stupid to embarrass the family." 

"I can see where that would keep you from knowing much. And I can certainly understand how his attitude is affecting you. I was raised by my aunt and uncle who were both muggles, non magical, and they did everything they could think of to suppress my wizard side. I didn't even know that my folks were witch or wizard until my letter finally got to me," Harry said quietly. 

"Really, sir?" Dickerson asked, his eyes fixed on Harry. 

"Oh, yes. It was rather unpleasant, even after I started to attend Hogwarts. They pretty much detested anything and anyone associated with magic. But that being said you have the opportunity to discover a great deal about the wizarding world and you need to take advantage of that. And not just because of what happened the other day. The world of magic can be and is a wonderful place, but it is also a very dangerous place, particularly for the unwary or unknowing. You have the opportunity to become aware and to be very knowledgeable. I hope you take advantage of it," Harry said. 

"Yes, sir. I think I know what you mean. I think my mum would be happy for that to happen, too," Dickerson said with an odd little smile. "I sent her a message by owl last night telling her about what's been happening and all. I think she'll be glad in a way." 

Harry said he hoped so and suggested the boy think about getting some sleep. He watched as Dickerson collected his things from the Slytherin table and left the Hall. When Harry arrived home the following night for the week end he sat with Ginny in the library talking about what had occurred. 

"Why are you fretting over this so much, sweetheart?" Ginny asked. "You kept it from getting out of hand and you pointed this boy in the right direction to find out the facts and you'll be able to keep tabs on him as the year progresses. I think you've handled it very well." 

"It's not so much Dickerson in particular, Gin. It's the idea that someone could think so little about what happened. It's only been what, six years and a bit since Voldemort's been dead. What happens in a dozen or twenty years when the memories are really distant?" Harry said with a frown. 

"Well, my dear fellow, that's why it's important that you're at Hogwarts now instead of having waited all those years like you planned. You'll be the one to make sure the memories don't fade away." 

"I suppose," he replied but didn't sound too convinced as he stared into the flames in the fireplace. 

After a time he looked over at Ginny and said, 

"Are we still set for visitors tomorrow?" 

"Yes, I'd expect Mum here relatively early and Fleur and Victoire sometime before lunch. Do you think your business in Diagon Alley will be done by then?" she asked. 

"I'd think so. I'll go first thing and Gringotts shouldn't take long and then I thought I'd stop at the book store and then the magical creatures shop for more of that food supplement. It seems to be working well. Being home for lunch shouldn't be a problem," he said with a half smile, the first Ginny had seen since before dinner. 

"Good, I think you need to be around some family tomorrow," she replied. "As for tonight, I think you need some decidedly individual attention." 

Harry thought that both ideas were brilliant and his bigger smile said as much. So it was that when he woke up the next morning he was in a much better frame of mind. Ginny and James were already at the table when Harry walked in. 

"Good morning, sweetheart, how are you feeling this morning?" Ginny asked with a gleam in her eye. 

"I'm feeling great, thank you," he replied with a smile. "How are my two favorite people getting on?" 

"I'm feeling very well and James seems pretty chipper as well," she replied. "Sit down and have your breakfast. The sooner you get to the Alley the sooner you'll be home." 

Harry couldn't find any fault with her logic so he sat himself down and after bestowing kisses on his wife and infant son he began his assault on his breakfast. Despite the slower pace of academic life Harry had experienced no lessening of his prodigious appetite, much to the joy of Nibs the house elf. While Kreacher had always deemed it his duty, albeit a happy one, to keep Master Harry well fed, the former Hogwarts cook approached it almost as if it were a religious duty, insofar as a house elf could feel such. Every item offered was watched over carefully. Ingredients were inspected before being used and every implement used in preparation of the meal were treated as if they were intended for a surgery theater. 

Harry never saw a broader smile than when he would push back his plate after finishing his third helping, sigh deeply and turn and give the little cook a smile and nod for a job well done. If anyone had paid any attention they would see that Kreacher would offer his own enigmatic little smile, content with the knowledge that when the time came, as it inevitably must, his Master Harry would be well cared for. 

As for Harry, feeling content and well fed, he kissed his wife and child good bye for the moment and pulling on his cloak, made his way outside for the trip to Diagon Alley. Arriving at the spot he normally chose close to the bank, he made his way up the steps where the door Goblins swung open the doors and bowed him in. He hadn't gotten three steps inside when he was approached by a Goblin in clerk's attire. 

"Mr. Potter," he began in his gravelly voice, "how may the bank be of service?" 

"I'd like to go over my account, please. It's been a while and we've had some big changes so I figure I need to see where we are." 

"Certainly, sir. I'll notify Kandak as well. If you'd come this way?" 

"Thank you," Harry said as he followed the clerk to the small private room he had become familiar with. 

Within in a few minutes, and almost simultaneously, a second clerk arrived with the big account book as well as the bank manager, Kandak, who said, 

"Mr. Potter, as always it is a pleasure to see you." 

"Thank you. It's good to see you again. I came to look at my account but as long as I'm here would you have a few moments to discuss other matters?" 

"Certainly, once we are finished here we can go to my office," the elderly Goblin replied. 

"That would be great." 

"So, Mr. Potter, let's see where matters stand. As you can see you've made some significant changes to your account. With the endowment of the research facility at Hogwarts coupled with the purchase of land and the construction of your home your total assets are significantly smaller but still substantial and with the steady income stream from the original Black family holdings as well as your own investments one would conclude you are still on a very firm financial footing." 

Harry could see that. He sought out and found the entries indicating the expenses associated with the scholarship fund and saw that the income was well above what had been charged to it for this year's beneficiaries. He would have to give some thought about what to do with the excess, but there was time for that. He nodded to himself and then to Kandak. 

"Yes, it looks like we're doing alright. I'd like to make a withdrawal as well, please. One hundred galleons." 

"Certainly, sir," Kandak replied and signaled for the clerk to attend to it. 

In moments the Goblin had returned with the coins and a receipt. The coins were counted out, and with Harry's acknowledgment, swept into his offered leather bag. He signed the receipt and tucked the pouch away. 

"Please come with me, Mr. Potter," Kandak offered. 

In moments they were seated across from each other at Kandak's large but plain desk. 

"I thought while I was here, I'd ask about how things have been working out between the Ministry and the Goblin community. Although I'm not officially involved anymore I'm still interested in how things are going," Harry said. 

"While you may not be part of the Ministry any longer, young sir, I can assure you that you still loom very large in events. Mrs. Weasley has proven to be just as you vouchsafed. Her proposals have been intelligently crafted, clearly stated and surprisingly respectful. However, she negotiates with all the tenacity of the most hardened Goblin trader. We think most highly of her and have high hopes that a reasonably equitable accord will be forged," Kandak said. 

"I'm very happy to hear that. It was clear early on that Hermione was someone special and I'm glad that the negotiations are moving forward. The next subject I wanted to ask you about may not be so pleasant. I was curious to know what, if anything, the exploration of the caves has turned up." 

The Goblin's expression did not change, which wasn't much of a barometer since he never smiled either, but his hands did tighten up as they were clasped together on his desk during the conversation. 

"You are astute as always, Mr. Potter. It has not been pleasant. The search has been much more extensive then we first anticipated. We have not yet found any connection between that which was found beneath the Ministry and the vault caves here but there is still much to be explored. Those who are actually in the caves under the Ministry have reported some oddities that will bear further investigation," the elder Goblin said. 

"Oddities, how so?" Harry asked with genuine curiosity. 

"Strange sensations, seemingly inconsistent spatial qualities. For instance, Goblins have very keen senses of direction. Some of the tunnels which appear to go on in straight lines for some distance have actually exited not far from where they began, as if they had curved back on themselves. Most peculiar." 

"In a way I'm not surprised. When I was down there that one time it seemed very odd that all that could exist without any of the muggles stumbling across it with all their tunneling, but the same could be said for the vault tunnels here as well," Harry replied. 

"Tis true, young sir, but no Goblin ever felt uncomfortable in the vaults, nor lost their sense of where they were. We will continue to investigate, however, as the security of the vaults still remains an issue." 

"Well, I'm sure the wizarding community appreciates your diligence, I certainly do. And I've taken up enough of your time today. Thank you," Harry said as he offered his hand across the desk top. 

"And as always it's has been a pleasure and no inconvenience in any way, Mr. Potter." 

Kandak escorted Harry to the front doors and as he descended the steps to the pavements he thought about what the bank manager had said, his curiosity aroused. He need to have a talk with Charlie and soon. He was still deep in thought when he heard his name being called from across the Alley. 

"Harry, I say there, Harry!" 

Harry looked over to see Percy and Audrey standing outside Weasleys Wizard Wheezes waving him over. With a smile he crossed the cobbles and was greeted with hugs and handshakes. 

"So how was the first week of school, Harry?" Percy asked. 

"All in all, it went pretty well, Perc. Looks like it's a good bunch of first years, a bump here and there, but I think it should be a good year. How are things at the Ministry?" 

"Great. They made my posting permanent so I can really start digging in. Some of the older hands were dragging their feet thinking I might be going away but now they see the way things are going to be, some have decided to retire and the rest figure they better get in step," Percy replied with a smile. 

"That's great. How about you, Aud, how are you doing?" Harry asked. 

"I'm doing very well, Harry. I've enjoyed a few trips when Percy goes on business but I do miss a certain group of wizards chessmen," she replied with a grin. 

"You know you two are welcome anytime and the board is always set and ready." 

Harry wasn't able to continue as several passersby waved and called out to him. 

"Hello, Professor Potter." 

"You're looking well, Professor." 

"Good morning, Professor Potter." 

After the cordial greetings the next voice Harry heard was anything but. 

"Potter? Professor Potter you say. Well, a word in your ear, Professor," the last word being dragged out and dripping with scorn. 

Harry turned and saw a tallish burly man bearing down on him, trailed by a slightly built woman with a look of absolute chagrin on her face. Harry knew trouble when he saw it but he remained calm and waited for it to arrive. 

"Yes, I'm Professor Potter and you would be...?" 

"Dickerson, Bentley Dickerson. My son Davey is a student of yours and you and I are going to have a discussion about what you've been telling him." 

Harry looked at the man who had come to stand within arm's length. He looked to be somewhere in his forties and gave the appearance of a former rugger gone a bit soft. He was scowling and quite red in the face. 

"I take it you have some issue with what your son and I have been discussing?" 

"Too bloody right I do. Just where do get off telling my boy that his father doesn't know what he's talking about?" the man bristled. 

"Your son offered an opinion of yours in class that ran counter to the experiences of just about everyone else in the room. I suggested that he should learn a bit more about what went on before he mentioned it again. He disregarded that suggestion and it created more than a little bit of trouble for him with some of his classmates. We managed to keep it from getting out of hand and he is now working to gain some insight into recent history." 

"Don't try and get by me with your fancy talk, mister. You have no right trying to get between me and my son that way," the man practically shouted. 

"Harry, what is he going on about?" Percy asked in a low but strained voice. 

"Mr. Dickerson believes that our problems with Voldemort were, I believe the expression was 'overblown'," Harry replied but never got the chance to explain further. 

In an instant Percy was practically nose to nose with the belligerent father, every bit as red in the face and he was giving a very pointed, very loud run down of the history of Lord Voldemort and his victims, often punctuated by sharp jabs in the chest from Percy's finger. At one point his arm shot out and his finger pointed at Harry and Dickerson got a quick lesson on the trials that Harry endured beginning with the deaths of his parents. Harry and Audrey were both dumbfounded as they watched the usually reserved Percy pour out a seeming unending litany of the dark deeds that were Voldemort's legacy. 

Then Harry was hit with an insight. Percy's verbal assault on the ignorance of Bentley Dickerson was not so much a defense of Harry as it was a penance or purging of guilt that Percy had harbored since the fall of Voldemort. On several occasions Percy's treatment of Harry during those dark early times at the Ministry had surfaced briefly and Harry had simply accepted whatever small apology the usually reticent Percy had offered but it was obvious that his brother-in-law had never really gotten past it. Add to that the loss of a brother, there was quite a bit of emotion dammed up. Now, in the face of the belligerently uninformed Mr. Dickerson, the dam had burst and a catharsis of sorts was taking place. Harry sensed a winding down in Percy's delivery and he focused his attention back on the two just in case anything physical might erupt. Looking past the two men he could