Harry heard Cassandra shout from the foyer. "Harry, Barchok and the warding team are here to transfer the wards."
"Coming, be there in a minute!" He helped Bob get his Great-grandmother's portrait in place.
Harry jogged down to the foyer and after greeting the Goblins, he lead the way to what he called the keying closet. It held the foundation stone to the warding scheme and the controls for access to the property. They set up a quick protection circle then handed Harry a dagger. This was his least favorite part in all this. He cut open the palm of his right hand and he smeared the blood across the stone while the goblins chanted. He felt the magic flow from him to the edges of the property.
Barchok had expressed concern when Harry had chosen this warding scheme from the Potter Family grimoire to add to the goblin wards but he had to admit it would grant the wards on the Manse the same strength as wards on some of the old family manors throughout England. It used his blood to call up the ancient blood wards. "Cruor dico ex vicis of vetus, cruor effundo protego nos totus, ex cruor adveho vires facio illa moenia. " (Blood calls from times of old, blood shed to protect us all, from blood comes strength to make these walls.) The goblins sprinkled salt across the face of the warding stone. Harry pulled up as magic as he could and finished the ritual. "Ex sal salis ut calx is vadum exsisto signum." (From salt to stone this shall be sealed.) He could suddenly feel the weight of the wards as they became active and staggered a bit as he and the goblins exited the closet.
Cassandra was waiting with some healing salve and a pepper up. Harry drank the potion but still felt tired. After bidding the goblins good day, Harry staggered to his half decorated master suite and fell into bed where he slept twenty hours straight.
"Harry, you have to wake up now."
Cassandra was waiting with some healing salve and a pepper up. Harry drank the potion but still felt tired. After bidding the goblins good day, Harry staggered to his half decorated master suite and fell into bed where he slept twenty hours straight.
"Harry, you have to wake up now."
"Go away."
"Harry, Lady Longbottom is expecting us in an hour and a half, so you need to get moving."
Harry pulled a pillow over his face and screamed into it. Then he pulled it off and said, "I'm up, ugh, my mouth tastes like dragon dung. How long was I asleep?" He felt an urgent need, but was trying to ignore it in favor of his assistant.
"Twenty hours, here's another pepper up. Zinna has a brunch going and she'll bring it to the breakfast room after you've showered. Show me your hand. Looks good, just a faint line left where you cut yourself. After the ball tonight put more salve on it, then no one will ever notice. Barchok told me to tell you good job. The warders examined the wards they are as good or better than the ones at Privet Drive. You'll need to key me in or I won't be able to come back."
"Fine," as Harry crawled from his bed and into the bathroom. As he came back into his room after cleaning up, he noticed the elves had set out his clothes for the ball and a light flooing cloak and smiled. He really liked having elves who took care of him. As usual the part of him that took the longest was his impossible hair, he combed through it and was only able to get it to a lightly tousled state instead of just got out of bed. Since that was as good as it ever got, he went tho the keystone chamber and the ward book. He had ribbon tokens that gave samples of the magic of each person to be keyed to the wards. Harry neatly wrote the names of Cassandra, Barchok, each of his trustees, and his family into the book Rubbing the ribbon for each person's magic on the ink as it dried. That task done, Harry went to the breakfast room for the brunch that would tide him over to the late night supper at the ball. Forty minutes later he was doing the pretty at the Longbottoms, and wishing the ball was already over so he could get some more sleep.
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Christmas morning Remus was surprised to see an owl awaiting him.
Corner, Davies, and Ogden
Solicitors
Dear Mr. Lupin,
Please contact our offices immediately. We have been trying to contact you for the last year regarding the will of James Potter in which you were listed as a beneficiary. We have attempted to send owls and contact you in person but you are very hard to track down. Our offices are in London, Suite 300 Farling Building two blocks from the Ministry of Magic. We apologize for interrupting your holiday but it was only after we heard from the Whispering Woods clinic that you had visited Mr. Black we realized you had returned. Someone will be in the offices the December 27th through the 30th noon to four and the office resumes normal hours of eight to six following the January 2nd. We look forward to seeing you.
Sincerely,
Steven Corner
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