34A/N most of this chapter was taken from Rochester blot fanfic odd ideas I did change a few things to better set up the story I plan on writing I hope nobody takes any offence to this. This story will be mostly written when I get stuck on whiskey contract until that is finished or when I'm dying to see how this one goes for a bit. This is a Harry x ofc Harry x fleur Harry x Gabrielle and possibly Harry x tonks not sure on the last one yet. The ofc will be a merrow. I do not own Harry potter.
Shamrock
"What is it?" Petunia demanded. She didn't' like the looks of the woman on her doorstep. It wasn't anything she could put her finger on, but there was something . . . freakish about the woman.
"Does a young boy named Harry Potter live here?" The woman demanded.
"I don't see how that's any of your . . ."
"Yes or no?" The woman snapped.
"Yes."
"Is he turning nine tomorrow?"
"Yes."
"What is he doing here?" The woman asked. "Our records show that he should have been placed with his godfather Sirius Black?"
"What records?" Petunia asked hesitantly.
"You are aware that his mother registered his birth at the consulate are you not?"
"The consulate . . . . I'll have none of that," Petunia said harshly. "We're loyal subjects of the queen in this house. I've renounced my citizenship, now be off."
"You may have given up yours," the woman said. "But Harry is still an Irish national and as such . . ."
"I renounce it," Petunia said harshly. "Now get out."
"You can't," the woman countered. "Now as I was saying. As an Irish national, Harry is eligible for admission to the Scoil ar Draíocht."
"Draíocht?" Petunia said slowly, the half forgotten lessons her mother had given on the mother tongue provided the answer. "You're one of them," she accused. "How dare you come into my house you freak."
"Take me to Harry Potter now." The woman's wand appeared in her hand.
"You . . . you can't," Petunia stammered as she fell back.
"Try me."
"In the cupboard under the stairs," Petunia broke. Her eyes remained fixed on the tip of the woman's wand."
"Dul a chodlah," the woman incanted. She watched with a satisfied smile as Petunia slumped to the ground. With a sigh, she approached the cupboard and opened the door. "Harry . . . are you there?"
"Who are you?" The dirty young boy in much to large for him clothes asked with a shiver.
"My name is Aingeal Murchadha," the woman said gently. "Would you like me to take you away from here?"
"Yes," Harry said hopefully. "I would like that very much."
"Then take my hand." Harry reached up and grabbed the woman's hand as tightly as his little hands would allow and they disappeared with a pop, hopefully never to return.
Back in Albus Dumbledore's office, a small instrument began spinning wildly. It is quite unfortunate that the Headmaster was not around to see it.
"Where are we?" Harry asked. They had arrived in a large clover field. "How'd we get here?"
"Back in your native land," the woman replied with a smile. She bent down and picked one of the clovers. "And look what I've got for 'ye, a four leaf clover. Make your own luck and you won't need it. But it's also better to have something and not need it, then to need something and not have it." She threaded it through one of his button holes. "Now come with me Harry, we have things to do and not much time to do it in."
"How'd we get here?" Harry repeated.
"Magic," the woman said with a smile. "Your father was a wizard and your mother a witch like I am."
"Can I learn?" Harry asked eagerly.
"Indeed you can," she replied. "If you like."
"I do."
"Then we shall enroll you in the Scoil ar Draíocht right away, or you can wait another two years and go to Hogwarts if you like."
"I don't want to wait," Harry said firmly.
"Not many do," the woman laughed. "One of the reasons that our school starts two years early."
"What's the other?"
"Other what?"
"Reason."
"Ah, it gives our students two years on their rivals to the north. Take any advantage you can if the stakes are high enough. Take any moral advantage if they are not, two more years of study is a very moral choice don't you think."
"Yeah," Harry agreed.
"As you have no parents and we can not find your godfather, you have been declared a ward of the state. Is there anyone you'd like us to contact for you?"
"No . . . no one cares about me," Harry said sadly.
"That's not true Harry," Aingeal said softly. "Your country cares, it cared enough to send me to get you. You're Irish Harry, we always look after our own. It took us seven and a half years to learn that you were in trouble and I am deeply sorry for the delay."
"That's ok," Harry said softly.
"It is not ok," the woman disagreed. "It is inexcusable that we did not know to check on you before now, but we know now and we shall never make that mistake again."
"Thank you," Harry said softly.
"Come with me," the woman said to break the uncomfortable silence. "We still have to get your school supplies."
"I don't . . . I don't have any money."
"We'll have to check Gringotts to see if you have an account, but if you don't the government will take care of you." She replied
"Do they….. Do they give me parents who love me to?" he asked part hopefully part fearfully.
"I'm not sure what they plan to do about that to be honest Harry."
"Um, can you be my mom?" Harry asked hopefully. He truly hoped so. She was nice, she didn't beat him for asking questions, and well he wasn't sure yet but he thought she would love him.
"Harry, I'm still very young, only 23 to be honest. I don't think they would let me." At this point she was very confused, why would he wasn't someone he'd just meet to be his mom? Granted she did want kids some day she didn't even currently have a significant other. She was a secretary for the school…. He was a cute young boy though and had good manners. Would it be a bad thing to become his mom?
"But you'll try?" Harry pleaded. He looked up at her truly hopeful.
"We'll discuss it at the end of the day Harry after we know each other better. To do that we have to promise to be honest to each other, understand?" She was going to find out why he'd want her to after only minutes with her. She was almost convinced to apply for guardianship though.
"Ok I promise" Harry said quickly. He would do his best to convince her so he never had to go back to the Dursley house ever again.
"Let's go." The woman took Harry by the hand and led him across the field and onto a country road.
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A quick trip to Gringotts confirmed that he did in fact have a trust account available to him.
"What do you want?" the teller they approached snarled.
For reasons she didn't understand his attitude upset Harry immensely. He jumped up grabbed the goblin and began hitting him as hard as his nearly nine year old body could. Completely catching the goblin teller off guard and appraising him enough that he could only state in shock as he was hit.
"You will never talk to her that way again, do you understand?" Harry yelled at him and punctuated each word with another punch to the goblin's nose.
Another goblin seeing this happen smiled and said that is enough Mr. Potter. I think he learned his lesson." The new goblin said gently and surprisingly to Aingeal affectionately. "Come with me Mr Potter."
With that Harry and Aingeal were led to a small office that looked to be a county office to be used by any teller that needed it.
Once inside the goblin motioned for them to both sit in chairs he created with a wave of his hand. "Note what can Gringotts do for you today?"
"We want to find out if Harry has an account to pay for his school things." Aingeal responded still a little shocked at both Harry's outburst and the goblins response to it.
Seeing her state the goblin choose to answer the question she hasn't asked first "goblins respect warriors by Mr Potter attacking your previous teller for his disrespect he earned some respect from us, it's as simple as that. Now on to your question yes Mr Potter has a trust account to pay for school and anything he might need until his 18th birthday. Do you need access to it Mr Potter?"
Very relieved that he wasn't in trouble with the goblins for his laps in judgement Harry replied "yes please. Sir, would it be possible to get enough for new clothes too?"
A quick withdrawal later and Harry and Aingeal were on there way.
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Dumbledore returned to his office and paused for a second, something seemed . . . off about the office. He looked around and his first sweep did not turn up anything amiss or signs that someone had entered without his permission. Shrugging the matter off, he turned to his long overlooked paperwork. After all it wasn't like there was anything important he needed to do.
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"Where are we now?" Harry asked. They were in front of a small stone cottage surrounded by a stone wall.
"We're at a wand carver's house," Aingeal replied. "Everything else you need can be purchased at the school."
"I get my own wand?"
"Your very own." She raised her hand and gave a sharp rap on the door.
"What're ya needing?" A young woman asked as she opened the door.
"This is Harry, the young boy I told you about."
"So you'll be needing a wand then?" The strange woman asked. "Try this one. Yew with a unicorn hair." Harry took the wand and shot his savior a confused look.
"Wave it," Aingeal advised. Harry shrugged and complied with the woman's instructions.
"Nothing," the wand maker said to herself as she took another wand. "How about this one, oak with a hair of a pooka. . . no huh. How about this, blackthorn with the thread of a banshee's robe." Harry gave the wand another wave and was shocked to see red sparks come out of the end. "Close, very close." The wand maker said with a satisfied smile. "Try this one, yew with a thread from a banshee's robe." Harry gave the wand a wave.
"Nothing happened," He said with a frown.
"Yes. . . not the core then. Blackthorn with a Merrow hair maybe?" Harry gave the wand an experimental wave and nearly dropped it when it left a visible and lasting gash in the air. "That's the stuff, still one thing missing though." The woman's eyes darted around the room until they fixed on the shamrock still looped through Harry's button hole. "Mind if I take this?"
"Sure," Harry stammered. He watched in fascination as the woman took the shamrock and laid it gently on the handle of his new wand. "What are you doing?"
"Inlaying it into the handle," the woman replied absently. "It'll add a bit of focus and give you a bit of luck. "With a burst of Magic the shamrock seemed to fuse into the wood of the handle. "Done, take your wand young wizard."
Harry took the wand and gave it a wave. "Nothing happened?"
"Your lucky shamrock is adding enough control to prevent your magic from leaking out of the tip," the wand maker explained. "Try it again but this time, want it to show you something." Harry waved his wand again and this time he produced a faint flower that faded out of existence after a few seconds. "Very nice and welcome home lad."
"Home?"
"Eire is your home now Harry," Aingeal said gently. "And your wand proves it. Only a native son would have that combination."
"Home," Harry said again. This time as a statement.
"That's right, home. How much for the wand?"
"Fourteen galleons and two sickles," the wand maker replied.
Aingeal dug around in her purse for a few seconds and handed over the coins. "I'll also be needing a end polishing kit, a case, and a holster."
"They come with the wand, would you like me to wrap everything up?"
"Please."
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dul a chodlah – go to sleep
Scoil ar Draíocht – school of magic