It's All Just Temporary with a Bit of Necromancy

Chapter 12: Continue, Lord Potter

Harry shifted, trying to appear hesitant. "I can try. There isn't much I can tell as of yet. I've only had a week."

"Of course, of course. Anything will be better than nothing," Rita assured him, quill ready once again.

"Well, I've learned that my line, the Peverell line specifically, was Chosen and Blessed by Death, marking us as his Children," Harry began speaking slowly as though trying to recite from memory. "But only those who fulfilled certain criteria that I'm not comfortable divulging just yet. And well, we act as a liaison from my understanding between Life and Death, while also fulfilling our Masters', Death, wishes. It is true that we can take Life but we can also grant and prolong it. Necromancers provide a balance, I suppose."

"Fascinating," Rita breathed.

"And we can commune with those passed on. I look forward to speaking with my parents when I master that."

"You can speak to the Dead?" Madame Bones interjected.

"Yes, well at least my predecessors were capable and I hope to achieve the same."

"Is it possible for others to talk to the dead through you?" the stern woman pressed.

Harry tilted his head, recalling brief mentions of it in the journals. "I believe so, yes," Harry glanced at the stiff woman and remembered how she had lost all of her family outside of her niece, Susan. "When I master that skill I can assist you in speaking with your family if you wish."

A jerky nod and rapid blinks followed that offer. "Yes, Lord Potter, that would be appreciated."

"Would you be willing to extend that service to others?" Rita cut in.

"Sure," Harry shrugged. "I see no reason to not provide others with closure. I see it as being a Child of Death, part of the liaison job description," he joked with a boyish grin.

"Splendid. There will be countless people who will seek you out," Rita raved, focusing on her parchment as she wrote.

"I only wish to use my inheritance to the best of my ability and make the wizarding world better and help those in it," Harry replied innocently, this meeting was going far better than he could have hoped. He was curious to see how Dumbledore would try to twist his noble and kindhearted offer.

"Ever the Golden Boy, aren't you? I can obviously see those claims of you being Dark are absurd," Rita chuckled.

Harry played the part in ducking his head sheepishly with a blush. "Necromancers are just horribly misunderstood. I'm hoping to change those perceptions."

"And I'm sure you will," Madame Bones commented kindly. "I know Susan has always spoken favorably of you and she credits her high Defense O.W.L score to your teaching."

"I'm glad she did well. She is a dedicated, hard worker. But what do you mean her O.W.L score?"

The monocled woman frowned. "They were mailed out at the beginning of the week. Susan and her friends already have their Hogwarts letters. You haven't received your results?"

"No," Harry replied bitterly not needing to act disturbed by this news. The itching flared and he had to use all his willpower not to whimper as it did. He imagined it would be so easy to let loose and enjoy that icy fire. He shook himself of those thoughts. He had to focus, these women were not who he was angry with. "Who would I contact for that?"

"I will look into that personally, Lord Potter."

"Thank you, Madam Bones."

"It is the least I can do."

Harry gave a smile. "Would you also be able to track down my Hogwarts letter too?"

Madam Bones looked down sadly and looked uncomfortable at that request. Rita's quill was documenting the entire exchange. "I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, Lord Potter. But you won't be able to return to Hogwarts this year."

"Why not?" Harry asked frowning. He had suspected that he might not be able to upon the insistence of Dumbledore. But now Madame Bones was saying it.

"For a few reasons. Your Lordship claims make you ineligible since the Wizengamot meets at any time it would be a distraction from your studies. It is why most don't claim their title until after graduation." Harry frowned sadly, looking at the rings on his fingers. "It's not a very known rule since the circumstances for an underaged wizard to be emancipated magically to even have the choice to claim the titles are incredibly rare. I believe it's only happened two or three times." Harry sighed but nodded. "Your inheritance would also be a factor. I know you have no malicious intentions but we wouldn't be able to take the risk of any accidents occurring. Luckily with your O.W.L results, you technically don't need to continue your education, and you can take your N.E.W.T.s privately."

This piqued his interest. He could study at his own pace. That would be fantastic. "I understand and studying at my own pace will probably be best. I...I was just hoping to be Quidditch Captain this year..." he sighed mournfully, fully embracing the troubles of a typical sixteen-year-old boy.

The stern woman gave him a fond look and gave a soft smile that took many years off her face. Harry was certain he had both women on his side now. He gave another sigh. "Were there any other questions you wish to ask?"

"No, I believe I am satisfied. I look forward to continued correspondence between us and I will see you at the next Wizengamot session," the Head of the DMLE said standing. Harry quickly stood out of respect.

Rita also stood, but Harry doubted it was out of respect for the other woman, and began packing her quill and notepad. "Yes, for the moment, this will do nicely. I hope we can have a future interview when you have progressed in your training. It's always best to keep the public informed. Now, I'm off to get this off to print in time for tomorrow's paper."

Harry waved them both off before letting out a relieved breath after the door shut. "That went pretty well," he said to the empty room. Gripping his arms Harry rubbed furiously at them, digging his fingers into his skin, trying to take away the itch and burn. He really needed to master his control soon or he wouldn't be able to have control for much longer. He hoped that Tobi would be able to get him some kind of potion to relieve this feeling or he would go mad. Taking another breath for composure, he had other business at the bank after all, Harry went to see Griphook. It was time to visit his family vaults.