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Chapter 10 – Same Old Same Old

For three wearing days, the group waited for "DumbleHorc" to reveal what the other two Horcruxes were and where to find them, but after refusing for those three days, he finally stated his terms.

"I demand to be resurrected" he stated as calmly as if he was asking for a cup of tea. Then everybody began shouting threats, insults, how-dare-you-ask and several emphatic NO WAYS.

When things calmed down a bit, Viggo asked "Why should we even consider such a thing? You have lived a long life, received many awards, held great power but did much damnable meddling which destroyed lives and entire families. Also, YOU COMMITTED MURDER THREE TIMES TO MAKE YOUR THREE HORCRUXES!"

"Unfortunately it was a … necessary evil" stated Dumbledore with not even a hint of regret. "The Magical World needs me, needs my guidance, my wisdom and my talents to survive" he smugly stated.

All heads turned to hear Hermione Granger, of all people, give Dumbledore a rather loud, wet raspberry before she spitted out "All your guidance, etc. did exactly what Viggo said. You nearly destroyed Magical Britain!"

"And if you somehow resurrected, you would only finish the job" Harry added. "And most importantly, it ain't never, ever gonna happen!"

"But Harry, my boy, you have to be able to understand the necessity for my resurrection…."

"No he doesn't" Hermione spat out "You WOULD destroy us and you DON'T deserve a second chance at life. Besides, who would follow you if you looked like old Snake Face."

"Ah, now that is where you are wrong" replied DumbleHorc "My body was repaired before burial as per my directions and was preserved in stasis so that I won't decompose and I have a much better spell to use to resurrect me to my old, grandfatherly self."

"But you need someone to do the spell, no doubt brew a few potions, retrieve your body, cast some runes, etc., etc., because you can't do it yourself" Harry pointed out.

"True" said DumbleHorc "but just so you know, I had taken steps and left instructions to some very reliable persons to accomplish it"

"Who'd you have to Imperious or spell the hell out of to do the deed?" Hermione asked.

"Ah that is my little secret" said a smug DumbleHorc. "For all you know, I could already be resurrected by my faithful."

"If they are still alive" Neville added. "Many people were lost before, during and even after your death and the Battle of Hogwarts."

"I had planned for that and there are many who could and would follow my directions without a second thought and as soon as possible."

"If that is true," Viggo asked, "How would you explain your comeback, your return to life?"

"I have a plan for that as well" DumbleHorc stated.

"So you really don't need us, do you now" Harry said. But before DumbleHorc could reply, Harry turned to Ivar and asked "Do you have at least some of the information you need regarding Horcruxes?"

"Yes."

"Then destroy this one. We will find some way of destroying his body. I suggest using fiendfyre on the mausoleum."

"Harry, my boy, surely you can't…."

"I AM NOT YOUR BOY – the one whose life you nearly destroyed due to the Dursleys, hiding my true heritage, position in the world, the vaults besides my trust fund, saw to it that those who would have helped me died or were imprisoned. All I want now is for at least 1/3 of your dark, worthless soul to join those of Voldie's already in hell!

Naturally, DumbleHorc continued to point out all of the good things that he would be doing after resurrection, while Ivar entered the sealed off cell where he was, added a few previously prepared runes, activated them with his own blood and carefully backed out of the cell while chanting in an archaic language. He then slammed the door shut and then all those who didn't have to be told to get as far away as they could in the living room as well as casting the best shields they knew, watched and waited for the end to happen.

It came with a horrific scream, a black smoke that filled the entire cell, and the shaking of the entire house. When he thought it was safe, Ivar told Viggo to open the door as Ivar shrunk the containment cell and levitated it out and walked to a rather barren field on Axel's property and then used fiendfyre to completely destroy the item, although Viggo had to cast the spell because Ivar was nearly magically exhausted doing all that had to be done.

But at least it was over, and all involved could rest a bit before deciding what to do next. The elves brought refreshments and then Ivar and Viggo took a nap. Eventually the others followed their example. Magic, which had not been seen by Magicals for centuries or probably ever, while illuminating to some (Hermione, Luna and even Harry) was tiring and though there was much to be done, tomorrow was another day.

Back in Britain, the Goblins were living on vegetables and roots. The hearty ale they brewed was about to run out as they lacked the things needed to brew more. A few Goblin warriors were sent out to fetch necessities but it seemed that at every "secret" entrance was manned by Dwarfs and Aurors and other armed humans. Since things were getting desperate, twenty of the fiercest Goblin warriors were ordered to break out of the weakest entrance, quickly kill all of those blocking the door, set up some lethal traps known only by the Goblins, and get some much needed supplies.

Using the element of surprise, the Goblins quietly snuck up to the door and quickly opened it and were about to charge out to slay the filth imprisoning them, but were stopped by a strong shield. Then some of those humans threw in several strange canisters through the shield (which was apparently a one-way shield) while the door was still open but the Goblins didn't notice them until after the door was secured. The unusual objects were filled with probably something Muggle as wizards certainly didn't have such things. The canisters were filled with a peculiar, gaseous substance that quickly penetrated the tunnels causing the Goblins to collapse where they stood. They would not be getting up ever again.

Fortunately, the gas didn't leave the tunnels and enter the Goblins' living space, but those who went in search of the others also didn't return. It took the Goblins two days to figure out what had happened, and the word got out and panic started to spread.

The British Goblins were trapped and it was calculated that there was only enough beer left for two days and the food for two weeks - if it was very carefully rationed. Since there was no way to communicate with Rooknook or Ragnuk, Ruffmak, who was Ragnuk's second in command, called a meeting of the heads of all clans and other Goblins of importance to figure out what to do.

Finally, it was reluctantly decided that they would wait until the food was gone and hope that Rooknook had negotiated with the humans and would save them at the last moment. Since GOBLINS DID NOT SURRENDER, they would wait to the end to either starve or kill the women and children, burn their bodies and then rush out of the bank for one last glorious battle. It was all they could do until they were rescued.

There was something bothering Axel – besides Horcruxes, Goblin rebellions, the potential crash of the Magical financial market, giving shelter to four of the most wanted individuals, which he did not mind in the least but still wouldn't want anybody to find out about his guests – and although it was very important, he just couldn't remember what it was.

Then two days after ridding the world of the DumbleHorc first Horcrux, he overheard Luna explaining to Hermione about Beedle the Bard's stories. Then it hit him. "Harry did you say that the cloak belonged to your father?"

"Well yes. According to Sirius – my godfather and dad's partner in pranks - James got it from his father."

"This was the same cloak?"

"Well yes but what has that got to…."

"The Three Brothers" Neville quickly added.

"Who?" Harry asked. Neville realized that Harry probably didn't have any idea about magical fairy tales and Hermione mentioned that Dumbledore had left her a copy and she never heard about it.

A quick explanation was given by Axel who mentioned that a normal invisibility cloak only last about ten years or 12 at the most.

"May I see your cloak as I want to run a test on it?"

"You won't damage it will you?" Harry asked.

"No, I just want to run a time test on it. Axel had checked it for damage and found none. In fact the whole made in the cloak seemed to be repairing itself."

The cloak was produced, checked with a time spell and pronounced by Axel that "There is a very, very good possibility that this cloak, which is centuries old, is the real thing. Are you any relation to the Peverells?"

"I…I…I really don't know much about my heritage" Harry replied. "Dumbledamnit saw to it that I knew as little as possible. All I really know was that I am the last of the Potters and the heir to the Black title due to Sirius having blood adopted me when he became my godfather."

"Then I must get in touch with Ivar as he could arrange for a heritage test. Who knows what other heritages you might have?"

"Would I be able to have one too?" Hermione asked rather meekly. "I heard that there is a theory that Muggleborns are descendant from Squibs and there was a noted Potioneer by the name of Dagworth-Granger, so perhaps…."

"Of course my dear" Axel replied. Let's start the process as soon as possible. I'll send an owl to Ivar."

Thus began another waiting game, which they had in common with Goblins, the Magical World, financiers and just about everybody else.