Harry Potter : A family??

While Harry was shopping with Hagrid .....

In the heart of the British Ministry of Magic, deep within its bureaucratic underbelly, a man screamed.

Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, wasn't known for his courage. Today, he was known for his shrill voice echoing off stone walls as he hung upside down, suspended in midair by magic he couldn't even begin to understand. His bowler hat had long since fallen, and his round face was beet red with panic.

Maximus Moriarty sat in the Minister's leather chair as if born for it, one leg crossed over the other, and Evelyn perched on his lap like a queen of both war and civility. Her smile was calm. Her wand rested lazily in her fingers. A smile that could break men or kingdoms.

"That was the wrong answer, Fudgey. The wrong answer," Maximus said, his voice like silk pulled over a blade. "When I tell you to do something, your reply should be yes, sir. If I told you to jump, you should reply 'how high?' If I told you to go right, you should forget what left is. Am I right?"

"Please, I—"

He didn't get far. With a flick of Maximus's fingers, the man flung into the stone wall behind him like a rag doll.

Evelyn sighed, brushing imaginary dust from her sleeve. "You seem unusually slow today, Fudge. Didn't you just hear my husband tell you how you should answer him?"

"Y-Yes, Madam."

"Good boy," Maximus said with a grin, twirling Fudge's wand between his fingers like it was a toy. "So what will you do about what I asked you? Or do I have to drill it in your head for you to understand the stakes?"

Fudge whimpered. "Sir, please spare me. It's not me—I can't just order the board, please I ha—AGH!"

Another wall. A louder crack.

"I understand, Fudgey, I truly do. I'm not an unreasonable person. So here's what you can do: use my name. Tell those so - called al l- great pure - blood inbreds who oppose the matter that I will pay them a visit and ... end their line. Completely. Okay, Fudgey?"

"Y-Y-YES, Sir!"

Maximus stood now, slowly, letting the weight of his presence loom. He brushed past Fudge, his boots echoing with each step. "Good boy, Fudgey. And next time, don't you ever stay seated while in the Moriarty presence. I don't care if you're the Minister of Magic or Merlin himself, no one disrespects my family like that. Got it? Just because we didn't stir things up for some time doesn't mean someone like you can talk to us on equal footing. Especially someone like you."

Fudge nodded, trembling, one eye swelling with a bruise.

"Sir... what about Albus Dumbledore? He w —"

Evelyn cut in, her tone soft but firm. "You do not need to worry about Albus. He wouldn't mind."

Maximus dusted his coat and straightened the collar. "Alright now, Fudgey, we would love to stay and chat, but our child will return soon. You know how kids are, right? You have a son and daughter in the end."

A flash of lightning, and they were gone.

The scent of garlic and thyme filled the Moriarty Castle kitchen later that evening. Maximus stirred the sauce, humming along to the tune playing softly in the background. Evelyn, barefoot and radiant, twirled to the rhythm of "Sway," and he caught her in his arms without missing a beat.

They danced as if nothing in the world could ever reach them.

When Harry returned, they embraced him like they hadn't seen him in years.

The next morning was September 1st. It was 10:49 AM.

Evelyn cracked one eye open, saw the time, smiled... and promptly returned to sleep.

Three seconds later, she sprang out of bed like a banshee whose morning coffee had been stolen.

"Max, MAX, MAX, wake up! It's late!"

Maximus sat bolt upright. Before he could utter a word, Evelyn had already bolted out of the bedroom, sprinting toward Harry's room with wand in hand and hair still in glorious morning disarray.

She opened the door to find Harry curled up peacefully, a small smile on his lips.

She paused, her worry forgotten, and just stared. A moment of love.

Maximus caught up, rubbing his temple.

"Harry, HARRY, champ, get up, we are late co — OUCH!"

Evelyn smacked the back of his head.

"Lower your voice, you idiot. You're going to wake the kid up. Wait, right—Harry! Harry, wake up, dear."

Within minutes, they were all dressed, groomed, and glowing thanks to a rapid-fire volley of magical charms.

10:55 AM.

"There's no time for the Floo, kid. Give me your hand," Maximus said.

As soon as Harry touched his hand, Maximus scooped him into a bear hug. Evelyn wrapped around them both. The warmth was real.

And then, with a thunderclap that rattled the heavens, they vanished.

Platform Nine and Three-Quarters at King's Cross Station was a place of controlled chaos. Children laughed, cried, and hugged. Parents fussed. Owls hooted. Luggage trolleys zoomed past.

Until the thunder came.

The air split with a deafening boom. A bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, exploding into a flash of white and gold. Destroying the roof in the process.

When it cleared, three figures stood.

A strikingly beautiful woman in a flowing cream dress, motherly and mysterious. A colossal man, wickedly handsome, hair like midnight, and beard regal and with an elegant yet terrifying presence. And the boy. Handsome, dressed sharply, and cute, Harry Potter.

Gasps rippled.

"That was wicked," a red-haired boy shouted.

The Weasleys stared. The Grangers blinked. And Malfoy shivered.

But there was no time for questions. The train was about to depart.

"Don't forget to rest and eat, honey!" Evelyn called, hugging Harry tightly through the window of his compartment.

"Hey, champ," Maximus added, straightening Harry's collar, "stay classy like I taught you."

"Sure! I love you guys!"

"We love you too, dear," they smiled and replied.

The whistle blew.

The Hogwarts Express pulled out of the station with steam and steel.

Harry leaned on the window, watching their forms grow distant. He smiled.

He was already missing them,

But their love would carry him the rest of the way.

End of Chapter 11.

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