Harry Potter and the Gemini Curse @ghostandmiracle42
Act II, Chapter 1

Harry Potter and the Gemini Curse

Act II: The Goblet of Fire

Hogwarts is participating in The Triwizard Tournament, a competition between three of the eleven magical schools of the world held every five years. Harry Potter, finally pleased that he won't be at the centre of some grand mystery, decides to sit back and relax. Let somebody else have the fame and glory. But Harry's plans for a peaceful year get destroyed when, the magical Goblet of Fire chooses him as the Hogwarts Champion. Now, Harry must participate in three deadly challenges against the champions of the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the Alcheringa Academy of the Magical Arts, all the while learning more about the Gemini Curse placed upon him in the Chamber of Secrets. Harry and his friends will need all their unique skills to navigate Harry's Fourth Year at Hogwarts School, but danger lurks around every corner, and the newly christened Defenders will lose one of their own forever!

Act II, Chapter 1: The Fabric of Reality

"This is bad. This is very bad," Anneliese said as she paced back and forth in front of a large transparent window with several holographic screens floating across it. One showed a man in rags walking down a street in Paris carrying an unconscious man slumped over his shoulder. Another showed two teenagers walking through a darkened pub. But the one that she kept glancing to depicted a black-haired man with round glasses, falling to the ground, dead.

"The story changed," Riker said simply from his seat behind her, watching with a touch of amusement in his eyes.

"No shit the story changed! We interfered! This! This is why the Multiversity Accords exist! Article 1, Section 1: Ascended beings must not use abilities gained through Ascension to interfere with the Lower Plains. We broke that law!"

"You're conveniently forgetting Article 1, Section 1, Sub-Section A which states, "Unless the very fabric of reality is at stake." It was, so we fixed it."

"Yes. We fixed it. But now you've gone and stopped Potter from trusting Dumbledore. Now he won't get the Elder Wand, won't know about the Horcruxes, and Voldemort will kill him! How's that keeping the timeline intact?"

Riker frowned. "Good point."

"You know damn well it is! The Multiversity is pissed! They know we broke the rules big time! And now there's a shard of Dragon Force in play!" She fumed, smacking the taller man across the head.

"Anneliese, don't you think you're blowing this a bit out of proportion?" Jason's voice said from behind her. Anneliese snapped around to see Jason Celestial, Riker's best friend, lounging on a couch in the corner of the room. In his hand was a tankard of Nidavellirian Ale.

"Ooo, I have a Phoenix in this one!" Riker exclaimed, and Anneliese rolled her eyes, turning back to Riker and his screens. One of them now had two people standing on a sandy beach, one of which had a majestic white and gold feathered Phoenix perched on his shoulder. "Oh. And it looks like you're a fish sis." Anneliese raised her hand and blasted her brother with a bolt of white energy, which sent him hurtling into the wall.

"I hate you."

"I have an idea if any of you want to hear it?" Clara said, revealing her presence sitting in a corner on the floor, a bottle of whiskey beside her and a notebook on her lap.


"We're bound by the Multiversity Accords. But the Travellers aren't. This is my mess, and I'm going to fix it." Suddenly, Clara stood up, grabbed her whiskey, and vanished.

"Why do I get the feeling I'm going to like this solution even worse than the last one?" Anneliese asked no one in particular.

Marline Alarie, the assistant to the French Minister of Magic, Jean-Pierre Vasseur, was about to leave the Ministry for the afternoon when the most shocking thing she had seen in her entire career walked into the large open plan glass dome that was the atrium of the Ministère des Affaires Magiques de la France. He was tall, with long black hair that was matted in several places. His beard was patchy and had clearly not been shaved in several weeks. His clothes also screamed either homelessness or a very recent battle, as they were ripped to shreds and covered in mud and grime. But the most spectacular thing was, he had another equally filthy man slung over his shoulder.

"Pardon mon français, mais je n'avais nulle part où aller," he said in a thick British accent. His voice was hoarse, as if he wasn't used to using it, and his eyes carried a look of gaunt hopelessness.

"Je m'appelle Sirius Black et voici l'homme que j'ai été accusé d'avoir assassiné."

The man, who Marline had just realised was the spitting image of his wanted posters, dropped the body on the ground.

"Do you speak English? Please tell me you speak English, because, after twelve years in prison, my French is really rusty." He asked. Marline nodded slightly, desperately wondering how she was going to get help without the mass-murderer noticing.

"I wish to submit myself and my very much alive supposed victim over to Auror custody, on the condition I get a fair trial, something I can't get from the British."

Marline, her mind threatening to completely shut down, slowly pulled her wand and raised it high in the air.

"Pericculum." Red sparks shot forth from her wand, bursting like fireworks in the air.

"Merci," Black said, giving her a tired smile. He pulled a wand from his robes, and she had to resist the urge to squeal in fright. He reversed his grip and handed her the shaft of black wood, point facing him. She took it with a shaking hand, and Black raised his arms over his head as a group of five Aurors raced over, all pointing their wands at the two men.

"Sirius Black!" One of the Aurors exclaimed. Another Auror bent down and rolled the body on the floor over so his face was turned up and gasped.

"Impossible! C'est Peter Pettigrew! Regardez! Il lui manque même un doigt!"

"Attention, il est illégal… um… Animagus… I don't know the French word…" Black stuttered.

Marline couldn't believe what she was hearing. She didn't know what Pettigrew supposedly looked like, but the Auror said it was him, and he was clearly missing a finger. And he was an Animagus… Marline's eyes widened as she stared at Black. Was he innocent?

The senior Auror seemed to come to the same conclusion she did, as he lowered his wand, though he didn't put it away, and stepped in front of Black.

"Your first language is English is it not?" the Auror asked Black in heavily accented English.

Black breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes, it is. Does this mean I get a trial?" He asked hopefully, a pleading look crossing his face.

"You better believe it."

The Auror turned to Marline and spoke in French.

"Miss Alarie, could you please inform the Minister that we may have an international incident on our hands while I take these two men into custody?"

Marline nodded her head enthusiastically, "Right away, sir." She turned on her heel and raced towards the Minister's office. She wasn't going to get home any time soon.

Meanwhile, as Sirius Black, infamous mass murderer, was turning himself into the French Ministry of Magic, two figures in deep red cloaks made their way down the magical street of Diagon Alley. The duo, who seemed to be slightly shorter than most, strolled up to the white marble building that was Gringotts, The Wizarding Bank.

The few wizards inside the building turned to look at the mysterious newcomers but frowned when they realised their cloaks completely obscured their faces from view. It was almost as if their eyes kept sliding past their faces, unable to focus on them. The Goblins, however, acted indifferently to the pair's arrival. In fact, they barely registered them at all. Except one. As soon as they walked in, one Goblin stood back from his teller and strode over to a wall on the far side of the room, which immediately morphed into a large wrought iron door. The two figures walked straight through the bank, ignoring the odd looks they received from the wizards, and pushed open the door, vanishing into the corridor beyond. The Goblin snapped his bony fingers, the door disappeared, and he returned to his teller.

"Excellent perception filter Mr Potter. Might I assume it is Miss Weasley standing beside you?" Griphook asked as the two red cloaked figures stepped through the door and into the hallway, dropping their hoods in the process.

"My Mum created them. Apparently, she got the idea from a muggle television show." Harry explained. With Sirius and Remus's help, he had finally gathered the courage to enter his parent's room in the Home. The robes were some of the only clothes left in the wardrobe and resized to fit the wearer. Ginny suggested they try and patent the design, and Lupin had agreed, doing so with the Goblins immediately. Dobby the house elf had been ecstatic when Harry had asked him to make eleven copies of the cloaks. The charm work was highly complicated, but Dobby was slowly getting the job done. In a single week, he had managed to create three more cloaks.

Ginny thought she was doing very well so far, considering she had never actually spoken to a Goblin before… or been into Diagon Alley without her mother.

"It's an honour to finally meet you Mr Griphook. Harry's told me all about you."

"The honour is all mine, Miss Weasley. To meet not one but two marked by the Gemini Rune is a rare moment." Griphook flashed the two teens a toothy grin before beckoning them down the hallway to Ragnok's office.

"The Director was quite amused by your letter. I take it your planned misdirection succeeded?"

"Yep. Sirius is turning himself into the French as we speak. By tomorrow morning the story will be on every paper this side of the Atlantic," Harry said confidently. He, Sirius and Remus had planned this to the letter.

"Perfect, Director Ragnok will see you now." Griphook pushed the door at the end of the hall open, and Ginny and Harry stepped into Ragnok's rather spacious office. Ginny could quite comfortably say there was more value in Ragnok's chair than in the entirety of the Burrow. She had never seen so much gold in one place before! Harry, no doubt seeing the look of awe on her face, pulled her over to the Goblin's desk, and sat her down in one of the chairs opposite it.

"Mr Potter, Miss Weasley. So glad you could finally join us," Ragnok stated. Ginny thought he was the ugliest thing she had ever seen, but then again that was probably a perk for a Goblin.

"Thank you Director Ragnok. May you bask in the blood of your enemies and your vaults always overflow with gold." Harry said. Ragnok sat back in shock, his jaw dropping open slightly.

"Did I say it right? I wasn't sure. I couldn't find a lot of information about proper Goblin greetings, but that seemed to be the most common one." Harry said hesitantly, scratching the back of his head and looking at Ragnok's expression wearily.

"He's been practising that all week," Ginny told the Goblin, and Harry elbowed her in the ribs.

"Forgive my surprise, Mr Potter. I have not heard a wizard use a proper Goblin greeting in almost thirty years. I thank you for your effort. It is much appreciated."

Harry blushed slightly at the praise but said nothing.

"Now. Onto the business at hand. You will be happy to know that Gringotts has successfully routed the corruption within its walls. A grand total of fifty-two Goblins were beheaded for their betrayal, and all their possessions have been transmitted into vault number 1733, a new vault placed in yours and Miss Weasley's name. At current capacity, the Vault contains 16,142 Galleons, as well as a number of their heirlooms." Ginny had to try very hard not to let her jaw drop open at that.

"Um… did these Goblins have families or anything?" Harry asked, visibly shocked.

"A few yes. Why?"

"Can you have their family heirlooms returned to them? I won't blame an entire family for the crimes of one member. If that's acceptable in your culture of course," Harry quickly said, keeping his eyes locked on the Goblin.

"Miss Weasley?" Ragnok asked, turning to her, "What is your stance?"

"Oh… I'm… I agree with Harry. They belong to their families." She said, keeping her voice as steady as possible.

The Goblin smiled and nodded at her.

"Very well."

Then Ginny had an idea.

"Director Ragnok, there must be other goblin made relics and objects that were seized as well, right?"

Ragnok frowned. "That's correct."

"Well, you've been such a great help to us in figuring this whole thing out. It's only fair you get something out of it as well. The Goblin artefacts belong to the Goblins. Its only right they are distributed amongst the Goblins who uncovered and helped put a stop to the whole corruption business in the first place." She said. Ragnok's beady eyes went very wide indeed. He seemed at a complete loss for words. Harry, on the other hand, beamed at her, and it was all Ginny could do not to melt under the gaze of those bright green eyes.

"I think that's a brilliant idea." He said.

Ragnok grabbed a piece of parchment and rapidly scribbled down a lengthy paragraph, before sliding the paper into what looked like a mail slot in the side of his desk.

"I must say, you two make quite the pair. Your request will be processed immediately."

Ragnok grabbed a small golden orb from the corner of his desk and rubbed it three times. He then looked up and stared them in the eyes.

"As a token of thanks from the Goblin Nation and as an apology for our gross incompetence in handling your finances, I am removing all age restrictions from the Potter Family Vault. Mr Potter, you and your rune-mate may now enter the Vault whenever you please and remove or add anything you wish. I will also have your Trust and Reparations vault reabsorbed into the main vault."

Harry and Ginny sat gobsmacked. She didn't know merely suggesting the Goblins have what was rightfully theirs would lead to this!

"Thank you, Director," Harry managed to stutter out.

"There is no need to thank me. It is the least I can do. Now, onto the issue of the corruption itself. The conspiracy we uncovered was far deeper than I imagined. It would appear your guess was correct. It was Albus Dumbledore who was having your mail screened. However, it was not just Gringotts mail that was intercepted. Letters numbering in the tens of thousands from well-wishers in the aftermath of Voldemort's defeat were discovered in a previously thought abandoned vault. Various gifts and packages were enclosed, including some highly expensive items like a high-quality Pensieve. You also received 1152 guardianship requests from families ranging from close friends of your mother and father to known Death Eaters; close to one hundred betrothal requests; invitations from every Magical School in the world; and documents from around fifty people who, with their families wiped out during the war, named you as the beneficiaries of their Wills, including the highly wealthy McKinnon family, whose daughter was your mothers best friend."

"In the past two weeks alone, there were several messages from a number of Quidditch Scouts who were highly impressed by your flying abilities demonstrated at Hogwarts this year, as well as from renowned Defensive Magic Institutions who were impressed by your examination scores for Defence Against the Dark Arts, Ancient Runes, Charms and Potions."

Harry's jaw went slack, and his eyes clouded over. Ginny was seriously worried he would faint, as all the muscles in his body seemed to tense up simultaneously. Ginny realised that she needed to say something, less Harry go into a complete mental shut down.

"Did they reply to the mail?" She asked.

"They did not. All the mail, including the gifts, was catalogued and then stored in the vault." Ragnok stated.

Harry seemed to regain some of his mental cohesion… or at least enough to form speech.

"So all those people think I just ignored them?"

"Unfortunately, yes. While the messages received when you were a child may be understandable, the absence of replies to official documents, not to mention the guardianship requests is highly irregular. Also, all the Wills in which you are the beneficiary have remained outstanding. If you do not open them within fifteen years from the recipient's death, the Ministry of Magic will repossess any items or funds contained within."

That definitely got Harry's attention. He clenched his jaw, and his hands curled into fists.

"Ragnok. It seems I once again need to ask your assistance. Could I please get any official documents brought to me, so I can look them over? Particularly the Wills, the Quidditch Scouts and the Defence schools. The gifts you can move to the Potter Vault, and destroy the Betrothal requests." Harry sighed and looked at the goblin with tired eyes. "And I'd like to send letters to all the well-wishers who never received replies. I want to thank them for taking the time to mail and let them know that the only reason I haven't replied earlier is because of a problem with my mail."

"That is a lot of replies," Ragnok said. "I assume you wish for an automated reply to be sent?"

Harry nodded. "To anyone who just said a basic thank you an automated reply will do. But if there are any particularly interesting ones, I'd like to read them. I'll pay whatever you'd like for your services and discretion of course."

Ragnok grinned. "I don't think I've ever met a Wizard quite like you Mr Potter. Very well, I will see to the arrangements personally, and withdraw whatever fee is incurred from your vault."

"Before we go down to the vault, however, there is one more thing."

Harry groaned, "Please don't be worse."

"As I said. Every document you received was catalogued, and all the letters in the vault matched up to the log. All except two. The first was your parents Will. The document has quite literally vanished. There is no record of it at the Ministry or in Gringotts. I have my best agents sweeping for it as we speak, but the document is most likely in the one place my people cannot enter."

"The Headmasters Office in Hogwarts," Ginny said quietly.

"Correct Miss Weasley."

Harry sighed again. She couldn't blame him. This was so much worse than they had thought.

"And the second?"

"The second missing item was a portkey in the form of a letter addressed to yourself and Miss Weasley from an organisation calling itself the Council of Fire. I have never heard of this organisation before, but the fact that the Headmaster has most likely removed the message is proof of its authenticity. The letter was received the day of your marking with the Gemini Rune, so it most likely relates to that event, but how and why I do not know."

Harry ran a hand through his hair, "The Council of Fire?"

"Maybe they're the ones that marked us?" Ginny said, mulling it over in her mind.

"Maybe…" Harry muttered.

Harry and Ginny sat in silence for a long time, simply trying to process everything.

Eventually, Ragnok stood up and walked to the edge of the room, where another door appeared.

"Follow me."

The two teens stood up and followed Ragnok into another corridor, which brought them out next to a cart at the end of a spiralling track.

Ginny, who had never been down to the vaults before, found herself greatly enjoying the exhilarating cart ride down the vaults for two reasons. One, she was moving so fast her entire body was pushed into the back of the cart chair. The rail flipped them upside down, did loop the loops and sent them hurtling down drops so steep her stomach rose up into her throat. Two, she got to snuggle into Harry the entire ride, his arm around her shoulders to keep her steady. She didn't think there was possibly a better feeling, and the Gemini Rune agreed as it glowed with warmth on her neck.

The Potter Family Vault had mountains of gold taller than the Burrow and was probably larger than their entire block of land. It was quite the sight for little Ginny Weasley, who had grown up with second-hand clothes her whole life. But what awed her the most was when Harry grabbed a blue velvet money bag that was lying on the floor and began to shovel entire stacks of galleons inside it. After putting what Ginny estimated had to be almost a thousand galleons inside. He tied the bag off and shoved it into Ginny's hand.

"What! Harry no way! I can't take this! It's yours!"

"It's ours. You have every right to this stuff that I do Gin." Damn it. That was the second time he had called her Gin. He didn't seem to realise he was doing it, which was good because every time he did she had to fight the urge to jump him. Or maybe he did know because he had seemingly used her distraction to investigate the area behind one of the larger stacks of coins. She had just started walking over to find him when he emerged, a massive smile on his face and a green money bag in his hand.

"I think that's all we need. And now that we can come in here without repercussions, we can use the Home Anchor to access it at any time. The bookcase is just there." He said, pointing to the far wall, which was lined with dozens of bookshelves carrying old tomes.

Ignoring Ginny's continued attempts to say she didn't need the money, despite the fact she was actually deeply flattered he trusted her with it, Harry grabbed her hand and led them back to the carts.

When they exited Gringotts, still hand in hand, Harry grinned at her.

"I have to take you to a theme park." He said as they walked down Diagon Alley, which looked even more gorgeous in the light of the sunset.

"What's a theme park and why do you have to take me there?"

"Because looking at your face on the carts. You loved it. If you liked that I'm betting you'd love a roller-coaster." Ginny was now very confused.

"Harry. Nothing you're saying is making sense."

Harry frowned before a wave of recognition swept across his face.

"A theme park is a Muggle invention. It's a place where there are lots of different types of rides that you can go on and competitions you can enter. Rollercoasters are a type of ride where you get in a type of cart, which then shoots you around a track at incredibly high speeds while doing flips and turns and stuff. There are also haunted houses – where they stick all kinds of fake monsters in a creepy old house to try and scare you – waterslides where they pump water into a large pipe, they put you into an inflatable tube and then shoot you down the pipe at high speed – bumper cars – where you deliberately drive around in cars and smash into each other – and lots of others. I've never actually been to one because the one time the Dursley's went they locked me in the cupboard the entire day, but I've seen the advertisements, and they look really cool. Maybe one day we can go to Disneyland, that's the most famous theme park in the world. They say it's the happiest place on Earth." Harry continued to ramble on about theme parks as they walked back to Diagon Alley. Ginny honestly didn't mind. She loved seeing him so happy. And it did sound like these Theme Parks were a cool place to visit. Maybe she could convince her Dad to take them if she appealed to his Muggle sensibilities.

She stopped as they walked past Ollivanders.


"I just realised. With this money I can buy my own wand," she whispered.

"You don't have your own wand?" Harry asked, seemingly scandalised. She blushed and dropped her head.

"That won't do at all. Mr Ollivander says the wand chooses the wizard. You'll never get the best results if you're using someone else's wand. Come on." Harry pulled her into the shop, oblivious to the flash of bright light that shot out behind them for a split second. They had forgotten to raise their hoods when exiting the bank.

Mr Ollivander was standing at the front desk as they walked in.

"Mr Potter, a pleasure to see you again. 11 inches, Holy and Phoenix feather core. Still working well for you?"

"Very much so Mr Ollivander," Harry replied.

Ollivander looked thoughtfully at Ginny, "Who's your friend, I don't think I recognise her."

"My names Ginny Weasley. Nice to meet you, Mr Ollivander."

"Ah, Miss Weasley. I had thought to meet you three years ago."

Ginny looked at her shoes again.

"Ginny's here to get herself a wand, Mr Ollivander," Harry said, cutting off anymore embarrassment on Ginny's part.

Ollivander's face lit up as if someone flicked a switch.

"Right then. Let's have a look see." Ollivander scurried off into the back of his shop before returning with a short birch wand. Ginny gave it a wave, and the overhead light exploded.

Ollivander snatched the wand from her hand and rapidly ran away. He returned several minutes later with a long reed wand that actually had a hole in it that Harry thought couldn't be very safe. Apparently, Ginny agreed, as she set Ollivanders desk on fire with it.

They were in the shop for over half-an-hour according to Harry's watch, and Ginny was clearly getting very scared. Ollivander, on the other hand, seemed over the moon. He was crawling into every nook and cranny of the shop, each wand box getting dustier and dustier each time, until he disappeared for a good five minutes, returning with an old grey box that Harry though probably predated the first world war.

"Try this one Miss Weasley." He said a strange look on his face. Ginny picked up the wand, which was black and seemed to be very fragile, delicately in her hand and gave it a flick with her wrist. A bright golden light burst forth from the tip, before morphing into Ginny's horse Patronus and cantering around the room. The stallion stopped in front of Harry and nuzzled him before fading away.

"Fantastic," Ollivander exclaimed in awe, "I never thought I would see the day that wand would sell. Yew, 12 inches with a phoenix feather core. A powerful and strong-willed combination. That, Miss Weasley, is the first wand that I ever made. I was fifteen years old, and it took me almost the entire year to get it right. And its sat on that shelf all these years. Until you. Use it well." The old man actually bowed to Ginny as she placed the seven galleons on the bench. Together, the teens pulled up their hoods and walked out, Ginny still waving her brand-new wand in awe.

The duo slipped through the Leaky Cauldron and out into London, where Ginny was forced to put her wand in her pocket, much to her displeasure. They strolled through the city in companionable silence, just enjoying each other's company, eventually ending up at an old stone archway in Hyde Park as the sun dipped below the horizon.

Harry placed his hand over the hidden Home Rune and whispered the password, before stepping through the portal into the entrance hall of the Home and silently closing the door behind them.

Ginny shrugged off her cloak and handed it and her money bag over to Harry.

"I can't risk Mum finding them," she explained upon seeing his confused look.

"What are you going to tell your parents? They're bound to know you were missing."

Ginny shrugged. "I'll come up with something."

She pulled Harry's necklace out from beneath her shirt and held it in her hand. The talisman she had given him the previous year was still there next to Lily Potter's Amulet.

"I had a great time today, despite everything at Gringotts," Harry said, pulling her into a hug, which she happily returned, the Gemini Rune humming along as she did so.

"Me too. We should do it again sometime." She replied, watching his eyes to try and get a glimpse of something. She was hoping she wasn't reading all the signs wrong… but she didn't want to get her hopes up.

"Yeh, we should." His watch beeped six o'clock.

"I better go." She said. Harry nodded, his lips squeezed together.

He gave her a tiny wave, and she blew him a kiss, gripping the amulet in her hand.

"Return." She whispered, before vanishing back to her room in the Burrow to the sound of her mother screeching her name.

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