The Anger.

Harry nodded, a little too choked up to talk.

Cygnus stepped forward and indicated another name before indicating another joined by marriage alongside. "That's your great great aunt who married my great grandfather."

"I'm happy to see Daphne's name already there," said Harry in a soft voice.

"As am I, Harry," said Cygnus giving him a one-armed hug. "It is yet another confirmation magic has accepted the status of the betrothal contract. And Daphne's future as the next Lady Potter."

Looking up towards the top of the tapestry, Harry saw another name that surprised him. Pointing to it, he asked, "Dagworth-Granger?"

Everyone else looked at it and knew what Harry was wondering about.

"Could be..." mused Cygnus.

"It's a line believed to have died out generations ago," said Sirius, also wondering.

"An inheritance test would let us know one way or the other..." said Cygnus.

"We could ask the Grangers if they're willing for Hermione to undergo the test," said Harry. "It wouldn't hurt," said Isabel. "There's no downside to such a test, except for the initial pain of the pricking to collect the blood. And that's soon passed."

Nodding, Cygnus said, "Alright. It's something to consider."

From the private rooms of the family of the Head of House they looked through the seven guest rooms with their private ensuites before heading back downstairs.

Stepping outside Harry saw just how big Potter Manor really was. The main building was two full stories tall, plus a large walk-through windowed attic. The walls were painted a brilliant white with the window frames and doors in gloss black. The roof was shingled black with the window frames in gloss white.

While it was mid winter, and snow covered everything, it was easy to see how the gardens would be immaculately groomed in summer with clearly delineated beds.

Out the back, they found a Quidditch pitch with a single set of tribunes - stands for spectators - sitting opposite of where they were standing.

Rizzy met them and took them to see the small triplet of greenhouses set off to one side. Inside the benches and hanging spaces were clean and clear. Only one greenhouse was operational and that was being used to grow vegetables, fruits and herbs at one end.

The stables were on the other side of the area to the rear of the manor house, and there was a set of corrals fenced in white railings. Like the Manor proper, the stables were painted in brilliant white with black trimmed windows and doors. However, the stables were unoccupied as there were currently no pets kept on the property. Trudging back inside before they got too cold, they were led to the informal dining room by Callie, who sat them down with hot chocolate beverages each.

"Master and Mistress and guests should have worn warm winter cloaks before going outside. Youse catch cold," the little elf scolded them.

Harry chuckled and said, "Yes, Callie. Thank you for reminding us. We didn't think to bring them when we decided to visit. Next time, we shall remember."

As they were finishing their cocoas Isabel asked, "Have you seen everything you want to see, Harry?"

Thinking, Harry replied, "I've just had a thought. I think I need to go into the library for a minute to have a look."

"Well, shall we?" asked Cygnus. Nodding, Harry led the others back to the library. They'd only had a bit of a look earlier.

Stepping into the library, Harry called Petey.

"Yes, Master Harry?" the little elf asked.

"After Master James and Mistress Lily left, did Albus Dumbledore come back here?" asked Harry.

"Yes, Master Harry," replied the elf. "He said Master James said he could borrow some books from the library, here."

With a snort, Harry said to the others, "I thought so. His name was still in the permissions list to come through the wards. I've now removed it."

Turning to the elf again, he asked, "And how many books did he take and not return?" "He took fifteen books and returned none, Master Harry," the elf replied.

With a snort of his own, Cygnus muttered, "Thieving old wanker."

Still to the elf, Harry asked, "And how many books did he borrow before James and Lily left and not returned at all?"

"Three, Master Harry."

With a grim look, Harry said to the elf, "Then I want you to find those eighteen books and bring them back to the library. I also want a list of just what books he took. Is there anything else he took from any Potter property and has not returned?"

"He has taken nothing else, Master Potter," replied Petey.

Musing for a bit, Harry asked, "Is there any property belonging to Albus Dumbledore still here, or at any other Potter property?" "No, Master Harry."

"Then, thank you, Petey," said Harry.

The elf popped away.

"I think that's it then," said Harry.

Sirius was grumbling as they headed back to the fireplace. "And to think I trusted that old man."

After they all floo'ed back to Greengrass Estate, Harry said, "It's not as if we can actually see him charged with taking the books. After all, he can always say he only borrowed them and that my father gave him permission to hold on to them for a while.

"I'm just annoyed he actually did it. After all, according to this list, some of those books were extremely rare, out of print and priceless." "Well, the house elves will get them back, soon enough," said Cygnus. "I just wish I could be there when he realises they've gone."

"I've no doubt he will want to talk to me about them and the other items the goblins will be recovering when we get back to Hogwarts," said Harry. "I imagine he's going to be quite upset with me."

Daphne snickered and said in an impersonating voice, "Ah! Harry, my boy. I'm so disappointed in you.

Your father would be so disappointed in you, too. Those books were entrusted into my care by your father and it's important I have them. It's for the Greater Good."

Sirius burst into laughter first, closely followed by Harry and Cygnus. Isabel just smirked while Astoria clearly didn't know what her sister was getting at but still thought she sounded funny.Harry nodded, a little too choked up to talk.

Cygnus stepped forward and indicated another name before indicating another joined by marriage alongside. "That's your great great aunt who married my great grandfather."

"I'm happy to see Daphne's name already there," said Harry in a soft voice.

"As am I, Harry," said Cygnus giving him a one-armed hug. "It is yet another confirmation magic has accepted the status of the betrothal contract. And Daphne's future as the next Lady Potter."

Looking up towards the top of the tapestry, Harry saw another name that surprised him. Pointing to it, he asked, "Dagworth-Granger?"

Everyone else looked at it and knew what Harry was wondering about.

"Could be..." mused Cygnus.

"It's a line believed to have died out generations ago," said Sirius, also wondering.

"An inheritance test would let us know one way or the other..." said Cygnus.

"We could ask the Grangers if they're willing for Hermione to undergo the test," said Harry. "It wouldn't hurt," said Isabel. "There's no downside to such a test, except for the initial pain of the pricking to collect the blood. And that's soon passed."

Nodding, Cygnus said, "Alright. It's something to consider."

From the private rooms of the family of the Head of House they looked through the seven guest rooms with their private ensuites before heading back downstairs.

Stepping outside Harry saw just how big Potter Manor really was. The main building was two full stories tall, plus a large walk-through windowed attic. The walls were painted a brilliant white with the window frames and doors in gloss black. The roof was shingled black with the window frames in gloss white.

While it was mid winter, and snow covered everything, it was easy to see how the gardens would be immaculately groomed in summer with clearly delineated beds.

Out the back, they found a Quidditch pitch with a single set of tribunes - stands for spectators - sitting opposite of where they were standing.

Rizzy met them and took them to see the small triplet of greenhouses set off to one side. Inside the benches and hanging spaces were clean and clear. Only one greenhouse was operational and that was being used to grow vegetables, fruits and herbs at one end.

The stables were on the other side of the area to the rear of the manor house, and there was a set of corrals fenced in white railings. Like the Manor proper, the stables were painted in brilliant white with black trimmed windows and doors. However, the stables were unoccupied as there were currently no pets kept on the property. Trudging back inside before they got too cold, they were led to the informal dining room by Callie, who sat them down with hot chocolate beverages each.

"Master and Mistress and guests should have worn warm winter cloaks before going outside. Youse catch cold," the little elf scolded them.

Harry chuckled and said, "Yes, Callie. Thank you for reminding us. We didn't think to bring them when we decided to visit. Next time, we shall remember."

As they were finishing their cocoas Isabel asked, "Have you seen everything you want to see, Harry?"

Thinking, Harry replied, "I've just had a thought. I think I need to go into the library for a minute to have a look."

"Well, shall we?" asked Cygnus. Nodding, Harry led the others back to the library. They'd only had a bit of a look earlier.

Stepping into the library, Harry called Petey.

"Yes, Master Harry?" the little elf asked.

"After Master James and Mistress Lily left, did Albus Dumbledore come back here?" asked Harry.

"Yes, Master Harry," replied the elf. "He said Master James said he could borrow some books from the library, here."

With a snort, Harry said to the others, "I thought so. His name was still in the permissions list to come through the wards. I've now removed it."

Turning to the elf again, he asked, "And how many books did he take and not return?" "He took fifteen books and returned none, Master Harry," the elf replied.

With a snort of his own, Cygnus muttered, "Thieving old wanker."

Still to the elf, Harry asked, "And how many books did he borrow before James and Lily left and not returned at all?"

"Three, Master Harry."

With a grim look, Harry said to the elf, "Then I want you to find those eighteen books and bring them back to the library. I also want a list of just what books he took. Is there anything else he took from any Potter property and has not returned?"

"He has taken nothing else, Master Potter," replied Petey.

Musing for a bit, Harry asked, "Is there any property belonging to Albus Dumbledore still here, or at any other Potter property?" "No, Master Harry."

"Then, thank you, Petey," said Harry.

The elf popped away.

"I think that's it then," said Harry.

Sirius was grumbling as they headed back to the fireplace. "And to think I trusted that old man."

After they all floo'ed back to Greengrass Estate, Harry said, "It's not as if we can actually see him charged with taking the books. After all, he can always say he only borrowed them and that my father gave him permission to hold on to them for a while.

"I'm just annoyed he actually did it. After all, according to this list, some of those books were extremely rare, out of print and priceless." "Well, the house elves will get them back, soon enough," said Cygnus. "I just wish I could be there when he realises they've gone."

"I've no doubt he will want to talk to me about them and the other items the goblins will be recovering when we get back to Hogwarts," said Harry. "I imagine he's going to be quite upset with me."

Daphne snickered and said in an impersonating voice, "Ah! Harry, my boy. I'm so disappointed in you.

Your father would be so disappointed in you, too. Those books were entrusted into my care by your father and it's important I have them. It's for the Greater Good."

Sirius burst into laughter first, closely followed by Harry and Cygnus. Isabel just smirked while Astoria clearly didn't know what her sister was getting at but still thought she sounded funny.

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