Chapter 4

Powers that be

Helltanz's notes: Finally we get to wizarding Politics, as for Military related things I will mostly keep to logistics until rewrite, when Harry is not participating directly in the op. Paul your point will be brought up next chapter. Also like all good, not in the moral systems, illegitimate businesses, Harry has appropriately helpful corporations. Updates may get slower, I need responses which I have been getting which have helped, however I am up to chapter seven already, however to keep up writing is constrained by the fact I have other stories I work on, my own imagination, this said I thank those who have reviewed.

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Disclaimer: This is Fanfiction, if I owned Harry Potter do you think Books 6 and 7 would have turned out like they did, I would have had the decency to not include an epilogue, eh enough ranting, I don't own any series referenced in this work of writing.

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Chapter begin

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England, Surrey, number four Privet Drive, Harry's room

Harry had no need for glasses, but these didn't help his eyesight, instead the helped focus the precision of the abilities that hit small area, along with a few other nifty features. The preteen often pondered to himself why he owned robes, but then reminded himself that he did, and that while they might draw attention certainly gave an intimidating aspect to his appearance, but at the same time adequately provided additional defense, besides Que Sera Sera, and all that. The preteen opened his closet with drawing the robes, unlike Wizard robes it held the words embroidered on the back in Latin, 'through our flames we shall renew the world', below the phrase was a white hound with red markings, the robes were partially open in the front, and were made in such a way wearing a holster was not obvious. Harry pulled the heavy enchanted robe on; it quickly obscured his shoulder rig from view. The sleeves also obscured his knives, and his Keris. On his wrist were two bracelets each with flat space enchantments holding additional equipment.

"Well you seem ready." Stated the Spirit of Knowledge hovering above the desk.
"Yes Wingates I am." Harry pulled his gloves on, and grabbed his notebook. "Hopefully I won't have to kill anyone." He smirked. "Of course that would be fun." With that statement the sorcerer vanished.

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England, London, Ministry of Magic, Wizengamot

Harry observed the architecture, he enjoyed ancient things the sense of history it gave off, but this disgusted him, they had made a replica of the forum, but changed it, the room felt wrong tainted, the sorcerer restrained himself from spitting in disgust to the corruption of the Roman architecture.

Some of the wizards took note of his appearance, Harry brushed off their gazes and took his seat, quietly and unnoticed he studied the little ants analyzing their words their ideas, after all the sorcerer wasn't commenting on their ridiculous and obstructive clothes.

The meeting came together after another ten minutes, Harry narrowed his eyes, this was absurd, ten thirty was a ridiculous time to start work, much less on a national level. Harry clicked his pen top off revealing the ballpoint. He tapped the business quality pen against the paper of his notebook creating a perfect dot.

Harry watched as the meeting began, he noted that the old wizard from before was present, and apparently in a position of power, that was a bother, perhaps the old man needed to have an accident. Harry grin turned feral.

Beside him a tall platinum blonde haired man shivered, that look reminded him to much of the dark lord when he had one of his 'good ideas.'

Harry didn't care his smirks did that to a lot of people. He idly twirled the pen between each of his fingers in a graceful show of dexterity as he listened to the toad like woman babble about half breeds. The pen stopped and he wrote what he had learned from the speech, more accurately termed rant, Harry had decided he didn't like the woman she had glared at him at the start of the lecture.

The sorcerer sighed.

"The floor recognizes you Duke of Wistirall." Stated the old man.

"Right personally I think your going about this all wrong, but given your intelligence and apparent evolutionary path I can't scold you for it, your dealing with the situation is completely Neanderthal."
Most the purebloods blinked.

"Increasing restrictions only alienates them further, and technically it is inappropriate to classify Lycanthropes as half humans, Lycanthropes colloquially werewolves, are members of Homo Lupin, just as the majority of the human population are a part of Homo Sapien, or Methuselah, colloquially termed vampires are Homo Nocturne, thus they are human genetically, just not Homo Sapiens, besides it only affects them adversely three days out of a month, in addition Lycanthropes have enhance physical capabilities even in a controlled state, why alienate something that can kill you even when its sane. In truth your racism is a little disturbing, no I word more accurately term your affliction xenophobia, of course perhaps that is to much a word for such a degenerate." Harry's words were low and cold radiating through the forum like structure. "After all apparently you are closer to Neanderthals than the rest of us. So why should we listen to you, because quiet frankly you addressed a series of incidents concerning rouge lycanthropes that represent less than a single percentile of the population of Homo Lupin, do you want to start an inter genus war, perhaps Lycanthropy spreads primarily through salvia of the transformed state all it takes is a single bite, so far Homo Sapiens have been fortunate most do not survive either the attack or the turning process however that is because most attacks are accidents, or if they are intentional the Lycanthrope isn't attempting to create more of his own kind, yet one out of three attacks yields a new lycanthrope. Imagine if you will they decide to start actively attempting to turn people, the number of turned stables out at around fifty four percent. At current there are approximately some two thousand lycanthropes with magical ability, and more than three times that many in the muggle world in England alone, and that is how many we know of. Solid silver munitions can be dug out, so unless you cut off the head or hit the heart, it takes around five humans to deal with a single lycanthrope, typically it is a good idea to have more though. So what your suggesting is we alienate them further, antagonize them?" Harry stated continuing on. "Are you really as stupid as you look, the average fully transformed were wolf can clear a distance of fifty meters in one point five seconds at approximate speeds equal to that of a cheetah but with enough physical strength to shatter reinforced concrete, more than enough force to break say the neck, like other humans Homo Lupin stalk and hunt their prey and attack when they have the advantage if possible, with out transforming a Lycanthrope is two point three, to three times the strength of the average Homo Sapien male of similar size and body mass, they also are more resistant to damage, and pain." Harry unfolded his hands. "Now your suggestion is we restrict them further, deprive them of jobs, so rather than allow them to be productive members of society you are driving them to the only option available, to become radicals, this bill is stupid when you actually dedicate some thought to it." Came the harsh voice. "Once Lycanthropes reach a certain age and understanding they can control themselves when they transform, this number has significantly decreased in the past decades, because most fail to understand what Lycanthropy is. A better use of time would be to assist Lycans, a more politically correct term than were wolves, in understanding there state, partial autonomy with minor intervention to deal with extreme case of violence would be a much more efficient solution to the rouge elements."

The toad woman stammered incoherently.

"All in favor of the bill?"

Fewer hands rose than the ministry expected rose in favor.

"All against?" asked Dumbledore who had though for a different reason hoped the ministry would have won.

Harry sat back in his chair smirking as he raised his hand.

"The measure fails one hundred fifty four to three hundred twenty with twenty six abstaining." Announced Dumbledore.

"Very eloquent speech Duke of Potter." Congratulated an old woman.

"Thank you Duchess Longbottom." Came the neutral response.

Lucius Malfoy was impressed, if the boy attended Hogwarts; surely he would have been a Slytherin.

The next issue was of no real interest to the criminal genius preteen, who cared about flying carpets, the measure failed.

The man, Mr. Patil, walked off the debate floor.

Harry's eyes watched as the next topic went up something about potions ingredient tariffs. The sorcerer calmly reviewed the information he had been provided, as of late he had a monopoly on most of the illegal ingredient trade, so the tariff was not really a major issue, and he didn't have much control in the legal aspect of the potions trade, so did it really matter. 'I think I'll abstain this.' Pondered the sorcerer watching the man speaking, curiously the man shivered under the icy gaze, Harry mouth turned upwards a bit at this, really the man looked like he was going to have a heart attack, Harry found it amusing, served the man right for voting for the Lycanthrope bill, mused the sorcerer, Lycans were good employees.

The next topic involved sports, Harry blinked rather annoyed, this was a national legislation, and they and him were wasting time on trivialities as sports.

Harry endured the fallacy for a few hours, deciding that missing one class hardly mattered, if that he might gain some insight on this strange culture, it was such an interesting subject.

Then the reporters came.

Harry stared, lines appeared in symmetrical vertical segments in his robe, what ever was about to happen was calmly averted by a terrorist attack, or mob hit, as Harry perceived it. The Strange Wizard in the White Mask fired a green light.

"Well that was boring."
The wizards stared as the light faded on contact, and Harry's blasé tone.

"My turn." A massive blast of concussive energy so much it made the air shiver slammed into the wizard breaking his ribs and knocking him out. Harry grinned. "What a poor attempt at a hit." Harry sighed. "So much to teach so little time."

"What happened here?" came the old man's voice.

"It was a hit no need to yell." Stated Harry in a bored monotone. "They happen every now and again."

Dumbledore looked between the masked wizard and the Sorcerer as the Aurors arrived.

"I have things to do Greengrass the meeting is at four." Commented the Sorcerer turning to the pureblood idly.

"But we need a statement of what happened?" stated an Auror.

"cops, always to late to do anything useful. Right he attacked me I blasted his ass against the wall, simple enough, clean and concise with everything you need to know." Stated Harry, the wizards failed to notice his disgust.

Malfoy surveyed the scene, most impressive was his thought, not caring that Goyle senior had been badly injured on his orders none the less.

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England, London, Diagon Alley, Gringotts

"You wait, what, that is barbaric, I like it so I can claim my aggressor's assets, and anything else, and the only thing he can contest it is to challenge me to a duel, and as he is in capacitated he can't do that." Stated the smirking wizard

The goblin nodded.

"Okay go ahead then."

"At once Mr. Potter." Exclaimed the Goblin pleased immensely.

'Little fellow looks like he was going to orgasm, which reminds me to torture Emily.' Thought the sociopath.

"Mr. Potter." The goblin panted.

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Dumbledore is here."

"Is he now any chance its mere coincidence and that he has his own business to deal with." Inquired the Sorcerer, placing his opinion of the situation in words.

"I do doubt that. Though any thing is possible"

"Murphy is so getting a bullet to the brain." Grumbled the preteen. "Get Greengrass's obnoxious ass here, I don't care if you have to drag him, he's lollygagged enough, with his 'pureblood' none sense, business is to be done."

The goblin grinned. "But of course Mr. Potter."

William Greengrass was a proud pureblood, but more importantly he held a large amount of control over the magical trade industry with France.

Harry sipped the steaming tea slowly as the man sat down.

"I don't appreciate waiting Greengrass," Harry sliced his biscuit in half with a single motion of his hand. "However business before pleasure." Stated the last Potter. "Now I am sure you know of the recent goings on in Knockturn Alley."

"You." Half shouted the man in realization. "Your responsible for seizing the Alley." He breathed in shock.

"Now don't go passing out on me, I need you to be conscious to be of any use to me." Came the preteen's razor edge voice.

"What do you mean? You would not dare to do to me as you handled that scum Borgin." Exclaimed the man
"Oh heard about that did you, that." Harry chuckled. "Don't fret Borgin was a fool who forgot to remember his station, you on the other hand have a greater calling a more useful task, you see I am well aware of who has monopolized the magical trade with France on this end of the channel."

"I will not be bullied into giving up my business Potter." Huffed the man.

"Of course not, of course, did I ever imply such a thing." Harry applied a generous amount of preserves to his biscuit. "You see if I took control directly it would be suspicious, besides as a savvy business man you should know about your competition, it is that I want to know about, and you assistance in other matter… however William, I may call you William?" ignoring the man Harry continued on "do not think you are not replaceable at the moment of your betrayal I will know and such a folly will cause me to be quiet aggravated."
William Greengrass slumped to the floor clutching his left arm as Harry's eyes began to shine malevolently.

"Now I am sure we understand ourselves, your distaste for non wizards is the only other thing I have left to resolve, but a lesson for another day, you can either serve me or die a fools death." Whispered the sorcerer, half falling into Parseltounge, albeit he didn't know it was called that yet, but he did know it scared the shit out of people. The sociopath grinned. "Besides you know of wizarding culture things I might need, and you know of any enemies it would be wise to strike first against."

As the sociopath left, one though resounded in the pureblood's mind, how was it Potter controlled the Dark Mark.

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Chapter conclusion

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Helltanz's notes: Well that was chapter four. Politics will show up some more next chapter as well, the whole, now cliché arranged marriage thing, I will probably end up using, I do need a suitable method of dealing with the Weaslys and Dumbledore, at least for now, I mean Fred and George are fine but the others, keh. Anyway since some one constantly wants more details, suggest what details I could expand. Also next chapter contains a rather… immoral scene, so you have been warned, in addition more magical - forces related stuff. Well anyway cheers, Happy new years and all that.

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