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Chapter. 4 A Boney Situation
"Letter To Myself:
My name is Amelia Bones and I am 16 years old, currently attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
My goals in life are rather, quite simple. I want the best for myself, and since I come from a noble and most ancient house, I feel as if I have no choice but to attain the best. Naturally I expect that I will finish Hogwarts first in my class. But unlike the other women in my family, who find it there place to sit quietly, I intend to pursue a career, and despite my family's standing, I intend to be rather successful. My first priority is becoming an auror. That is a simple goal, as despite my appearance, I am rather crafty with my wand and dueling has always been a passion of mine. I will pass all required tests within 6 months, and become a full-fledged Auror before the end of the year. I do not intend on enjoying a leisure filled summer, but will fully divest myself in any and all works necessary.
Well, I guess that like every girl, I want to have a family of my own. That would be rather lovely, two children perhaps. A decent man to come home to, dark hair, gorgeous eyes, nothing in specific, so long as he is handsome and tall.
With that out of the way, I expect that I will pass through the ranks and achieve the esteemed title of Grande Auror by the time I am 30, making me the youngest to do so, and a woman to boot. That will stick it to those sexist and exceptionally biased fools.
With my career firmly in place, I suppose now would be the time to pursue a marriage with the man I stated above, where in we would finally have those children. Once they are born I would be free to continue my pursuits and become the head of the DMLE by 40. It's a respectable age for a respectable and powerful position. I would do nothing but bring honor to my house.
Of course, as I have witnessed, the ministry needs solid leadership. The majority of ministers I have watched seem to be rather incompetent, especially this new one. He is rather odd this Fudge, a bit jumpy, and prone to wearing terrible robes. I do believe that a minister if anything should at least be somewhat fashionable. I dare say that by the time I become minister, I will still have at least enough pride in myself to not appear a bumbling fool, with terrible fashion sense.
No body wears bowler hats!
So, my goals as stated above:
1. Finish Hogwarts top of my class.
2. Become an Auror no later than six months after graduation
3. Find a decent young man from a good family.
4. Become Grande Auror no later than 30.
5. Get married, have at least one child by 35.
6. Become head of the DMLE by 40 years old .
7. Become Minister of Magic.
If one were to walk in to the office of the head of the DMLE, they would be resolutely surprised by what they found.
Laying on the floor of the rather large and finely decorated work space, they would spy a woman, spread eagle; a bottle of fire whiskey a short reach away, no older than 31, with deep red hair. She was scrumptiously figured with a rather well-endowed chest and curvy hips. Her eyes were closed as she pushed herself further into the depths of her ten thousand thread count Persian rug. Lips pursed, with furrowed brows, she looked deep in thought, her hair fanned about her like a living flame as she enjoyed the momentary lapse.
If one were to walk in to the office of the head of the DMLE, they would most likely point their wands directly in the face of the woman lying on the floor and stun her, before asking a question. After all Amelia taught her soldiers, for that is in essence what they were, to be proactive in their pursuit of justice and to above all, avoid death at any cost, even if it means shoot first ask questions later. So she wouldn't be surprised if one did that, provided they could get through the door, and considering it was well passed regular office hours, that was unlikely to happen.
What they would be surprised to find out is that the person they stunned would be none other than their head, though shocked at her appearance. See, Amelia had done everything she wanted, though with her skill and knowledge and familial backing she progressed exceptionally fast. Certain deaths, unfortunately, pushed her ascension in the ranks, which is why at the age of 31 she found herself as the head of the DMLE. The wizarding world, much like the muggle world, was a touch sexist. She had noticed more often than not, that the men around her attributed her rise in rank to her exceptional feminine physique and attractive face.
They really thought she gave it up for promotions!
'How dare them!' she thought. Realizing that, she pushed herself further, and with the aide of the former DMLE she raised to her esteemed title, though during that time, she had spoken to her head who agreed with her that her appearance would always cause a situation, and in all honesty who would respect her as their head? So as such, they met with members of the Department of Mysteries and created a charmed necklace with exceptionally powerful glamour charms that shifted her appearance.
Thus why, at the office and to the public, she maintained the appearance of a 43 year old woman with an exceptional figure. It was a hard job to handle. One would think, how did that even fly, wouldn't at least one person notice that one year she was 29 the next she was 41? Well, with magic everything is possible. A lingering compulsion charm attached to the spell, kept the questions away, and had worked for the last few years without a problem.
But who ever said life didn't have problems.
Amelia lazily groped around to her left as her hand landed on a piece of parchment. She grasped it and drug her hand through the carpet before aligning it with her face and reading once more the letter that had begun it all.
Dear Lady Amelia Aurora Bones,
We request an audience immediately at Gringotts Bank. This is a time sensitive matter, and any hesitation could have dire effects. Upon arrival please present this letter to the first available teller, and they will direct you to me where I will personally handle your matters.
Sincerely,
Director Ragnok
Director of Gringotts
Goblin King
Horde Lord of Britain
(10 hours ago)
Amelia stood in line, avoiding the occasional glances. She would have liked to believe it was because of her stunning beauty, but do to the falsity of her apparent age, the real Amelia was not being admired, but the middle aged head of the DMLE was being scrutinized. She knew people were wondering why she of all people would bother to wait in a line when she could easily stomp to the front and be helped instantly, a benefit of being the lady of her house and the head of one of the most important departments in the ministry.
As if echoing the majority of the banks inhabitants, a short little person walked forward and extended his hand.
"Lady Bones, we are aware of the reason you are here. If you would be so kind as to give me that letter, I can lead you to the office of Lord Ragnok." It said, taking the letter as it was presented to him.
She followed the diminutive creature, finally resting in a decent sized office. A touch darker than she would have preferred, but well suited for a goblin. Taking a seat she remained silent, alone in the office of the director of Gringotts.
Sirius made the smart choice of not coming this time.
There was a soft click and Ragnok entered, smiling wildly at the Lady who internally winced. 'Damn they were ugly' she thought, and was very glad they were not capable of reading minds.
"Good day Lady Bones" Ragnok said.
"Good day Lord Ragnok" She replied.
"I expect you understand that we would not require such a busy person as yourself to come here, were it not pertinent." He spoke, with a nod.
"Indeed." Was her simple reply.
"Then let us begin."
She simply nodded as he looked through his paper work and began much as he had over the course of the last three days.
"Upon recent investigation in to the Black estate, we were surprised to find a certain document. As you know of our race, we are very diligent in our dealings. That being said a contract was made some 14 years ago, Between the late Lord James Charlus Potter, your brother, the then Lord Ryan Andrew Bones and the very much alive Lord Sirius Orion Black." He paused bringing forward the document, and handed it across the desk.
"I suppose my Lady, you would prefer to read said contract on your own." He said as she took the legal napkin.
She nodded in appreciation and immediately looked down; her heart began to race as she noticed the seals stamped at the bottom. This was in no way going to be good. Just like the others, she read, immediately recognizing her departed brother's handwriting:
"On this day, August 28th(the date had been scratched out a few times until they figured out what day it was)James Charlus Potter, hereby enters into an agreement with Lord Ryan Andrew Bones and Lord Sirius Orion Black(they had to write around a stain in the napkin) A legally, magically, and spiritually binding agreement on behalf of house and home, in regards to his son Harry James Potter, that at the age of 15, he will enter in a union with the young Lady Narcissa Black and my lovely Amelia.
The condition of these marriages are typical; binding in magic and life, and if ignored such is the penalty.(This had been smudged by what one would assume a drop of beer)
We would also desire some grandchildren, so make that part of the deal, yes? Right! Now to our children, go forth and procreate! CHEERS!
Signed,
James Charlus Potter
Sirius Orion Black
Ryan Andrew Bones"
If one were able to read reactions the way she could, they could tell that internally she had just exploded with the force of a nuclear bomb. Inside her head, every curse word possible was ricocheting off the walls of her brain faster than a tennis volley at Wimbledon. In her head she had just repeatedly cursed, and killed all three men, first crucioing them, killing them, bringing them back then crucioing again all the while laughing as maniacally as Bellatrix Lestrange.
In her mind she had just gone insane, she was rationalizing the use of unforgivables on a certain black haired grey eyed individual, whom she was fairly certain she could find, and find him she would.
But Amelia, with all her training and dignity, smiled pleasantly at the goblin and nodded. "Thank you Lord Ragnok, now I must be going, have a department to maintain and all. I trust you understand." She smiled pleasantly and made her way, very composed.
The moment she came into the main room, she disappeared in an instant, reappearing outside of the ministry as she quickly made her way in, through the throng of people and to her office. She stopped for a moment, eyeing her assistant.
"Get me Auror Kingsley Shackelbolt, IMMEDIATELY!" She barked, throwing her door open, slamming her purse on her desk, and quickly turning around, her cape billowing very Snape like, exposing her rather form fitting skirted female muggle work suit.
Had her assistant known, she would have warned him, had her assistant known she probably would have waited a little to call the man, but with the sense of urgency in her voice, Kingsley materialized in the waiting room just outside her office, before being quickly ushered in. Amelia paused in her pacing as the man entered, bowed quickly and stood silently.
"Close the door."
He complied.
Wordlessly she cast some silencing charms and a locking charm, which did not go unnoticed by Kingsley. He watched the woman; this was a most unsettling situation. He had seen on muggle 'telafishin' that sometimes women so invested in work would release themselves by using their male employees. He was married. But he had to admit, that for her age she was exceptionally fit, and her muggle dress suit helped to increase her allure. The way her bosom shined in the light as she turned to face him. The top few buttons of her blouse undone, her tight coat unable to fit properly, but sat snug against her toned abdomen. Her legs smooth and shapely, flexing subtlety as she approached him, hips swaying in full effect. Her full lips parting as her wand pressed into his neck. 'Wait what?' he thought as he regained his mental faculties in time to hear her last few words.
"-s Sirius Black?" She had said, completely unaware that he had paid no attention to what she had said, but was thoroughly invested in ogling her assets.
"Pardon?" he questioned, still surprised by the malice at which her wand pushed into his neck. They made eye contact and he could see the fury in her eyes.
"Don't play with me Shackelbolt, I know all about you and your vigilante group. Where is Sirius Black!" She repeated, though not really in words, rather a growl punctuated with a snarl.
If the male had never sweat before, he was certainly sweating now. It's kind of like that time when you come home and your girlfriend tells you to come here. You're fine with it until you see she has your phone in her hands. 'What's this?' she questions, and suddenly your arm pits are exceptionally moist, and you're at a loss of what to say because there are so many ways to self-incriminate, so you dumbly open and close your mouth like a fish gasping for air.
"Umm, Madame Bones…I uhh…" he began
"Madame Bones mumumumum…" She mocked, pursing her lips before continuing. "Don't fuck about with me Auror, I have let a lot slide for Dumbeldore and his group, which I know you are a part of, but this will stop if you do not tell me the information I need to know." The threat was clear.
The 6'4" inch man stared blindly at the 5'7" woman, feeling rather diminutive in the presence of her anger and authority. One could say that he was between a rock and a hard place, her wand crackled lightly before he acquiesced. He literally had no choice, lose his job, or tell her what she needed to know. He had a family after all, so he made the wise decision.
"I'll take you to him." He whispered, downcast. She nodded and followed him out after she released the locking charms. Leaving the office, they disapparated and quickly apparated at a park half a block away from the home. Amelia looked around at her surroundings, raising a brow. 'Sirius Black would stay in a muggle residential area?' she queried to herself, following the brisk walking man. She stood quietly at his side as flicked his wand three times, and was amazed as the fidelius charm went to work, the house seemingly manifesting itself in-between building 11 and 13.
The auror nodded, she watched him cautiously as she approached the door and knocked in her regal and mighty fashion. She extended her wand and waited for the door to open.
Sirius Black was not really a man to air to caution, he never took the opportunity to look through the doors peephole, otherwise he would have seen a rather distraught woman with her wand extended. He simply smiled and unlocked the door, throwing it open, his eyes landed on the head of the Aurors.
"Ame-" he began, but never finished as the extended wand was accompanied by an almost silent banishing charm. He was flung 15ft back, slammed against a wall and rolled to the right, sputtering, having been knocked of all wind. A group of red headed individuals all immediately rushed in to find out what the commotion was, but only noticed the back of a woman with grey and red hair vanishing from their sight with a faint crack.
Back in the office she simply nodded to Kingsley before dismissing him.
Telling her assistant she was not to be bothered for the rest of the day she closed her office doors. Locking herself in with a series of charms, she made her way through her office to her desk and from the bottom drawer, withdrew a bottle of fire whiskey, virtually untouched. Unstoppering it, she lifted it to her lips and cringed before taking a long swig, gasping as it burned down her throat, then repeating.
She kicked off her heels and removed her cloak, draping it lazily over a chair. She made her way to the center of the room, holding the bottle in one hand, and both sheets of paper in the other she slipped to her knees and enjoyed the softness of the rug below her. She dropped the paperwork and took another swig, before removing her coat, her fit body feeling a bit more relaxed as the alcohol did its job. Releasing the glamour and compulsion charms, she returned to her attractive younger form and sighed.
(Present Time)
Hours later she was lying on the floor, thoroughly intoxicated. ¼ of the bottle remained, and she was half awake, heavy lidded and feeling odd. Her mind had to tried to rationalize things.
'I'm still young, so I guess it could work.'
Fuck off, your 31!
'So what! In twenty years that won't make a difference, we are long lived after all.'
Fuck off, you'll be 51. He's not even 15 yet! He was still sitting in his own shit by the time you had already learned to apparate. For goodness sake, he's the same age as your niece!
"OH SHITE, SUSAN!" She remembered with a sudden cringe! "Fuck!" she continued, cutting off her internal argument with herself.
How does one go about telling the child they adopted that their ponce of a father, her brother, God bless his soul, created a marriage contract for her to a boy that is literally half her age. "Oh hi Susan darling, just so you know, I'm getting married. Aww, thank you. Who you ask? Oh, no one important, Harry Potter, you know, your school mate. Oh yeah, he is. What can I say, I love them young!" very unlikely…
Not only that, but for all intent and purpose, he was going to be her step-father. She cracked up at the thought.
'Susan calling him daddy.' How hilarious!
She was drunk after all, so the dirtier thoughts took a moment to find their way. Ahh there it was as she cringed. If anyone were able to hear what she was thinking, they would be laughing at that moment.
Closing her eyes she remembered her letter to herself in regards to her goals.
1. Finish Hogwarts top of my class. (Check)
2. Become an Auror no later than six months after graduation. (Check. It was easy.)
3. Find a decent young man from a good family. (Check. Thank you contract…ugh)
4. Become Grande Auror no later than 30. (Check. Did it by 25)
5. Get married, have at least one child by 35. (Apparently in process of being completed)
6. Become head of the DMLE by 40 years old .(Check)
7. Become Minister of Magic. (Done after I finish playing mommy to my pubescent husband)
She begrudgingly came to the realization that somehow, this had managed to work within her time line.
"He was an infant by the time I came of age…" talk about robbing the cradle she thought. A funny thought coming to mind. "I wonder if I have to have the talk with my husband? Might as well include Susan. Two birds, one stone and all" She huffed, with an inebriated chuckle, knowing that she would need a sobriety potion soon.
"My name is Amelia Aurora Bones, I am the head of the DMLE and head of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Bones and I am currently engaged to Mr. Harrry James Potter, House Potter heir apparent, Triwizard Champion, Boy-Who-Lived and future FIFTH year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Up until yesterday, I was not a ephebophile, pleasure to meet you." She said aloud, breaking into hysterical laughter.
Sirius Black would pay, pay one thousand times over. One could only wonder if for the first time since he escaped, if he wished to return to Azkaban.
There he was safe, there his bullocks were safe.
A/N: Well I hope you guys liked chapter 4. Gotta get the reactions out of the way so we can get into the main story, right? Well I do hope you guys enjoyed it! As always R/R please and thanks! Let me know if there is anything you guys think I should change!
Review Responses:
Akuma-Heika: Perhaps, things are going to get a bit more technical once the marriage comes around and all the legal stuff comes in to play. Its safe to say that Draco will not have a great time.
ElDani: yeah, I intend for it to be romance. Of course there isn't enough options for me to clearly classify it.
Supreme King of Saiyans: I have plans for the Weasley clan, just wait and see. ;)
Melikalilly: Why thank you, the story loves YOU!
Enapace: Thank you so much! I'll try to update often, I have another fic I'm working on, so I am splitting my time between the two.
Benevolent Abyss: Thanks! I hope her reaction wasn't too expected!?
: Thanks for the idea, I think I will actually use that. I don't know if it will be next chapter. But it will most definitely be very soon. PM me sometime!
Aniruddha:You uh, you wanna see them get it on pretty bad huh? hahahaha
bigbangfan91: Hope I didn't disappoint this chapter. Thought I would give Sirius a momentary reprieve. haha
whitetigerwolf: Thanks! I hope you liked Amelia's reaction I figured because of her position and status, she would be a bit more subdued in the open than the others.
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