Rushing over to her grandson and his friend, Augusta Longbottom did something she had not done since Neville was a little boy and broken his arm on a toy broom.(and people wondered why she didn't let him have a broom; They were dangerous of course!) Augusta Longbottom wrapped her frail and bony arms around her grandson and hugged him for all she had. Releasing him after the display she coughed and smiled slightly grabbing both boys hands she apparated the new Lords back to Hogwarts.
Racing her way up the front steps of the castle, Molly ran into the Deputy Headmistress. Giving her a bright smile, she asked. "Minerva, dear, where is the Headmaster, I have important news about the Potter brat."
"The Headmaster is in his office, and he particularly enjoys Peppermint Patties." McGonagall said with a small twist of her lips. Minerva had seen Potter as nothing more than a tool to use for their own means ever since the day she left him in the "care" of the Dursley's along with Professor Dumbledore.
Meanwhile with the Mrs. Weasley detailing the ills of Harry Potter at Gringotts to the Headmaster, Ginevra Molly Weasley sat in potions under the staring gaze of Severus Snape.
"I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses...I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach especially like last year." Snape intoned with a smirk. "This year you will brew the Wit-Sharpening Potion, instructions, if your paltry intellects can manage them are on the board." He finished glaring at the class and sat behind his desk.
Ginny trudged up to the supply cupboards, Damn that man she thought to herself, the same smarminess year after year. The same damned speeches year after year too. Pocketing ingredients for the Wit Potion, she snuck more ingredients in the pocket of her robes with a devil's grin.
Later in the evening, Severus was cataloguing his ingredients for the upper year classes which would start brewing the higher level skill potions later in the term. With him to help count each ingredient while wearing dragonhide gloves was a group of his Slytherins including his godson, Draco Malfoy.
"Draco, How many Ashwinder Eggs and Belladonna leaves are reported on the inventory list?" Severus asked in his gentle "non-dunderhead" mode.
"Uncle Sev, The list reports only 99 Ashwinder Eggs in stock, as well as 693 leaves in stock. There should be 100 and 700 of each respectively though, I know because I helped you order the ingredients before term started. Severus had also checked with another student who did the inventory earlier in the day, during the 4th year classes and he reported that there were missing ingredients then too.
Severus Snape snarled out loud when he confirmed the veracity of Draco's words. Draco was slightly frightened but knew that his godfather was not angry at him but rather at whoever had stolen from him.
"Draco, We have a thief in one of your classes, someone has stolen from me!" raged Snape "I demand you do the best you can to find out who did this, use whatever means you need to." I am going to try and inform Dumbledore of this action. Snape finished with a billow of his robes as he made to floo to the Headmaster's office.
In the office proper, Dumbledore was nowhere to be found, so Snape left a detailed missive of what had occurred in his classes and demanded that something be done about it. Securing it onto Dumbledore's desk, Snape left the office, failing to notice an open window letting fresh air into the room which blew the missive towards the gently crackling fire in the fireplace.
Later, when Dumbledore returned to his office, he found that parchment had been used in his office but that there was no messages for him left. He shrugged and popped a lemon drop into his mouth.
Lady Longbottom had just finished apparating on Hogwarts ground before she and her grandson were rudely pushed away. "HARRY!" A flash of red was all the warning Harry received before he was rudely thrown on the ground. He didn't even need to open his eyes to know that it was Ginevra Weasley. The chit had been trying to get into Harry's pants for years but she simply could not take a hint. The overwhelming stench of her perfume gave her away. Her robes were opened to show off a tight fitting top and a scandalously short skirt.
Before Harry could think of pushing the strumpet away, she was grabbed off him and shaken. "Never in my 80 years of life have I seen such heinous behavior! I know that the Weasley family has taught their females better. But this new generation makes me lose what little respect I had for your family. You do not greet a Lord such as Lord Potter with such despicable behavior and in your underclothes!" ranted an irate Augusta Longbottom, her magic rolling and flowing around the hall like waves.
Headmaster Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore felt the castle tremor gently as waves of power cascaded within her walls. Leaving his office with Molly Weasley not far behind shouting "But Albus... What about Potter!" they both took a secret passage to the Entrance Hall where Ginny Weasley lay on the ground under the waves of Madame Longbottom's power.
"GINNY!" "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY BABY?!" screeched out Mrs. Weasley, her voice carrying now and starting to attract a crowd of students. A few taking glances at the impending fight in the Hall.
Ignoring the shaken chit, Madame Longbottom turned to Molly Weasley. Instantly, Molly felt herself cower under the glare that Madame Longbottom sent her way. "It seems the apple does not fall far from the tree. If this is the behavior learned from your household, it does not surprise me that your offspring dare to throw yourself at Lord Potter like a streetwalker. In my day, the Weasley name and by extension the Prewitt name which you are the last of, knew how to properly rear their children, to respect their elders and private situations."
Molly instantly reddened at the insult to her family honor.
"MY GINNY IS NO STREETWALKER! HOW DARE YOU CALL HER THAT! SHE IS A FINE YOUNG LADY! I RAISE MY CHILDREN RIGHT. GINNY IS PERFECTLY WELL MANNERED."
Madame Longbottom just raised one of her perfectly manicured white eyebrows as she calmly replied "No? And what does one call a young lady that dares to show her face in public in her underclothes and presume such intimacy with a Lord of his Family Line who clearly shows no interest?"
Molly was left stuttering speechless and embarrassed at that. A crowd of Slytherin boys and Ravenclaw girls had by now fully formed around the situation and began to gossip, drawing the ire of the Headmaster who stood by the side of Mrs. Weasley.
Albus Dumbledore drew upon the most severe disappointed look he could manage from his arsenal and stared squarely at Madame Longbottom.
"Augusta Longbottom...never in all my years have I seen you behave in such a vile way. I respectfully demand that you apologize for your treatment to Mrs. Weasley and Miss Weasley as well as inform me directly where you took two of my students without permission this afternoon." To the students, he turned on his grandfatherly look and ordered them out of the hall lest points be taken.
"Do not try that act of emotional magick against me, you old snake." Sneered Madame Longbottom menacingly, "I will not stand for it!" Glaring at Dumbledore until the old wizard had no choice but to back down, Madame Longbottom smiled winningly as Dumbledore looked away from the conflict and went to console the Weasley's.
Sufficiently assured that the situation was well in hand, Madame Longbottom bowed regally before her Lord and beloved Grandson and kissed his cheek. Bowing also to her charge, the new Lord Potter. She leaned heavily on her stick and exited the castle.
Albus stood shell-shocked at the way he had just been treated. No one had ever before dared to treat Albus Percival Brian Wulfric Dumbledore in such a manner, from that moment on, he swore to wreak an even heavier revenge upon those brats. He had roped Minerva in simply enough, that old witch was besot with him ever since he was her Professor in school. Poppy? Well, Poppy was a special case. A simple memory modification potion mixed with a personality changing spell turned her from the sweet tempered nurse that people remembered into the angry she-devil that terrorized the Hospital Wing.
When Albus got back to his office, he immediately sent off another letter to "Horus." He had not received a response to his previous letters and was getting impatient about waiting for instruction. He knew that the current news he had to report wouldn't be received well, and that things were falling apart around him, but he wasn't afraid. His ultimate plan would still succeed and he would still have the boy's powers, no matter who he had to step on to get it. He knew that what he was doing was double-crossing Horus, but he knew that if he had the power of both boys, that he'd easily be able to kill all who opposed him and claim victory for himself once again.