Chapter 11

Amelia stood and stretched "Being pregnant isn't so bad."

Her secretary smiled at her "Now that you aren't sick so much?"

"Hush you. I'm going to walk around and see what everyone is doing." Amelia walked past her outer office and the Lycan lounging on the sofa rose and followed her. "Nadine you don't have to go." Nadine just looked at her. Amelia smiled "Worth a try." Nadine stayed silent.

Amelia stopped in the Prosecutors section and looked in the open doors. All six desk were buried in paper work. Amelia walked in Lauren Ogden's office and picked up a file. She sat in the desk side chair and looked through it.

Lauren walked in "Madam Bones?"

Amelia smiled "Out being seen. I noticed your desk and all the others is a little full."

Lauren rolled her eyes "Harry having his little fit put paid to a lot of it or it would be worse. The Geezergamot really did have too much time on their hands." Amelia laughed, and Lauren smiled "Now we can concentrate on prosecuting these seemingly professional criminals. Who do you have? Oh, Mundungus. I'm not sure what to do with him. He's had trips through Azkaban, time in the cells. Nothing seems to bother him. We have several career criminals like that, nothing even rising to bodily harm but constant and incorrigible and a list of misdemeanors too long to count."

Amelia nodded "To bad we can't sell him and his ilk and use the money to pay reparations."

Lauren blinked "But we could. Hold on." She turned and dug through her bookcase and then thunked a tome on the desk. She flipped pages for a moment "Yes here it is." She turned the book so Amelia could read it.

Amelia read the pertinent passage and smiled "Her Majesty will flip."

Lauren smiled "A little more concerned about Himself appearing and doing something rude to me."

"Why, what did you do?" Harry appeared in the office. Lauren fell off the chair and Amelia put a hand on her chest.

"Harry!" Amelia barked.

"Yes?"

"What are you doing?"

Harry helped Lauren up "You felt funny so I came to check."

"I felt funny?" Harry nodded. Amelia shook her head "Fine, leaving alone the impossibility of that, we were just brainstorming strategy to deal with career criminals and Lauren found an old law where they could be sold for their crimes and the proceeds used for reparations."

Harry nodded "Who would buy the idiots though?"

Lauren spoke up "I was more planning to threaten them with it unless they got a legitimate job and paid reparations your Grace. We could write up an iron clad oath."

Harry grinned "I'll come and put in the first bid."

Lauren smiled "That will get them moving."

Harry looked at her name plate "Ogden."

Lauren sighed "My grandfather is a dolt your Grace. If it's new he doesn't like it."

Harry sighed "He is a trying man."

Lauren smiled "Kind way to say it."

Harry chuckled and lifted Amelia leading her off talking about her new monocle, Flora had fixed her cursed eye and she had gotten one with no prescription but with all the charms her old one had had plus everything the charms and rune department had come up with for the Dukes Own's Troopers combat eye protection. Once she got used to that they were going to step up through the company grade leadership then Battalion. After that it was all her switching screens through the HUD with blinks.

Nadine smirked at the noises coming from Madam Bones office later. That would take care of her wanderlust, or at least her lust, for a while. The secretary arched a brow and checked the calendar. She knew what that smirk meant on a female Lycan. Three times a week. Well at least Madam Bones was predictable.

TFS

"One knut." Harry smiled from his seat.

Mundungus looked up shocked

Bonecrusher looked at him from in the gallery "Two Sickles. He's worth that as dragon feed."

The auctioneer Harry had brought from the cattle barn in Dyerserg took off on his chant "Two sickles. Who'll give me a three? Two sickles bid, now three now three, will ya give me three? Two sickle bid, now three, now three sickles will ya give me three? Poke him there boys. I know he ain't much but he's what we got" the Aurors poked Mundungus with the canes they had been given making him move around.

Griselda grinned and raised her hand slightly "And the lovely lady is in charge gentlemen who'll give me four?"

Mundungus yelled "I'll swear!"

The auctioneer shook his head "Auctions started, if you're gonna swear better go ahead. Gavel comes down and your sold partner, all sales final. Four ladies and gentlemen four wins the erh, janitor?"

Mundungus raised his hand and read the paper with all his heart. The flash surprised everyone but him.

TFS

"Very nice Harry." The Queen smiled after viewing the memory. They had brought her onboard with it before they tried this idea. "Now what are we doing about these laws?"

Harry smiled "Amelia and her prosecutors along with Minister Creswell and some trusted Wizengamot members are nearly through going through them and then I thought I would throw out the current and impose the new ones."

The Queen smiled "You are engineering yourself out of a job aren't you Gryffindor. These new laws will turn the Wizengamot into the Lords and require a new elected Commons won't they?"

Harry sighed "That's why I'm going to impose them. People like Ogden would start another war over it."

The Queen looked at him "It won't work Harry. Oh they'll run the government and perhaps do it very well. Unfortunately in that world they only advise you."

Harry nodded "Yes Ma'am but I'll be happy to take their advice and only interfere when someone else is impacted. Not a perfect solution but one that is working in the rest of the countries."

The Queen nodded.

TFS

Hermione sat up in the bed and curled in pain. She uncurled in the OB/GYN unit at Overlook Memorial. All the other Beltane women around her on stretchers like her. The charge nurse looked up and pushed the panic button. Duke Gryffindor was far far past a live one. He was hovering about eight inches off the floor.

Tran kicked the door open and his fire team skidded in. Tran looked at Harry "Oh. OK third squad stand down. Harry. Harry. Harry!"

"Babies!"

Daphne sighed "Fleur, Tonks and Niloufer broke him."

Katherine arrived took a look and pulled Harry to Roger like an airship. "We'll come get you when the girls are ready Harry."

TFS

Harry got his hands healed after Hermione broke two fingers and went to Minerva. He shielded the curses and went to the side of the bed. Amelia just smiled and accepted his help as did Luna. Susan tried to kill him. Padma turned him green and Daphne laughed and turned him back. Death looked at him and snarled. Harry got on the bed behind her and hugged her to his front. Her delivery went the smoothest of all after Harry's happy tears hit her bare skin. Su Li struggled and worried everyone until Harry pulled her into his lap held her legs like her feet were in stirrups and they both glowed a pale blue that energized everyone on the labor and delivery floor.

Luna wheeled into the room in a wheelchair and started casting her arithmancy revealing charms. Su glared at her "HAVING A FREAKING BABY HERE MOON UNIT!"

Zara ran in and wheeled a cursing Luna out.

TFS

Harry looked out the window of Hermione's room into a sea of candles. He picked up the twins James and Lily and walked to the window and held them up. The roar shook the hospital. It didn't lessen as he went back and picked up Hugh McGonagall. The others received the same roaring cheers. The chanting began when Harry stood at the window With Su in one arm and Roger Slytherin in the other.

It ended when Harry apparated to the roof and raised his arms, in the quiet he smiled "I love you guys. However there are sick people and babies who need sleep here. So shhhhh! See you tomorrow."

"We love our Babies!" Lavender got the last shot in and the crowd faded away chanting Gryffindor quietly. It was spine tingling.

TFS

Harry appeared in the operations center "General Wilkes?"

"Three aircraft have crashed, one each in the towers of the world trade center and one on the Pentagon. I don't believe there can be any question, this is terrorist activity."

"Magical tie?"

Stella Rimington shook her head "None your Grace."

Harry blinked "That's pretty definitive Mrs. Rimington."

"There has been no chatter in the magical community at all. None. There has been low level chatter in the mundane sphere and a lot of it for months. My estimation is this is the major muscle movement of a group called Al Quida. They are supporting or operating with the Taliban in Afghanistan. The Sultans have fenced them off from the magical world. Mundane Afghanistan right now is hell however."

Harry nodded "Render all assistance possible and stand by. Will they contain those fires?"

General Wilkes shook his head "We don't know Harry. We can't really help much right now. The magical in New York are apparating out as many as they can and obliviating them."

They all sat in the operations center and watched amazed and horrified as the rest of the world when the towers fell.

Harry nodded "Identify and eliminate the radical islamist that could potentially pose any threat to the Duchy or the Caliphates of Egypt and Turkey."

Stella looked at Wilfred. Harry walked out. The Ladies found him in a field of soybeans. Hermione walked up and handed him James. "We can't Harry."

Harry looked at James and then Lily and finally Hermione "I know. As much as I would love to just run through the islamic world take, the women and kids away and kill every male twelve years or older we can't. You know what's pissing me off the most? If Albus and his bitch hadn't had their little spat and had turned those brains to integrating the societies we could have. Do you think Death could bring them here so I could kill them again?"

Death appeared with her daughter Juliette "I could but I'd have to stop the demons from fummmmpo mnep mmh ammms." Death glared at Hermione and flicked her eyes to the hand covering her mouth.

Hermione glared right back "We agreed, not in front of the children."

Death sighed and nodded. Hermione pulled her hand away from Deaths mouth. "Harry I know this is hard to hear but I don't sense anything out of order about all of this and what is going to follow. It's a natural order event, as sad as it is going to be."

Harry nodded "And me killing the radical islamic magical?"

Death nodded "Yes that too."

TFS

Harry dropped the helmet and sat down behind the qualat wall and panted. Tran's squad was there and all of them alive. He smiled "Tran."

"Harry."

"Had a little trouble?"

Tran laughed "A little."

"I brought the boys and girls. We got a Chinook coming in. You want that or you taking the portkeys?"

"Portkeys Harry, I have wounded, if I'm relieved?"

"Sure, we got this Tran. Say hello to Parvati. Home Home Home. Dragon elements Dragon. No quarter." Tran whirled away and Harry stood. He drew the sword and his pistol. He had these fucks where he wanted them now after two years. They were hemmed up in this qualat, the wards were in, and he was finishing this and taking this fucking armor off. The kids were all going to start remembering soon and he wanted them to remember a farmer not a dragon slayer as Pierre thought he was. Pierre would probably forget that, maybe, he hoped.

Death stood on the qalat wall and watched. The other aspects of the elemental forces had bitched but she could give a fuck. No child of the Duchy was growing up without a parent as a result of some fanatical believer in a god of all things. Gods came and went. Clotho could go fuck herself. Atropos already discovered a scythe doesn't turn, it cuts. Maybe the new Atropos would be a little more turnable. Death taking a few souls extra here and there mattered little when that three faced bitch cooked up new and different tortures in her perverted little mind day and night. She thought a moment then shook her head "Nah can't kill all three of them again. Unraveling that fucking ball of string was what drove these ones crazy. War can go fuck himself too. Interfering in his plan. Ha! Four foot of scythe in his gut interfered really badly. Fuckhead.

FST

Harry sat on the porch in a rocking chair looking at the sunset. "All right Harry?"

He turned and looked at Lavender then pulled her into his lap and rested his hand on her bump. "Sorry you had to wait two years."

Lavender grinned "It was worth it, look at the size of these boobs! Besides we had to get that done. We finish things in the Dukes Own."

Harry nodded. Lavender smirked "Besides those boys at that COP with that FLIR needed the entertainment of you knocking half of first Squadron full last year." Harry blushed tomato red. "And the close security girls and Jennifer were so surprised the year before. Good thing Cressida was pregnant when the goddess came visiting mid ocean. Growing those horns makes you forget how to apperate huh?" Harry kissed her quiet.

TFS

Phillip and Elizabeth walked through the campus completely relaxed "Still wish we could move here."

Elizabeth smiled "I was thinking of abdicating in favor of the Duke of Gryffindor."

Phillip froze, then laughed, then had to sit down and laugh some more. He finally managed "Charles would have a stroke."

Elizabeth snorted "Zara would kill me. They just got her story working. That poor rugby player dying in that drink driving accident was a terrible thing for him but well..."

Phillip nodded "Terrible for Harry too. I thought he would die before he figured out how to play and got up to that level."

Elizabeth nodded "That glamour is great though."

TFS

Victoria rolled her eyes "They're tits Coote. Every human has two. Half of us have vaginas too. You've been a perv since first year and you aren't any better now. We're in third year of med school for god's sake. Let me guess, you're going for Gynecology? How are you going to look a vagina in the face if you can't get over looking at my tits in the locker room?"

Ritchie blushed "And you're doing urology aren't you Frobisher?"

"Oncology you perv. We are all getting older."

TFS

Harry got tackled in the back yard "Dad! I'm in! I got on the team!"

Harry smiled "Does your mother know?" He asked seriously. Fleur walked up magnificently pregnant again and Tonks followed her in the same condition. Niloufer showed up with Death on her arm. Both doing the beaming and glowing thing the Ladies did when pregnant, but they weren't showing yet.

Fleur sniffed "Of course I know Harry."

"Well that's great Pierre. What position son?"

"Line Backer!" Fleur rolled her eyes while Harry seamlessly shifted to Knute Rockne mode.

Su giggled "Nothing else he could be really. He's a little tank like the rest of them. They look so cute in those pads and helmets too."

The nanny elves charged the yard and some of the children even made it to their parents before they were scooped up by members of today's honor platoon. The Honor Platoon had become an all day detail once the kids got mobile. The NCO's and Officers couldn't get much work done for all the posturing and gossiping anyway. The kids hypnotized Troopers more than the wives had. The big contest amongst the male troopers was who most in demand was. The females just talked about who had grown the most and was walking best. While they did sock buns on the girls, no product though. Chemicals were not coming near the Regiments children. It was hopeless going to work after that. So after watching one day General Wilkes had made it an all-day duty.

Zara walked out of the house and laughed at the daily party. Pierre spotted her and charged "ZARA!"

The group waited and heard the groan and Pierre whined "The balls the same shape, kinda." Pierre had an immense little boy crush on Zara.

Zara sighed "It's ok sport. At least it's not freaking footy."

"Oi!" Dean shouted from over by the soccer crowd. Zara and Pierre smiled and nodded at each other.

Hermione sat on the grass next to Harry. "Long way from that first night in Gorings."

"The fuck you say!" Harry smiled as he hugged Hermione.

Hermione nodded "I fucking say." Harry faked a heart attack while the kids all giggled.

Lily Gryffindor barked "Mother! Language!"

TFS

Barty Crouch Junior moved through the shadows of Nocturne Alley nervous as a cat. As well he should, this Nocturne Alley had street lights and clean cobbled streets, narrow, but still. Having escaped the castle with Dawlish's help he couldn't afford a mistake even though it had been ten years ago, more even. There were also LE patrols every fifty meters or so it seemed. Adult fun was available but strictly policed apparently. He moved confidently though and made no trouble so while his progress was noted it wasn't impeded. He made it to where Borgin and Burkes used to be and entered the door. He moved to the cabinet and opened it. He was looking in when the shop girl, one of the Rosier cousins, cleared her throat. "Yes I was wondering how much for this wardrobe?"

Natalia Rosier shrugged "Five thousand galleons. It's half of a pair of vanishing cabinets."

Barty nodded "Without the other half however? I'll give you two hundred."

Natalia smiled "I might have been born in the dark but it wasn't last night. I make my living out of this shop. Six thousand."

Barty growled and found himself laying in the alley and an elf glaring at him. He apparated from the ground, he landed and apparated five more times. The LE pair lost him at the third and by the time the on duty flying squad got there the trace was too weak to follow.

Barty lay panting in the crumbling cellar of a farm house on the Crouch estate. The young people gathered there looked at him. "She had an elf. The little bastard surprised me."

Berenice Malfoi snorted "This is what Riddle dealt with? No wonder the usurper killed him and his minions. Your whole plan was useless and was derailed by this elf Crouch. There are enough of us we don't need these hidden routes and skulking about. It is years from Riddles defeat. They are not still on a combat footing as indicated by your escape. We will do this my way now. The usurper will appear for some public event they will announce it in advance in their over confidence and we will be there. We will kill him and his whores and then we will move through these sheep when they are without a leader.

The disaffected in the Wizengamot will join us. We will silence these commoners that think their opinion matters and restore the natural order!"

The youths cheered. These were the ten percenters no program had reached. The disaffected who hadn't needed radicalization, the broken remnants of a world that had ceased to exist in a rain of steel and composition B.

Barty kept his own council. If even the elves would freely take on wizards with barely any provocation he wanted no part of what a legitimizer were could get away with. He was done with these pricks. Russia! Now there was a place where the dark was still the dark!

TFS

Harry looked at the schedule and sighed "There are more events on here than ever. Narcissa when am I supposed to practice with the team?"

Narcissa rolled her eyes "It's on the schedule Harry."

Harry looked at the schedule and blushed "Sorry."

Narcissa smirked "You have Padma in thirty minutes." Harry blushed and Narcissa chuckled "Or Padma will have you rather."

TFS

Berenice paced "Rumor has him with this mundane peer. Suddenly she is watching the games of this mundane sportsman. The usurper and the mundane never appear in the same place and the mundane struggled in a sport he has played all his life. The slippery bastard!"

Berenice opened a laptop and looked up the mundane and then the schedule for Gloucester, then Kensington Park sports grounds. She smiled and wrote the address down.

TFS

Harry was playing hard and well when the blond woman stood and pointed a wand at him. His detail could only turn and orient on her as she fired a killing curse at Harry. He smiled and apparated nearly on top of her in the stands and snatched the wand away with one hand and grabbed her by the neck with the other.

Berenice was shocked at the speed he moved. First he went from complete concentration on the sport, to shock, to dodging a well powered and cast killing curse, to having her by the throat. She smiled grimly, time to use his own tricks. She pulled a pistol from its holster in her left armpit and emptied the magazine in him.

Jennifer apparated on top of the pair and stunned Berenice "Freeze!" She screamed at Harry's detail who were charging up the stairs. The medic of the squad took one look at Harry and put him in stasis. Jennifer keyed her mirror through the blue tooth device in her right ear "Dragon is down. Dust off dust off this is Rapier, nine line follows."

"Rapier this is Archangel send it." Archangel was a CH47M modified and technomanced into a full trauma operating theater. It orbited where Harry was silenced and disillusioned. There were others of its type that had other jobs.

The grounds filled with Aurors and soldiers, a jamming bird lit up and Newcastle on Tyne went completely dark for communications other than the Regiments, police and fire service communications.

TFS

At Overlook the civilians watched Troopers leaving whatever they were doing and running from classroom doors or across the Quad and knew something bad had happened. When the first pair of Aardvarks raced for altitude on full afterburner followed immediately by every other Aardvark that was operational gaining scrambling crew and all the AI-J's shrank and were trucked to the ready Tristar, A line of troops trotted to the Tristar and up the air stairs hooked to it while it started its top main engine, followed by the Little Birds disappearing from their sight, they stopped what they were doing and went home. On the way they saw another Tristar towed out and a crew running to it. It already had its top main engine running and by the time the air stairs arrived another two battalions were in line ready to run up them. On the way past the barracks they could see two lines of Troopers double timing into a portal.

TFS

Hermione sat in the chair at the head of the table in the largest conference room in the Pottery with a look on her face that had everyone being exactly correct. Death standing behind her running a stone slowly over the blade of that scythe and Niloufer looking like a statue of a pissed off avenging angel wasn't helping. "General?"

General Wilkes looked up "Berenice Malfoi, cousins of the British Malfoys'. Jennifer and Lady Bones have her in interrogation now. She appears ready to push through to the more aggressive techniques."

"I don't care if you have to have a golem rape the bitch to death. I want her mind emptied in the next half hour."

"Hermione-"

"Lady Malfoy! This is the business of the Duchy! What is the Dukes status?"

Katherine blinked, so this wasn't her daughter it was the Duchess Gryffindor "The Duke will recover fully your Grace. He has a perforated liver, a punctured lung and several through and through gunshot wounds. All should be repaired by the end of the week. He is unconscious, though shows no sign of neurological trauma other than the concussion he suffered in the fall." Katherine rattled off.

"Thank you Lady Malfoy. Madam Bones?"

"Crowd brought under control and obliviated. The story is Harry's cover ID broke his leg. The cover for the blackout is a fault in a mobile television van took down the power, broadcast and cell phone network. The outage was brief enough it should hold. The game was back in play rapidly. Chief Obliviator Johnson checked herself and the story took, both stories."

Hermione nodded "Thank you."

Madison Milton cracked a little at that point "Find them and bring them to me." She hissed with her face a rictus of perfect rage.

Hermione patted Madison's fist on the table "You heard her Ladies and Gentlemen."

TFS

Walter Krieger looked at the reports "Foolish. Now Gryffindor's Own has an enemy, best to let sleeping dragons strictly alone."

Wilhelm looked at his father "And will we stay out of this as well?"

Walter sighed "No, some of these people are hiding in our friends to the south's area of influence. I will contact a friend. We will set up a meeting."

TFS

"Jean?"

"Malfoi, the whore! Attacked the Duke. The Dukes own has flown into what can only be called a rage and Brittany is where they are looking first."

Appolline blinked "Pack! Why we are here? Where is Harry? How is Fleur? Where is Pierre?" She walked toward the fire.

"They are at Overlook Memorial. Harry was shot."

"Merde! Jean pack! Now!" Appolline changed direction heading for the small anteroom the portal was in.

Jean yelled after her "I have to stay, I am the Minister after all."

Appolline yelled "Fine." Over her shoulder and disappeared through the portal.

Jean sighed, like every husband in history he knew that 'fine' meant exactly the opposite.

TFS

"Duchess?" The Queen raised a brow at Hermione sitting in Harry's chair at the head of the table on her mirror view of the room.

"Duke Gryffindor is unconscious Ma'am."

"Some French Tart shot Harry Gran." Zara was not a happy girl.

The Queen looked to her right and someone left the audience room she was in.

Hermione looked at Zara and put a hand on her arm "We captured the assailant Ma'am. We are interrogating her now. As soon as we know anything we will proceed from there. His Grace's prognosis is excellent and he will recover fully."

The Queen nodded "I expect decency to be observed Gryffindor. I will not have vulgar methods used on this prisoner. You have other means, use them."

Hermione nodded "Ma'am."

"I'm here if you need me Hermione."

Hermione smiled tightly and the mirror blanked. Mohamed and the other heads of state had already called and were committing assets. Field Marshal Krieger had even called and asked for an air liaison so he could attack the Malfois to his south with air cover.

Luna walked over and pulled Hermione up. "Sleep now. Let things unfold a little."

Hermione nodded and let herself be apparated to the suite on the top floor of Overlook Memorial. The suite filled with the Gryffindor Ladies and elves popped in, beds appeared. Hermione crawled in with Harry and pulled him to her. Elle Mae changed her to pajamas.

TFS

"Sir John."

"Your Majesty. We knew absolutely nothing of this assassination attempt."

"Dame Elizabeth?"

"Nothing Your Majesty. The absence of chatter on the magical side possibly should have given us a nudge to look harder."

The Queen nodded "The Duchess Gryffindor could quite possibly tear the magical world open and bathe in its blood. Despite being a sweet girl she can be a vicious beast when provoked. She was the primary architect of what happened on the Salisbury plain. Certainly Duke Gryffindor executed it but she and her Ladies planned it. I cannot think of a more provocative act that attempting to kill her Duke. Please prompt your people to look a little closer and ask for more resources if you need them."

TFS

"So what are you going to do little witch?" Berenice was confident. Her shields had held so far and they didn't know what questions to ask so the plan would still work. Potter was down and as mad as these were he might be dead. A few more hours and the Wizengamot meeting and they would be successful.

Death smiled "Rip your mind to pieces and send you to hell."

The Lycans outside the confinement area smiled at the screams.

TFS

Tonks watched as Luna rolled off station with Timmy. So odd that a plane named Timmy had that impressive nude Hermione on the engine cowl, artfully draped in that sheer silk shorty gown. Dean had done great work. Harry was still mad about it but Hermione blushed and smiled a little every time she saw it and really if you saw her after a run you saw the same things. They ran in sports bras and compression shorts after all. No where to hide in less than a half square meter of spandex. The house below was a smoking hole. "Black elements, Black execute." She put Midnight on the ground and the Auror squad went in as she climbed back off the ground above them. She looked at her copilot "The gloves are off but we need some more prisoners."

Her copilot nodded "Regimental back up is nice though."

Tonks nodded "As long as they don't use head shots we can get what we need."

Farmer shrugged "Even if they do really. Niloufer has that necromancer."

All over the UK this scenario repeated.

TFS

Hermione sat in the Sovereigns seat shrouded in shadow as Augusta gaveled the session open. Tiberius Ogden leapt to his feet "Madam Chief Witch! It is my understanding that the Duke is injured and possibly dead. Shouldn't we roll back these ill-advised changes and return to governance as it has been for a thousand years in this crisis?"

"Treacherous worm." Hermione hissed and the shadows fled from the Sovereigns' seat. "Even if my husband was dead he has a son. You would rob my son's line of their rightful place?"

Ogden smirked "He is but a boy your Grace and you but a woman." He screamed as he flew through the air and hit the flagged floor of the Wizengamot chamber. The members boggled as Hermione levitated to the same floor.

"Defend yourself Ogden you traitorous scum." Hermione never drew her wand she put her hand up and a blue white flame the diameter of a young tree with shock diamonds in it left her hand and burned through the air where Ogden had been. Another flame leapt at him as he scrambled on the floor and the third connected turning him into a human torch. He capered about for a moment burning while the members screamed in terror and Hermione showed a satisfied face. Once he fell then went still and lay burning on the floor Hermione looked up at the members "Next!"

Augusta Longbottom moved to object and Madison Milton dropped her disillusionment charm and shook her head at her. Augusta stilled. Ernest MacMillan shouted "You cannot kill the Lords of the Wizengamot!" he found himself flying through the air just as his friend Tiberius had done.

"You are very much mistaken Lord MacMillan. I have held Harry in check these many years. I have pled your cases and begged him not to kill you and you repay me with treachery. My husband or my son will own what is left of you all. You will swear vassalage or die today."

The members exploded again and then went deathly quiet when hundreds of fully armored and armed troops appeared in the chamber shoulder to shoulder against the walls. Augusta gasped "Duchess you cannot."

"I can, and I will. The alternative is to do as my son asked and kill you all. You have one chance to walk out of here alive. The choice is yours." James Gryffindor appeared beside his mother holding the sword of Gryffindor. The air went out of the room.

Ernest MacMillan snarled "Freedom!" and reached for his wand.

Hermione lifted her hand and he burst into flame. "Granted. Who is next?" Death appeared and picked James up and rested him on her hip with one arm and parked the scythe butt on the floor with the other hand. As she was in her traditional guise it didn't look as odd as it might have. James while only five was not small. Death being nine feet tall, well you can imagine.

Lester Jones chuckled "Told his Grace to do this years ago. Begging your pardon your Grace but most of these are too stupid to be kind to. Do you have the oath written down or would you like it done the old way?"

Andromeda waved her wand and the oaths appeared in front of all those not yet bound by oath or blood.

Madam Rosmerta burst into the Wizengamot wand drawn "Which one of you scum attacked the Duchess?" Her being the leader of the commons and what looked like most of the commons if not all of them behind her, wands drawn and blood in their eyes, silenced the chamber again.

Tonks smiled "Cheers Rosy but we have it. We were just going to swear the Lords and Ladies to vassalage."

Rosmerta frowned "The fuck you say. Oops begging your pardon Hermione, erh your Grace, if there are oaths of vassalage being taken here we want in."

Hermione rolled her eyes "Harry is going to kill me."

Florien Fortescu chuckled "I think he wants something else from you your Grace. He may spank you though."

"Member Fortescu! The Wizengamot is still in session!"

Florien looked at the two burning corpses "Lively debate Gus?"

"Florien!"

TFS

"The fuck you say!"

Hermione glared at Harry "Yes I fucking say damnit."

Harry blinked "Sorry Mi, surprised me. Not something you expect you know, waking up with six hundred odd vassals. Hey wait a minute."

Hermione rolled her eyes "The heads of departments too Harry, and all the Aurors who weren't already sworn. I know it probably extended the time you were unconscious ack! Harry what are you doing!"

Harry pulled her in his bed and rolled on his side and spooned her "Taking a nap."

"Harry? We were going to discuss what to do with that piece of northern Brazil we now have under our control. Well our ally the Field Marshals control but he is ceding it to us. Harry?" Hermione sighed and went with it. The other Ladies all in the huge room smiled and left quietly. All was right with the world again. Well their piece of it.

TFS

Jean Paul Delacour looked at the head of the Surete nationale "Claude."

"Orleons, always crazy people from there, the Malfois among them. Well, we rounded all the plotters up on this side of the channel and while we could give them to Duchess Gryffindor to use for candles I suspect we should try them ourselves. It was quite an extensive little network of Bretons and Normans who felt they had a claim. Malfoi apparently wanted Malfoy and what she considered its assets, Black and Black Industries." Claude Galois gave a very Gallic shrug. "Matter of national pride to do our own laundry I think."

Jean Paul nodded "Not to mention my daughters and wife may decide to kill them themselves. I do want to avoid the loss of territory the Brazilians had to face. I mean he already has Brittany and Normandy, let's not hand him Orleans."

Claude smirked "Duke Gryffindor must be French the way he inspires the Ladies."

Jean glared at him and he laughed. They had been Auror partners together for years.

TFS

Harry sat slumped in his chair and, well pouting really. Rosmerta rolled her eyes "Come on love, it's a way to stop all the idiocy."

"Grrrrr."

Rosmerta eyed him critically "So what's it going to take Harry. Shot of leg, a few drinks, all the seventh year witches?"

"Rosmerta!"

Rosmerta smiled "Well now you're talking again we can get on with it. The Commons feels, as does the Wizengamot, that everyone in your demesnes swearing an oath of fealty to you is the way to stop all the constant pushback against you. We have had the calmest ten years of our lives and perhaps the only decade in our history without a Dark Lord popping up."

"I don't want vassals." Harry grumped.

"Stop being lazy Love." Rosmerta grinned at him.

"Lazy? I have practice three days a week, I have farms to run, and I have thousands of kids and hundreds of wives! How exactly am I being lazy?"

Hermione drummed her fingers on the table in the Three Broomsticks "Something you want to tell us Harry?" Harry gulped "Hundreds of wives and thousands of kids? You lout."

Harry blinked "Uh well you know."

Rosmerta couldn't hold it; she started laughing as Harry looked from one narrow eyed wife to the next. "So you'll take the oaths from each graduating seventh year and their adult family members after the leaving feast and then I think you'll take your hundreds of wives to that nice island of yours. Then we will do it again for every seventh year class from now on and eventually you get them all sworn, may have to do a couple mass oath takings on the side for the ones without kids."

TFS

Elizabeth watched the memory of the conversation and then the oath taking and laughed. Harry was always talking himself into trouble. You'd think he'd learn to shut up. "Well he is working on that hundreds and thousands thing." Elizabeth rolled her eyes at Phillip's comment, speaking of needing to learn to shut up.