Chapter 11
Lunch And Luncheon

Warning: Incest; Oral Sex


"Dora?" Amelia Black said, "May I speak to you for a moment? In private?"

Dora Tonks – full first name Nymphadora, but never call her that! – swallowed the piece of hamburger in her mouth and looked up at the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement – and one of her future bosses.

"Sure, boss," Dora said.

She popped the last chip in her mouth, then waved her wand at the empty foam plate in front of her and vanished it. No need for trash cans, when a simple spell vanishes said trash into oblivion. She stood from the picnic table she was sitting at, and followed Amelia inside the Black Family Tent. They sat down in two of the chairs in the small sitting room.

"I assume Harry talked to you about the luncheon Lord Davis has planned?" Amelia asked.

"Sure," Dora said, nodding, "He – er, she – er, Harry said you had personally invited me to the luncheon yourself. Said he didn't exactly get specifics from you, Sirius or James though."

"Lord Davis is meeting with members from the Department of Magical Games and Sports," Amelia said, "to discuss an event beginning at Hogwarts starting the eve before Halloween. Have you ever heard of the Triwizard Tournament?"

"Yeah, sure," Dora said; then her eyes widened. "They're bringing it back? Really? Didn't a lot of people die the last time the Tournament happened? Which is why it was canceled?"

"That is what I recall too," Amelia said, nodding. "From what Sirius and James tell me, Lord Davis personally wants to make sure that doesn't happen again, which is why he is hosting the meeting."

"Why is he hosting it here and now?" Dora asked. "Seems an odd time and place."

"According to Lord Davis, it is the perfect time and place," Amelia said, then raised an eyebrow. "Especially since he wants to make sure certain people couldn't attend said meeting."

"Like who?" Dora asked.

"Albus Dumbledore," Amelia said; Dora's eyes widened, "Yeah, I know. But apparently Lord Davis heard it through certain rumor mills that because the Tournament is taking place at Hogwarts, that Dumbledore feels he should have final say and decision-making in everything. Instead of the Department of Magical Games and Sports. Lord Davis feels Dumbledore's been making poor decisions, and he wants to know what those decisions are. Frankly, from what Sirius and James just told me earlier, I agree with Lord Davis about Dumbledore's poor decision-making."

"What did they tell you?" Dora asked.

"Dumbledore seems to have missed out on one specific key point to hosting an important event at Hogwarts," Amelia said. "Security. There hasn't been any discussion with either myself nor Rufus Scrimgeour about placing any kind of security personnel at Hogwarts for the Tournament."

Dora now had an idea about why Amelia personally wanted to talk to her. But... she wasn't an official Auror yet. Only an Auror-in-Training. Unless...

"Is that why we're having this conversation?" Dora asked. "You want Aurors-In-Training, whom are in our final year in the Corps, to be the security personnel?"

"Maybe I'll send a few of your fellow Aurors-In-Training as part of the team," Amelia said, "But no. A team of current Aurors in the Department will be sent. Enough that we can afford to send anyway. No, I have another possible role for you to play. This role will take several months. You would begin from September 1st, to the last day of term at Hogwarts in late June. If you do well, you'll be instantly promoted into the Department. Trainee Auror Tonks, I am asking you to go undercover as a student in Hogwarts. You can pick what age you wish to be, and which year and House you wish to be in. Basically you'll be acting as a one-year transfer student."

Dora's mind went into overdrive as she considered the possibilities. Her first real undercover role in the field! She had been training for these things but she had never had anything as serious as this before! As a Metamorphmagus, she could appear to be basically any age she wanted to be. However... her mind went straight to the role she wanted.

"Fourteen years old," Dora said, "Fourth year. Gryffindor."

Amelia gave her a knowing smile. "Is this because of Harry?"

Dora blushed. "It will allow me to help Harry with his girl form if he needs me to. Do you believe I should be a volunteer in the Experience then?"

"It would make your role more believable," Amelia said.

"Will that be legal?" Dora asked. "I'm twenty ma'am. The boys I'll be with will be fourteen or fifteen."

"It crosses some morality lines, to be sure," Amelia said. "But as I said, it would make your role be more believable. You could say you were home-schooled, for example. And your parents are so supportive of the Experience, that they're placing you in Hogwarts so you can be a part of the Experience."

Dora nodded. "I might be able to work with that."

"You'd be alright with that, yes?" Amelia asked, "Being with these boys even though they are a few years younger?"

Dora blushed lightly. She couldn't exactly tell Amelia she had plans that afternoon to bed Harry. So, in a sense, she was alright with being with boys that young. She decided on a neutral, diplomatic answer.

"If it strengthens my undercover identity," she said, "I'll do whatever the role requires of me. What is my mission?"

"Two important missions," Amelia said. "As a student, nobody would expect you having a role in investigating any possible threats toward the tournament. I think you might agree with me when there are a lot of untrustworthy types amongst the student population at Hogwarts. Back when I was a student, we called these types 'Junior Death Eaters'. Anyone of these types could want to cause trouble for the Tournament."

"Then why is it my choice for which House I want to be in?" Dora asked. "Wouldn't you like me to be in Slytherin – where the likeliest of 'Junior Death Eaters' are?"

Amelia sighed. "As much as that would be ideal, you would be a target inside Slytherin. Especially as a volunteer for the Experience. No, you'll be better in Gryffindor. Harry and the rest of the Children of the Great Alliance would include you in their group. Anyway, that is your first important mission.

"The second is... well, you'll join the Aurors stationed there if they ever have to take any action. You would have to report to one of the Senior Aurors with updates – two or three times a week – about anything you may have heard going on around Hogwarts that might seem suspicious. More details will come between now and September 1st. However. Very few people outside of the DMLE and Auror Department – and, I suppose, a few of your friends, the Children of the Great Alliance – will know your mission or your real identity."

"So the Department of Magical Games and Sports won't know?" Dora asked.

"No," Amelia said, "I won't be mentioning this at all during Lord Davis' luncheon. We'll only be talking about security presence."

"I see," Dora said. "Even if the Magical Games and Sports crew don't accept security presence -"

"I want you there anyway," Amelia said, smiling. "Correct."

"I accept the mission, ma'am," Dora said.

"Excellent!" Amelia said, "Take a couple of days to decide on your appearance, name, back-story. All those details. Then meet with me. I'll take care of everything else."

"Yes, ma'am," Dora said, "So I can tell Harry, Rose, Eli, Susan...?"

"Anyone you feel you can trust with this information enough that they won't give it away," Amelia said. "Besides, I reckon you're going to be close with that group inside Hogwarts anyway, so they would probably figure out who you were before too long anyway. And I'm sure some of the boys – Harry, Eli, Neville – would feel better to know exactly who you are if they have to... approach you in the Experience."

"You're probably right about that," Dora agreed.

"Well, I believe that is all I need of you at the moment," Amelia said. "Feel free to speak your voice if you wish to comment during the luncheon meeting with Lord Davis and the Games and Sports crew."

"Yes, ma'am," Dora said.

"I want your undercover profile in two days or less," Amelia said.

"I might have it for you before I leave the campgrounds, ma'am," Dora said.

Amelia raised her eyebrows. "That would be excellent if you can achieve it."

"I'll do my best, ma'am," Dora said, "Thank you for the opportunity."

"Given your talents, you're the only one I could approach for this mission, Trainee Tonks," Amelia said, with a smirk. But I wouldn't pass up an opportunity like this when it is so available."

"Of course," Dora said, "But thank you anyway."

"You're welcome," Amelia said, "You're excused."

Dora thanked her boss again, and stood, then exited the tent. She started thinking about the details for her undercover role. As she did, she noticed Harry was no longer at the picnic table. She must have wanted to get back to her normal form.

Shame, Dora thought, She makes a very cute girl!

Dora grinned privately as she noticed Rose Potter head into the Potter Family Tent with a mischievous look on her face. Dora had a feeling she knew exactly what the young witch was going to do. Something about 'lunch'...

Lucky girl.


(Meanwhile...)

It was nearly half-past-noon when Harry stepped back into his bedroom after he had finished his meal, and stripped out of the girls clothes. He was standing in front of the body-length mirror which was still in his room, and had just Morphed back into his normal form. It felt really good seeing his normal face again. And the fact that he no longer had breasts, and his cock had returned to its rightful place.

He had been in his girl form for over an hour between the initial Morph into an identical twin of his sister, to finally returning to his bedroom after lunch. Lunch had been an okay affair. The hamburger and chips he had were delicious, as was most of his mother's cooking. After everyone had gotten used to seeing him in his female form, the novelty of it all had died down, at least for the moment, and normal conversation had resumed. Harry and his friends had discussed their time in the marketplace, and discussed what they had bought while there. It was a unanimous decision that everyone had loved the marketplace.

After the initial awkwardness Eli had toward Harry's female form had gone away, Eli had been able to have conversation with Harry without blushing or staring too long. Harry still needed to have the man-to-man conversation with him about the whole thing, but he figured it could wait until after Lord Davis' luncheon.

Harry was about to turn back to his bed, set on dressing back into the outfit he had worn all morning prior to his Morphing, when he heard a tapping sound on the bedroom door-flap. He walked over to it, held it slightly open, so only his head poked through and found it was Rose.

"Oh, good, you're back to you normal form," Rose said, "Can I come in?"

"Rose, I'm naked," Harry said, "I was just about to get dressed."

"Then I'm not too late!" Rose said, grinning.

Harry spluttered as Rose pushed past him and into his room. Harry sighed and shut the door-flap, then turned to his sister.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"Have you already forgotten?" Rose asked. "I want my lunch!"

Harry didn't need to think too hard to figure out what she meant. "Can it wait until after we get back from Lord Davis' luncheon?"

"I don't want to interfere with your plans with Dora," Rose said. "She wants it to happen after the luncheon."

"Really?" Harry raised, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," Rose said, "But I want my lunch now. Don't worry, I won't take too long. Then you can get dressed and outside before Mum and Daddy come in and look for you. Hermione's promised to delay them if needed."

Harry sighed and smiled. "Fine."

Rose squeaked and grinned. Then she knelt onto the floor of the bedroom and sat on her haunches. Harry stared at her for a moment.

"Stand before me, and I'll kneel before you and suck you off," Rose explained.

Harry raised an eyebrow at her, then sighed and moved to stand in front of her. Rose situated herself so that she was kneeling before him. She grasped his cock with her hand and started stroking him.

"This position you're in," Harry said, looking down at his sister, "It is very submissive of you, you know."

Rose shrugged. "I imagine this will be a common position for us at Hogwarts. Yes, I said 'us'."

"On my knees in front of boys while I'm in my girl form," Harry said.

"Yeah," Rose said. "This kind of thing could happen anywhere at any time. Even the girl's bathrooms."

"What?" Harry asked.

"I was headed to the bathroom once – er – I think it was in April," Rose said, "I went into the bathroom, and right there in front of one of the stalls, a bloke was there, leaning up against the wall, and a girl was kneeling before him, like this, giving him a blow-job. She was definitely a fourth year. He might have been a fifth or sixth year. The bloke... he saw me and grinned at me. And he said... 'Kneel down on the floor next to this one, pretty girl. You can be next after her.' I told him I was thirteen. He seemed disappointed, but he told me 'I'll see you next year then'. I immediately left after that.

"Later that day, I saw the fourth year girl. And I asked her if she had planned on meeting with that guy. She told me 'no'. She had been going to the bathroom, and had finished up, then found him leaning against the wall with his pants around his legs. Apparently, he grabbed her hand, pulled her to the floor, and she had no choice but to blow him. She said she had never met him before. He wasn't in her year, apparently. So yeah, don't go to the bathroom alone in your girl form. Someone could be waiting for you to blow them."

Harry frowned as he watched his sister continue to stroke his cock.

"Did you get the name of this guy?" he asked.

"Harry, he mistook my age," Rose said, "It was a common mistake."

"And that last comment he made?" Harry asked.

"I doubt anything will come out of it," Rose said. "Harry, if he meant any harm to me, he would have probably told me to kneel down on the floor anyway, even after I told him my age. He was just another bloke taking part of the Experience, and when he saw me, he thought I was old enough. That's all. It could have happened to anyone, and I'm sure he's not the only one who made that mistake about girls thirteen or younger. Do you honestly believe I'm the first person to walk in on students taking part in the Experience? Honestly, I'm surprised you haven't. Especially last year! Everyone besides you on the Quidditch team was fourteen and older!"

Harry blushed. "I might not have seen it, but I have heard things after Quidditch practice and matches. They were probably just careful around me because I was thirteen."

"Hmm," Rose said, grinning, "I might just have to try out for Reserve Chaser this year."

Harry rolled his eyes. Rose merely giggled. Then she leaned in toward his cock, and brushed her tongue up the underside it. Her eyes looked into his as she continued licking his cock from stem to tip a few times. Then she wrapped her lips around the tip and proceeded to swallow him. Even though she could swallow him whole, she kept her hand around the stem of his cock to make it easier to pleasure him. Harry hummed at the intense feeling. This was a new experience for him. Neither Rose nor Hermione had knelt before him to give him a blow-job. It was always in bed.

He could see why blokes favored this position. The girl on their knees in front of him, worshiping his cock. If he was that kind of bloke, he'd have felt a kind of power over his sister. But he wasn't that type. He loved his sister, she was his first best friend, and his equal since the day they were born.

All he felt was the love she had for him as her mouth and tongue pleasured him. She then decided on a new approach. She stroked the bottom half of his cock, while sucking and licking on the top half.

Rose's strategy was familiar to him. Hermione had done this on his birthday, and when she gave him oral one time prior. She hadn't been able to swallow him whole until she had practiced oral with her dildo. Before that, she could only go halfway. So she, too, had stroked the bottom half she could not reach. There was one major difference between when the girls did it this way, instead of taking him all in their mouth. Due to the double assault with her mouth and hands, Harry usually only lasted half as long.

Suffice it to say, roughly five minutes after Rose had taken him in her mouth, he felt his orgasm coming. He moaned his sister's name, and that was the only warning she had. She rose her mouth until only the bulbous tip was between her lips, and Harry's orgasm unleashed at that moment, spraying his seed in spurts between her lips. Harry's eyes widened as he watched his sister's cheeks gradually bulge, as if she was a squirrel storing nuts.

Soon, she backed away, but his orgasm wasn't finished. He sprayed one last spurt, which landed across her nose and cheeks. She looked straight into his eyes and opened her mouth, revealing a mouthful of his white, creamy seed. Then she swallowed it in two gulps. She brushed her hand against her face, cleaning his seed from it, and sucked it from her fingers.

She stood up and kissed him softly on the lips. He kissed her back, but she backed away before it could linger.

"Thank you for lunch," Rose said, grinning. "I'll see you outside."

"Mmhmm," Harry said; he was still coming down from post-orgasm bliss. "Love you."

Rose giggled. "Turning into a girl turned you sappy. Love you too, Harry. Hurry up. I expect we're leaving soon!"

Harry playfully glared at her for that 'sappy' remark. She merely chuckled and walked out of the bedroom. He rolled his eyes and muttered about bratty sisters, before proceeding to sit down on his bed. He dressed back into his Quidditch jersey and cargo shorts, relieved that there wasn't a dress code for the luncheon. When he finished getting dressed, he headed back outside. Everyone who was attending the luncheon with him was waiting for him.

"There you are," Lily said, "You took your time. I was just about to come and get you."

Harry couldn't figure out a witty remark that wouldn't give away why he had taken so long. So he merely murmured an apology, which his mother thankfully accepted. When Lily turned away from Harry, he glared at his sister. The brat's only response was to lick her lips. He couldn't believe she had dared to do that! After all it was her fault he took so long. Not that he didn't enjoy the reason behind the delay. Even then...

Vowing revenge, he took his girlfriend's hand and they followed his family and 'extended family' and started the journey toward Lord Davis' tent. James and Sirius lead the way since they knew where to go.


The trip to Lord Davis' tent took roughly ten minutes for Harry, his family and friends to reach. Halfway through the trip, Harry discovered Dora was being uncharacteristically silent, merely listening to the conversation that Harry, Eli and the girls were having.

"You haven't said much since we left the tents, Dora," Harry said, "Something wrong?"

"Hmm?" Dora asked, "Oh. Just thinking about something the boss – Amelia, I mean – asked me to do. She's given me a special undercover mission even though I'm in my last year of training. In fact, she's replacing my final year of training with this mission."

"Oh," Harry said, "Well, if it is a mission, then I won't ask what you'll be doing."

"Actually," Dora said, looking over her shoulder at Amelia, who was talking to Lily – Sirius and James were leading the pack, "She encouraged me to tell you and our friends, in the Children of the Great Alliance. Oh, and you too, Hermione, I guess. The mission has to do with the event coming up at Hogwarts, which will be discussed during Lord Davis' luncheon. Amelia wants me to – er – go undercover as a student at Hogwarts, to uncover any possible wrongdoings students amongst the list of 'usual suspects' may be trying to do. This event is going to be big for International Magical Cooperation and Relations, so I'm sure you can imagine why Amelia, and the Ministry of Magic doesn't want anything to go wrong."

"'Wrongdoings'?" Hermione asked. "Like what?"

"That's the thing, Hermione," Dora said, "There aren't any specifics to this, except for – possibly – trying to sabotage the upcoming event. Anyway, Amelia said it is my decision what my appearance, name, age, and Hogwarts House will be. So – well – Hermione, Rose, I'm going to be your new dorm-mate this year!"

The teens gasped and looked at Dora in shock and awe.

"You're going to be our age – a fourth year in Gryffindor?" Rose asked.

"Yep," Dora said. "When I get around to deciding my appearance, I'll look like I'm your age. Right now, I'm thinking I'm going to be a forgotten cousin of mine – A Black daughter. I need to talk to Sirius and my mother about possible ideas about that. But yeah. I'll be a fourth year transfer student. I'll only be there for a year. Part of my back-story is that my parents want me to... volunteer in the Experience to see how it is. They would be very supportive of the whole Experience thing."

"So you're going to be volunteering for the Experience?" Hermione asked. "Is that legal? You're twenty! Amelia's allowing this?"

Dora shrugged. "She said that – and I quote – 'it crosses some morality lines', but she also told me it would make my undercover role be more believable. It wouldn't be the worst thing I could possibly be doing. One of my trainers at the Corps had several ideas for possible undercover missions I could do in the future. Posing as a child under the age of ten in order to uncover and arrest members of child prostitution rings, and save the children – that was just one of the ideas they had for me."

Harry stared at Dora. Amelia had said he'd do good in the Auror Department with his skill as a Metamorphmagus. Would that be something he'd be doing if he chose that career?

Hermione's eyes widened in horror. "That's – well, I can see how that would probably work. But... bloody hell!"

"Bloody hell indeed," Dora agreed. "So yeah, I'll be your fellow fourth year Gryffindor student this year. Only the Children of the Alliance, the DMLE and Auror Departments, and a few choice Professors will know about it."

"So none of the boys outside the Alliance will know you're actually twenty," Susan said, "And you're participating in the Experience?"

"Like I said – crossing morality lines," Dora said. "It is something that happens a lot in my line of work. Ask your Auntie, Sirius and James about that."

The teens went silent after that, and merely followed James and Sirius as they made their way to Lord Davis' tent. Fifteen minutes after they left their trio of tents, they arrived. A wizard whom Harry assumed was Tracey's father, the Lord Derrick Davis, was greeting wizards and wizards as they made their way into the tent, many of whom were dressed in semi-formal attire. Harry winced as he looked at his own outfit, wishing he had brought something a bit more formal to the campgrounds.

Lord Davis smiled when he saw the new arrivals. "House Potter! House Black-Bones. You've come! Thank you for attending on such short notice."

"When my husband and Lord Potter informed me of one possible topic during your planned meeting, I could not refuse, Lord Davis," Amelia said, "Neither Albus Dumbledore or the members of the Magical Games and Sports contacted me about security presence during the event. If Scrimgeour has heard anything about it, he hasn't told me – if that is the case, I'll give him a piece of my mind."

Lord Davis chuckled. "I'd pay to see that, Director Black. Feel free to bring up the topic yourself during the meeting. I'd love to see my – ahem – honored guests wriggle around while trying to respond."

"I will do that, Lord Davis," Amelia said, "Thank you."

"Lord Davis," James said, "If I may introduce you to my family. My lovely wife, the Lady Potter."

Lord Davis bowed slightly and smiled at Lily. When James introduced the twins, Lord Davis' eyes widened momentarily, and Harry fought to restrain from rolling his eyes when he caught Tracey's father glancing at his scar.

"Harry's girlfriend and plus-one to your luncheon – Hermione Granger," James introduced, following introductions of his wife and children.

"Tracey's spoken highly of you, Miss Granger," Lord Davis said, "You've certainly changed her mind about Muggleborn since she stepped into Hogwarts. I'd say that is a very good thing."

"Thank you, Lord Davis," Hermione said, politely "It is nice to meet you, sir."

Sirius introduced Eli and Dora, while Amelia introduced her niece.

"Head on inside, then," Lord Davis said, "There is a smaller table for the teens to sit at – Tracey and the Greengrass sisters will be sitting there. My Lords and Ladies, feel free to see at the larger table with my other honored guests. Miss Tonks, you may choose either table. There is a large buffet inside. Feel free to grab a plate of anything you want. Oh! Except for the alcohol, young ones! Plenty of butterbeer for you!"

Harry followed his father and Sirius into the tent with the others. At first glance, the tent looked just like the Potter Family Tent, only... bigger. The main area was definitely larger – maybe simply expanded for the luncheon? There was one long table for the adults stretched across the sitting room/dining room, while large circular table was placed nearby.

"You know," Eli said, "We didn't get any dessert for lunch. I think I'll grab a plate of those options."

"Mmm, me too!" Rose said.

Harry decided to refrain from saying Rose had her 'dessert' already. All the teens walked over to the buffet where they grabbed plates and took a few dessert items, as well as bottles of butterbeer. Then they made their way over to the circular table where Tracey Davis and Daphne and Astoria Greengrass were sitting. Dora decided to sit with them too.

"Thank goodness you're all here," Daphne said. "Nobody else decided to bring their children along. We feared we were going to be alone at the table."

"When Dad and Uncle Sirius invited us along, we could hardly say 'no'," Harry said. "We're excited to hear about this... event... that is going on."

"Your father didn't tell you about it?" Tracey asked. "We were told earlier today. The Ministry decided to bring back the Triwizard Tournament, and Hogwarts is hosting it."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise and shock, as did Hermione, Rose, and Susan. Eli merely grinned.

"Wicked!" Eli said, "That will be awesome!"

"Awesome?" Hermione echoed. "Everything I've read about the tournament tells me it is dangerous! Several people died last time! Champions and spectators. And a hostage or two whom were used for one of the tasks."

"Which is why it has been canceled for a very long time," Daphne said. "But yeah, they're bringing it back."

"Father knows all about the history of the Tournament," Tracey said. "He knows how dangerous it was. That is exactly why he's hosting this luncheon. He wants to know what is going to happen, and see if he can influence some – ah – changes to it."

"There is one specific person who won't be here though," Daphne said, "Lord Davis is hosting this meeting today, here and now, for one major reason. So Albus Dumbledore won't stick his long, broken nose into it."

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked; frowning at the disrespect shown for the Hogwarts Headmaster.

"According to Father," Tracey said, "Dumbledore seems to believe that, since Hogwarts is hosting the tournament, that every little detail of the Tournament must be made and finalized with the approval of Dumbledore himself."

"Dumbledore's approval," Eli said, "Instead of the Department of Magical Games and Sports?"

"Exactly," Tracey said, "Today, Father is hosting this luncheon so that he can make sure the Department will make decisions without Dumbledore sticking his nose into it."

"Surely the Headmaster won't want anything to go wrong during the tournament?" Hermione said.

Tracey snorted. "Let's discuss your opinion on that when this meeting is over, shall we?"

Hermione merely frowned. Harry didn't know what to say to her. His parents had told him that they used to look up to Dumbledore. But as they told him and Rose, it was Dumbledore's decision which placed the Potters in that Godric's Hollow Cottage, instead of Potter Manor, which was far more protected. Voldemort couldn't have easily gotten past the Potter Manor wards and enchantments as he had with those on the Cottage. It would have likely taken an hour or two, and by then, James would have gotten his family out of there – or back-up would have come by then. Either way, Dumbledore's decision to advise the Potters to move to Godric's Hollow almost cost the family their lives.

Ever since then, Dumbledore hasn't been too high on the Potter's list of people they implicitly trust with their lives. Because of this, Harry could see why Dumbledore could possibly be an untrustworthy voice in the decision-making for an event such as important and dangerous as the Triwizard Tournament.

Harry's reverie was broken as he caught sight of Lord Davis step into the tent. The luncheon meeting was about to begin.


I NEARLY had Albus Dumbledore enter with Lord Davis, but I didn't for reasons. The first, is that Lord Davis planned this meeting to a point where Albus wouldn't hear about it happening. The Games and Sports crew simply believe they're at a luncheon, because Lord Davis is celebrating the Quidditch World Cup. They're quite wrong.

Dumbledore is similar to canon in this story. He is simply misguided, and he keeps secrets from almost everybody, and information to himself. He believes his decisions are more important than anyone else's and rarely lets other people's different decisions override his. (His letter to Harry may have seemed contradictory to this, but... well, I won't go into that right now.)

Because I can predict one of the possible topics for comments I am going to be getting because of this chapter, I'll say this. YES, I am including this undercover storyline for Dora simply because it adds one more character into the fun and games of the Free Use Experience. That is exactly why I am doing it. At least I'm giving her a believable story arc to go along with it.

Also, that part where Dora talks about "posing as a young child to uncover a prostitution ring" was inspired by an arc in "Return of the Marauders" by TheLastZion.

Next Chapter: The Triwizard Tournament meeting. Things are uncovered, changes are made, and new decisions are decided. Without Dumbledore present, or Barty Crouch, Senior (because he's... busy, as is canon GoF). Or any other tournament officials outside of the Games and Sports.