"Sauronion: Son of Sauron"

By Loki Palmer

Author's Note: Harry Potter and all related characters belong to J.K. Rowling. Lord of the Rings and all related characters and languages belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. Arphen Randir belongs to me. :) Flamers, complainers and whiners can go shag themselves, and now – on with the story!

Chapter 26

With Dionysus's cooking, Hermes's jokes, a beautiful concert from Aphrodite and a Veela choir, Arphen, Harry and company felt the stress of that past Hogwarts term wash away. All noted Arphen's silence about whatever his plan was, but they respected it. If he didn't want to tell, he didn't want to tell. Perhaps he would tell of his plan in his own time, or not.

~FLASHBACK~

When asked about Arphen's silent moods, Nikos said, "Even I don't know what he is thinking, but forcing him to tell is the wrong way to do it."

"We're his friends!" said Hermione. "We can't bear to see him like this! Doesn't he trust us? Doesn't he care for us?"

"Of course I do, Hermione," said Arphen. "The reason why I cannot tell you is that it would break your hearts to know it, and you would try to talk me out of it if you did."

Hermione looked at him as they hugged. "It sounds dangerous."

"I'm sad to say it, but it is dangerous. I cannot tell you any more about the plan."

"Arphen? The version of me ... in your home world ... she didn't die, did she?"

"Die? No, Hermione, she didn't die. In spite of this, Hogwarts had to endure the terrifying sight of me and Harry in a perpetual bad mood – Lacey was a victim as well. We were almost ready to just slaughter the entirety of Slytherin House, but we didn't."

Nikos shuddered. "An Olympian in a perpetual bad mood? I hope nobody has to see that sight this time around ..."

Hermione raised her head from Arphen's chest. "Why do you say that, Nikos?"

"Well, Hermione, if an Olympian is in a bad mood, here's what you do: pray to whatever God or gods you believe in that you are not the Olympian's target ..."

~END FLASHBACK~

No attacks had occurred during the Christmas vacation. That was a relief. It would be a matter of time before the next attack happened.

About a couple weeks into the spring term, Hufflepuff Muggleborn Justin Finch-Fletchley was the next Petrfied victim. To make the situation worse, Sir Nicholas, the Gryffindor ghost, went unconscious at the same time ... well, as unconscious as the imprint of a dead person could be.

Harry, Hermione, and Luna went up with Arphen to the Headmaster's office.

"I am sure Your Highness is aware of this recent attack," said Dumbledore. "How many more students must risk death before Your Highness's plan is successful?"

"Headmaster, think about the victims of these attacks. Colin Creevey and Justin Finch-Fletchley are both Muggleborns. No Slytherins nor Purebloods so far have been victims. The next step would be to oust you as Headmaster, out of concern for the safety of the Muggleborns and other students. Think, Headmaster: outside of Voldemort, who else has you at the top of his Enemy List?"

The door to the Headmaster's office swung wide open. "Ah, Lucy, you're right on time! Punctuality is a beautiful trait to have, you know. How have you been since your Manor exploded?"

In spite of his attempts to keep his cool, Lucius's eyes smoldered as they gazed upon Arphen. "I have nothing to say to you, Lord Arphen. My appointment is with the Headmaster."

"Why have you come, Lucius?"

"Well, Headmaster, the members of the Hogwarts Board of Governors have felt that you have started to lose your touch. All these attacks on Muggleborns – soon, there will be none left. I imagine that would be a dreadful loss for the school."

Arphen, Harry, Hermione, and Luna let out muffled sneezes that sounded like, "Bullshit!"

Lucius ignored the sneezes. "Therefore, I have brought here a petition asking for your dismissal. You will find all 12 of our signatures written on it, I'm sure – YEEEEEOWCH!"

The parchment had burned up, forcing Lucius to drop it.

"In this matter, Lucy, We, the Founder's Heirs, have decided to overrule the Board of Governors. The Board of Governors doesn't have the ultimate authority over Hogwarts – We do!"

"Which Founders, may I ask?"

"I, Lord Arphen Randir, am the Heir of Merlin. He may not have been an official Founder, but he was their advisor."

"I, Lord Harry Potter, am the Heir of Gryffindor."

"I, Lady Hermione Potter, am the Heir of Ravenclaw."

"I, Lady Luna Lovegood, am the Heir of Hufflepuff."

Lucius smirked. "Even if all of you voted to keep the Headmaster, you are one vote short of being unanimous."

"One vote short, you say?" said a voice. "Just a moment."

A burst of green and silver flames revealed ...

"Draco Malfoy?" said Harry, Hermione, and Luna.

"Ah, Draco, my son, how wonderful to see you ..."

"FUCK YOU, YOU ABUSIVE SON OF A BITCH!"

"HOW DARE YOU TALK BACK TO YOUR FATHER?!"

"YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER, AND I WILL NEVER RECOGNIZE YOU AS MINE! I DISOWN MY NAME IN THE MALFOY FAMILY – RON THE FUCKING TROLL BRAIN CAN HAVE IT, HE DESERVES IT! THE HEADMASTER STAYS!"

Lucius drew his wand. "Cruc– "

CRACK! Mjøllner flew out of Arphen's hand to snap Lucius's wand arm.

"Lucy, Lucy, Lucy ... this is a new low for you. Were you about to curse your former son with an Unforgivable - in front of witnesses, no less?"

"You ... rotten ... little ... sassafrackin ... Olympian ... varmint ... when I get ... my hands ... on you ..."

"That's assuming, Lucy, that you have hands. Draco, will you do the honors?"

"With pleasure, Lord Arphen. You snap one hand, I'll snap the other."

CRACK! Both of Lucius's hands snapped with the impact from Arphen's and Draco's shoes. Arphen picked him up.

"The next time I see you, Lucy, will be the day you die."

"This ... isn't ... over ..."

Arphen tossed him down the stairs. "IT SOON WILL BE, YOU WHINY LITTLE FAYGELES BITCH!"

Author's Note: Hilarious, eh? Read and review!

Smiles and laughter,

Loki Palmer