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Harry was pissed.

Not only had the Death Eaters gotten away he had lost Block, Sanhedrin and by the end of the day eleven of the goblin guards.

Moody was out of commission, as was a lot of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

What had they got to show for all that loss and pain?

"Fuck all!" Harry shouted turning to the training dummy, his hand opening out then closing into a tightly clenched fist.

The dummy folded in on itself instantly before rolling inside out only to then be crushed down into a ball of metal the size of a pea.

Harry looked down at his hand as his fingertips burned in the familiar painful way.

He willed the magical shock to abate and within seconds his hand and the underlying pathways were back to normal.

"You really should stop doing that you're at your limit." Nym crossed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She felt the tension, the feeling of rage boiling just under the surface. She squeezed softly pulling him into her embrace.

He resisted momentarily but she felt him sag into her arms completely spent; emotionally and magically. She guided him to his wheelchair.

"Just because you figured a way to force your magical conduits to heal does not mean you will not run out of magic to power them." She chided "If that happens you die, period."

Harry looked up at her "Four hundred and fifty eight dead and another thousand or so injured. Not to forget an entire muggle family wiped out, they had no idea what was going on and no way to defend themselves."

Nym nodded sadly patting his leg.

"It was all planned, but the fucks up top of the ministry waved the whole thing off as a nasty Quidditch riot that got out of hand. FUCK!"

Nym stepped back as energy surged in arcs of lightning up and down his body.

Harry saw the look on her face. He stopped and dropped his gaze.

"Sorry my love..." he apologised.

"You are the most powerful wizard I know." Nym noted leaning down to enwrap him once again "Dangerously so, to yourself more so than others."

"Your point?" He queried looking up.

"What was the latest opinion poll review sent by Barnabas?"

Harry waved his hand and a sheet of parchment flew from a table across the room.


Lord Harry Potter 'A Summary''

Of 2886 persons asked the initial question "Do you know of Lord Harry Potter?"

2810 (97.37%) replied YES

76 (2.63) replied NO

0 (0%) replied UNSURE

Thus polled from 2810 persons

Demographic:

1048 (37.3%) Pureblood

1283 (45.66%) Halfblood

395 (14.06%) Muggleborn

84 (2.99%) refused to answer

Of which:

2219 (78.97%) Female

591 (21.03%) Male

Averaged figures for your convenience have been used for this summary:

In recent weeks Lord Potter has been noted repeatedly in many news articles. Are you concerned about what is being factually reported of him?

18% VERY CONCERNED

48% CONCERNED

30% UNSURE/INDIFFERENT

4% UNCONCERNED

Personally. What alignment do you believe Lord Potter is?

8% LIGHT

27% GREY

59% DARK

6% UNSURE

Personally. What do you think Lord Potter is?

2% GOOD

12% NEUTRAL

67% EVIL

19% UNSURE

Personally. Do you feel the Ministry is dealing appropriately with Lord Potter?

51% YES

46% NO

3% UNSURE/INDIFFERENT

Personally. Do you believe that the Ministry should investigate Lord Potter's dealings with the Goblin Nation?

65% YES

9% NO

26% UNSURE/INDIFFERENT

Personally. Do you believe Lord Potter is a threat to the safety of the Magical Community by amassing an army of orc warriors even thought this is not a crime?

25% YES

22% NO

43% UNSURE/INDIFFERENT

Although no evidence has been formally presented. Do you believe Lord Potter is a Dark Lord in the making?

44% YES

21% NO

35% UNSURE/INDIFFERENT

NOT SUMMARIZED

Overall. Do you personally approve of Lord Harry Potter's actions?

APPROVE: 852 (30.23%)

DISAPPROVE: 909 (32.25%)

INDIFFERENT: 293 (10.39%)

UNSURE: 756 (26.82%)


"Well we could always go with Moody's plan B." Nym remarked after rereading the document.

Harry grinned. "That would make a bit of an uproar but at least it may get things back on track."

"The Quidditch World Cup attack had nothing to do with us..." She paused and smiled "Well you, but once the real facts get leaked it would be best if we had the support of numbers."

Harry nodded and stood "I will get on to it."


The first order of business had nothing to do with gold.

"I want an army, a proper army prepared for anything."

Ragnok paused finding the words "I understand that the guards sent to your service were lacking but if the papers get wind of the Goblin Nation supporting you with troops then..."

Harry stood, slamming both fists into the granite table splintering the area under his hands.

"I don't give a flying shit about my public image or what those bastards say. Either replenish my household guard with warriors or I will go and find mercenaries someplace else."

"Fine…" Ragnok said thinly "I will give you fifty goblin warriors, full armour and weapons, the six remaining goblin guards will be sent to Lord Blacks residence where ever that is and I will personally select the orcs to for your personal guard."

Harry bowed and left the room.


As Harry walked from the main conference room and through the grand and ornate lobby of Gringotts, past the tellers and impatiently waiting patrons he noted the looks and stares from the witches and wizards.

He had grown accustomed to the looks he received at Hogwarts a mix of awe and respect but here he could only feel fear and contempt.

Helga appeared at his side as he exited the bank. The oppressiveness he felt inside left him instantly until he looked at Helga's apparel. She wore Sanhedrin gauntlets and Blocks pauldron in honour of their memory and of their loss.

It had taken Nym most the day after the event to comfort the orc and bring her out of the spiralling depression she had fallen into the moment the fight had ended that fateful day.

Harry had not asked how Nym had accomplished it, nor would he, but she came to his bed afterwards she smelled of wet earth and mulled wine. Two scents that Harry had only ever smelt after an exhausting Moody inspired training session with Helga.

"Fifty warriors?" he noted drawing his gaze from her back to the alley below.

"I don't believe that will be enough even if the warriors are a whole magnitude better trained and armed than the guards were." She replied.

"It will not go down well with the goblins but I have dwarf engineers and elven archers on the way from the Swiss Alps and the Black Forest respectively. Moody already had the Donjon prepared so once everyone arrives we will make the move into our new quarters."

"More will be needed." She repeated.

"More will come in time." He sighed before apparating away.


Moody's Plan B was simple. "If it all goes to pot why not just give them what they want".

Set into the middle of nowhere in a magical community known simply as Forgers Folly. Moody had, under Harry's direction, constructed from scratch a new manor house for House Potter.

It was a battle keep based on a concentric castle design that had been shaped into a ritual pentagram to boost the defensive magical barriers.

It had a moat that encircled an outer boundary founded with five high stone gatehouses and ten low stone towers provided the primary defensive line. The towers were being outfitted with Dwarf made ballista and magical cannon.

Within that outer defence was to two ring walls, a high outer-inner wall set with five massive towers and a lower inner-inner wall ringed with spires for the magical amplification and projection of the defensive barrier.

The keep being heavily protected at the heart of the compound was imposingly protected on its lonesome. Eight sided with even higher towers and a central spire.

It nearly rival Azkaban in height but where Azkaban was design to hold things inside this keep was designed to do both.

The entire complex overall was massive and in its entirety had taken over two whole years to complete, with house elves and golems as the primary workers.

Two interconnected and expandable barracks, a full armoury and magazine. With quarters for servants and over a hundred guest rooms ready for use. Infirmary, library and potion workshops. A well-stocked blacksmith and a full larder, granary and warehouse.

The actual living quarters were in the top section of the keep.

It was unknown how many levels were actually present at any one time as they were added and subtracted as they were required.

It was christened Donjon Potter (or Potters Keep), Donjon for short, and was nigh self-sufficient; the property being bordered by fields and orchards that had been planted and maintained since the year prior.


Harry sat in the central great hall and cringed. He looked, or as Andy had taught him, he SURVEYED the room with a genuine sneer.

It was essentially a throne room at the centre of the lowest level. Highly secure and always guarded with Goblin warriors lining the walls. It was gaudily decorated with banners and tapestries.

At one end was a door that was big enough for a giant to easily walk through without stooping. Whilst at the other end set on a platform that was several feet higher than the rest of the room was a large ornately desecrated chair.

Twas upon this he now sat.

The whole thing was a ruse, meant for entertaining guests and intimidating enemies.

A less similar room, built more like a muggle conference area slash office, was about halfway up the central spire and would be the actual meeting room.

It had panoramic views of the estate and felt friendly with soft leather chairs and a grand but in no way intimating desk and conference table where he could sit and communicate with his associates as needed.

Hopefully anyone who managed to infiltrate the Donjon would go to the wrong area and be killed long before he had to deal with them personally.