Posted January 19, 2016
SUMMARY: Arthur at last gets scanned for unwanted spells thanks to Bill; a day of reckoning comes for Dumbledore, the English Wizengamot, and Minister Fudge; and a back yard party at Rasalas' place is interrupted by disturbing news from Camelot...
Act IV, Episode 14
IT ALL COMES HOME TO ROOST
May/June, 2007
"Curses are like young chicken: they always come home to roost."
- Robert Southey, The Curse of Kehama
Same Day
"Some part of me is saying 'to hell with it, let's nail him to the wall'," Rasalas muttered, as the smaller group retreated back into the sanctuary's common room. "He demonstrates over and over again that he can't be trusted, withholds vital information, talks out of both sides of his mouth, ad nausea."
"And you know that, if you wish to do so, all you need to do is ask," said Kate, "We have evidence that would easily bury him."
"His removal from Hogwarts will be a terrible strike against him," said Arthur, "Damaging to his credibility, and it will cause those who follow him to question his reputation."
"Which is why I'm not pushing for a full investigation just yet," said Rasalas.
"What's the evidence?" Brady wondered.
"The most damning? We were able to speak with Gellert Grindelwald, the dark wizard Dumbledore defeated in 1945," said Chris.
"If he was defeated, why does he remain alive?" Accolon questioned.
Rasalas let out a snort. "Come on. It's Dumbledore we're talking about. He'd probably coo and coddle Voldemort if he could."
That earned a vicious smirk from Marcus. "Yet another reason there are many with little faith in the man. Not all can be saved. Couple that with the contempt shown Slytherin..."
"Ron showed me a pensieve memory of the end-of-year feast from my first year," said Rasalas. "That was just plain mean, what he did."
"What happened?" Brady wanted to know.
"You know of the house point system?" At Brady's nod, Rasalas continued, "Due to a few mishaps, all of them on my account, and that of my friends, Slytherin held the most points at the end of the school year. Now, the house with the most points wins the House Cup. It's a trophy, and of course it comes with lots of prestige."
"And braggin' rights."
"Exactly. So anyway. Slytherin had the most points at the start of the feast."
"Cue our meddling headmaster," Marcus sneered, "Awards a boat load of points to Gryffindor, including for I quote, 'Pure nerve and outstanding courage'."
"Yeah, those were for me. I was only eleven at the time, and it felt good to see Malfoy wither just a little bit... but really, in the grand scheme of things, it was a terrible thing to do. The entire house was practically shamed and humiliated in front of the school body. I'm truly sorry that happened, and it's no wonder Slytherins have so much animosity for the rest of the school."
"A terrible example for young, impressionable minds," said Arthur, "Has the board of governors ever took him to task over such behaviour?"
"At this point, I'm not sure," Rasalas admitted. "Though I suspect that's gonna change."
"Even without the criminal investigation, it's likely the board will do a quiet investigation of their own. According to my records, both Amelia Bones and Augusta Longbottom are members," said Kate. "Putting charms and spells on teachers without their knowledge... I think that revelation alone will be above and beyond disturbing.
"At any rate... back to Grindelwald. All of you are aware, Dumbledore is one of three siblings—"
Rasalas was surprised. "Really?"
"Oh. I stand corrected then. Albus is the oldest of three siblings. Aberforth, the middle child, owns a small pub in Hogsmeade. Ariana, the youngest, meanwhile, died when she was fourteen. I won't get into the wheres or the whys, but her magic was uncontrollable, and during a duel involving Aberforth, Albus, and Grindelwald, she was hit by a stray spell and killed instantly."
"But your meeting with Grindelwald..." Arthur began.
"Yes, exactly. Chris and I travelled to Nurmengard, a wizarding prison located in eastern Germany, and interviewed the former dark wizard. Our questions focused on his relationship with Dumbledore, with the intent of discovering inconsistencies with his views on matters.
"It led us to information about the incident in which Ariana was killed. He produced a memory which we viewed in a pensieve—odd that such measure was not taken at the time."
"Perhaps Dumbledore was afraid to learn the truth," said Cai. "To kill your own kin, no matter the circumstance, it would weigh heavily on the heart."
"So Dumbledore did it," said Rasalas.
"Thing is, there's more to it," said Chris. "You're aware that memories can be tampered with and so on?"
"As was the case with Professor Slughorn earlier this year, yes," Rasalas remembered.
"This isn't about the owner of the memory masking it," said Kate.
"Obliviation," said Rasalas. "So Dumbledore Obliviated Grindelwald."
"Very good."
"'cause Dumbledore really knows what happened," Brady guessed.
"The DMLE's crime lab and the Department of Mysteries was very helpful in uncovering the unaltered memories," said Chris.
"One might consider that rather subjective," said Accolon, "In your court, the validity might be called into question."
"If the crown solicitor has their wits about them, they will have plenty of expert evidence as support," said Kate.
"What sort of spell did Dumbledore use—"
Rasalas let out a snort. "Three guesses, the first two don't count."
"No. It wasn't the killing curse," said Kate. "Quite honestly, I don't think Dumbledore would be able to cast it. The man has very little in terms of true hate for someone. And all of you know, one must have a well of hate to draw on to make that spell work."
"This is true," Rasalas admitted.
"Could you?" Accolon wondered.
"Cast the killing curse? I... no. No I couldn't. Beside the point, I wouldn't, even if I could. The killing curse is terrible magic. It strikes against everything the goddess stands for."
"And we're getting off track again. Thing being, Dumbledore did most definitely kill his sister, quite intentionally. What reason, it's not for certain."
"If he was carin' for her... maybe he resented it," Brady guessed, "Seen that happen before."
"It's a likely explanation," Kate agreed.
"And it would be most damaging to the image he's made of himself. This piece of evidence would see his reputation utterly destroyed, and whatever schemes and plans he's got afoot would come crashing down around his ears," said Chris.
"We sit on it for now. Once this—" Rasalas gestured to his scar, "—is gone, then we can deal with Dumbledore for good. Even if it's just a meeting to set the record straight, if you get my point. I imagine there's evidence of other things he's done that would be damaging."
"There is. But this is your show, Rasalas. We just wait on your word," said Kate.
Rasalas leaned back on the couch, and blew out a breath. "Still can't believe he put a hate-compulsion charm on Snape, though. Explains so much."
"Or that he put charms on the teachers without their knowledge," said Bill, at last joining the conversation. He'd been on a fire-call with someone.
"Speaking of which," said Arthur, "There have been many occasions when I have questioned if perhaps I might be under the influence of spells. Know that there are many who would wish me harm, just as there were those who acted against my father."
"Bloody hell... should have been done a long time ago," said Rasalas, "I've kept meaning to get Bill's opinion on exactly that."
"It's not a far-fetched scenario," Bill agreed, "If you're willing, sir."
"Bill, it's Arthur. No need for formality in the company of friends. And yes, I'm willing."
"Oh. Err... quite right. Then hold still. Uh... Rasalas, if you could sit apart, so as not to confuse the result."
"Right."
Rasalas shifted over so there was ample space, and Bill produced his wand. Such as he'd done with Snape and McGonagall, he waved it in a wide arc, muttering a series of spells.
This time, only a few threads wafted from the King's chest, one to link with the sword at his hip, one seeming to fizzle out a short distance into the air, while the rest streamed through the door back to Camelot.
"The fizzling thread... family," Arthur guessed, "My banished son."
"Right. That one..." Bill pointed to another blue thread, "Links likely to your sister. You share a magical bond with her."
"Naturally."
"Those, however... someone has indeed placed magic-blocking charms on you."
"My mother, perhaps?"
"No. It would have broken when you reached maturity," said Rasalas, "And considering your mum was—I mean, is—a witch of the old magic... that wouldn't be done."
Bill shook his head. "No, this was with malice. This kind of magic... these are curses. Not performed with a wand, but rather through ritual."
"Neither my mother or Aunt Viviane would do such a thing."
"Perhaps your aunt Morgause, sire," Cai suggested, "It is known she lusts for power and prestige."
Rasalas remained quiet. Though nothing was said in the legend, it was a very likely possibility, considering the curses she'd placed on Gwenhwyfar.
"The better question... are you able to remove those curses?" Arthur questioned.
"I'll need you to remain very still. I have dealt with such magic, and getting it wrong... could have severe consequences."
"Perhaps, if we were to take this back to Avalon. A positive boost in ambient magic might make the task less taxing," Accolon suggested.
Bill gave a nod, and stowed his wand. "And if I'm unsuccessful, Viviane and Morgaine might know other ways to solve our problem."
"In that case. We will be returning to the office," said Kate, "There's a lot of material to go over with what we've discovered here."
"Of course."
A few minutes later, the group had returned to Avalon's stone circle. Both Viviane and Morgaine also attended, but it was still Bill's show, as he again produced his wand. As he worked, the discussion continued.
"It does not surprise me that my sister would do this sort of thing," Viviane commented.
"Just as she likely poisoned Mordred with her words," said Morgaine, "I did have a few reservations leaving him with her. Now my fears have come to pass."
"There's no way you could have known," said Rasalas, "And though we knew, we couldn't tell you."
"I know, Rasalas. Do not blame yourself, your reasons are most certainly valid. Even if you had to witness the event unfold."
"Doesn't mean I have to like it."
"And there... that's one," said Bill, as a dark thread snapped and withered away. Two others still remained, wafting off to the northeast.
"Still can't believe she conducted not one but three different rituals. This... this is a crime, really," said Rasalas.
"And chasin' after her ain' gon' fix it," said Brady, "'an worse, what's stoppin' her from doin' it again?"
"I'll put a few safeguards in place so it can't be repeated," said Bill. "And if we leave her be, she won't be any wiser."
"Aunt Morgause and her plots... I have to wonder if she may have had something to do with Gwenhwyfar being unable to conceive."
Viviane frowned but gave a nod. "It's a likely possibility, Morgaine."
"My largest wish, is that I had met you much sooner, Rasalas," said Arthur, "Perhaps, then, Gwen would have been able to produce an heir. Our love aside, the kingdom needs an heir."
"And hindsight is twenty-twenty, sir," said Bill. It was then another thread snapped and withered. "One more to go."
"With luck, sire, you should be able to catch up with us, with your abilities uncapped," said Accolon.
"It is the hope," Arthur agreed.
Now, the final thread snapped and withered. Arthur felt a shudder, as if something within him had been freed of its bounds.
"Goddess..." he whispered.
"How do you feel?" Bill questioned.
Arthur smiled. "As though something within has been unleashed from captivity."
"I know it's likely you're going to want to try things out, I would suggest waiting until tomorrow at least. Let your body and your subconscious mind adjust to the change that's just taken place. Perhaps we might even fire-call Healer Theresa, just to make sure there are no lingering effects," said Bill.
Arthur seemed to think a moment. "As this is your area of expertise, I think it's best to follow your advice. Your assistance today is greatly appreciated."
"In your service, your majesty," said Bill, with a brief bow of the head.
SNAPE RESIGNS FROM HOGWARTS
Well-known potions master, and long-time Hogwarts professor Severus Snape officially resigned from the school's faculty yesterday, citing personal differences with the headmaster.
His tenure as Potions Professor up to the end of last year, and Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor this year, have been categorized as turbulent at best, and according to some, outright volatile. Make no mistake, however, the man has left his mark on more than a few generations of Hogwarts alumni.
For the remainder of the term, the rest of the teaching staff will take turns looking after the class, and headmaster Dumbledore has already commenced a search for a replacement for September, something that has been routine since the fifties, as no Dark Arts Defence professor has lasted beyond a single school year in the position.
For the next few days, Arthur found magical training to be a much more engaging—and much more productive experience. He was still very far behind the others, but there was progress. Far more progress than only days before. By end of training Thursday, he was able to sense the magical energy around him, a key to tapping into it.
Returning to the sanctuary for the night, they found Kate waiting, along with Amelia Bones.
"Madam Bones," Rasalas greeted.
"Sir Rasalas, your majesty, we can wait no longer," said the former head of England's DMLE. "The Wizengamot must be forcibly convened."
"How quickly?"
"For tomorrow morning."
"Is that possible?" Arthur questioned.
"It's one of the Peverells' powers within the Wizengamot."
"Perhaps we should have been summoned sooner," said Arthur.
"And I suggested this could wait until you all returned, given members of the Wizengamot only need a few hours' notice."
"What kind of notice will they receive?"
"The time of the sitting, and its purpose," answered Bones. "And the purpose, is the vote of non-confidence."
"Except that, it needs to go above that," said Rasalas, "In our last meeting, we all agreed that it's not just Fudge who's guilty of abusing his powers... it roots back to the Wizengamot members themselves."
"And it's within your power to act. Elections have traditionally taken place on a Monday, so you have the choice of the 9th, 16th, or 23rd of July."
"What will happen to the Wizengamot members?"
"Some of the seats are hereditary, and those members will return with the new sitting—though there is an exception which I'll go over with you in the weeks ahead. The rest go up for election, just as the minister's position.
"Like the Muggle government, any committees, panels, and pending legislation will also be squashed when the Wizengamot is dissolved, though the body will have the right to revisit those items when it reconvenes.
"And your majesty... though I'm sure you and your knights would like to be there, it's likely—"
"An unwise action," Arthur finished. "I trust Sir Peverell to act with the best interests of Briton in mind. Do know, he has replaced Mordred as my war-duke."
"Indeed?" Madam Bones looked impressed. "That certainly elevates status. Sir Peverell is then acting in your stead, with your sanction... is that safe to say?"
"It is."
Rasalas smirked. "Poor Fudge. Has no clue what he's in for."
June 1, 2007
Ministry of Magic, London, U.K.
8:58a
Minister Fudge tromped down the stairs from level nine to level ten, and the courts. "Blasted boy and his proclamations! Titles be damned," he thundered in his head. Clenched in his right fist was the summons, delivered only ten minutes prior, by a white snowy owl. Didn't that bird belong to P-peverell?
No matter. Fudge would shower platitudes on the boy, before finally putting the muckraker in his place, heritage be damned! The nerve, usurping the minister's authority... disrupting schedules and the like... see how he likes it, chained to a wall in ministry holding...
He stepped through the doors to court room ten, and stopped... realizing the room was crammed with people. Not just the members of the Wizengamot, but... members of the public as well. The galleries were packed. What in the world?
"You're late," came Rasalas' voice.
A stone dropped into the pit of Fudge's stomach. Nearly two years ago, the roles had been reversed. Now, the boy—or man, stood below the raised seat where Fudge normally sat, along with a few others... that American wizard—Muggle... Fudge was unsure how to describe him... and how was that even possible?!
"Come on Fudge, take your seat so we can get on with this," said Bones, from her seat.
Fudge hurried around, and up the stairway at one end of the raised seating, then shuffled his way along to his seat.
"Now that we are all here," said Dumbledore(1), "Proceeding this first day of June, a motion brought forward by Sir Rasalas Peverell nee Harry James Potter, a motion of non-confidence to be weighed against Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister For Magic.
"Sir Peverell, you may present your evidence."
"Thank you, chief warlock," said Rasalas. "My life has been no picnic. In fact, there are many facets of my life I would not foist on my worst enemy. Some incidents have been my fault, and I do accept blame in those cases.
"However, many incidents have been exacerbated by outside interference. Many of those responsible for such outside interference have faced justice recently, and more will face justice in the near future.
"All of you take note of the number of empty seats in your membership. All of them aligned themselves with Tom Riddle, better known as Voldemort..."
He waited for nearly a minute for the expected response to die down. In the end, Dumbledore flicked his wand at the ceiling, causing a firework to go off overhead, bringing silence back to the room.
"If you cannot restrain yourselves, you will be asked to leave," said Dumbledore, "Sir Rasalas, please continue."
"Thank you, chief warlock. Now. This meeting isn't specifically about me and my personal difficulties, though they may be somewhat related. This meeting has been called so I can bring about a resolution to a larger issue."
"And what might that be?" Fudge sneered.
"In the time you have held office, you have put your own interests above that of magical England. By your inaction, you have allowed Tom Riddle and his followers to run unchecked, and threaten not only magical England, but the entire world.
"Your inaction has put the Statute of Secrecy at risk, and doing so puts the entire magical community at risk. It's no wonder England was nearly given Rogue Nation status by the I.C.W."
That created yet another uproar in both the membership, and the galleries. This was not public knowledge!
"Yes, I'm just as furious as you are," said Rasalas, turning to face the galleries, "Your minister here, meanwhile, continued to accept bribes from his Death Eater friends, hire Death Eaters to work here at the ministry, stymie and curtail efforts to bolster and expand the Auror office... I have an extensive list of such incidents, collected by my solicitor. All of it will be published through most media outlets in the next couple of days.
"A month ago, when confronted with evidence of his wrongdoing, Fudge then fired Amelia Bones, then head of the DMLE, and attempted to have dozens of Death Eaters released from ministry custody.
"This is not the kind of behavior we either expect or want from our leaders. The minister for magic must be an example of integrity, and demonstrate strong morals, convictions, and leadership. Fudge has done none of these things."
Rasalas turned back to the Wizengamot membership.
"Most of you, meanwhile, have done very little to counter the minister's behaviour. Where were you two years ago, when the minister was running his smear campaign against both Dumbledore and I? This membership has an obligation to keep the minister in check when he goes off the rails... yet you have done nothing.
"You allowed Fudge to meddle at Hogwarts, allowed hundreds of minor children—our very FUTURE... to be subjected to torture. I have a number of friends who are appalled that this was allowed to happen.
"As I compiled the evidence last night, I realized that a motion of non-confidence is insufficient under the circumstance. Consulting with my solicitor and other trusted sources, I have arrived at a decision that will better serve Britain's magical community in the long run.
"Whereas, this body has failed to act in the best interests of magical Britain; and whereas, this body has worked contrary to conventions and articles contained in the international statute of wizarding secrecy;
"We, by rights granted by blood and ancestor, hereby decree that this body of the Wizengamot is henceforth dissolved—"
Pandemonium reigned as the room exploded into angry voices. Rasalas simply stood quietly with his friends, and waited. Might as well let them get it all out of their systems, rather than trying to quell multiple interruptions.
Dumbledore at last had enough, and what sounded like a cannon blast once again restored decorum.
"Sir Peverell, please continue."
"Thank you. Though I only have a few more words to say. An election is to be held on July sixteenth, forty-five days from today. I'm also taking the unprecedented action of recalling each and every seat in this body—"
The room again burst into angry voices.
BANG. The explosion overhead had everyone covering their ears.
"If you wish to preserve your delicate eardrums, you'll reserve further outbursts for when I am finished," said Rasalas, harshly, "This body has abused its power, and has thus far not been made to answer for it. Those of you with up to now hereditary seats have been the biggest culprits, not being forced to answer for your actions and your choices in this chamber.
"Today, that ends with my proclamation, backed by blood and ancestry. This, I do to ensure true fairness in this chamber... that the body who next sits in this chamber truly works for the good of the people of magical England, rather than serve their own selfish drive for power and glory.
"This proclamation shall bear lawful effect by the blood of Peverell, and by order of his majesty King Arthur, High King of magical Britain. Goddess preserve his reign."
Rasalas and his friends then walked out of the chamber, to yet another explosion of outraged voices.
Fudge, meanwhile, sagged in his seat. He'd felt some of the magical tethers which connected him to the ministry snap and shrivel away, so there was no question as to the validity of the brat's orders. There was no question he was of Peverell blood, and what had just taken place, all but proved it.
He remained there for some time, as the room continued to empty. Then—
"Uh, excuse me, but, you need to come with us."
Fudge looked up to see a pair of Aurors had approached.
"What for?"
"You are being placed under arrest. Please surrender your wand," said the second.
"But..."
"Accepting bribes, violations of several international statutes, endangering the Muggle world for starters. Please stand and surrender your wand."
Fudge huffed, but did as asked.
"But... I only did—"
"I must remind you that anything you might say can be used against you."
Fudge mumbled something incoherent, as he was led out of the chamber. Outside of it, no surprise, he found Rasalas and his friends, surrounded by a crowd of reporters, including that vile Skeeter woman—her outlandish outfits could be spotted a mile away.
On sight of the minister, the media circus swiftly surrounded them.
"Minister Fudge! A statement!"
"Anything to say?"
"How do you feel about—"
"Cornelius Oswald Fudge," said Rasalas, just loud enough that the reporters all fell silent.
"Haven't you done enough damage?" Fudge muttered.
"Oh, I think I have just one more thing to do as far as you're concerned, former minister. By your negligence and your acts, you have put not only Britain's magical community at risk, but also the magical world as a whole.
"Thanks to some diligent research on the part of my friends and allies, I have learned that Peverell blood flows through your body. Rather weak given the degrees of separation, but more than enough that I am able to do the following.
"Given your actions, you demonstrate little respect or regard for the magical gifts you have been born with. Therefore, as the Peverell Pater Familias, I do declare that your magical gifts be bound from this point on, for as long as you may live. Find yourself with the abilities less than a squib, and be thankful I take nothing further. Doing so would be depriving England's magical people from seeing you face proper justice for your deeds."
PEVERELL DISSOLVES WIZENGAMOT!
FUDGE HAS MAGIC BOUND, ARRESTED!
ELECTION CALLED FOR JULY 16, ALL SEATS IN PLAY!
In a stunning turn of events yesterday morning, Lord Peverell, the former Harry James Potter, dissolved the Wizengamot and forced an election of all its members, including those holding hereditary seats.
Peverell cited numerous violations committed by the governing body, including negligence concerning the actions of Cornelius Fudge. "By your inaction, you have allowed Tom Riddle and his followers to run unchecked, and threaten not only magical England, but the entire world." These are grave accusations, but evidence received by the Daily Prophet early yesterday afternoon all but verify Lord Peverell's accusations, and only lend credibility to his actions.
Immediately following the Wizengamot session, the now former minister for magic was taken into ministry custody, facing a number of charges stemming from Peverell's evidence. And, as Fudge was led from the chamber, Lord Peverell bound his magic, citing his lack of respect for the magical gifts he was born with.
The former minister's arrest was notable, however, the larger story still remains the questionable act in rescinding hereditary status on all Wizengamot seats, something many long-time members are taking grave offense to.
"It is a direct, violent assault against long-standing traditions and practice," spoke one ousted Wizengamot member, who wishes to remain anonymous. "Hereditary seats in our governing body are not up for debate, this has been part of our forum dating back to the Wizengamot's inception. They were put in place for a reason. I will be seeking the advice of a law-wizard on the matter, and I urge other members to do the same."
Former chief warlock Albus Dumbledore, meanwhile, went on record saying, "Perhaps it may have been a rather strong-arm course of action, but in retrospect, this sort of thing has been a long time coming. Those sitting in the seat of power must treat it with the grave respect it deserves, or find themselves answering to someone, eventually. I also say this to young Sir Peverell directly, that he must be careful, the political arena is no place for amateur mistakes."
Asked as to who is in charge of the ministry at this point, Dumbledore answered, "Ministry departments will function as they always have, and department heads will keep everything in line, and the day-to-day business of running magical Britain will continue... it is business as usual.
"For the next forty-five days, we as a magical population have a chance to decide who will speak for us, and I urge each and every person out there to take up that chance."
As to Lord Peverell himself, when questioned as to the timing of this action, he simply said, "Cornelius Fudge refused to answer to the people. The Wizengamot has been in recess for over a month, violating one of the primary tenets of the body. I was asked to take action, and ensure the will of the people is heard, resulting in this morning's rather brief session.
"It's likely a number of people may resent what I have done, but know that I have taken action because it was required, and those who know me, know I will not back away from a fight for what is right and what is just. What Fudge was doing, was neither. Rather, his actions were selfish and cowardly."
As it now stands, we have now law-making body, meaning that (see THE, page 4)
Peverell's ban from entering England unenforceable (Page 8)
Election Protocol (Page 3)
Wizengamot Members May Challenge Loss of Seats (Page 7)
Peverell Lineage, Where Does His Authority Come From? (Page 8)
Editorial: It All Comes Home To Roost (Page 13)
"How could they... challenge the act?" Accolon wondered, as Rasalas finished reading. It was late that evening, but Hermione had sent up a copy of the Daily Prophet, as they'd printed an evening special.
"It would be heard by the international court instead," said Bill, "The thing being, the Peverells were one of the founders of the modern ministry. They were one of a few families with the powers Rasalas now has."
"Do any other families have similar powers?"
"No," Bill answered, "Thanks to you and Voldemort, they're gone. I think the Prewett line may have, but... no direct line of descent. And no Prewett descendant of any line of descent has held a Wizengamot seat in a long time."
"So your dad, in theory, might have had," said Rasalas.
"Yeah, possibly."
"Sorry."
"We've been over this, Har—Rasalas," said Bill, "It's not your fault."
"The more important question... will he need to do anything, if matters are pressed?" Arthur questioned.
"No. Given it's an internal matter below I.C.W. Jurisdiction, any sort of request will be flat-out denied."
"So is' a catch-twenty-two," said Brady. "Can't stop 'im from doin' it without bein' in session... but the can't call a new session 'till after the election."
"That about sums it up, yeah," Bill agreed.
Rasalas smirked. "Good luck passing any sort of limit legislation. Amelia will just veto it."
"Doubly so, if she becomes minister. Speaking of, you need to set up a time to announce her intention to run. You have any thoughts on where you'll do it?"
"In front of the front doors at Hogwarts. This is about our future as a community. About ensuring my generation's children have a happy, safe world to grow up in."
"And the press will eat it up," said Bill, "Painting that sort of picture is more than likely to win her the election."
"What I'm counting on."
June 4
McGonagall had contacted the school's board of governors as soon as she was able to, following the ill-fated meeting a week prior. With pensieve evidence collected from the deputy headmistress, the board then began conducting a quick investigation of their own.
All of the school's teaching staff, the librarian, the head healer, and the caretaker were interviewed, with more evidence painting a rather startling picture of what was going on in the school. Students were also summoned from all years, as were most of Rasalas' former classmates. It resulted in hours and hours of pensieve memories.
Finally, mid-afternoon that Friday, the board had formed an opinion on the situation at hand, and summoned the headmaster to their chamber.
"Albus, do come have a seat," said Madam Longbottom, "This will be rather brief."
Dumbledore claimed a seat at the table. He was aware of the board's investigation. It wouldn't be the first time he'd been grilled by the board of governors about something.
"A week ago, we were contacted by your deputy concerning a number of disturbing practices which have been ongoing here at Hogwarts—"
"I assure you—"
"Save it, Albus," Madam Bones snapped, "We've heard your platitudes."
"Where was I? Yes, an investigation, which we've been conducting over the past week," Longbottom continued, "Considering my grandson has been involved in some of the incidents in question, I'm appalled. A Basilisk, Albus! And you neglected to warn any of us! Not one, but count at least THREE occasions in which Voldemort was INSIDE the school!"
"We have your healer withholding evidence of abuse and not notifying authorities at the ministry, a caretaker who views the students here with nothing short of malice and contempt," said another board member, "A Death Eater disguised as a close friend..."
"Tell me, Albus, how is it that you DID NOT notice one of your closest friends had been replaced by an impostor?" another questioned.
"You are of course referring to the Triwizard Tournament," said Dumbledore. "Nearing the end of the year, I did begin to have suspicion, and yet I had little proof."
"Other than the fact the man was drinking from a hip flask every hour like clock work," said yet another member, "A number of students we have interviewed all confirm it."
"How is it the man was able to get into the school in the first place? Wards are supposed to be keeping Voldemort's supporters out."
"Unless, you have disabled that ward."
"I needed Severus," Dumbledore answered.
"Ah, the second Death Eater you allowed into the school—"
"Three, actually, Madam Longbottom. This according to testimony from Lord Peverell's closest friends. Peter Pettigrew was in the school the year before the Triwizard Tournament."
"And we arrive at Professor Snape. We've reviewed the house point records for the past decade, that alone painting a vivid picture of his attitude toward the school outside of Slytherin house. You have the same information as we do, Albus, so the question is, why was this not corrected sooner?"
"There were... and still are reasons he was given latitude," Dumbledore responded, "And so I cannot give you an answer on the public record. It must be understood, many sacrifices have been needed. Yes, perhaps Severus was rather unpleasant, at times antagonistic, but his presence was necessary."
Madam Bones was unimpressed with the answer. "Perhaps that might fly with you, but this is our children you are talking about, Albus! His behaviour in the classroom is nothing less than an abomination, a crime! It's no wonder we're seeing fewer and fewer healers and Aurors. Thank everything holy he's tendered his resignation, because quite honestly, I would be demanding it after the evidence we've collected.
"As it stands, the DMLE will be having a very close look at Snape's record, and don't give me the 'greater good' line. You know what he was doing was wrong no matter what angle you take!"
"Far worse, and perhaps the most damning, is the fact you've been using memory charms and compulsion charms on both your teachers and sometimes the students," said Longbottom, "I'm horrified by this information! Tampering with someone's free will, snatching away someone's memories, adjusting them to suit your own ends, and it's been going on for years.
"Quite honestly, perhaps we have dropped the ball in not conducting this sort of audit years ago. Just maybe we would have uncovered these unethical and downright criminal practices you seem to carry out on a regular basis.
"Considering the evidence in front of us, we've come to a decision. You will resign as headmaster of Hogwarts. This will allow you to withdraw with some grace, and retain perhaps some of your dignity intact—though there are some of us who feel you don't deserve the courtesy, once again all considering the evidence in front of us."
"Or," Madam Bones picked up, "You can refuse. Do so, and we will have no choice, but to issue formal notification and relieve you. It will be done very publicly, and you will lose all dignity remaining. Further, I will ensure the DMLE has ALL the evidence and documentation we have collected, and you can be sure a criminal investigation will be opened into your conduct as headmaster."
"You will not appoint a successor—that will fall to us, and we'll make a decision sometime in the next few weeks," spoke another, "Our choice will preferably have no connection with you, and so that will exclude your present staff. Professor McGonagall will retain her position as deputy headmistress, and will temporarily assume your duties until your successor is named."
"So, Albus, we need your decision," said Madam Bones.
Dumbledore removed his glasses, and pinched the bridge of his nose. He could feel a headache coming on, and for the first time in some time, felt every bit of his one-hundred-and-fifty-plus years weighing on him.
"If it is the decision of this board that I am unfit to govern the school, then so be it. You will have my resignation by tomorrow morning."
DUMBLEDORE RETIRES
Hogsmeade (AWP): In a surprise move late yesterday, Albus Dumbledore announced he is retiring as Headmaster come the end of the current school year, citing the need for a fresh face at the historic magical school. He made the announcement yesterday during the evening meal in the school's Great Hall. "After much reflection, I have decided it is time to step aside, and cede the position to a fresh voice, as we enter a new era," said Dumbledore, "It has been a pleasure and a privilege to stand here year after year, and know all of you will be missed as I leave the school for the last time when the term ends later this month."
Requests for a statement from the school's board of governors have all been declined, suggesting that perhaps, his resignation was by no means voluntary. The outgoing headmaster also declined requests for an interview before we went to print...
Rasalas sighed, as he put the paper down. Forcing him out of Hogwarts wasn't the intention. At least not at this point. Voldemort was still a threat, or his followers were. Well. It was too late. What was done, was done.
Of course, he could influence the successor, considering he did have the ear of several people on the board.
It was then a school elf tottered in from the door leading into the school's guest suite.
"Sir Rasalas, headmaster Dumblydore is asking if you can look after Dark Arts Defence this morning."
"Oh. Err..."
"'ya should'a saw that comin'," said Brady.
"Go, Rasalas. We'll see you at lunch time," said Arthur.
Rasalas looked down at the elf. "You can let the headmaster know I'll look after them. But also pass along a message that I won't always be able to."
"Of course." The elf popped away.
June 9
The past week proved to be one of the busiest Rasalas could remember, being crammed with not only training at Avalon, but looking after some of the Dark Arts Defence classes. As it was so close to the end of the year, with many having already sat their exams, most of the class was answering questions and reviewing material. Still, it consumed plenty of time, and Rasalas found the amount of free time he had almost non-existent.
Some evenings had been spent in Camelot's great hall, going over intelligence collected by the knights concerning the approaching threat of the Saxons. It was making for long days, and not a whole lot of sleep. Twice already, Rasalas had used his time-turner just to fit everything in.
Saturday, then, Rasalas insisted that everyone unplug. He wasn't seen until nearly 9 am local time, and after a quick breakfast, headed outside to the back patio of the house. His companions were quick to follow.
He found both Ryan and Aaron already present, enjoying the pool.
"F-f-finally got some t-time to yourself, huh?"
"Piss off," said Rasalas, though he grinned as he said it. "I'll be glad once the school year's done. Looking after even some of the classes, on top of everything else going on right now... bloody hell."
"Well, at least Dumbledore's staying on until the end of the year. Could've been worse," said Aaron.
"This is true. I think next week, I'm gonna scale back training at Avalon. It'll only be a couple of weeks and the school will be closed for the summer, and things can get back to normal."
"Ron and his sister will be staying with us again, right?" Aaron questioned.
"Yeah. So it'll be something like last summer... and I think Hermione's gonna come spend a few weeks, too. And speaking of... they'll likely be spending a bit of time here this afternoon."
"Having the school connected through the sanctuary, it does provide advantage," said Arthur.
"Thank the goddess for that. There's no way I would've been able to keep the schedule I had last week, had I been forced to use port keys. That form of travel, as you guys all know, it's taxing after a while. Twice a day is a lot as it is."
"Speaking of... w-w-we'll be joining you g-g-guys again," said Ryan, "Ma wants me d-d-doing something."
"We would be glad to have you both back at Avalon," said Arthur, "A few of the priestesses have been curious to your absence."
Rasalas grinned. "Wait 'till you see how Arthur's doing now, without blocks on his magic."
"Glad to hear that's been solved, sir," said Aaron.
Shortly after noon hour, both Ron and Hermione stepped out onto the deck, with Ginny and Neville following. Rasalas waved them over.
"So, Professor Peverell, think about a career in teaching?" Neville grinned.
"Well, Mr. Longbottom, I don't know," Rasalas smirked. "Seriously though, it's a thought. Though I don't know if the board would like how I might go about teaching. Avalon magic does work differently than our modern wizardry. And the DADA curriculum is expected to cover certain topics, both on the O.W.L. Exams and the N.E.W.T. Exams, right."
"Harry, there are more than a few who would love to learn what you know," said Hermione. "Maybe you could host a club. I mean, I'm sure you would be allowed."
"It's a thought. Right now, much of my time's being taken up by training. And even outside of training, it seems like that's all I talk about. So it's not an absolute 'no'... but I'm not saying yes to anything right now."
"Gran was impressed with your backing Madam Bones and her run for minister," said Neville, as he claimed one of the deck chairs.
"She was my first choice when all this took off over a month ago."
"A month? Really?"
"When Fudge wouldn't recall the Wizengamot, Madam Bones came for a visit, and we had a discussion. You guys saw the outcome a couple of weeks ago."
"Talk about earth-shaking. Only you, Harry Potter," said Hermione.
That earned yet another grin from Rasalas. "Yeah, chaos and I seem to walk hand in hand."
"Never a dull moment. So Harry. We're coming to stay with you again this summer, no?" Ron asked, as he also found a seat, with Hermione following suit.
"Absolutely. Since your brother's here, staying in the house... and Mrs. Gibson's here, and so is Mrs. Sawyer, no lack of supervision. But really, you guys are old enough as it is."
"I'm not quite," said Ginny, who chose to sit at the edge of the pool, and dangle her legs in the water.
"And that's what your big brothers are for. I already said it before, but I'll say it again. You guys will always be welcome here. You're practically family—your mum saw me as an eighth son, and though I remember little... I cherish what little I do."
Morning passed into afternoon, with Rasalas content to relax and think about things other than training, or the school, or the problems back in England. He was happy seeing his friends able to blow off a bit of steam, and he made a silent decision to maintain the connection to Hogwarts, as long as the headmaster or headmistress allowed it.
He eventually removed his socks and footwear, pulled of his tee shirt, and dove into the pool, as the day got warm. It was shaping up to be another hot summer, and perfectly honest, he was fine with that. That was then the cue for both Arthur and Brady to join, making for a rather busy pool.
"Greetings, all. Hope I am not intruding."
Rasalas glanced up toward the house, finding Lancelot.
"No, not at all. Come join us."
"Too bad we couldn't pay him to dive in without stripping out of his tunic," Aaron stage-whispered to his mate.
Lancelot shrugged, removed his scabbard, and dove head-first into the pool, much to Aaron and Ryan's delight. He surfaced seconds later, and pushed the hair out of his eyes.
"We'd pay you, but we have nothing to offer."
"As long as one of you here is able to spell me dry when time comes to leave," said Lancelot. He swam to the shallow end, but was content to stay in the water.
"How is Gwen doing?" Rasalas asked.
"Better with the nuns. She is in good spirits, if that is your question."
"We've missed your company."
"Until only recently, I believed it unsafe to return to Camelot."
"Had we known, we would have been there when you did. The things Mordred was doing... all of it bordering on insane."
"And we venture into topics best left aside for today, Rasalas," said Arthur, "Let us take time away from such matters."
Rasalas gave a nod. This was true.
The afternoon seemed to race by, and all too soon, Rasalas realized his school friends needed to be back in their dormitories.
"Uh, guys. It's nearly 4 o'clock. The time difference meaning, it's nearly curfew."
"We're still prefects, Harry," said Ron. He and Hermione were cuddled up together in an enlarged deck chair that now resembled an outdoor love seat.
"All right. Another hour then."
It was then that both Betty and Casey stepped out onto the deck, bringing a large platter.
"Get Kreacher or Dobby to help with that," Rasalas suggested.
"They're already workin' on somethin'," said Betty, "We got it in hand."
"Oh."
"Now are your school friends staying?"
"No, it'll be well after curfew," said Rasalas. "Now granted, Professor Snape isn't around, but Filch still is, so..."
"He's still as nasty as ever," said Neville, "He's made a fistful of first years cry with his rubbish."
"Nasty piece of work. Maybe I might lean on whoever the new headmaster or headmistress is, see if we can't get a replacement. He gives squibs a bad name."
"I'm still appalled by the lack of concern parents show surrounding the abuse your school dishes out," said Casey, "If Ryan had been a student there—"
"I w-w-w-wouldn't be a s-s-student for very long," Ryan finished. "'an Ma would prob'ly slap this F-f-filch guy if she could."
That earned grins from Ron and Neville both. Rasalas, meanwhile, couldn't help but laugh.
"Sorry. Just picturing Filch or Snape's reaction. It would be precious."
"Parents have a responsibility to protect their children, Rasalas," said Casey, as she lit the barbecue.
"Except that in the wizarding world, many witches and wizards don't have something called common sense. They expect magic to do the thinking for them. At least that's what I think," said Rasalas, "So much so that someone who is smart, and evil... well... you see what's happened."
The sun had long set, and now the smaller group had gathered in chairs around the small bonfire, with Brady once again plucking out a melody on his guitar. Rasalas was snuggled up against Arthur, content to listen to the conversations between his friends. This sort of day had been needed for some time—perhaps they should have done it sooner.
Granted, with everything that had been going on, there had been little time. But Rasalas realized, sometimes it was critical to make the time, or go spare. It was as simple as that.
Ryan appeared to be back to his old self again, more animated for the first time in two nearly months. His father's death had really hurt, no doubt. Yet, he seemed to be coming to grips with it, at last getting back on his feet. Good on him.
"Before the summer's out, we really should think about going away somewhere," said Aaron.
"Y-yeah, I like that. Take Rasalas out west 'an s-s-see the Rockies."
"Banff, you mean."
"I didn't make it out west," Rasalas admitted, "The travel brochures I looked at did make it look really nice."
"Come down to Georgia," said Brady, "Still owe 'ya a proper tour."
"That's on my list," said Rasalas. "And really... something tells me that the Voldemort thing will be solved by the summer. A gut feeling. Whether it's with Viviane's help, or something else."
It was then a pair of knights rushed out onto the deck.
"Arthur, fellow knights! Urgent news!"
"Let us hear it," said Arthur, as he and Rasalas separated.
"The Lady Viviane! She has been slain! Saxons, they have landed, flooding our shores by the thousands! They make for Camelot, sire!"
UP NEXT: Rasalas, Arthur and the knights make preparations for the battle ahead; and a suggestion Lancelot makes in the sanctuary's planetarium has some unexpected results...
CHAPTER NOTES: So I've twisted a canon event a little... bite me. I did warn of Dumbledore bashing, right?
As to Dumbledore being forced to resign, I'd not really intended for that to happen, but thinking it over, I realized Minerva would never let the memory and compulsion charms slide. The board would be horrified, and it went from there. His resignation was the absolute minimum outcome that's gonna happen here, and count on a criminal investigation.
(1) He may have been removed from the I.C.W., but is still chief warlock of the Wizengamot at the beginning of the proceeding. He would normally oversee the proceeding.
