Godfather and Godson

by Mark Ward1

Sirius Black was always said to be a playboy. What if he taught his godson a bit of his trade. A more mature and savvy boy-who-lived heads off to Hogwarts for his fourth year. (Harry X Multi, Lemons)

13. Thirteen

Chapter 56: Lavender Brown (R-18)

Walking out of the classroom with a spring in his step, Harry couldn't help it as a smile spread across his face.

If there was one thing he could thank good old Voldy for then it was his memories, who knew the old loony would be interested in Sex Magic. He wondered if he had some bastard out in the world, now that would be a wonder if he had a girl, oh, the wonders he would carry out on her.

Still he had to thank the man, if he didn't pick up this obscure branch of magic who knew if he would have gotten the sexy and mature professor under his grasp crying out his name in ecstasy.

Okay, his charms and good looks would have worked magic, but it would have taken ages and a lot of it.

Suddenly as he was congratulating himself, and wondering all the exciting things they would do next someone grabbed him. If he hadn't immediately noticed who they were then they would have got the good graces of meeting plenty of nasty curses and hexes he picked up from Sirius.

"Lavender? What are you doing?" he asked in surprise as she lead him off.

Turning around to face him as they stood right before a door, she asked in a sultry tone, "Did I say call me Lav?"

"Alright, alright, What are you doing, Lav?" he rephrased with an eye roll.

"Oh, nothing," she answered sweetly as she dragged him beyond the door into a nice little private and most importantly abandon classroom.

Pushing him on to one of the desk, he was surprised, but should have known it when she brought him here, as she began to kiss him. He really did not need to told what to do when a lady kissed you as he returned the gesture with the full intensity that it was given.

Enjoying her full lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist, Lavender soon fell deeply into his administration thanks to the fairly adequate experiences he had under his belt.

Soon they kiss became deeper as they battled tongues with each other and they lost track of time as he slowly began to win out and had her putty in his arms.

Breaking away from the kiss suddenly, Lavender breathed breathlessly as if she had run a mile in a few minutes. "You know I saw you and my sister and your cousin going at it that night?"

Looking wordlessly at her, he did not know what to say, she was the second person he guessed to catch our little escapade. He didn't know who to feel about that on the one hand, he got her eyes on him and on the other she knew she was sleeping with her sister.

He really needed to put wards up next tie he decides to have some fun. He just have everyone and anyone walking in on him.

"I..." he tried to say, but quickly then she had her finger on his lips.

"Shhh, all I ask is that you ravish me just like her, I was waiting for the perfect moment when no one was near you. I will quickly prove I am much better than that old hag!"

Before he knew it she was stripping out of her school robes in a slow and very sensual manner. As one piece of article after the other fell to the floor, he was unsure if he should call this the most fascinating sight ever or the most breathtaking, but it was surely more than enough to stir up his animalistic lust and especially his little brother.

Finally, she was only down to her undergarment which was a sexy red lanced panties and bras that barely hide her bust.

Taking a deep gulp, he enjoyed everything she had to offer as he racked his eyes over every inch of her.

He noted that she had the body of a breeder, one to be fucked and plowed into to your heart's content and cum inside and fill it to the brim with your seed. Just like her older sister, he connected the dot.

Slowly reached out he began to caress her body to his heart's content as his fingers ran over everywhere sending icy shivers down her back and body.

"Ngh..."

After that was said and done he began to casually touch her ample breasts through her red bra and slowly began to remove it clasp by clasp. A slight whimper escaped her mouth as he could feel the shiver racing up her body as his clear molestation.

Delighted at the pleasure he was bringing her, Harry continued to thoroughly toy with her breasts in his hands.

"Mmm~~" she moaned out loud as her body began to go weak in his arms.

Seeing her like this, he came close to her until he was only a breath away from her ear and whispered while he continued to grope her tits. "Your sister was able to handle much, much more than this. How do you plan for me to thoroughly ravish you if you go weak at this?"

"Is... is that h-how...mmmm... it is?" she replied through much louder moans as he gave her nipples some tweaks through the light fabric.

"Yeah," he answered with a grin.

Stepping up to the challenge, she pulled his robes aside and went to his crotch area as she fished out his hard pulsing cock while he found great pleasure in her breasts.

"Mmmm," she said enjoyable as she held the massive thing in her hands and gave it a few strokes.

"Since you love my boobs so much," the young witch commented as she slipped away from his grasp and slid to her knees right before him. "Let me give it to you, huh!?"

Without a word, swallows his thick, throbbing cock hole in her cleavage smooshing her fat breasts in between it. Still even with those enormous titties, Lavender barely encompasses half of his whole girth.

Nevertheless, those wonderful boobs squeeze down on his prick from the sides and wrap over the top of his cock in ways that is are more than satisfactory, especially when she spits down the valley of her breasts to make sure that the passage is slicker and smoother for him.

Harry lets out a groan and tilts his head back, prompting Lavender to adopt a wicked smile as she looks up into his face.

"How are my breasts compared to my sis? Would you say better or better?"

"I still haven't decided on that," he answered in between grunts. "But it's amazing nevertheless. Keep going. Show me what you can do with your wonderful breasts."

Flushing a bit at his praising tone, Lavender still obeyed, sliding her slickened tits up and down his cock going a little faster as she got pleased groans from him as she gave him the best boobjob she could.

It's certainly one of the best ones he ever got, as she could give her older sister a run for her money. The two of them were women that were simply made to be fucked and breeder with babies, especially titty fucked.

Wanting to return the favor, Harry reached out and surreptitiously pinched her hard red nipples causing her to let out a tiny squeak and flush red with embarrassment and a whole lot of pleasure as she gave him a very pointed stare.

"Two could play that game if you wish," she stated with a grin, then begin to plant some kisses on the tip of his cock.

She licked and lapped up his dickhead then swirled her tongue around the tip for a little while, and it was all Harry could do to hold back as he thoroughly enjoyed the way she was playing with him and thoroughly teasing him.

"That's a good girl," he commented then giving her a glance over. "You certainly seem to be enjoying yourself, huh?" he added, as he watched her moan wantonly as she rubbed her sensitive mammaries back and forth along his hot pulsating member.

Finally though, Lavender gave his cockhead one kiss too many. Finally, Harry was no longer able to hold back. The young man grunts as he thrusts forward. Lavender's pliable lips spread wide before his cock as it ends up buried halfway in her mouth.

While Harry had been in a few throats, wet mouths before, this time was different as if he was in high heaven with angles singing some symphony. It might had to do with Lavender's tits still squeezing down on his cock like soft marshmallows or with the look of pure joy and ecstasy on her face as she stared up as him.

All in all, there's just something about the combination of circumstances that sets Harry entirely off as he exploded out while groaning loudly, and gripping her hair, even as he fills her mouth with his cum right then and there. Lavender's back arches a little as her spine goes stiff, but her throat also convulses as well, and Harry can feel her swallowing every last drop of his hot, white cum right down her gullet.

He watches her do so, immensely turned on by the surprisingly erotic sight. Especially the look on her face as she completely enjoys herself quite a bit.

"Ahhh, that was very filling, dear," she said with a grin.

Unable to control his animalistic lust any more he strips out of his clothes as soon as he could, pulling each garment after the other with a wild frenzy until he was down to nothing at all.

Picking her up like she was a sack of potatoes, he tossed her on to one of the desk and quickly removed her las article of clothing, her panties.

Looking nervous but also excited, her eyes filled with worry but also anticipation. Her hands are up near her chest, as if she's not sure what to do with them, so Harry takes them and laces his own fingers through them, in a sign of comfort and some love.

"Don't worry," he whispered to her while they were holding hands and he began to positions the tip of his member at her entrance. "I will take good care of you, and give you the ravishing you wanted."

Whimpering softly under him, he slowly penetrated her, sinking into her moist depths inch by inch, feeling her tight velvety pussy swallows his prick whole. He looked down at her as her face began to slowly transform as took her purity right then and there.

Lavender's lips part at that, letting out a wordless cry of pain a bit of please all at the same time.

Sticking his tongue into it, she began to suck it making her forget all about her pain. And he took great advantage of that as he pushed deeper and deeper inside of her.

When she moaned all over his finger, Harry finally let them pop out. Looking a bit saddened over the loss, all he did was just grin down at her while he slowly thrust in and out of her cunt, making love to the sweet witch beneath him right then and there.

"M-mmm… dear come on more, p-please give me some more…"

"I can't hear you, darling," he whispered to her as he leaned over to do it.

Lavender's blushed a bright red which only grows in intensity as he fucked her from above with stronger and more powerful thrusts by the moment.

"I-I love you, d-dear... husband, i-if that is... alright with you."

Harry can't help but growl, deep in his chest, at the words. They felt right somehow. Even if he wasn't really her husband, but did it matter? He was fucking her like they were happily married, so he carried about some ceremony and whatnot.

"Say it again," he commanded her in a dark husky voice as he continued to thrust up into her inner depths, his cock being squeezed from all sides by her tunnels trying to milk him for all he was worth.

Lavender moaned wantonly as he hit all the right buttons for her and went into her deepest places, before answering him just as she commanded.

"I love you, Dear Husband!"

"Again!" he shouted as he increased his pace to a frantic rate to meet the demands he was requesting, no demanding of her.

Soon however Lavender's breath grows uneven as she is drooling and moaning and mewling just like any other woman who received his most holiest and magnificent cock. But still she does her best to acquiesce to his demands

"I LOVE you, HUSBAND!" she shouts as loud as possible as her tongue trails out of her mouth and her face becomes the picture of lewd obscenity and indecency.

Harry grins down at her and then picks up the pace, slamming against her womb like a siege ram while her cervix acted as the castle walls. Which he noted were quickly falling to his ceaseless blows.

Lavender squealed out loud as her eyes go wide and her back arched back while her mouth does all the moaning and screaming even as she begins to climax around his cock, orgasm after orgasm wracking her wonderful, full form.

Of course, Harry was feeling it by now as well. He grunted with each thrust, and his movements were becoming uneven, his long deep strokes no longer nearly as uniform as they had started out. His pulsating member, deep inside of her, he was very close.

Harry thought, was far from done with her. Unwrapping his fingers from his own, he begin to spread her legs wide as he leveraged it to enter yet deeper inside of her soaking wet cunt.

"Oh yes, OH YES," she shouted out loud, he wondered if someone from all the way across the castle could hear them, but someone had yet to enter so he just shrugged. "You are so big HUSBAND! Please, fuck me harder! Oh, Merlin! AAAAA"

Her entire world became the feeling of Harry's shaft filling her pussy to the brim again and again as he absolutely destroying her completely and utterly like some common whore he found out in the street.

Then her second orgasm came rolling in as she was forced through it again her tongue began to lulled out of her mouth and her eyes rolled listlessly, the perfect picture of a fucked silly witch on her face.

Harry tried his best to hold back for a little bit longer, wanting to explore her inner works in greater detail, but as he plows into her hard and harder going faster and faster as he could.

It becomes too much for him especially with the sensations of her inner walls clenching down so damn hard along his cock, the feel of her womb turned into a sort of condom around the tip of his dick.

Ultimately he must bow down his head and give into too sweet, sweet release.

Harry groans loudly as he finally begins to cum. Lavender lets out even louder wanton moans as her insides milk every last drop of seed from his cock. He fills her womb to the brim with his cum and then some as his white hot seed painting her walls white.

Once he's done which were long moments of rope after rope of cum spilling into her, she stayed right where she is, underneath him, clearly unwilling to move an inch as she lets the pleasure wash over her.

Popping out of her with a wet plock as his seed immediately begins to spill out of her in slow tides. He tries to catch his breath in slow rhythms and soon he could see his little brother is back to full mast.

Damn his endless lust, he thought to himself, but as he looked over her delicious body, he was a bit glad he had an endless amount of energy to enjoy what laid before him.

Leaning in, he sees that she is finally coming back to the waking world and gives her a kiss. It's deep, passionate, and filled with tongue. She in turn deepens the kiss even further, while his hands somehow find their way to her ass and gives it a tight squeeze while also managing to pull her in closer.

She moans into his mouth, and he nibbles at her lower lip to her ever delight and enjoyment. Eventually, she pulls back and happily smiles up at him.

"I love you so much, Husband. You make me a very happy woman indeed!"

Harry's grin turns distinctly wicked as his fingers dig deeper into his dear wife's ass, drawing a happy little moan and some squirming from her.

He chuckles darkly and nods his head in response to her words. "Well then, I might need a bit more release… wife~ Are you up for it?"

"Am I?" she asked with a giggle, "anything my lord husband wishes, your sweet wife should complete to the best of her abilities."

"Good, good," he nodded his head, "because," he said as his cock pulsed and twitched with hunger and desire. "I will need to get a lot of release from you, wife!"

Chapter 57: Wizengamot

The next day Rita worked her magic and as everyone was having breakfast, newspapers came flying in on the talons of many different papers and even one of the first Mirror Apps he designed, the Daily Prophet showed alerts on everyone's Mirror Phone.

The news of the day was the vicious attack he suffered as it held the headlines front and foremost. From his seat, he could see Snape seething as this was not good at all for his career as a teacher if people especially parents knew that he was viciously attack students.

Dumbledore looked a bit disturbed as this was a bad reflection on him too since he was the one that hired the greasy old bat in the first place and was the Headmaster of the school and this happened under his watch.

If he could have, Harry would have kissed the sneaky woman, she took great pains to talk about the emotional and physical damage he suffered and how fearful the students were of Snape's ruthless evil reign.

If the lady was good at anything, it was riling people up as she conveyed wonderfully how the man singled him out an orphaned child who suffered a bad childhood. And this was no child, but the boy-who-lived a public figure and idol to most children.

As classes begin, he could see countless owls flying in as his phones were yet to completely fazing out the old form of communication. From among them he could see a bunch of howlers finding their way to Snape's office and Dumbledore as well, plus most of the teachers, as well as this, was a bad look on them too.

Some parents made some very public views of their opinions especially Ms. Weasley who had the loudest and most numerous howlers sent in about how dare they harm him and how they could let a heartless wizard teach their students.

In class it was obvious that Snape had lost all respect and fear he held among the students as nobody was listing to him and were running wild amock especially the Twins who had a fun time doing carrying out all the pranks they could have wanted to their heart's content.

It would seem that he was right, after his ability to removed and give points were taken and he couldn't give detentions, he had no ability to rein in anyone at all. And the students made sure to bring forth all the bad emotions they had stored up for him.

Smiling all day as he took great pleasure in all the discomfort that the greasy bat was suffering, and was hailed by a champion and hero by everyone especially the Twins most vocally by bringing down Snape's tyrannical rule.

When the week was out it was time for him to take care of his lordly duties, so letting Professor McGonagall know that he was leaving, he fire teleported out of the castle. Fire teleportation was a magical form of travel much superior to Apparition since you could easily bypass any wards put up that blocked teleportation.

He discovered the ability when one day in his castle he woke up in the cellar far away from his bed. That's when he realized he had the legendary ability of the Phoenix.

Appearing in the family Manor, Tobry was there alongside Rem and Ram who had his judicial clothing laid out for the Wizengamot. It was a silly thing with long white ceremonial robes and a pointed weird hat.

But he just shrugged, as Sirius put in the much funnier the hat, the much higher the office. Putting it on without a word, it would be well worth it if he had to wear this so he could see Dumbledore brought to justice.

"How do I look," he asked the girls as he spun around for them.

Rem laughed sweetly saying nothing, but Ram did not have those sorts of compulsion, "You look like a clown!"

"It doesn't matter," Tobry cut in, "this is the highest court of the land so traditions are traditions."

In magical Britain, the Wizengamot predated the Ministry of Magic itself, dating back to the days of the Wizards' Council which ruled and governed this land.

While the British Ministry of Magic acting as the Executive branch of the government with the Minister at top and his Undersecretary followed by the Departments Heads. The Wizengamot was both the legislative and judicial branch of government, basically both high court of law and Parliament.

It was made of Great Houses just to show the purely aristocracy the land was.

Precisely at the moment, Sirius stepped through from the fireplace from 12 Grimmauld Place as Harry connected their floo networks a while back. He had on the advisory robes since he would be tagging along with him and his Yankee disguise.

"Ready to go?" the older man asked with a grin.

"Yep," he said with a nod, then called out to the fireplace, "Wizengamot courtroom number 14." Then without a word, he stepped through the fireplace and appeared in a large courtroom where countless people wearing the same silly robes and hat just like him stood around discussing among themselves in groups.

Taking it all in, he noted the people wearing white robes, those wearing black, and those wearing grey. They were the main parties that made up the Wizengamot, the Light, the Dark, and the Grey. There were other people wearing different colored ceremonial robes such as blue, green, brown, and so forth but they were of little importance in the grand scheme of things, minor parties that held little power and sway in the Wizengamot.

Just then a severe looking and very formidable elderly woman walked up to him with a group of white robed wizards and witches behind her.

"If you would excuse me," Sirius said as he went to mingle with the others and see where the wind was blowing in the court

"Harry Potter," the woman pronounced as she stared up at him.

"Madam," he said with a bow of his head, showing her the respect due. "It's an honor to meet you, your grandson Neville has spoken highly of you."

"Did he," she asked with a snort as she was known for her legendary tongue.

Madam Augusta Longbottom, Head of the Longbottom family, Earls of Harrington, and the grandmother of Neville.

During the summer, Tobry and Sirius gave him a complete run down of the Wizengamot and described to him the parties that made up the places and what factions they were further divided into.

The Light was lead by Dumbledore but it was divided into three parties which the Dark was similarly divided into, the Conservative, the Moderate, and the Libertarian. The Moderate that held the middle ground in the party was lead by Amelia Bones, the Libertarian which were on the far left was lead by Dumbledore of course, and finally the Conservative were lead by Madam Augusta.

"Okay," he admitted with a chuckle as he wrapped his arm around her's which she allowed and they began to walk off. "That might be stretching it a bit."

"That boy," she said with a shake of her head, "I am hard on him because he needs to live up to his father's reputation, and one day be a strong leader of his house."

"I understand, Ma'am, but you forget Neville is his own person, not his father," he came to the defense of his friend, he saw the effect his grandmother's pressure on him on daily bases.

Snapping her head at him, she sharply rebuked, "Don't tell me how to..."

"I mean no offense," he interrupted, "You would be surprised at the level of bravery and competence he shows. I remember well our first year in Hogwarts where he stood strong with his opinion against all odds. All I am saying no son can be exactly like his father."

"You seem to know my boy pretty well, huh?" she asked shrewdly.

"I count him as among one of my closest and best friends," he answered truthfully.

Nodding her head, "it is as it should be our Houses have been like blood brothers for centuries on end. Now," she said as her eyes turned sharp, "What will it take to get your support to depose Albus?"

Doing a double take, he nearly tripped and fell but was able to quickly get a command over himself. He heard the legendary feud between the elderly woman and Dumbledore, it was said she blamed him for what happened to her son and daughter-in-law, and rightfully so.

It was thanks to his conservative and very lenient policies during the war that so many Light wizards and witches got brutally murdered including his parents. Plus him letting the purebloods that obviously participated in the war on Voldermort's side off the leash with bogus excuses that anyone could see through, did him no favorites.

Inside he felt like doing a small gig, this was too great, he thought he would have to ask her to depose him of some his positions and owe her a favor.

"Nothing," he answered with a shrug, "I have my childhood to thank him for."

"Good, I see that you are not a blind follower of his," she commented with a nod of her head.

"Now that I have you here," he voiced as this was as good of a time to ask for what he wanted, "I want your support in turn for a matter I will be bringing before the Wizengamot."

"You have it," she answered without even asking what he wanted her support in.

"Now if you would excuse me, my dear boy," she said as she unwrapped her hands from his. "I need to rile up some more support. If I can get Amelia Bones, then the rest are sure to follow."

"You don't have to worry about," he said airly.

Giving him a narrowed eyed look, she whispered, "you got support to depose him didn't you?"

Not giving any answer away, he just grinned up at her, "I did say I have my childhood to thank him for, so what sort of man would I be if I don't even the score with him."

Giving a low chuckle and a pinch on the cheek, "Ahh, you remind me of your great-grandfather. I remember him well when I was a young maiden. He was a sneaky old fox that danced in the light!"

[A/N: Henry Potter, he was the Minister of Magic, chapter 23]

"There is nothing you have to fear from me," he comforted, "just my enemies that would harm me or my friends and loved ones. Anyways," he continued in a more altruistic tone, "I think we could do with your wisdom in the place of Professor Dumbledore."

"You don't mean..."

"Yes, I think I do," he said with a wink as he left her there with thoughts of what he said.

As he took only a few steps in any general direction, the second person in the day approached him. "Lord Malfoy," he greeted the haughty wizard.

As much as it pained him the man was the leader of the Dark just as Dumbldore was of the Light. He represented the Moderate faction of the party which came to him as a surprise. The Conservatives were lead by Tobias Nott a vicious man that he wondered why he wasn't in Azkaban already.

Then there was the Libertarian which was lead by Sirius's cousin, the head of the Mort family, Amaryllis Mort.

"Lord Potter," he returned the greeting as his wife also acknowledged, still the sensational beauty as ever. He wondered what the man ever did to deserve a woman like that, but keep it to himself.

"You have my deepest apologies for what Severus did to you, he was always prone to bursts of anger," he began with, trying to mitigate what his son's godfather did to him.

"You will quickly find that us Potters are made of much sterner stuff."

"You should visit our Château over the summer vacation," Narcissa uttered, turning the conversation to more pleasant thoughts. "It is quite lovely when the flowers are in full blossom and the fairies flitter about."

"It would be my pleasure," he replied and for a moment he could have sworn he seen the women bite her lips sensually.

"Now on to more pressing matters," the git declared, "these trails before us require a delicate touch so I was wondering what would it take... let say for your..."

"For my support in kicking off Dumbledore from off his high horse," he finished for the man with a slight raise of his eyebrow.

"Yes," he answered politely.

"Well you see," he begin with, "I would like your support in two agendas of mines."

"Two?"

"Yes, the first you instate Augusta Longbottom as Chief Warlock, it won't be wise of us you see to remove a member of the Light for let's say the Dark or Grey and magic forbid some one else from the other parties."

"I see," the man simply said, if Harry knew him well enough then he imagined he wanted to put himself in that position. However he had to know that wouldn't be possible, the Light and Grey would admittedly refuse and it would be doubtful if his whole party would support him.

"Now," Harry continued trying to make him see some sense, "Madam Longbottom is a noble pureblood like all of us, unlike Dumbledore who you can't tell if he loves the muggles or the muggle born more than his own kin. She has the best interest of all us Great Houses in her heart whether it be Light, Dark, Grey, or whatever!"

If he had to play the part of a snobbish lord how saw muggles as nothing more than animals and muggle born as only servants, then so be it. He would use every trick in the book to get what he wanted, o so help him magic.

"You make a good point," he finally consented with a nod.

"Yes, and if you do this, I can promise you I can put in a word to her and your chance of deposing Dumbledore is all that much assured!"

"What is the second thing you wanted Lord Potter," the lady of house Malfoy asked as they both could see he had the man.

"Its about Barty crouch senior," he admitted.

"Of course he would be going to Azkaban, his house-elf all but admitted everything that day," the man waved away as his hate for the man was palpable.

He could understand why, Barty senior brought on an age of harsh Auror state[police state] where they cracked down on just about everyone that was suspected for supporting or harboring and most importantly being a Death Eater.

As Sirius told it, they brought just as much harm as they did good- setting neighbors against each other and torturing any suspects and so much more.

"No, it's about the cases he prosecuted."

"What do you mean?" Narcissa asked.

"Well I want to reopen them to be reviewed," he said with a shrug.

"What?"

The plan was two fold really, to weaken the Death Eaters as he got ride the most vicious and cruel of his men before the war even began. And to get Sirius the trail he needed, he knew if he asked for his godfather to get the trail he deserved many would block him for one reason or another. This way instead he could be sly about it and hit two birds with one stone.

Anyways if he set the ire of Voldermort against Lucius Malfoy that would be a wonderful plus for him.

"You heard me, my lord, I believe it's time to do away with Voldermort's last few supports," he said with all the sincerity he could muster as if he believed all that was left were those behind bars, even though he had one right in front of him.

Just at the name, he had sharp hisses of breath as if they feared even the mention of the man. He had to give it to the man, he did a wonderful job of stricking fear into foes and allies alike.

"My lord, we all know he is dead," he said with a grin not blinking even at the lie. "There is nothing to fear."

"I know," the man said as he wearily glanced around, "still its best to avoid it."

"Tell me, my lord," he said as he changed up the subject, "how many votes are there in the Wizengamot."

"3,000," he answered without hesitation, "1,000 for the Light, 1,000 for the Dark, 800 for the Grey, and the other 200 for the rest."

"Did you know there used to be 10,000 votes here," he stated as he looked around the place. "What happened to the other 7,000 you ask, all gone since those families are no more.

"Tell me, my lord," he said then as he looked down at the man with deadly seriousness in his tone and mannerism, "Have we not suffered enough from these last two wars? Kinsmen lay dead by the thousands, whole branch families are wiped out, and we are only down to one or two scions of Great Houses now."

"Now knowing all that, Tell me, my lord, what do you think would happen if these criminals got out and began Voldermorts work again?" he nearly shouted at the end.

After long moments of remaining silent, the man finally spoke up, "I can get you support on getting Madam Longbottom as Chief Warlock, but for this..." he muttered as Harry could see he had the man completely.

"Tobias Nott would refuse outright and Amaryllis..." he said as he glanced over at his wife.

"I really don't know, Lord husband," she answered with a shrug, "my cousin has always been fickle if you would say."

"My lord," Harry said, "are you the Head of the Dark pray or is Lord Nott and Lady Mort?" he asked playing to the man's arrogance and hubris of himself.

"I am," he answered quickly as he stood to his full height.

"So if you say something would the Dark follow you or them."

"Of course me!"

"Well then that settles it," he said with a smile as he gave the man a pat on the back.

Then as if magic was on his side, the court crier shouted, "The trial of Albus Dumbledore will begin in 5 minutes!"

Chapter 58: Trials Pt. 1

Then as if magic was on his side, the court crier shouted, "The trial of Albus Dumbledore will begin in 5 minutes!"

Shuffling to their seats, Harry meets up with Sirius along the way. "So how are things is the Wizengamot?" he asked as he took a seat.

"Good, better than good," he answered, "no one is too happy about the old geezer did to you, and they feel pressured by the public to take a stance and punish him. The Dark are all jumping up and down to bring him down, the Grey couldn't careless, but they will follow the wind in the direction it's heading, as for the Light- there are some that are holding out on the bastard, but they are very few."

"Good," Harry said with a nod of his head and then once against the court crier shouted, "All Rise for the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge."

Walking into the court from the fireplace since that was the only means into this place, thanks to it being all high class and ultra secret. Behind him was a toad-like woman that he knew of pretty well, Undersecretary to the Minster, Dolores Umbridge.

Remus never despised anyone in his life, but this woman who made his life and all werewolves living hell was one he spit vitriol at every day.

Giving an obsequious smile to the court at large, he took his seat at the front of the stands. Promptly Lucius Malfoy was right beside him, whispering into his ear the devil he was.

"Wonder what he is filling his mind with," Sirius commented with a sneer of disgust. It was no secret that Lucius was the man behind all of Fudge's policies and ruling, manipulating the idiot to his heart's content while also funding him as he made plenty of donations for him.

Watching as the buffon nodded his head along, lapping up everything the snake had to say, for a few moments he wondered if the haughty man had the idiot under an Imperius curse, but knew the safety detail of Minster was much more secure than that to let a curse like that slip through.

No, sadly, the issue was the buffon. You just couldn't cure idiocy. Nevertheless, Lucius was doing his work for him, so he couldn't complain. But the so called leader of the whole Magical country would be an issue in the future - if just about anyone, especially a Death Eater, could twist him any which way he wanted, then they were in trouble.

Maybe, he decided, he should be looking into dethroning him. But who to put into his place...

As he was musing over removing the most powerful man in the land from his office, the crier called out, "Welcoming Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Albus Dumbledore!"

Rising up for the man since he was after all, the wizard that presiding over the Wizengamot, overseeing court procedures even if he was the one facing a trial.

Someone didn't find that too fair as once everyone was seated, an Independent wearing a green robe and hat rouse up. "How is it fair that the man facing trial today is the man overseeing the procedures?"

"Yeah," someone else agreed from amongst the crowd. Slowly other head begin to nod their head in agreement.

"I believe if my lords of this house agree with me, that Dumbledore should step down for the duration of this session," Lord Nott got up and declared loudly.

"Yes... yeah... get him out of here," more people began to shout.

Raising his hand up, which slowly got the proceeding silent, "If my lords are all in agreement, then I should comply."

"We are more than in agreement," Madam Longbottom proclaimed.

"Then," Fudge spoke up, "as much as it pains me," he said as he gave the old man a glance, "I strip you, Albus Dumbledore of your position for the duration of this session."

"Enough of this," Cyrus Greengrass spoke up, the leader of the Grey and head of house Greengrass. "let's begin the proceeding!"

Nodding his head, Cornelius Fudge shouted, "then let the trial of Albus Dumbledore begin!"

"First to step up is Investigator Alex, which the Ministry has hired to investigate these allegations of Neglect, Mistreatment, Abondement, and Disregard that chief... old Chief Warlock faces."

Walking up to the podium in the center of the chamber hall was a young man either in his late twenties or early thirties, one that Harry knew of pretty well. He was an agent of the Magic Task Force.

Those fools didn't even know it, but right before them was an agent of the Crown. He was also the some person that apprehended the Dursleys, when the goblins turned to the Queen since they knew they couldn't find any useful help from the Ministry of magic, which put in his very good books.

Recalling well that secret force that the Queen introduced him to and how deeply they were embedded into the magical world, he had to give it to the sharp old woman. She did something no Monarch has done for thousands of years, have deep roots in the magical world.

The royal family wasn't the least bit respected by the Great Houses since they were nothing more than distant cousins of King Arther and weren't that magical in nature. Now however, the old lady gathered up all the dissatisfied muggle-born that couldn't find any purpose in the wizarding world and put them in her corner.

She was a powerful force to be reckoned with thanks to her efforts.

"You may begin, Investigator Alex," the Minister declared.

"Thank you, Sir," the young man said with a nod of his head, then turning to face the gathering at large, "My Lords and Ladies, today I come to you with the most disturbing of finds.

On the evening of Halloween in 1981, Albus Dumbledore had one by the name of Rubeus Hagrid picked up young Harry Potter from the smoking ruin of the Potter Cottage. How he knew to do so, we do not know; the only public statement he gave was that Voldermort was gone for now.

Then he had Harry brought to his relatives, one by the name of Petunia Dursley, who was known to hate her sister greatly since she was jealous that she was magical in nature. And Vernon Dursley, who was a known magic hating bigot just like his common primitive and suspicious ancestors.

There that night, he left young Harry right at the doorstep..."

"You left him at the doorstep, in the cool autumn night?" a witch asked from among the crowd.

"Well, I... put a warming charm on him," the man tried to defend himself as more than anything he looked surprised at the question, never seemed to be expecting it.

"What if he had been kidnapped or worse died to the elements?"

"If this doesn't show how careless the man is, leaving a young child outside like some common bottles of milk, then I do not know what is," Madam Longbottom loudly declared.

"Order, Order," Fudge shouted, trying to get the court back on track, "we can ask all the questions after Investigator Alex is done giving his report.

"Yes," the young man nodded his head, "for years, young Harry grew up in that abusive home where he was treated like nothing more than a common house-elf given to cleaning and cooking at only 4 years old. He was also not even told his name until he went to muggle school, where he first picked it up. He was constantly beaten and smacked around with pans, bullied by his spiled cousin, bearly fed at all, given only accommodations in a closet, and the list goes on from there..."

"What savagery," someone whispered out loud.

"I saw we bring them forth right now and give them the Dementors kiss!" someone else shouted as he seems unable to control his fury.

"I ask you right now, Albus," Amelia Bones spoke up as she turned her sharp eyes on him, "Where were you when all this was happening?!"

"ENOUGH," the little man shouted as no one was seemed to be listing to him, silencing up once they saw the loss of cool from the man who was their Minister.

Alex seem to find it pertinent to continue on as if nothing happened, "When young Harry came to Hogwarts, he was malnourished, too small for his age, and lacking any knowledge of the magical world. Dumbledore didn't even look into it even after years of neglect on his part. He carried on as if all was right in his little world. While young Harry has been living hell for decades on end.

To add more to the mix, young Harry spoke admittedly about going back to that cruel home, but once again, Dumbledore showed his careless attitude and had sent back there without a thought.

Now, my Lords and Ladies, I ask you to judge wisely," he finished with as he stepped off the podium.

It was basically a rehash of what was on the news, but for people like them who need to be told how things were right to their face it opened their eyes.

A few moments of loud chatter filled the room as everyone was discussing to their allies and friends what was going on, then the crier called out, "Introducing from the Goblin Nation, Barnott and Gorkit."

"What are goblins doing here?" some wizard sneered as if nothing more than animals on two legs walked in.

Ignoring the comment, Barnott spoke up, "We are here to give more evidence in the case of Albus Dumbledore."

Looking over at the man, Harry could see how uncomfortable he got, but the old foggy could do nothing but only let this play out.

"What evidence exactly?" Fudge asked out of curiosity.

"The Potter Will!" Gorkit said with a savage grin as he brought out the plaque and began to play it.

Listening up as everyone paid attention to what the will contained, finally, the recording ended and silence reined throughout the whole of the chamber. That is until a woman with similar features as Sirius with black hair and similar aristocratic features but with dark green eyes instead.

He knew who she was Amaryllis Mort, Sirus cousin who was contending for the Black family estates and name. "So Albus, did you follow through with the Potter Will?"

"How dare you deprive me of the RIGHT to take care of Harry," Madam Longbottom shouted as she was clearly spitting rage. "He was supposed to fall into my care with the misfortune that befell my daughter-in-law!"

"This is outright kidnapping!" a witch declared.

"Who does he think he is ignoring the Will of a Great Lord!"

"Does he plan on usurping all our right?"

Once again the place broke out into a monotony of noise and shouting as everyone was trying to get their opinion across.

"I did this to protect, young Harry!" the old man shouted cutting through the noise.

"What do you mean?" Lucius asked.

"Harry had blood wards that his mother put up before she died which made it necessary for him to live with his relatives, I did not know that they would treat their own kin and blood like that! All I had was his safety in mind so that some Death Eater did not get any fanciful idea."

Rubbing his chin this was a first for Harry to hear about it, it did explain certain things such as why he got sent there. But it did not do away for why he neglected to check up him for nearly 13 years, see how he was doing, and if he was fitting in. No this had a bad stench to it, like the old man was playing a deeper game.

"So you say you had Harry's interest in heart, hmmm?" Amelia Bones asked grabbing on to his excuse like a cat catching a mouse in a trap.

"Yes," the man nodded his head sadly, projecting the image of a man whose heart was bleeding at all the mistreatments he suffered. "I never intended for Harry to suffer so. All I wanted was for him to be safe and live a happy life far away form any sort of danger."

"Well then let's introduce the next key witness to the court," she said as walking out of the fireplace in chains was an old woman. "Arabella Figg!"

This time Harry saw how worried the old man was as sweat formed on his forehead and his grandfatherly guise cracked a bit.

"Ms. Figg you are a squib, correct?"

"Yes," she answered as the chains begin to wrap around her and she refused to left up her head at all.

"Now, now," the old man said, "this is no way to treat an elderly woman. We should know better than that even if he or she is a squib," he commented towards the hard woman, clearly questioning her morals.

"Mhh," she chuckled, "did you know this fragile woman you call so is a criminal. The muggle courts handed her to us since she falls under our periphery. Today she is here to answer for her crimes against house Potter!"

"That may be so," he continued try to delay anything she had to say, "but we should question her another day."

"I think, I would like to hear what she has to say, Albus," Fudge butting in, "and I believe the court agrees with me on that."

"Let the Squib speak!"

"Yea, what are you hiding!"

"If the court wishes so," he said as he sat back in his chair in clear defeat.

"Now Ms. Figg," Mrs. Bones continued, "were you aware of the treatments that young Potter was suffering at the hand of his so-called relatives?"

"Yes," she answered to the sharp breaths of all the attendants here.

"That is why you can never trust a Squib," a man shouted. "They are always jealous of us and lust after what we're born with!"

"If you can QUITE down for only a single second," Amelia Bones shouted to the crowd to her frustration. These were the people in charge, children you had to speak over each other as everyone believed they were entitled to their own opinion. No wonder this was a failing government.

"Ms. Figg," she carried on with asking the most important question that would wrap the old man nicely in a bow tie. "Who put you up to keeping an eye on young Potter, I assume you didn't do this of your own accord."

"Albus Dumbledore," she answered as she gave the old man a flattering glance.

Smiling as she held her hand out to stop any further dissension from breaking out, "So, are you telling me he knew the treatments that the Lord of house Potter was suffering?"

Staying silent for a very long time, the old woman finally answered at long last, "N-no, I acted on my own and kept the mistreatments to myself. If Albus knew about it, he would have put it to a stop."

"I DON'T BELIEVE IT," the stern woman shouted, losing control of herself, "You know, he knew, you all KNOW. Admit it."

"No," the old woman repeated, sticking to her guns on it, "You were right of us, Squibs, I was j-jealous of the gifted you all were born with. So I... I w-wanted to get even, t-to put you all in your place."

"Enough of your LIES! I call for the administration of Veritaserum right now!"

"Amelia as you can see the woman acting all on her own," the old man cut in as if he was the more cooler head trying to prevail. "Are you trying to imply that I had young Harry suffer all those horrible things, if so, then what would I even gain? Did you even ask yourself that?"

Looking at him with narrowed looks, she zipped her lips and took a seat.

"Still," Lucius spoke up, "this does not look. You couldn't take command of your own people, you had the young Lord of house Potter live a life of slavery, you ignored the Potter Will. The list just keeps going on. I think, no... We all think you are getting a bit old Albus, so I think its time you stepped down and let more spirited people lead.

So as much as it pains me, I call for an immediate vote of no confidence!"

"If this is what the body wishes for then I must abide by it," Fudge declared pompously.

"Hear, Hear!" numerous voices called out.

"Then on Wednesday, September 22 of 1994. This body calls for a vote of no confidence for Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Albus Dumbledore. As the presiding member of this assembly, I will put the question to the body at large,

All those in favor of the motion, say Aye!"

Without a doubt nearly everyone was in favor of the motion, once again they knew they had to do something about the old man or the public wouldn't be all that happy with them. Plus this did not look good, a member of their ranks and a very high ranking one at that, suffered at the hands of muggles because one old man couldn't keep a closer eye on him. That too didn't look good as it sent the message any good old muggle could mess with them.

All those against the motion, say Nay!" Fudge shouted but it was only a show of going over the motions, barely anyone voted to save the old coot.

"Then," he said as he looked over at the giant scoreboard like device sitting in the room. The tally was in with 2736 votes in favor of the motion and 264 votes against it. It was the most momentous occasion in this house, never before was the houses ever this united like today.

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, I remove you from your post as Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot as you are no longer deemed fit to hold that position. Is there anything you would like to say on the matter?"

Chapter 59: Trials Pt. 2

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, I remove you from your post as Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot as you are no longer deemed fit to hold that position. Is there anything you have to say on the matter?"

"No," he answered as he shook his long beard, "I am saddened but if this is what the body wishes then I must comply."

Harry couldn't help shake the feeling that this was an acceptable loss for the old man, he still had his Headmaster position which was the one he clearly loved the most, and his Supreme Mugwump post as head of the International Confederation of Wizards. But he doubted he would hold on to the latter much longer when news of this spreads.

Nevertheless, this was a win for him, not the one he was exactly looking for, but still a win. With him out of the Chief Warlock position, he would be hampered from affecting Magical British laws and polities.

This would give him the ability to set rules and regulations that he wanted.

"Who will be the next Chief Warlock?" someone asked.

Standing up from amongst the stand was Lord Nott, "I believe in these times of need, I should take up the post and lead us all to a glorious future."

"Pa," Lord Greengrass snorted, "You, lead us. Ha! Into a ditch more like it."

Going red in the face, for a moment he wondered if the man would draw out his wand and demand a duel for his honor right here right now or some other nonsense.

"I believe I should lead us, it's clear that this body needs a more womanly touch," Lady Mort declared putting herself in the race.

"I agree with you on that front," Lady Bones proclaimed, "but we do not need some harlot to lead us that changes her mind on every whim. I think it would be best if we have someone with wisdom, experience, and a great reputation- Madam Longbottom."

"Daughter, you ask too much of me an old lady," the sharp-witted woman answered, pretending that she did not want the post.

"Please, Madam, in these troubled times we could use your wisdom!"

"Madam Longbottom!" someone shouted with a cheer.

"My vote is with the Madam," some else exclaimed.

"Only someone with her wisdom can lead us!"

Suddenly getting up was Lord Malfoy which had all the noise begin to quiet down, peering at him closely this was it. Would he supported the person he wanted as Chief Warlock or prop himself up.

"There is only person in this chamber that has the best interest of all us Great Houses of Magical Britain, who has been an exemplary image of high nobility and decorum, who has a multitude from over the years she reined over her house- Madam Longbottom.

That's is why my vote is with her!"

Breaking out into discussions at the move the man made, Tobias Nott looked furious that his own ally didn't even support him and to add injury to the wound he put his vote behind the enemy. Lady Mort however didn't look like she cared with only a knowing smile on her face as she sat down.

"I too support Madam Longbottom and give my support to her as the next Chief Warlock of this body," Lord Greengrass pronounced out loud.

Sighing as if she couldn't do anymore, the old lady announced as she had on a perfect sorrowful look on her face. "Since you all have forced my hand, then I have no choice but to toss my name into the race.

"Good," Fudge nodded his head, "you would make a wonderful Chief Warlock, Madam." Then as if remembering he wasn't supposed to have any opinions since he was a neutral party in all this, he asked out loud, "who else would like to toss their name for the post? Anyone, please speak up now or else hold her tongue."

A few more people from the much smaller party did the usual courtesy of pretending that they were of any significance as they cast themselves in.

Once all the hubbub, the Minister ran the small election and soon the results were in with Madam Longbottom winning by a landslide beating her opponents thoroughly.

"I have the honor of introducing the new Chief Warlock, Madam Augusta Longbottom," Fudge announced with all the boisterous pompousness and civility he could. There was a polite round of applause that went all around, as some gave her congratulations and others loud cries.

"If I may present to you the..." the man begin until he realized that he did not have the tools of the office to give out. Awkwardly turning to face the old man who reminded silent throughout the whole procession, "Ahh... I know there is a three day wait time before you are required to give back the tools of the office, but if you could please..."

The rest didn't need to be said, and the old man just shrugged even at the total respect he had been shown and handed out a shimmering sash and magnificent scepter.

"Thank you," the little man nodded his head as he accepted the objects. then turning back to the old lady, "Once again, If I may present to you the Sash of office and the Scepter of Chief Warlock."

"Thank you," the old woman said as she took the objects, then without wasting anymore time she announced. "Now if we can continue with these processes, bring out Bartemius Crouch SR."

From the main fireplace, a man who didn't look so good stepped out of the fireplace with magic chains binding him and Auror to every side of him. From amongst them, he spotted Tonks who was doing her duty and smiled to himself, he would need to keep his end of the bargain and visit her.

Seating him in the same chair that Ms. Figgs sat in, he turned to face the court at large. Now instead of Fudge leading the proceedings, Madam Longbottom took on the role as was her duty.

"Bartemius Crouch, Lord of House Crouch is it true that you knowing what your son has done," she spat out, "taken him under your protecting?"

"Yes," he answered with a sigh as the man seem to give in to his fate. That got a lot of gasps from amongst the crowd since even with the word of his house-elf admitting everything they were still doubtful.

"Would you like to tell us, how you got your son out of Azkaban? This is a great security risk with now two of them escaping within the same time period!" Amelia Bones asked even though she already knew where one of the escapees was, right in this courtroom besides him.

"I got him out years ago at the insistent of my wife, it was her dying wish and I couldn't deny it. But still I knew I couldn't let him run wild like you did," he said as he gave everyone a pointed stare, "so I kept him under an Imperius curse to get him to behave good."

Looking at the man, Harry knew those rumors about him were all true with him being as ruthless and cruel as many on the Dark Side. It would have been much better for him to live life out at Azkaban.

Everyone else seem to find his act as distasteful and horrifying as he did with some looking sick and others disgusted.

"Do you know where he is presently so that we can bring him in?" Madam Longbottom clearly wanting to bring him back to where he belonged.

"No," he said with a shake of his head, "but..."

"But what?" Fudge asked narrow eyed, it was obvious the man was more worried about himself fearing the Death Eater might come after him and his office.

"If I had known my son best, he would have run back to his Dark Lord, but as we all know he is long dead."

"It seems that you have nothing else to offer," Madam Longbottom, "for aiding and abetting a fugitive and giving him refuge for years, and using the Imperius Curse. I, Chief Warlock of this body sentence you to a life sentence at Azkaban!

Take him away," she waved her hands to the Aurors. No one dared to argue against her sentence since it was prerogative as Chief Warlock. Thank magic, it wasn't Dumbledore ruling this place or he would have forgiven the man in the name of the Light side.

Seeing the man being taken away, Harry knew this was his chance, taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart he put on a cool expression on his face. This was it, his first step into the political world.

Getting up from his bench seat, Sirius looked at him in confusion, the plan they discussed was for him to remain in the shadows and affect things from there. But there was no way that was possible, if he wanted to get his godfather's freedom, he needed to act boldly, and act immediately.

"My lord and Ladies," he proclaimed out loud, getting everyone's attention on him. Some looked doubtful for one as young as him to speak up or even be here, others were just waiting for him to make a fool of himself, and some were curious to hear what he had to say.

"In light of these accusations and charges that Lord, or should I say old Lord Crouch faces," he stated, which got some chuckles out of a few, happy to see a power hungry lord fall alongside his house into ruin and extinction.

"shouldn't we as leaders and spokesmen for our people and great nation look into his previous cases that he had rulings on?"

"Now that is an unusual request young Lord Potter," Fudge spoke up, try to project the image of a wise man advise a younger and less experienced colleague.

"I know," Harry said with a nod, "and I hate to waste the valuable time of such esteemed Lords and Ladies, but it's it our duty to show the due diligence that these cases deserve. Who knows what other misdemeanors Bary sr carried out in his time residing over much that happened in this noble body," he doubted that the man did anything more, but since he was taking the first carriage to Azkaban there was no way for him to deny it.

"All I am asking is that we take a second look at the work he has done. Nothing more, nothing less."

"What exactly is your goal?" Lady Mort asked, "we will just be rehashing the same hearings."

"They are many fold," he answered respectfully, "one so that we can show the public we are doing our job and also to reassess these cases and see if they got the correct punishment."

"By reassessing to meet out the correct punishment does that mean you want these inmates to receive further punishment?" Lord Cyrus asked with a shrewd look on his face.

"Yes," he answered honestly, "if that is the case I wholeheartedly support the measure."

Although he said the one part, he also meant the opposite as well. For example, his godfather who was wrongfully imprisoned and prosecuted. Anyways he did wish for Voldermorts supporters to be gone especially his most vicious and fanatical that were in Azkaban.

"The only punishment more severe than a stay in Azkaban is death by Dementor's kiss!" Lord Nott shouted as he had a finger pointed at him.

"My boy, if I hadn't known any better than I would be calling you bloodthirsty," Dumbledore finally spoke up, looking at him as if he was sorely disappointed. Harry couldn't careless what the old fool thought of him, but having him speak up against him would turn some Light supporters against his plan.

Coming to his rescue was Madam Longbottom who mused out loud, "If I recall correctly, you aren't Chief Warlock anymore, correct?"

Giving the equally senior woman a confused glance the old man nodded his head.

"Now then if my memories serve me well enough, you don't even have a vote here correct? You did give your position as head of house Dumbledore to your brother to pursue a career in teaching?"

"Yes," he slowly answered finally seeing the angle she was playing from.

"So tell me Albus do you even belong here?" she answered in an innocent sweet grandmotherly tone that got a few chuckles out of the gathering of Lords and Ladies.

"Do you even have a voice to speak up then?!" she asked this time more sharply.

"No," he glumly answered as the old woman effectively shut him up.

"Then get up and leave," she said, not pulling her punches at all.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked like she was talking to an idiot as the man sat frozen in his seat. Finally he seem to wake up, and actually realize what was happening. Nodding his head stiffly, he got up and walked out of the chamber with the catcalls and jeers of countless lords and Ladies behind him. Nobility could be the most savage lot you can ever be amongst. They take great enjoyment in stepping on a downed enemy or even friend.

Harry wondered if now the loss of his post in the Wizengamot was an acceptable loss for him.

"Now getting back to the matter at hand," the old woman spoke up. "I am in agreement with Lord Potter's statement, we should do our duty and check for any corruption left behind by Barty Sr. and a second look at these past war criminals will not be too bad."

"UNACCEPTABLE," Lord Nott shouted as he couldn't contain his fury anymore. "This... this is unprecedented and should be unsanctioned!"

"My lord," Harry commented with a grin, "why do you argue so firmly for these criminals? If I hadn't known any better I would have imagined you were in coalition."

"Do we need a second investigation into you, Lord Nott," Lady Mort asked with a sweet smile which was unexpected for her to be on his side. But the Dark Side were all the same, each one of them would love to bring down the other just to see them suffer.

"I have proven to be an innocent man," he argued trying to defend himself and his reputation he worked so hard to recover.

"So what is the problem, my lord?" Harry inquired with a friendly smile. "Are you against the motion or are you for it?" he asked, living him no choice but to state his intentions.

"I for one am for it," Lucius spoke up which had the livid Lord Nott's attention on him. "It is time that we move on from You-Know-Who's reign of terror on this country. He is dead and now all that remains is his follows who every day are a reminded of those darker days.

If we do not take action right now, who knows when another one of them would escape or bride his way out. Then what will we have, fanatical wizards, trying to reenact their Dark Lord's days.

No, we must make sure we and our children and their children have a secure future. That means we get done with these unpleasantness today, right here, right now."

"Well spoken, my lord, I couldn't have said it any better," Harry commemorated the man, he would have been kissing his feet already if he could have been. The fool didn't even know he was bringing his Dark lord's wrath upon himself and he was giving the rightful Lord of House Back which he was contending to claim his estates and belonging, the trial he deserved and could clear his name.

Deep down inside, he felt a bit sad for the man, but then he remembered how ruthless he was in trying to remove Dumbledore out of his headmaster position by letting loose a dark artifact.

He learned a valuable lesson from him which was thankful for till this day, you got to more ruthless and conniving than your enemies to get what you want.

"Then I believe it's time to call for a vote," Madam Longbottom spoke up.

Looking around, Harry could see this would be difficult to pass, there were a lot of people who were holding out from the Light, Dark, and Grey for many different reasons. But he didn't care, nobody might know it yet, but he controlled a large block of the voting right.

The Wizengamot operated on voting power, you wanted something to get passed or done, you need the proper amount of votes. And this place was made up of different houses with different amounts of voting powers. Knights have 1 vote, Barons have 3 votes, Viscounts have 5 votes, Counts have 10 votes, Earls have15 votes, Marquis have 20 votes, Dukes have 30 votes, Arch-Duke have 40 votes, Royals have 50 votes.

When everything was added up from the 15 each of Potter and Black which he was now the true heir to that was 30. Peverell granted him 20. Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin each granted him 30 each with a total of 90.

So all in all he had 140 votes which was basically 4.67% out of the 3,000 votes. Now that was nearly 5 whole percent, and it would have been more if he had his vassals besides him, but he was yet to contact them so that was a no go.

But still, he controlled a lot of power here, a whole lot of it. Something no one ever had before with him having six Great Houses to his name.

The vote results were in, it was close, but it passed.

Turning to look at his godfather who had a disbelieving look on his face, he smiled at the man and voiced, "I guess we need to prepare for your trail!"

Chapter 60: Luncheon(R-18)

Walking down the steps of the lane, Fudge was the first person to walk up to him with his Undersecretary right in tow.

"Lord Potter," the man greeted him with a firm handshake, "I must say that was very bold of you today."

"Well don't we need to be bold in the pursuit of justice?" he asked, making a sly compliment of his true nature.

"Yes, yes, you are absolutely correct," he answered with a grin as the insult flew over his head.

"Anyways," he continued, "this will look good for you Minister. The people will see that you are a steadfast leader that has the interest of the people in heart and that you would brave through any and all inconvenience to see justice done!"

"Mmm, that is true," the man nodded his head as he got a far off look on his face already imagining the newspapers praising him.

"Yes," he nodded his head along like the man did all the work, "Now that I have you here Minister. I wanted to see if I could get your help on a matter that inconveniences me greatly."

"What can I do for you my lord?" the man asked, curious to know what exchange they could make for the help he offered.

"As you must have heard there has been the misuse of my name and image and I wanted your help to get those who illegally earned profit from it without my permission to justice. I want that money to be donated to orphans and children that suffered from the war like me. To fund Werewolf and Vampire cure research! Plus some of it to the Ministry to help around with the running of our sacred government, of course"

"That is a noble goal, my lord," the toad like woman finally spoke up, "but we all know that Werewolf and Vampire are nothing more than animals that plague us fine upstanding citizens. I am of the opinion they should be put down where they stand."

"Who are you?" Harry asked, even though he already who the unpleasant woman was.

Opening and closing her mouth, she looked more surprised at the question then the total disrespect.

"She is my Undersecretary," Fudge helpfully commented.

"Then you need better control of your people Minister," he said with all the pretension of a nobleman. Giving her only a glance he uttered, "The Minster and I are discussing with each other, please don't step into things you don't understand."

Wanting to guard his money like a good guard dog, the man nodded his head, "Yes, Umbridge this is a matter that concerns the highest of offices, please say silent."

"Now where were we," he said amiably.

"Grabbing his arm as they walked away, the man asked in a low tone, "So how much exactly are you... donating to the Ministry?"

Smiling outwardly while inside he was disgusted, he continued to discuss with the man. This was sadly how the highest offices in the land worked, political favor and exchange of wealth, backstabbing, espionage, and many other dirty things.

After they were done with their 'negotiations' Harry continued to mingle with the other members of the wizarding parliament/court. Madam Longbottom thanked him profusely for helping him secure the position of Chief Warlock and kicking out Dumbledore which she savored greatly. She promised to help him with any agenda he had, which was exactly what he was looking for when he helped raise her to the position.

Amelia Bones was glad that he got Sirius the trial he deserved, she was already preparing for it and getting the evidence needed.

Then he was surprised when Lord Charles Greengrass came over to him to shake his head, "Well played today! Well played! It was quite wonderful to see how you got what you wanted pass, and to weaseling out the support of Malfoy himself. I truly wonder what you bribed him with."

"Whatever do you mean?" Harry asked innocently. Lord Greengrass had long hair that reached up to his shoulders just like Sirius but instead brown in color. He had emerald green eyes which he passed on his daughter, a tall lean figure, with a goatee and a splendid cane bejeweled with emeralds.

Unlike the fractures Light and Dark side with many different ideologies and opinions, he had a firm grasp over his side. That's why even though they had less power overall than the Light and Dark side, they were still a key faction that held great sway in the Wizengamot.

Chuckling, Harry saw how good-natured he was unlike his icy princess of a daughter, though from what he has seen of the precession that went on today, he could also be hard like ice. "Playing dumb, huh? Well, I won't deny that at first, I imagined you were a lad in over his head. But now, I must say you are going to be a great player in these great games of the Houses."

"I must refer to the advice of my elders on these things," Harry respectfully answers, not denying or confirming any of his theorizes. "You must remember I am only your daughter's age, so this is all beyond me."

"Hahaha, if so then it makes it all the more likely. I know the head on my sweet little girl's shoulders, and if you even compared to her a single fraction, then I believe you have done all I imagine and even some more."

"You think too highly of me, Sir," he grinned up at the man. He knew how smart Daphne was she was always the one to give Hermonie a run for her money on the test scores.

"No," he said as he shook his head, "I think too little of you, and I can wait to see what else you have in store. It's always nice to have fresh blood in here than us conniving old men and women. You can count on my support in the future."

Looking surprised at the show of respect, his tone even showed it as he respectfully bowed his head with all jesting gone, "I thank you deeply for the pillar of support, my lord!"

"Think nothing of it, just surprise me!"

The next person to come up to his was his doomed supported, Lucius Malfoy behind him his wife Narcissa Malfoy nee Black.

"My Lord and Lady," he greeted as he gave the older woman a kiss on the back of her hand.

"Lord Potter," the man intoned with a nod. "It has cost me dearly today to support you."

Looking at Lord Nott who was scowling at everyone and Lady Mort who was chatting with her hanger-on, mostly foolish men drooling at the mouth and devotedly taking in everything he said. It was clear there were cracks in the Dark Side, and he felt jumping up and down in giddiness.

The more fractures his enemies were the better it was for him, but he made sure not to say those thoughts, "Still we can all credit you for booting Dumbledore out of this esteem and sacred body. So I believe credit is due where credit is due, and congratulations are in order," he declared with all the false sincerity he could muster.

"Yes, you are correct," he nodded his head, agreeing with him totally even though he used him like a doxy whore with him even not knowing he was accomplishing his agenda.

"We were wondering if you would grace us with your presence this afternoon at our family Mansion for Luncheon," Narcissa finally spoke up.

Pausing for only a moment as a million different thoughts ran through his head, he quickly put them aside. No, they won't try to murder him in their mansion, a lord is due more respect than that.

This was just the life of a pure-blooded noble, wine and sup after a good victory over your enemies and insult them being their backs.

"It would be my pleasure," he nodded his head. Looking down at his long white ceremonial robes which were inadequate for a pleasant lunch with snobbish nobles like them, he pardoned himself, "If you would allow me to have a change of clothes, then I would love to meet you in your home."

"Yes," the man nodded his head, "here is the address," he said as he conjured a slip of paper with the Malfoy Mansion address on it. "We would love to see you."

"Introducing Lord Potter," a house-elf dressed in servant garbs announced his presence as he walked up the steps of the Mansion front door and into the main door.

He should have guessed when the pompous man said, just simple Lunch he meant a great big gathering. Walking around the front hall of the Mansion were people in formal wear whose hats, bags, and canes were being dutifully taken away by house-elves that stood respectfully around.

Laid out before them were endless rows of different kinds of food of all variety, with flowers set up in decorations, wine being brought around, and chandeliers creating a wonderful atmosphere.

At his arrival plenty of heads turned in his direction, he did not have to awkwardly mingle with them as the hostess came over to him.

"You clean up quite fine indeed," Narcissa purred at him as he took him in fine wear which kind of looked excellent on him.

"Thank you, my lady," he answered, he still did not know how to feel about her on the one hand she was obviously the mother of Draco and the wife of Lucius. But there was no denying how shapley and tempting she was, he did have a certain amount of lust towards her, because who wouldn't with such a gorgeous woman.

"Let me lead you to my husband," she announced as she took the lead ahead of him and he couldn't keep his eyes off her swaying ass.

"Husband," she announced herself as she interpreted his little discussion with his people.

"What?'" he asked briskly clearly not liking to be stopped from prattling on and on.

"Your guest has arrived!" she simply stated.

"Ahh, Lord Potter," he said with a wane smile.

"Lord Malfoy, I didn't think that this would be such a great gathering," he said as he looked around all the gathered people.

"Yes, they came to celebrate Dumbledore's impeachment, and who was I to deny them," looking around at all the happy and smiling faces, casually throwing insults at the old foggy, he figured they were all people on the Dark Side happy to see Dumbledore gone and thinking that they could finally run things. But how wrong they were, how very wrong they were!

"Why don't I give lord Potter a tour," Narcissa cut in, "you dear husband take care of important business."

"Mmm," he said, "now that does sound too bad of an idea. Go ahead, and Lord Potter let my lady wife show you the wonders of our fine estate."

Walking away from them at the discussion of one Lord's mistress in one of his estate, he was a bit surprised when Narcissa let him off to secluded parts. Less and less people were around until finally, they reached an empty hallway.

"Are we to look at these fine paints?" Harry joked as they came to a stop.

"If you want," she answered with a sly smile, "but... you could also stare at this and tell me how lovely it is," she stated as she let her clothes disappear with a smile spell.

Looking spell bound as he took in her naked form in all its glory, Harry was frozen still for a bit as he just couldn't believe his turn of luck.

Watching as she walked up to him, as start to cress him with her lithe fingers as she felt up all his abs and muscled. She bit her lips and said appreciatively, "Mommy like what she sees. Now to see if the sausage is in right order," she murmured as she reached down to grab his ball sacks and erecting prick.

"It seem it is," she smiled, then looking at him eye to eye, "Aaaa, how long have I been waiting for this!"

Taking a deep gulp, suddenly she was kissing him, or maybe he was kissing him her Either way, it doesn't matter because Harry didn't fight against it, but leaned into it as he got a full taste of her.

As they start to kiss right there in the middle of the hallway, she kissing just as much as he was her, her body pressing into his as he hugged her tightly to him. Her hands begin to start up running across his powerfully built chest and her lips submitting to his own hungry mouth as his tongue slips and slides against hers.

He could feel her wetness even between his pants and she could also feel his firmness poking her, and she grinded against it. He moaned, a low guttural sound, and she moaned in return with pure want and desire.

He also took great enjoyment in feeling up her as he grabbed those wonderfully voluptuous ass, then gave them a firm smack. Moaning in his kiss, she broke away and gave him a raised eyebrow, but he just smiled at her and watched as she took the liberty of removing his clothes.

First, it was his suit she helped his out of them his shirt which they nearly tore apart, finally it was his torso which she unbuckled hurriedly looking to gave a closer look at it.

"Holy shit," she gasped as her eyes bulge out of her head as she yanked off his boxers and his erect cock smacked nicely against her gaping mouth and cheek. "by the magics, it so huge!"

"Thank you," he answered huskily, "now do you want to get to sucking it like a good little housewife?!"

Licking her lips and caught up in the moment, Harry knew that was exactly what she wanted to do!

But she was also a very smart girl and knew there's no way she can handle his entire cock with just her mouth.

Luckily, her breasts were out in the open and bouncing happily for him. Sitting up on her knees properly, Narcissa reached down and grabs her pale white tits which were a wonderful pair of D-cups. Then she begin to wrap them around his cock as best she can. And then she leans forward and takes the top part in her mouth, sucking and slurping as she proceeds to give him the sloppiest blowjob-titjob combo that she's ever given.

Whimpering with desire, Narcissa then went on to wolfed his cockhead right into her mouth.

Thrusting forward, Harry groans as his precum slowly lubes up the valley created by Narcissa's titties, making the passage in and out of her cleavage all the more slicker for him and easier to slide in and out.

It feels amazing and judging by Narcissa's moans and wants of desires mixed in with soft whimpers, she's enjoying herself to with his hot throbbing prick nestled between her sensitive tit.

Then the little vixen reached down and begin to play with his ball sacks filled with seed ready to burst forth, and he swears out loud.

"F-Fuck! Narcissa you little minx!" he exclaimed with a grunt.

To steady himself and not let his weaken knees collapse under him, his hand instinctively went to the long smooth flowing hair of the woman down on her knees sucking his cock, playing with his balls, and giving his a titty fuck att at the same time. And while he does clutch her hair tightly, he does not do anything else with it, merely holding onto her tightly but allowing her to continue to decide the pace of the sloppy blowjob she's giving him.

He thought about face fucking her, as he forced his cock deep into throat her throat, but she looked like she knew what she was doing.

And ultimately she did settle on a nice and fast pace, slurping and sucking on his cock, gagging on it here and there even, despite the fact that less than half of his member is even going past her lips.

He's just too damn big, and her jaw is already starting to ache. But she's loath to fail in finishing what she's started. She refuses to give up now. Slobbering all over his dick, using her saliva as a lubricant to slicken the valley in between her breasts her valley even more.

Then she picks up the pace even further more until finally, Harry groans out loudly.

"Shit, here it comes!"

It's less of a warning and more of a promise.

Narcissa doesn't back down at all or even freezes up, but continues with the final few stretches like a real pro, milking him for all the cum she could with her mouth and breasts.

Harry's cock suddenly pulses and with a groan, he begins to cum, his seed pumping out of his cock, then it filling her mouth, and Narcissa swallowed every last drop. Gulping it down like his seed was water, she slurped and sucked at his prick drinking up each coil of seed that pumped out of him.

Then finally he let out a long sigh of relief as if he got the best release which he guessed he did. Narcissa on the other hand sat on the ground basking in the after taste of his cum and smiling softly.

"You know you can tell a lot by someone's seed!"

"Oh really?" he asked with a grin as he was back up before he knew it, there was after all much he needed to explore.

"Yes," she answered with a sultry smile, "Like that you are ready for another round."

"Must say, you really do know your stuff, huh?" he joked as he picked her up with his strong powerful arms and pushed her against the wall.

"You are so right..."

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