D.B. Potter
01
ISDH
DBP
Night had just fallen, and with the Party being held in his Honor in the Tower, no one would begrudge him missing curfew. Of course Dinner was still in full swing, and would likely be for an hour or two. But Harry Potter had a Debt to pay.
Oh course Granger was at his side, as he picked his way through the trees. Ginny and Neville were a few steps behind. Ron was back in the Castle, filling his hole.
As they stepped into the light of the Camp, the Roaring of the four Dragons went silent. Slowly a stillness spread across the Handlers, as they turned to see who or what had caught the attention of their Charges.
A Bull Chested witch, her chest more muscle than mammary, stepped before the four students. "Why Here?" Her accent was strong, a mix of German and Russian. Her 'dirty blond' braids glinted in the torch light. Seeing it was just four kids, the humans returned to their duties.
"Here to complete my Trade." Harry spoke softly, but firmly. "A deal is a deal is a deal."
A squared shouldered Wizard, small only compared to the likes of Hagrid or the Witch before them. "Harry Potter." Charlie Weasley cried out. "First you send us a wyrmling, then you walk into a Nest and select an egg from under a Nesting Marton Mother's Nose, and walk out without casting a spell." he crossed his arms. "Tell us how!"
"You just have to know how to talk to them." Harry flashed his crooked grin at 'The Spare' of House Weasley. "The Ladies have been unhappy with the food options before them." He stepped forward, waving a Hand at the Longbottom heir who had a bag slung over his shoulder. "Potter always pays its debts, should he know of them."
A squeaky growl brought most heads about to see the Welsh Green pressed against her enclosure. $You feeding us or what!$ the Green and Gold muzzle dropped from the top rail to the gap between the Bottom rail and the one above it. $Get a move on!$
The lads jogged to her gate, and with the wide eyed Neville holding the bag, Harry reached in and pulled out three roasted chickens. $Sorry. The Elfs got a little enthusiastic and roasted three before I could stop them. But they are spicy.$ they were tossed over the gate, $and they had a Turkey, ready for roasting.$ That took a bit of oomph to get over the Gate.
"And what Debts are those, Harry Potter?" a golden waif bare-footed up to the rumbled robed rogue.
"Luna!" Ginny was shocked. "What are you doing out here?"
"Saying goodbye." was the dreamy answer.
Next was the Chinese Fireball. She had her head under her tail, crying into her fringe, as her hind claws wrapped about her last egg. Twelve Handlers were around her, trying to ease the scabbing over her eyes, but she kept sweeping them away with her claws.
"What is the matter?" Harry asked as he crawled through the Gate rails.
"Krum." C-Weasley spit. "Conjunctivitis Curse." he leaned on the gate. "They are trying to wipe her Eyes with an Oculus Potion, to remove the crusting and heal the eyes."
Harry grabbed a cloth from one handler, and the vial of potion from another, and ducked in uder her tail. $Evening Mother. First we need to clean your eyes.$ He poured half the potion over the closest eye, and wiped away the thick crust that was her tears trying to heal her eyes. The Eye cleared as the red veins lost their swelling and her tears ran clear. She turned her Head, allowing him to do the same to the other eye.
$My Spawn! What of the Spawn-killer?$ The red and gold beauty uncoiled from her last Egg. $I will see him Dead!$
$ 'Egg-crusher' is protected from my Wrath, as too his Life. But I can Strike a blow to his Pride and Standing.$ Harry combed her mustache with his fingers. $If you want, I can seek to allow you to fly another clutch. Maybe with a Male of your choosing?$ Stepping back as the handlers eased her into her nest. $I was told you prefer whole roasted pig.$ He turned to the bag and drug out two pigs, each the size of a first year student. $they are cooked, as our Elves like enjoy working to please our Guests.$
She nibbled(biting the whole head off) the first pig. $Pig good.$ another nibble, $Hurt Him. Shame Him!$ she began to lick her egg, in between bites of her roasted pig. $Strike at his Line!$
As Harry stepped out of the Gate Rails, the short snout stuck her nose out. "Baa-haa."
Charlie started laughing, "So that is what she was wanting. A sheep."
The next item out of the was a skinned ewe. Raw. Harry tossed it over the Rail of her Gate with a flick of his wand, never breaking stride. At the Horntail's pen he drew out two goats, with just their necks broken. They both landed at the black iron-hided beast.
$Little Thief! You have Honor! Compassion! And Mercy! My choice to allow you access to My Nest has paid off. Little Warrior, You are strong of Body, Will, and Soul. Thief chose well in Naming you Friend. Little Fyre, Burn brightly in his Hand. Little Moon! Light the WAY Home for our Lads! Little Sphinx, Protect our Champion!$ the Horntail threw back her head and roared at the Sky. The Green and Short-Snout echoed her… as the Fireball fired off five phlegm balls, slamming into the five teens from behind.
"Ah Harry?" Hermione asked. Her tone and face saying what her words did not… could not.
"A blessing, I believe." he wiped his hands on his drying robes. "A hot Shower when we get back to the Tower would not be an insult." a wave and nod to Weasley, and the group returned to the castle.
"Hermione." Luna skipped along at the crinkly haired witch's side. "Help you with your hair if I can crash with you. Tonight is looking a bit chilly."
Hermione grunted, but nodded. A shower buddy for her hair was going to be needed tonight.
DBP
As the quintet trudged through the shadows, no one saw the Black Hunter with red glowing eyes, until it pouched on the smaller male.
Two wands were out and painting before they heard the slurping and giggling.
The Blocky wizard finally got his wand out, [lumous]
A black grim was pining Harry down and licking behind his ears. Harry was Laughing.
"Padfoot!" Hermione shot a stinging hex into the beast's bum. "Shift it!"
As the dog moved aside, and Harry slowly stood, the Witch sighed. "Go to the Shack, you Mutt. Harry will see that you are fed and robed. See you in the Morning. Get!"
DBP
Outside the Great Hall, the Witches peeled off and climbed the stairs.
"Dobby." Harry sighed, just before the little guy impacted on his knee. "Make sure Luna's things are available to her when they get out of the Shower." Seeing something off to his left, he picks it up and puts it on. Adjusting the straps to fist as best as it can.
The Elf touched the drying goo on Harry, before rubbing between his two fingers and thumb. His Eyes widened. "Who got Snotted?"
"Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Neville, and I. The girls are showering now, and I will in a bit. I have something to do First."
"Has Master decided on Winky?"
"Once she sobbers up. I will Bond her." Harry turned towards the Doors of the Great Hall. "Oh. Dog-father jumped me as we were returning. Send him a hamper with Dinner and robes. A selection of Wands if you can find them." Turning his Head to Look at Neville. "Heir Longbottom. I find myself in need of a Second. Will you do me the Honor?"
"It is I who is Honored." Neville drew his messy robes about him.
Dobby Snapped, and Both lordlings were now wearing 'Clean' School Robes. Before vanishing to handle the chores his Master had set before him, plus a few more errands.
DBP
The Great Hall was on Roll. the children were yammering, the teachers were half-way into their Cups, and Fudge was face down on the Table…
All in All; a good night.
Albus humed as he laced his fingers into his beard, and leaned back.
Then Sky above darkened, and the Storm Struck.
Everyone went Quiet. The Ceiling of the Great Hall was enchanted. A Miracle class enchantment. It knew when there was an Attack coming. Easily to ignore when the Storms are raging outside the Walls, but on a Clear night?
The Doors were shoved open, as Potter and Longbottom stood just beyond the threshold.
"I Have Come for Vengeance!" Potter cried across the Great Hall. "A Grieving Mother has Called for Help, I was Chosen to Answer that Call!"
"Sit Down and Shut up, Potter!" Snape yelled back.
"Potion Master Snape. Another Word, I will be Honor bound to declare Blood-Feud!" Harry Snarled as he strode to the center of the Hall. Neville, never more than a step behind him. "I Am Here to Chastise the 'Child-Slayer' for his careless and thoughtless acts of Murder!"
"Those are Heavy Words." Flitwick spoke from his Seat.
"And it is with a Heavier Heart that I must Do this." Harry drew himself to full height. "Krum!"
Whispers spread across the Hall as the D.I.M. Champion stood and slowly walked to face down the wild card of this farce of a Blood Sport.
In his Broken English, "Whot You Got."
"She Wanted you Dead. When you Blinded the Fireball, almost ended her Line. She would Raze this Castle to get to you, but She will not herself, nor have Me commit the Crimes of which you are Guilty!" Harry sneered at the Bigger boy. "Even I have no Standing to call for your life. You could have chosen a better avenue of attack. While We would also like to go after those who put us in that position, You, Mr Krum, are the Face of the Issue. Vengeance has been decided. An Attack on the Line, and An Attack on the Face. We will see you lose Standing as a Hero of the People!" Harry buried his Right Fist into the Bulgarian's Bon-bons. There was a crunch sound. Harry stepped Back, and Brought his Fist down across Brute's face. "Matron! You have my permission to put him in my bed." Harry looked at Malfoy. "House Potter pays her Debts." He swept from the Hall.
DBP
Davis leaned into her Friend. "Is it just me, or did every witch thirteen and up just get soggy?"
"Just You." Greengrass bit out. But she squirmed on the bench.
Headmaster Karkaroff railed at Dumbledore about letting his Champion attack the others.
"Igor. I remind you. Potter is not the Hogwarts Champion. Had you better not go see your Champion. Poppy is good, but I doubt you would even trust your Mother with your golden boy."
"Albus!" Igor revved up for another round.
"You can yell at me, or look after your student." There was Iron under the Grandfathery Tone. Igor dashed off. "Minerva. Have the Lad come see me before Breakfast."
DBP
A Hot shower, dressed in his cotton Pjs, Harry felt better as he shuffled back to his Bed, Neville was doing one last watering, before he too turned in.
DBP
In the center of the Quiditch Pitch, a Wizard's tent stood. Not just any Tent. It was a custom Job that Dobby had picked up, just before being 'dismissed' by Lucius. Outside, it was a two story Tudor style house. Inside, it was one part Ceasar's Palace, one part Heasta's Gardens.
Dobby was working Quickly, but a few of the Younger Elves decided to have a little fun, and into a Closet, they emptied the 'Room of Lost Things'. Dobby was filling the Ladder and Cellars with the surplus of the Castle. Samples and cuttings from most of the plants in the School's greenhouses…
He collected the Dogfather and the Hamper. As Soon as the Four Students were fully asleep he moved them to the Master Bed. The four Students, drunken female Elf, an orange half breed cat, and the Grim all fit on the great goose down, hand stuffed mattress, with room to spare. The White Owl was perched above the bed, as the Cave Toad was left in the Garden.
He hurried to the Goblin Bank, and offering the crusty robe as proof, exchanged the Master's Trust vault to bulon and loaded it into a very well charmed set of Trunks. On his way back to the tent, the Elf bought two sets of each, a stone carver's workbench, wandmaker's workbench, a potions lab, wood carver work bench. And tanners.
When all was put away, the little elf crawled into his master's arms, all the better to hold him…
DBP
As the Morning Light bloomed, the four Matron Mothers raised their Heads to the sky, and began crooning one of the old songs. Brighter it got outside, the higher their voices carried.
As the first ray of light flashed across the Valley of Hogwarts, a Black, two story Tudor tent vanished.