Harry Potter: The End of All Magic
Disclaimer/Plot/Author's Note/Dedication: SEE FIRST CHAPTER
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Key Pairing: Harry/Male Harem
Other Pairings: Sirius/Bellatrix; Others TBD
Normal Speech
'Thoughts'
'Mental Speech'
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Winged Seer Wolf: Bellatrix was already a Black when Sirius named Harry his heir, so her Lestrange ties wouldn't register; also, technically, given what you know I have planned, brother, I think it's safe to say the Lestrange line is safe with Harry anyway, right?
"Am I dessert, Master?"
"No, Uncle Barry," replied Harry, licking his lips as he added, "I have to skip dessert today; Mama will be happy…but, anyway, I've got to go."
"How come?"
As the door to the cell opened again, Harry sighed before he turned to face the hallway beyond again as he answered his favourite toy.
"Charlie said it; I've got an uninvited guest coming to crash my birthday party."
Chapter 3: Party Crashers
"What? Harry?"
"Nope! I didn't see anything," replied Harry, shielding his eyes for good measure before he giggled softly, "But you might want to get that birthmark checked out, Papa; it could be a cancerous growth."
"It's a bloody birthmark, you cheeky brat," laughed Sirius, even as he quickly adjusted himself, returning his robes to a somewhat-normal look, before he looked to his boy as he asked, "What brought you back so suddenly, anyway? I'd have thought you'd at least have let me have the chance to put a baby brother or sister for you in your Mum's belly?"
"I would have," agreed Harry, casually sliding into Bellatrix's arms before he sighed softly as she toyed with his hair as he added, "Unfortunately, one of my toys told me that we have some uninvited guests coming to disturb my birthday party. So, while I'd love the idea of a baby brother or sister being in my home with me, Papa, I have to come back and spoil your fun. Don't like it? Thank the goat, the toad and the bulbous, infectious wart coming to our room."
"Oh fuck!" spat Sirius, earning a sharp rap to the back of the head from Bellatrix, "Ow! Bella; come on. You can't stand Fudge or Um-bitch anymore than I can, especially not after what those two corrupt little runts did to you, me and our boy!"
"That's still no reason to poison my beautiful boy's lovely ears with your filthy tongue, Sirius," argued Bellatrix, gently placing her hands over Harry's ears before she kissed his brow again, "Don't you worry yourself so, my baby boy; Mama will keep the nasty words out of your beautiful brain."
"Like fuck?" asked Harry, laughing as Bellatrix hit Sirius again, before Harry asked, "Well, what about arse? Twat? Bastard? Bitch? Fucked-up vagina poisoning little dickhead? Oh, and Mama; what's a See-You-Next-Tuesday?"
"SIRIUS BLACK, I SWEAR, I AM GOING TO CASTRATE YOU SLOWLY WITH A MOULDY, WHITE-HOT BRANDING IRON FOR POISONING MY BABY BOY'S EARS WITH YOUR BILE!" Snarled Bellatrix, earning roars of laughter from Harry, who cuddled against his Mama while Sirius turned redder and redder as he lowered his head.
"Actually…actually, Mama, it's your fault too," said Harry, earning a mixture of an apologetic look and a bewildered expression from Bellatrix as Harry rested his head on her chest as he explained, "You and Papa are very loud when you have your adult time…and I'm not always as far away as I was today before my after-breakfast snack gave me the bad news."
"After…" Sirius began, but when Bellatrix shot him a warning, if not malefic glare, Sirius clamped up, leaving Bellatrix to look down at her boy.
"I'm sorry, Harry; I never wanted you to be…"
"I know, Mama," replied Harry, toying with Bellatrix's hair for only a moment before, to her surprise and appreciation, Harry grabbed a handful of her hair tightly in his hand and yanked hard, bringing her down to his eye level as he hissed darkly, "And I don't care, Bellatrix: if I want to swear like a priest and talk about shags and sex and how fucked up the world is, you won't stop me! That is what you promised, isn't it? To be here for me, in whatever way I want, even if it hurts?"
"Y-Y-Y-Yes, my…my little Prince, of…of course that's what I swore," replied Bellatrix, a mixture of delight and pain etched onto her face as, not for the first time, did she see the darker, more-mature and, dare she think it, Dark-Lord-worthy side of her little boy.
This was the exact same same side that the Dementors had seen when one had tried to Kiss him.
The same side that Smith had seen when Harry had made him into his faithful dog.
And the same side that had chosen Bellatrix to be his Mother-figure, even before she had sworn her Blood Vow to be his, whatever that meant.
"Oh, okie-dokie then; just checking, Mama," replied Harry, seemingly shifting abck into lovable darkling mode as he kissed her cheek before he gently stroked the hair he'd pulled, his voice once again tinged by a hint of apparent innocence and childlike curiosity as he asked, "Oh no! Did I hurt you badly, Mama? I didn't mean to."
"You know you can do anything you want to me, Little One," argued Bellatrix, kissing Harry's fingers before she told him, "That goes double for when you're as big a man as your Papa; from then on, my body will belong to you, just as it belongs to him. So, if you want to hurt me, you can hurt me; if you want to rape me, I'll scream bloody murder for you. If you want to abuse me and treat me as your dog, my love, then…woof-woof!"
"Maybe later," laughed Harry, licking his lips in a possessive, predatory manner before he hummed as his head snapped towards the door of their cell, "For now, we have to play Pretend, Mama; the party crashers are about to come to the door."
Nodding in understanding, Bellatrix watched as Harry once again switched into the mode that was expected of him, especially after ten years in Hell on Earth – or so the insects would think – as he whimpered sorrowfully before nuzzling Bellatrix's robes. In response, the former Lestrange held her boy in her arms before, shushing his fears, she did the first thing she could think of.
She sang to him.
"Nothing's going to harm you…not while I'm around…nothing's going to harm you, Harry…not while I'm around…"
"Merlin's beard!"
"Is that you, Amelia?" asked Sirius, a note of apparent madness lacing his words as he looked up to the shocked, if not horrified trio of pale faces looking into the cell.
One of them, Sirius recognised as Albus Dumbledore himself, the sight of whom made Sirius growl under his breath, remembering how little this senile old coot had done to try and help Harry all those years ago. Now, however, the old fool actually looked alarmed, if not relieved to see Harry was still alive, though Sirius had a feeling that the alarm was from how Harry sought comfort and consolation from the dangerous monster of a witch that was Bellatrix Lestrange-now-Black.
Next to Dumbledore, Sirius saw a fair-haired, pale-blue-eyed lady whom was dressed in official-looking robes while, to his surprise, she also wore a crested badge that announced her as the Minister for Magic. She also had a rolled-up scroll in one hand while the other was holding tightly to a silver pendant that Sirius recognised as those belonging to the Aurors, in order to stop the Dementors attacking them.
'Such a shame the dogs won't attack intruders without their Master's command, or even hunt without his permission,' thought Sirius, hiding a chuckle as he looked to the third member, whom, to his surprise and relief, was none other than Harry's wolf in sheep's clothing, Ezekiel Smith, whom Sirius also saw bearing a crest of his own.
That belonging to the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
'Good for him,' thought Sirius, his eyes flicking to Harry as he mused, 'My boy will be happy to see what has become of his dog…huh, I also guess that I'm not questioning him anymore myself either. Guess that's what I get for thinking with my dick.'
"What…what is she doing in…in this cell?" asked Amelia Bones, the fair-haired woman Sirius had noticed, pointing at Bellatrix as she asked, "Of…of all the cells, and all the prisoners, who…who authorised her to…to be in the same cell as…as this little boy and…and Sirius Black to boot?"
"Ahem-Dumbledore-ahem-and-ahem-Fudge-ahem-and Crouch…ahem-hem…oh, sorry, Amelia-darling; it's a bit dusty and goat hair infested in here, don't you agree, Albus?" asked Sirius, earning a soft giggle from Harry, even as the young boy looked to the door himself.
"Albus? Is that Albus Dummy door, Mama?"
"MAMA?!"
"Oi, only he can call me that, thank you very much, Bonesy," insisted Bellatrix, letting Harry spin himself around so he was sat in her lap, his head resting against her breasts while she stroked his hair as she continued, "And, before you ask, maybe you should also ask Sirius here about what my beautiful little one calls him now…here's a hint; he would have called someone else it, if not for certain greasy bats, old goats and fucked-up snake faces…do you know them, Albus?"
"Well, I…"
"Mama!" cried Harry suddenly, pointing to Smith, who seemed to draw himself up with pride as the boy asked, "Look-look; Smitty's got a nice, shiny new badge. Aww, does that mean he's not going to come and make us laugh like he used to anymore?"
"Sadly not, Mr Potter," replied Ezekiel, earning an unseen nod of approval from Sirius, whom suspected that Harry's faithful dog was playing his own role in the game that had been played with the freaks and losers of the outside world over the past ten years. "After the recent indictment of the former Minister and his cabinet, new authority figures were needed and so, by a unanimous vote, former-Director Bones became Minister Bones and I, Lord Ezekiel Smith, became the new Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. This also means I can now work with my boss to clear up a travesty of justice committed by…certain people…"
"Like the one with the initials AD and a love of himself and Dark Lords, Smitty?" asked Harry, earning a horrified, if not outraged look from Dumbledore, who seemed to move closer to the bars of the cell, glaring daggers at Harry.
"Well, if you ask me, Minister…"
"No-one did, Albus," replied Amelia, before she looked to Harry and Sirius as she explained, "You see, in light of former Minister Fudge's stupid act of sending a baby to Azkaban, my first act as Minister was to offer you, Harry James Potter, a full pardon and all rights restored."
"And Mama and Papa too?"
"ABSOLUTELY NOT! BELLATRIX LESTRANGE IS…"
"Black," interrupted Bellatrix, earning a beyond-alarmed look from Dumbledore, who'd been the one to voice his unnecessary opinions, while Bellatrix looked to Amelia herself as she explained, "And, if you ask him, I'm certain Lord Black can provide testimony to me swearing not only a fully-binding, fatally-damning vow of loyalty and care to this little wizard in my arms, but also vowing to never again bend the knee to the mongrel known as Lord Voldemort!"
Amelia and Ezekiel flinched, but Dumbledore didn't.
Harry, however, giggled softly as he asked, "Don't you remember, Mama? I thought you said his real name was Tommy Riddle?"
"HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?"
"Dumbledore, I'm warning you," argued Amelia, a small part of her also wondering why none of the other prisoners were shouting the odds, thanks to Dumbledore's outraged cries. "One more outburst like that and I might just have to launch an internal investigation into your association with former Minister Fudge and former Director Crouch's actions in allowing two innocent souls to come to Azkaban."
"Especially since Papa is also my oathsworn godfather, Miss Bonesy," said Harry, earning a blanched look from Amelia, who didn't know whether to scowl or laugh at how adorable Harry sounded, even using a nickname she loathed as much as she hated a certain pink thing who'd also been given her just desserts for her part in Fudge's corruption.
Suffice to say, the Ministry toilets had never looked cleaner.
As she silently laughed at the thought of the world's least-favourite witch getting what she deserved, no matter how loudly the pink bitch shrieked about Amelia being corrupted and treasonous, the new Minister looked to Sirius as she asked, "Is this true, Sirius? Oath-sworn, he said?"
"Blood and magic, not that anyone outside of a select group knew about it," replied Sirius, before he jerked his head in Albus' direction as he added, "Just like some people knew I would have also sooner died rather than betray Lily and James to that half-blooded wanker."
"Mama! Papa said another bad word!"
"I heard," drawled Bellatrix, looking now to Sirius as she added, "That's a month of personal bone polishing you've got to suffer now, you old dog; and, speaking of bones, Madame Minister, I suppose, if Lord Black and his heir are to be freed…"
Dumbledore looked like Vesuvius itself about to drown Pompeii, much to Harry's amusement, while Bellatrix went on, "Then, as I am no longer Bellatrix Lestrange, and once again Bellatrix Black, and my only responsibility is to this little raven in my arms, the Old Law demands that I too be set free, am I right?"
"The Law of Blood Sanctity, dated 1591, does state that, in the event of a Lord reneging on marital ties to another Household, the affected party of the Lord's House is given a clean slate from this day to their last, or if they should commit another crime before their last day," replied Ezekiel, earning an excitable look from Harry.
"So, Mama can come home with me and Papa, can he, Smitty?"
"That's Director Smith to you, young man," chuckled Ezekiel, though, on the inside, he knew his master would not stop taunting him, testing the waters and making sure everyone knew that, where Harry Potter was concerned, he could commit mass murder, even in the Muggle World, and his pet, Mr Smith, would defend his actions to the hilt.
Meanwhile, Smith kept up appearances as he explained, "But yes, as scary as it will be for some others out there, it is true that your…your Mama can come home with you and…and your new Papa, Lord Black…and there is nothing that anyone in the Ministry can say or do to stop that, short of changing the laws that have existed for over three hundred years before they were even a Name in our world."
He indicated a now-furious, almost-foaming-at-the-mouth Dumbledore as he said this, while Amelia put her hand through the bars, handing the scroll to Sirius as she explained, "In light of your unlawful incarcerations, Lord Black and Heir Potter…"
"Ahem, Heir Potter-Black, thank you, Amie," drawled Sirius, before he drew himself to his full height as he cracked the seal on the scroll before, looking from Amelia to Dumbledore, he added, "And, since you're about to go through the motions of compensating us, Amelia, I have one wish: grant it and all debts are repaid between House Black's current Lord and the Ministry concerning the past ten years."
"What is that, Lord Black?"
Smiling wolfishly, Sirius pointed a single finger at Dumbledore – and not the one he wanted to point – as he told Amelia his terms.
"I want him to swear a wizard's oath that he will stay as far away from my family as circumstances allow and that, since his release will also mean that he is to attend Hogwarts in September, I want the oath to also say that Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore cannot meet with, interact with or have any contact outside of official business with Harry James Potter-Black without myself or Bellatrix Black present!"
"Why you…"
"Agreed," said Amelia, earning another alarmed look from Dumbledore, even as Amelia frowned curiously as she asked, "Incidentally, Albus, I do believe you're still struggling to find a new Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor for the coming year, aren't you?"
"Actually, Amelia, I…"
"I'd also recommend a new Potions Professor for my boy, Amie," said Sirius, once again cutting Dumbledore off at the legs as he indicated his son, whom was now beaming like the cat that ate a whole aviary of canaries, as Sirius pushed on.
"After all, unlike Bellatrix, Severus Snape is the worst choice of mentor for my son, especially since he's a Death Eater himself and someone who basically would rather dance on James' grave before be in any way civil to his only son and heir, whom he also owes a life-debt towards, I don't hesitate to add!"
The sudden flurry of blindingly-bright robes told Sirius that he would now be left to deal with the Minister.
This also meant that Dumbledore missed Bellatrix being the one to drive the nail into the coffin.
"And, tell you what, Madam Minister; as proof of my newfound care and respect for these precious little darlings, I gladly volunteer, with a guard or supervisor if it'll put your mind at ease, to be the new Defence Professor at old Hogwarts with my beautiful boy whom, unlike…say…Snivellus Snape, I promise to be completely, and professionally neutral with in all things."
The End
"WHAT? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT LITTLE BASTARD, HIS DICKHEAD DOGFATHER AND BELLATRIX ARE FREE? ALBUS, YOU PROMISED ME HE WOULD BE MEEK, IGNORANT AND PATHETIC! YOU SWORE, YOU SENILE OLD…"
"Do not speak to me as though I am one of your Gryffindor students, Severus!" snarled Dumbledore, having had visit his Potions Master, spy and second-most-expendable pawn at his home, if only so Minerva and Filius, or anyone else for that matter, couldn't stick their noses into his business.
"But…but Potter…he…he knows?"
"Yes," said Albus, his voice still edged by fire and fury as he hissed, "And, for your sake, I suggest you either give him cause to believe you can be civil with the boy, or, at the very least, ensure nothing gives him cause to call in that debt! After all, my double agent, I can only protect you for so long, especially with that interfering old crone, Bones, now in the seat of power! Why didn't you push for Lucius to take the spot? Or even someone we could use like I did Fudge, like Thicknesse or Scrimgeour?"
"Remind me, Headmaster," drawled Severus, his voice edged by a hint of disdain as he asked, "Where did you have me go when the opportunity arose to make things work for you? Oh yes, I remember: I was finishing up the poisons for your test for the uppity little brat and your sheep; and what about you? Where were you? Oh, that's right; you were…"
"Severus, I am warning you!"
"And I am telling you, Dumbledore," retorted Severus, shaking his head firmly as he explained, "You can fire me, have me sent to Azkaban, even put up to have me thrown through the Veil of Death. But there is nothing that will make me be…civil…"
If it was humanly-possible, Severus' jaws actually sounded more-clenched than normal, his voice so strained, he might as well have been trying to push Big Ben out of his ass, as he went on, "Towards Potter's bastard! I have made my decision, one you told me to make, I also do not hasten to remind you, when you told me that I was to observe the brat's so-called progress and ready him for the Dark Lord's return! Now, you have a choice to make, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore: what is more important to you? Having a spy in His ranks or making me…blergh…be nice to that pathetic spawn who stole my beloved from me?"
Unfortunately for Snape, he forgot who he was dealing with.
As the sudden flash of red reminded him, as did the voice of the old man as he sighed with disappointment.
"I'm sorry for this, Severus, but for the Greater Good, sacrifices must be made…even ones as crucial to my needs as you, my pet!"
Chapter 3 and, while the insects are out, it seems the old coot is just as delusional and power-crazed as ever, but what will he do about the fact that Harry's definitely not weak or anyone's pawn any longer?
Also, will Amelia actually unleash Hell on Hogwarts and allow Bellatrix to become Professor Black, the new Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor, along with the broken Boy-Who-Lived's return?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: It's time for a family reunion…but not the family reunion you might be expecting; also, Harry acquires some interesting new insights into the world while it looks like, now he's out, a different kind of longing, need and hunger has stirred within the Demon Prince of Azkaban…
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AN: Portrayal
Amelia Bones: Jemma Redgrave