[a/n0]Done with the PM suggestions. I already had PLENTY of ideas outlined before I started on the PMs and have only added to them. Good thing I thought to save docs with them, I open an outline and recall the whole thought behind it from a sentence or two. I'm set for months of 1shots averaging 2 per week. From now on, any PMs will just goto the front of the line if I find inspiration.

[a/n]This From Kairan1979:In HBP Harry and his friends meet Narcissa and Draco Malfoy. She blatantly threatens him.Just a thought; for a wife of the known Death Eater she really doesn't know how to keep her head down. I'd like to see the story when Narcissa's threats will end up with her either attacked (after all, Harry is now the Chosen One) or arrested by the aurors (Scrimgeour wants to show the Ministry IS doing something).

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Kairan1979:Narcissa's Troubles

Madam Malkin was doing her typical skillful job. Two measuring tapes were recording every dimension of the client to create a perfectly fit ensemble. While flicking her wand, she spoke to the mother "Of course, Mrs. Malfoy. Nothing but the finest for the Noble House of Malfoy."

"Well, you may fit the first definition of the word." Said Hermione with a scornful laugh. The Trio had just seated themselves to wait their turn and she was the first to recognize the persistent thorn in their lives. Completing the jab with "As for the second, I would say not remotely close."

The seamstress spoke cheerily "Folks folks please! My shop is for fashion. It isn't the Wizengamot chamber or a dueling ring."

"Perhaps the Mudblood will clarify her comment." The tall, regal witch turned and sneered at the students.

Harry and Ron were on their feet, wands half out, but Hermione only smiled "And here I thought Draco got his mouth from being a Daddy's boy." She gave what was clearly a faux-curtsey "Indeed Lady Malfoy. Allow me to clarify 1]belonging to a hereditary class with high social or political status; aristocratic. This, I grant. 2] having or showing fine personal qualities or high moral principles and ideals. A small example being your liberal use of foul language."

"You'll learn respect for your betters, filthy little modblood!" pieces of Draco's half-assembled uniform robes scattered about as he got in front of his mother.

Again the clothier protested "Honored clients please! Making the wizard handsome, or the witch lovely, is the only goal of my shop! I am NOT, with ALL due respect, at all political. Just a small business trying to please people."

"Don't even think of it Malfoy." Now Ron's wand was out.

Madam Malkin left the room in a hurry and her voice could be heard yelling "Aurors! Aurors!"

"Don't do it mate." Harry pushed his friend's arm down. "Besides, Hermione wasn't a hundred percent right about Malfoy." He glanced at all the surprised faces and smirked "Well? It's true. They're not all that political anymore, what with dear Lucy sitting in Sirius' old cell."

Narcissa lost all sense of decorum, pulled her wand and yelled "Bombarda!" decapitating a mannequin.

"Ron. Hermoine. Outside. We need maneuvering room." Ordered Harry, and the rapidly escalating clash spilled into the street. The last out, his shield spell absorbed three powerful hexes before collapsing. Hermione took up defending Ron as he attacked Draco. A flame spell ignited the blond's robes causing him to scream, and rip off shirt; thus exposing the feared Skull-and-Snake tattoo.

Few noticed that immediately because an elderly witch was caught up in the flaming debris and screaming. Fortunately a fairly young wizard ran over yelling "Gramma!" pulled his wand and cast "Aquamenti!"

"Crucio!" Narcissa Malfoy, full of hate and rage, fired at the momentarily distracted Trio.

Harry moved to fully take the impact of the Unforgivable on himself. The shield Hermione was using so effectively was irrelevant, and a purple light surrounded and penetrated the teenager. He screamed.

Draco took advantage of the distraction to de-wand both remaining opponents. Narcissa gave her son a congratulatory smile. However, before either Malfoy could further capitalize, a dozen ropes lashed and virtually mummified them.

Abcij

"So it is your testimony, Mr. Potter, that you were hit with the Cruciatus Curse during the alleged confrontation with my clients? Is that correct?" the Malfoy defense solicitor asked. This was the last witness to be cross-examined and his case was not going well. That elderly witch who'd been so severely injured wasn't just anyone. Her heroic grandson was the infamous Bozo the Photographer, sidekick of the far more infamous Rita Skeeter and coverage in The Daily Prophet was horrible.

Harry didn't much care for the wizard. Not dissimilar to Snape, except at least the professor was clean and neat, this man chewed on a cigar and shaved irregularly. "Indeed, Mr. Banges."

"Strange that you were seen bare minutes later up and walking around to little effect." The lawyer commented.

Harry smirked and turned to Fudge "Your pardon, Minister, was I being asked a question?"

"The Cruciatus Curse is a vile Unforgivable which has driven much older and more capable witches and wizards than a mere boy out of their minds. How is it you recovered so quickly? Or was the spell not what you claim?" he had a weak case and knew it.

The boy shrugged nonchalantly "Well Mr. Banges, I suppose your client just wasn't very good at it. Or just that I have a high tolerance after Voldemort …oh stop the twitching!... cast it on me."

"Now now Mr. Potter, you know the Ministry has yet to offer an opinion on the subject of an alleged return of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named." A sugary scolding came from one of the less prestigious seats.

Harry ignored her and pointed out "I was there when an Auror checked your client's wand and confirmed a Crucio spell."

"And the flame spell that so wounded an innocent bystander? Who cast that?" asked Banges, having been unable to get what he wanted.

To this, the witness shrugged "Sorry, Mr. Banges, I was busy dodging your client's first Cruciatus. Anything else?"

"Minister, I wish to have the witness' entire testimony stricken from the record." The attorney protested "He mentioned facts not in evidence. Specifically You-Know-Who."

Fudge certainly appreciated all of the Malfoy contributions, but that well seemed dry, sooooooooo "Denied."

"Thanks a lot." Mr. Banges sneered under his breath

The Minister's wand flashed as he smirked "I can read lips, defense. That's 5GG for contempt. No other testimony? I believe our Chief Warlock traditionally has the final word."

"Thank you Cornelius." Dumbledore began in his usual manner "Now while I certainly cannot condone eyether Malfoy's behavior, I urge a bit of forgiveness. They must have an opportunity to repent."

Led by Speaker Longbottom, the Wizengamot members left to deliberate and when they returned, grim-faced, she spoke harshly "We, the members, find the defendants guilty. Lady Narcissa Malfoy of assault with a wand, attempted murder, use of an Unforgivable …on a minor, at that… Reckless endangerment of dozens of men women and children. The na-Baron Draco Malfoy on all the same, except use of an Unforgivable is substituted with Accessory to use of an Unforgivable. Draco Malfoy …as a minor… is sentenced to ten years non-Azkaban Ministry custody. Narcissa Malfoy is sentenced to immediate removal from this plane by way of Veil in the Death Chamber. Aurors, you have your orders."

"Hiya Malfoy, Snape." Ron ambled up to the convict and his Godfather. He turned a gloating look at the Potion professor and said "Remember the Shrieking Shack? Dad tells me it's almost impossible to watch but I'll do my best." He was disheveled but still grinning when Aurors pulled the pair off him.