AN: I am loving the response this story is getting. I am really enjoying typing this so far. I will not be serious with this story. This story is just being written for fun.
Something I'd like to say to Slytherin66 regarding Fleur in a review. She won't become a Weasley, she'll become a... (Read and find out)
Chapter 3
In Auror Headquarters alarms were going off in the office of Kingsley Shacklebolt.
The dark skinned man quickly found what the problem was. It seemed there was a high amount of magical energy crackling in the air in Little Hangleton, a known Muggle location. He called for two Aurors to assist him to the location.
Nymphadora ("Write that again and I will hex you") Tonks and Proudfoot were called up to help Shacklebolt. All three of them apparated to the Little Hangleton Cemetery where the magical energy was being detected.
"Scour the place for the magical residue," Kingsley ordered.
Proudfoot made his way to the older graves of fifty years while Tonks and Kingsley scoured the more recent ones. He came across a strange sight when he came to the Riddle Family grave.
He immediately recognised a man whom was believed to be dead for thirteen years. He immediately put magic suppressing cuffs on the rat like man.
He looked then at the most strangest creature he had ever come across. Never in his wildest imagination did he think he would come across a giant half skunk, half rat. There was a flattened snake underneath the cauldron.
Something caught his eye that was lying in the pocket of Peter Pettigrew. He pulled out a wand that he recognised immediately. He'd had a confrontation with Lord Voldemort fifteen years prior that he escaped from. He recognised the wand of Lord Voldemort.
Something was not right here. He needed to call some people in the Ministry to help out. He wasn't going to call Dumbledore. He always found the man suspicious in the war, even if he was the leader of the light.
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Draco Malfoy was thoroughly enjoying himself. Normally he would be happy when he got the chance to show Potter that he was above him, which never went down well. Or when Pansy would proceed to show him what a good kisser he was. What he didn't know was that Pansy only did it for the Malfoy money. She wanted gold desperately and she knew the Malfoy family had plenty. Marry and Divorce Draco, that was her plans.
"And there we go," he said to himself, finishing the charmed badges he had created. Now he had three different badges for the tournament ready to sell. All he needed now was the Doubling Charm. With the help of a reluctant Sixth Year he managed to achieve what he was desiring.
"Let's see," he pondered as looked at the badges that said Dumbledore Stinks, Support Cedric Diggory: The Real Hogwarts Champion, and Dumbledore Is A Moron.
"Do you really think you're going to get away with it?" the sixth year asked him.
Draco smirked. "We'll see," he laughed. Then a strange sense hit him. "I just got the feeling Potter will buy one."
He shook it off. Potter was Dumbledore's Golden Boy. He'd back up the old man. He didn't know how wrong he was.
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The next day Harry was on his way to the Owlery to see his faithful owl. Hedwig always relaxed him when his friends were annoying. Ron was talking aloud in support of Dumbledore in the Tournament, which Harry quickly found annoying as he was currently pissed at the Headmaster. Hermione was harassing him to tell her what he had done to the Goblet.
He knew he hadn't slipped up. He had made sure to have his regular expression on when the champions were selected. Of course he should have known she would suspect him. Everything that had happened on Halloween at Hogwarts was somehow related to him.
He was now ascending the steps to the Owlery. He turned in the door and saw a sight he hadn't seen before.
There was a silvery blonde woman in the room, who was stroking Hedwig's feathers.
"You are such a beautiful owl."
HOOT.
"I know you know."
HOOT.
"Who is your owner?"
HOOT.
"Harry Potter."
HOOT.
"I think he's gorgeous."
HOOT.
"I'd love to see his bare chest."
THUD.
Fleur smiled evilly. She had come up to send a letter to her parents and found the magnificent snowy owl. She knew this was Harry Potter's owl. She heard the girls of Hogwarts saying that Harry Potter owned a beautiful snowy owl. When she heard someone nearby, Hedwig looked at the door happily. Fleur had noticed Harry out of the corner of her eye and decided to play a trick on him. And it succeeded.
She walked out the door and found Harry Potter unconscious. Smirking, she leant down and Renervated him, moving herself close to him.
Harry's eyes opened immediately and saw the most gorgeous dark blue eyes he could see.
The girl had lovely silvery blonde hair that had flowed perfectly with her figure. He so desperately wanted to reach up and touch the girl's hair and let his hand run freely.
"Enjoying the view," she asked, a brief smirk on her lips.
Harry panicked. Had he been too obvious?
"N-no," he spoke quickly.
"That's a shame," she said wistfully. "It has such a wonderful round shape, doesn't it. Such an amazing size."
Harry's mouth opened in shock at what he was hearing.
"Such roundness," he said slowly, before mentally slapping himself in the head.
Fleur helped the young boy up and pointed at the sun. "It is isn't it."
Harry went as red as a fire engine when he realised it was the sun she was talking about.
"Good bye, Harry Potter," she said kindly, before walking away with a little smile on her face.
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Gringotts
Harry Potter strode into the wizarding bank. Dobby had brought him to London through elf- apparition.
He was soon steered into the office of his Account Manager, where an exchange over arguments about Bank Statements came into the fold. Eventually his parents will was discovered in the meeting and both wizard and goblin fantasising hurting Albus Dumbledore.
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"Alright, tell me what happened," Amelia Bones ordered. "Why are you alive?"
It was now morning in the Ministry of Magic. Overnight she had been awoken and alerted that Peter Pettigrew was found alive in a Muggle cemetery. It wasn't until now that she got the chance to interrogate the man.
Peter knew he couldn't escape if he tried. That would alert the Ministry that he was an Unregistered Animagus. Also there was magic suppression cuff on his arm, meaning his transformation wouldn't work.
Amelia nodded to her Auror. The Auror force fed Peter Veritaserum with three drops on his tongue.
She repeated her question to him. "Because I'm not dead."
Amelia realised she asked the wrong question. "Did you fake your death?"
"Yes I did," he said monotonously. When Amelia asked why he elaborated. From there more questions were asked and answered. By six that night there was an immediate trial set for Peter Pettigrew. Voldemort was still knocked out and locked in a Ministry Chamber while the trial had taken place.
Rita got all the juicy news in the room, despite the fact no reporters were seen in the room. But she knew how to spin that. Soon it was reaching newspapers all over Britain.
Sirius Black is innocent.
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Also that morning another silvery blonde haired wizard was walking into the Dining Room in his manor.
Upon seeing that his breakfast wasn't on the table he wasn't happy.
Stifling a deep yawn he called to his wife.
"Honey, where is my breakfast," he called out.
His wife , whom was in the kitchen was angry. But she had the easiest way to get back at him.
"They're being cooked on the frying pan."
She heard a small scream from the next room. Currently Narcissa was very angry at her husband. She hadn't yet had the chance to knock him on the head since the Quidditch World Cup for his antics.
"What the fu-"
"Don't you swear in my house, Lucius."
Her husband quickly apologised as he read through the article on the Daily Prophet. How could the Dark Lord get himself into the Tournament? Especially when the members of the Ministry still had people hunt for the elusive Dark Lord in South-eastern Europe.
CLANK.
Lucius jumped up and saw what was being laid down on the table in front of him and his wife's current hairstyle
"There's no plates right now," Narcissa said, with a huge smile on her face. "Eat out of the frying pan."
Lucius fled.
Narcissa smiled at her retreating husband. It was always amusing aggravating the man. She had fixed up her hair to look like her sister Bella's, whom he was still scared of many years later.
She sat down for her own breakfast, summoning a plate. While eating she picked up the Daily Prophet. She smiled as she read. It's good to be in charge, she thought.
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Albus Dumbledore made his way through angry students and crowds the next day. The Hufflepuff students glared at him with the utmost loathing on their faces. The Slytherin students were no different, like Hufflepuff they were wearing badges that said Dumbledore Stinks. He knew who the perpetrator was immediately. But this time Draco Malfoy had actually covered his tracks, which was quite amusing to the headmaster, as the boy was not Slytherin enough to cover anything up.
The Ravenclaw's were looking at him curiously and whispering to the people they were with. It was very disconcerting for the headmaster
Then he came across Harry Potter, who was walking by with a goofy look on his face, who was also wearing a Dumbledore Stinks badge(much to his disconcert). Malfoy was massively surprised when Harry Potter bought one off him.
"Harry, my boy," he said jovially. "May I speak with you in my office."
Harry's countenance changed immediately. Now in front of the Headmaster stood a very pissed off and angry Harry Potter.
"Headmaster," he said coldly. Albus Dumbledore frowned. What had warranted the behaviour he was now seeing in Harry Potter? "Does your meeting involve academics?"
"I just want to have a talk with you, Harry. In my office."
"If the meeting doesn't involve academics, then I'm afraid I must call my Head of House Professor McGonagall as a witness to the proceedings."
Dumbledore was confused. The boy hadn't automatically done as he asked? This wasn't a matter that could be heard by his Deputy. Even she was angry with him for putting his name in the Tournament and didn't believe him. He was furious when he found her just half an hour ago with the badges Malfoy created, hers saying Support Cedric Diggory: The Real Hogwarts Champion.
"Surely we can overlook that."
"I'm afraid not Headmaster," Harry said smoothly. "You know what, I find it odd that you seem to be somewhat having a fond interest in me. Do you often meet with your young, male students or is it just me?"
Dumbledore screwed up his face in disgust. Of course he was gay but he didn't like what the young boy was implying.
"Harry-"
"Why are you calling me by my first name?" Harry asked. He shook his head. "It is a huge lack of professionalism on your part." Harry continued before the old man could interrupt. "If you wish to have a conversation in your office, it had best be about academics. However, as it isn't, I will just say that I wish you a good day. And that I believe Cedric Diggory is the true champion."
And with that Harry left a dumbfounded Dumbledore sputtering in the hallway, whom was wondering what the hell had just happened?
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Sirius Black was wandering the streets in his Animagus form, looking for some food for himself and Buckbeak.
He had been back on the run for three months since he left Hogwarts, wandering the streets in search of food and news from the wizarding world.
He was in Huddersfield the previous day. Now he had travelled ten miles away from there in the past twenty four hours. It was now night-time and he didn't know where he was.
He started looking around for a sign or a business. He noticed an ominous glow nearby. He ran forward to see what it was. It was a pub, in bright neon writing it said The Hanged Man.
But where was he. He didn't have a map to tell him where he was.
He decided to sniff the air. What in blue Merlin was that smell? He put his snout to the ground and sniffed harder and started walking towards the foul stench to see what it was.
In Little Hangleton Graveyard Auror John Dawlish was gagging at the smell that had been left behind the previous day. Just before the unusual skunk had been taken away it had left off a terrible protruding smell near the spilled cauldron. He was sent on cleaning detail of the area and he hated it. It didn't help that he was partnered with the annoying new Auror Tonks.
He eyed the entrance of the graveyard, wondering when he would be able to leave. He strained his eyes to see who had come into the graveyard. Immediately he started hyperventilating when he saw the dog that had entered the graveyard.
Great Merlin, he thought. The myth is true. Black dogs haunt graveyards. And he promptly fainted.
Tonks, who had been working on the Sirius Black case extensively by order of her boss, Amelia Bones, had been informed that Sirius Black was an illegal Animagus. The moment she saw the dog she went over to the dog she believed to be Sirius Black.
"Hello, man's best friend," she said softly to the animal. The dog nuzzled himself on her hand, enjoying her touch.
She pulled out the recent edition of the Daily Prophet she had on her, the one that declared that Sirius Black was indeed innocent.
"Look at this."
Upon seeing the headline Sirius fainted. Tonks knew this was indeed Sirius Black. She transformed the dog back into his human form, which had immediately reawakened him.
"I've been cleared," he said slowly, in an ecstatic but slow voice.
Tonks nodded. "But there's still something that needs to be cleared up. You need to register your Animagus form with the Ministry."
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The article that appeared in the Daily Prophet the next day once more brought chaos.
MINISTER FUDGE OUSTED AS MINISTER FOR MAGIC
by Rita Skeeter
Last night in the Ministry of Magic an Auror appeared with a deliriously happy Sirius Black who had proceeded into the office of Amelia Bones to clear his name. What happened in the room was the unravelling of events that had transpired on the 2nd of November 1981.
It was revealed in an recent issue that Peter Pettigrew was captured alive and thoroughly questioned about why he was indeed still living. The interrogation had revealed the innocence and framing of Sirius Black.
It had also revealed the incompetence in the investigation the Ministry had constructed in what happened. Minister Cornelius Fudge was first on the scene on the London street and had proceeded to have the wand of Sirius Black's snapped, and along with Bartemius Crouch and Albus Dumbledore had him sent off to Azkaban without a trial.
Albus Dumbledore, who has often told people that it is better to do what is right than what is easy, sent off the celebrated Auror to Azkaban without a trial. This was not right to do. He is currently under a lot of scrutiny for entering himself in the Triwizard Tournament.
After Minister Fudge was ousted, he was immediately arrested on several counts of fraud, embezzlement and bribery.
After Amelia Bones declined the offer, Sirius Black was voted in as the Interim Minister until a new Minister is elected.
Albus Dumbledore was hyperventilating when he read the last line in the article.
"Oh, Merlin!" he sobbed. "We're completely screwed!"
Oh well, he thought. It could be worse. At least I know what's going to happen in the TriWizard Tournament. That will be a huge advantage.
An owl suddenly flew in to his office and delivered a note to him. He was being summoned for a meeting in the Ministry in the Department of Magical Games and Sports.
He went off to the meeting, expecting to just find Ludo Bagman and Barty Crouch. Instead, when he got there there was a room full of the ICW's from France and Bulgaria, Ludo Bagman, Amelia Bones, the new Minister Sirius Black and Obliviators.
"Hello, Albus Dumbledore," spat Ivan Dmotjir, the ICW Representative from Bulgaria. The French ICW Representative, currently Julien Delacour, father of Champion-to-be Fleur Delacour and former Minister, looked as much pissed off as Ivan. Both of them were furious and pissed off with Albus Dumbledore for how he behaved at the TriWizard Opening. When they found out they couldn't remove him from the Tournament, they unceremoniously succeeded at managing to remove Albus Dumbledore from the ICW in anger.
But now there was a new plan. One that the prankster Minister had come up with.
"Albus Dumbledore," said Sirius Black mischievously. "As you already know what is involved in the three tasks in the TriWizard Tournament we have come to a warranted decision to have your memories removed of what is entailed in the tasks."
Dumbledore tried to escape, but the room was heavily warded and there were guards at the door. He later woke up at Hogwarts with no memory of what was going to happen in the TriWizard Tournament. As he hadn't stored his memories of the knowledge of the tasks around his Pensieve he would not find out easily what would be in the first task.
After the business was concluded in Obliviating the knowledge from Albus Dumbledore Sirius Black went down to the Holding Cells deep in the Ministry. The only people that could access this room was the Minister for Magic, the DMLE Head, Amelia Bones, and the Chief Warlock, whom would soon be replaced.
He took a look into the cell that belonged to the Dark Skunk. He knew who it was immediately and how it happened. Back when he sniffed around the graveyard in his Animagus form he had smelt the scent of Harry at the Riddle grave. He knew how it must have happened. His godson had therefore tampered with the ritual and pranked Voldemort into the form of a half rat, half skunk.
Another idea came to mind, one that would indeed humiliate the now squib Dark Lord before being tossed in Azkaban. Smiling evilly, he noted the idea in his head. Force the squib lord into the Tournament.
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In the Gaunt Shack in Little Hangleton, a dark cave by the seaside, in a Gringotts vault, Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, and in the forehead of a famed wizard, the soul containers belonging to Lord Voldemort dissipated for the final time. As it was soul magic that had made these objects, the magic of the Horcruxes went away when it sensed the original soul had lost its magic.
In the tattoos of the Death Eaters, the soul magic that was used in creating the Dark Marks had dissipated. However, as Lord Voldemort had leeched off a small amount of his followers magic for his own self, the magic in the disgusting tattoos had turned the followers into instant squibs along with their master.
The result ended up with Lucius unable to perform a simple spell, earning the ire of his irate wife, whom proceeded to whack him constantly that day with the dreaded Frying Pan.
In Azkaban, the increasingly insanely loyal Death Eater Bellatrix Lestrange stabbed herself to death, disgusted that she had lost her magic, as did her husband and his brother.
In Hogwarts the imposter Barty Crouch had lost his magic. The real Alastor Moody decided to try and escape one more time, refusing to give up hope, and found a squib in the room. Smiling viciously, he took out his revenge on the man for kidnapping him. The chain of events following this would have both Crouch men in Azkaban and would start the reforming of the Wizarding World.
Severus Snape would stay on at Hogwarts for the time being, as there was 'no silly wand waving' in his Potions class.
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Harry was dragged to an abandoned classroom by his closest friend, Hermione Granger. Upon arriving, she locked the door.
"Now, Harry," she said. "You are going to tell me what you have done."
Harry smiled cheekily. "Ok, it was my fault. I made the Rabbit of Caerbannog in a bad potions attempt. I'm a failure and I accidentally killed the French warriors that had shown up."
Hermione couldn't help herself. She burst into loud laughter. It was wonderful to hear Harry cheery for a change. Normally he would be morose and depressed, never showing much happiness.
She changed her tone of voice. There was really no need to be bossy in asking what was going on.
"Harry, can you tell me what is going on."
"Can I trust you not to tell anyone?"
"Harry, I'm your friend," she said shocked. "Friends trust each other. A true friend remains loyal and that's what I want to be."
Harry looked at her. She looked at him pleadingly, desperate to be given a chance. But the problem was her blind faith in authority figures. But he decided to tell her everything.
Somehow he had switched her allegiances in that conversation from liking Dumbledore to hating him.
In return for opening her eyes to the uselessness of Albus Dumbledore, she decided to help Harry get the girl he was currently having a crush on, whom she had noticed seemed to have a crush on him too. After all, he knew very little about women.
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In Nurmengard Prison Gellert Grindelwald was being given his daily breakfast by the guard that came to his cell.
"How are you today, Nikolai?" he asked cheerily to the guard.
"Not good, I think my wife has found out I have a mistress," Nikolai grumbled.
"You told her about me," Gellert faked sadness, eliciting a laugh from the guard.
"I have some good news for you, all the way from British soil," he whispered.
"What is it?" asked Grindelwald.
In response Nikolai tossed in the Bulgarian version of the Daily Prophet.
Five minutes later the guards of Nurmengard heard howling laughter from the cell of Gellert Grindelwald high above.
"Oh, Albus you bloody moron," Gellert laughed, wiping a tear from his eye. He picked up the paper again to read the story. "I always prayed for you to be humiliated sometime, now I've got my wish."
