Harry Potter's Secret Weapon
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A/N: Thanks to my wonderful Beta, LtsHrIt4ThBoyz.
New Pureblood Graftees - NPGs - formerly muggleborn or half-blood magical people that are getting a new lease on life after being drafted into a new family. A cleansing and renewal of the gene pool.
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Chapter 25 Uncovering Dark Deeds
August 1st, 2:00 AM, Saint Martín's Hospital, Paris
It was very late. The family had all left except Juliette to go to a nearby all-night cafe. They were camped out in a corner booth when a pale male appeared out of the mist.
Sirius wondered why would a vampire come here? Oh, it was Byron, and he was likely there to ask about Marius.
Remus had done as asked and visited him at High Octane and shared what was going on. Byron wished Harry a Happy Birthday, and gave him a special gift. It was a Letters Patent. For a Duchy!
"My title has done nothing for me. Not even when I was alive. Let it go to you, Harry Potter. For what you have done –are doing– to keep us all safe."
Harry didn't know what to say. "I can't. A dukedom? Wow. I mean, it's nice of you, but what about…"
"The land is in the middle of London. A moldy old mansion needing too much work to revive; too historical to destroy. The council dithers. You could cover it with scaffolding while you are at Hogwarts and then POOF! Historic home restored with one reparo charm after you graduate."
Harry chuckled, "I think it would take at least two, sir. It's nice to meet you." He stated, shaking his hand and bowing his head as he'd been taught, "So, are you related to Marius' girlfriend? Is that why you are here?"
Byron looked at the boy, and leaned in suggestively, "Heir Black, I am the 'girlfriend'."
Harry blinked. The only people who were ever nice to Harry growing up were people that the rest of Privet Drive shunned and gossiped about for 'being gay'.
"Oh, OH!" Cried Harry, catching on at last. He extended his hand again and said unnecessarily, "I'm Harry Potter, sir, which you clearly know. It's a pleasure to meet such a wonderful, what did Remus call you? Oh yeah. Partner. Marius is awesome! I'm sorry he's not here. I guess you couldn't reach him on the mirror?"
"No. Though I did try several times to call. You are an amazing young man. I know two young women who want to live together, and are looking for a place to rent. Together. Would you allow them in one of your places?" Byron asked softly.
"It depends, sir. If they are marked against their will, and promise not to serve the dark any more, sure. Why not? But if they are Death Eaters, no thanks. They would have to find someplace else."
"And if they were marked, wouldn't you want to kill them?" The former duke asked.
"What? Why? Just because they stood in line for 'trains' instead of brains and took a holiday? Serving Tom seemed like a lark to a lot o' em, I bet. Groupies. I saw a young Tom Riddle. Handsome bloke, not as much as you or Marius…" Harry blushed at what he'd just implied to man.
Byron had to interrupt, "You find ME handsome?"
"Well, sure. But, but…I like girls, okay? I'm with Hermione!" Harry pointed to a girl cuddled and asleep in her mother's arms, leaning against her shoulder. It was late.
"She is indeed beautiful. I do hope that I actually get a chance to talk to your princess, or should I say duchess, someday? I do expect an invitation to the nuptials. Guard her well."
Harry nodded. This flamboyant person was the only one not tired amongst them. Harry looked at the parchment. Wow. He was going to have to register his own heraldry. A raven for sure; that was from the House of Black and his animagus form, a cauldron perhaps? A caduceus for healing? Hmm.
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Saint Martín's Hospital
The tired healers filed out of the room. Marius among them; he had insisted on helping and had learned a lot about working on magicals with 'less than standard Merlin quotients.'
And wasn't that a nice way of putting it instead of labeling someone as a non-productive firework!
Juliette was there, but François had gone with the rest of the group for coffee.
He reached for his mirror to call Byron to gain a little strength before facing the family.
Juliette called for a house-elf.
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Byron's mirror rang. "Marius! Darling! You look completely done in. Join us. A little cafe steps from the hospital's east exit. I bet a quick bite would fix you right up. I'm with your second family. Harry and the others. Please, come join us?"
Fallow, Juliette's personal elf, popped in just then, the sound waking Hermione as Marius and Byron embraced publicly. Juliette rushed to her husband as he stood to meet her.
"They just got out of surgery. The priest never came for last rites. Do you think? Do you think?" Juliette babbled in her husband's ear. The couple turned to wait on the healer to be available to talk.
Juliette knew that she had been high-handed elf-popping them both there, and tried to give the healer a minute to talk to his friend and collect himself.
And maybe sit and get a cup of coffee! She certainly needed one.
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Marius was speaking to Byron, "But High Octane! You never leave the safety…"
"Hush, this is Paris, the City of Love. They don't allow stakes here. Not even trees." The wind picked up just then, and branches scraped at the windows. A silencing charm shushed the evidence of his perfidy. " Besides, I have a protector: Duke Potter."
"Oh, you did give it to him. Well done, Byron." Marius smiled and plopped down on the cushioned booth seat, dragging Byron down beside him.
Byron's look of disapproval at Marius' antics, had Marius grin unrepentantly and stated, "Oh, leave off! I don't need to be on my manners at this time of morning!"
"But I'm bruised and you've disheveled me!" Byron sniffed.
Harry could tell this was a well-loved bit of banter.
François was done waiting. The cozy large circle table was in the corner with wide bench seats, and clearly had hosted more than one waiting parent for news on a patient.
François demanded, "How is she? How is Sofia?"
The server brought new cups and a carafe of coffee, pouring for the two newcomers.
"Let's return…"
"No! Here in public, in front of our family is just fine. Please!" Juliette begged.
Marius cast a privacy charm over their group, "Let's start with the good news. Sofia is alive, and will be able to attend school in September."
Juliette burst into tears, François clearly holding on by force of will. He had fought Grindelwald and faced dementors. He would face this too.
"But there were…issues. The pasture had not been well watered, and had had full sun for weeks. It was as hard as the ground got there. The rock she landed on didn't help. And for that, I am so, so sorry. She's…she's…"
Marius got up and went to the window. The light from the inside made it impossible to see out, but Byron could tell that his lover was crying and went to him.
Byron just held him for a time, letting him regain his composure. Ambrose ordered soup, whatever they had ready to serve, and guided Marius back to the table. A natural Empath, the vampire learned much from non-verbal clues.
"She's disabled in some way?" Bryon guessed.
Marius returned to the table and recast the privacy charm, but remained standing. Byron a shadow behind him, supporting him.
"The child is paralyzed. From the waist down. She'll be in a float chair. We don't know if she can regain her mobility or not. For a while, it was touch and go to keep her…I mean, there is hope. That one potion, Harry, you know…"
They had translated a potion that Harry hoped to test before using on Moody. It seemed to be a 'renewal' or 'regeneration' potion. Marius stated it was most promising.
Harry nodded. But all of the most unique healing potions they had translated seemed to demand plants or animals long extinct! Or at least no longer readily found.
Clarice was trying to track them down. Reaching out to the countries that still had dementors. With each new impossible plant, the team sought a trade for dementor removal if they had it. She even asked the countries where the dementors were already removed.
"Sofia will be in the hospital for at least another week. Maybe longer with her non-standard magical quotients. They are settling her in a private room now, Madam Fenwich. Please, please forgive me for my part in today's disaster."
Darlene's father stood, hand out to shake.
"You were the only one at the party allowed on Malfoy lands. She should have followed instructions, and waited for me to be there to fly. I think she wanted to create a scene. Harry was nearby; a chance to be rescued by her hero…nevermind.
"The family owes you a life-debt monsieur. There are many fine hotels nearby here. You and your partner are welcome to stay where you like. Our elf can make arrangements. I cannot invite you to our home; I would make a poor host, being here all the time. I will, however, provide for you there. For as long as you wish to stay."
Marius shook his hand, "Kindly said, Byron likely knows a nice one."
The family roused to wish everyone good night, they had to awaken Hermione and Emma. They all, including Tonks and Kingsley, headed to bed at Aunt Calladora's.
Byron mentioned a name, and Juliette sent Fallow to see if they could prepare a room for special guests. While waiting for confirmation, Byron forced soup on his tired healer, fussing over him.
Most of the magical hotels in Paris allowed vampires. But like pets, they were expected to behave: not bite the guests, and not leave a mess on the carpet.
Byron swore the oath, and took his tired healer to bed.
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August 1st, 6:13 AM, Chateau Lumiere
Darlene had trouble sleeping and was awake at dawn. Aunt Calladora must have had some sort of charm set, and greeted her previously frequent visitor with good Parisian coffee and croissants from her favorite bakery.
"How kind of you. Thank you."
"Have you thought of names?" Calladora asked gently, "I'm so happy that you're having a witch."
Darlene smiled. Calladora had already bought several things on the shopping trip when delivering the news to family. A new life! A new baby. A little witch of her own. She would have to try very hard not to make the same mistakes her parents made with Sofia. Look at Harry! It shouldn't require abuse for a child to not be spoiled.
"She's due April 1st. A prankster. I wanted a politician, or maybe a barrister." Darlene shared, "Something with more regular hours."
Calladora chuckled, "Yes, I can see that. Several star names are quite lovely. Cassiopeia hasn't been used in some time."
"You're trying to distract me. My sister has been seriously hurt. At my home! Flying! Something that my mother already feared for causing injuries! She and papa argued over Sofia taking flying equestrian lessons, but she finally relented because of 'reasons'." Juliette's reasons went unspoken. Primarily because Sofia's…'low Merlin index' wouldn't even be questioned if she were riding or even competing while astride.
Calladora asked, "But was it the horse that caused the problem?"
The women took their warm beverages out to the barn. Darlene loved brushing the horses, and Calladora loved talking to her while she did so. "No, in fact, the horse's actions helped save her. The cause was Heir Malfoy."
Calladora turned away, tears in her eyes.
"What, what?"
The Seer expounded, "Draco Malfoy did something terrible this summer. So dark, my ball won't show me. He's marked; now a courtier of the Dark one. That monster is back in a semi-physical form that can wield magic. Beware of Heir Malfoy! No matter how he treats with you or your husband, you must not take that viper to your bosom!"
Darlene promised, "No ma'am! Sirius wouldn't allow them to go hungry if they were like Adrian Pucey and his mother. Forced against her will into a marriage. Silvia never took the mark. She is such a kind soul."
"And creative. You gave me that wonderful hat!"
Darlene smiled. She'd forgotten. "More than one person told us that their family tried to imperius them into taking the abominable tattoo! The minute the ritual started, the curse was broken, and the backlash hurt the Dark Lord! He demanded that people stop doing that.
"I wonder if Amelia Bones knows this? I should tell her." Darlene finished, more muttering to herself. "Poor Sofia! Crippled!"
"Given a choice between a full life with happiness or gaining magic, which path would you choose for yourself?" The elderly witch asked. "Harry will eventually be able to heal her hurts."
Darlene thought for a moment. "I would choose a full life. Everyone has a spark of magic, but many muggles live fine without it."
"Then don't let Harry give her magic. He will one day be able to. And please, for his safety's sake, please don't share that with anyone!
"He'll feel obligated to do so, later in his life as she is your sister, family of a sort to him. Don't let him! It isn't the best path for her!"
Her eyes went completely silvery, and she wavered a moment. Baxter popped in with a float chair and glared at Darlene.
"Mistress Seeing too much!" Baxter shouted and popped away for tea ladened with honey.
"Could he truly heal her?" Darlene asked.
"Of which malady? Her evil intent? Or her crippled body? Choose one to heal.
"Her lack of magic protects us all."
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Monday, August 1st, Nottinghamshire Hall, the Nott home
Theodore Nott was being pressured into joining the Death Eaters just as much as Adrian Pucey and others were.
A group of neutral Slytherins had been invited to a nice party at the Nott home. The recruiter was supposed to be Thaddeus Nott, but then he was upstaged by a younger and more hot-headed wizard. The grandfather had left him to it, thinking he would be more successful.
Draco walked around bragging about all of the evil things he had been doing the last month. If the parents and grandparents knew what an insufferable little slime the boy could be, they would realize that he was working against their cause very well.
Especially with Adrian Pucey looking healthier and better dressed. And it was due to Potter's largesse in fronting the money for him and his mother's store.
Part of what he had to say was for just Teddy; the other part was for everyone.
"Teddy! Don't be afraid! You know what a wonderful gift you have. Beauxbatons has art classes! That French girl that Longbottom is courting mentioned it. And magical painters travel! You could have a good excuse to move schools, get away from the Slytherin murderers, and make something of yourself." Adrian lobbied under a privacy charm.
"Do you really think that Potter would help me? Why?" Teddy demanded.
"Because, as we speak, Potter's cousin or whatever, is in Saint Mungos getting treated for an attack on her that Draco caused!"
Realizing his chance to pay Harry back a bit, he released the privacy charm. Besides, Draco had moved off, conferring with Marcus Flint privately.
Acting as though they were still behind a privacy charm, Adrian continued talking to Teddy, "Poor Miss Fenwich! She fell a hundred feet after being kicked in the head by Draco's trained war-Abraxan. She's lucky that she's a witch or she'd be dead. Do you think that Potter is going to just sit back and say 'thank you'?
"Oh, and she's Duke Orléans Great-granddaughter. He's going to petition sanctions from the ICW for an attack on a member of HIS House. And she's younger than us, so you know how protective the parents will be! Draco tried to kill her! A little girl! A royal little girl!"
Actually, Sofia was the Duke's granddaughter, but because of the age difference, a lot of Harry's friends made that same mistake in thinking that Sofia was a generation apart from Darlene, but they were sisters, and Juliette was indeed the Duke's daughter.
Others in their group might pretend to be swayed by Pucey, but they heard a different message in his tale. Information that if the Dark Lord was not so weakened at this time, the mistake would likely have been fatal to the Malfoy boy.
Draco had a young royal girl in his grasp and let her go!
Adrian noted the looks. His work was done. He slipped away, surprised when Teddy followed him. The boy cast another privacy charm as they made their way to the sideboard and helped themselves to some of the food.
"Do you think that your mother would let me stay with you? Just until school starts. I think that I can transfer on my own. Without my grandfather's interference."
"You have an elf, right? Have them pack for you. Tonight. Come with me, you'll owl your grandfather that you are staying with friends. I can add you to our private wards, and ask for permission for you to stay. You'll have to take oaths. They aren't bad, though. No dark deeds, no killing people. Definitely no Dark Marks." Adrian explained.
He continued, "And if you want a job, you could work with the ground crews on the estate and help take care of the animals. Feeding them is a blast really. And there are new twin baby hippogriffs! Did you know that they usually have twins? That hippogriff that scratched Draco is the daddy, and now he really does look ready to take anyone's arm off if they come too close to them. But Harry can ride the sire anytime."
"Do you think that he would let me try sometime?" Teddy asked.
"You can but ask. And unlike the 'Lord of the Manor, Draco', he won't be a prat about it, one way or the other."
The boys turned as Draco and the rest followed in eating. They let the charm go, but Adrian knew that the two could slip back to Blackmoor later.
Karr, being summoned at the gate, granted them not just entry but guest-rights after Teddy Nott took the oath. Neville Longbottom greeted them at the gate, and called for elves to help move luggage and get Teddy settled.
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Monday, August 1st, Chateau Lumiere
The family had lunch together, everyone was very quiet. Hermione held Harry's hand. They were all tired, wrung out.
In a lot of ways, it had been the best birthday ever for Harry. But a lot of truths had come out that were very uncomfortable. Draco Malfoy was marked? Not good.
Remus had mirrored and asked if Teddy Nott could stay with them, well stay with the Pucey family. Sirius agreed and asked him to set Teddy up in one of the businesses if he wanted.
Remus shared, "He wants to paint; I'm thinking of a magical portraits and photographs shop. For later. He's Harry's age. It would be a place where Colin Creevy could work. His photos are quite good."
"Write to the grandfather and state that House Black offers patronage for his art classes. Let us do more for arts, science and music. Toad choir? Let's talk more later, unless you have something else?" Padfoot asked.
Remus shook his head, "No, that was it. The Malfoys are gone. I expect a long list of demands of things to be returned to them from the house, but nothing yet."
Sirius interrupted Remus, "There's no need to worry about any 'demands'; Narcissa was told that the property and all chattels are forfeit. The property just needs to be warded to prevent any intrusions."
Yeah, the monsters had left the building.
"Gringotts curse-breakers are already busy. The house-elves are packing up the cleared items. Is the plan still to sell all but the art?" Remus asked.
"Yes. Let Darlene and the other ladies choose completely new decor for the Chateau. We finally have use of the carriage. We finally have that permit. Took long enough."
"The Ministry is such a mess! They dragged their feet on permits, Narcissa tried to kill you and they won't lift a finger! Director Bones has declined to prosecute as she was told by Fudge that Narcissa could plead that she was provoked. With the current makeup of the 'Mot, we have no hope of conviction. But the evidence is being kept." Remus finished with disgust.
"I know, but things are getting better. With both male Lestranges gone, you'll notice that the Ministry did not claim the estate." Sirius pointed out.
"You aren't going anywhere without a squad with you, are you?" Remus fussed. A foreign Lord Lestrange? Bellatrix would gnaw the bars of Azkaban to seek revenge for that. Worse since it was really a British muggleborn now in the role.
"Nope. Don't worry about Bellatrix. She'll be gone by All Hallow's Eve. I don't see her surviving Azkaban long without magic.
"I need to update Alastor. Keep us apprised of anything unusual at the manor that is found. Good luck, Moony."
Giving his friend a worried look, Moony went about his multiple tasks. Percy too was at work, but promised to come home the minute that Umbridge left the building.
They were hopping!
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After mirror-calling Harry, Neville invited the Slytherins up to the house to have formal dinner with Penny and Percy, Clarice and Remus, and himself, of course.
Neville was sat in the host's chair as though he were a son of the House; which in both Sirius and Darlene's mind, he was. He really was.
Teddy and Adrian were a bit shy at first, but Clarice described the newest orders for pranks, and asked them what sort of pranks Slytherins pulled on one another.
After that, it was a light-hearted crew eating together. Remus reassured Mr Nott more than once that there were family and friends in France they would introduce him to, and Clarice asked him what kind of shop he wanted; with or without quarters.
She was openly talking about Moonsgate, and the "pureblood" village of the future. With a wink.
Teddy expressed a desire to have a shop with quarters, but he was not sharing with Creevy! He'd have to sleep elsewhere.
They all chuckled at that. Seeing Teddy willing to work with a muggleborn boy told them everything they needed to know.
Neville had never thought that he could be so comfortable with Slytherins. These people weren't the enemy! Daphne and Millie were friends, Adrian was coming out of his protective shell, and showing that he really was a good guy. Neville worked to make Teddy feel a part of the group.
Teddy had never felt so accepted or welcomed. Adrian's mother was still in her little shop, and was touched when the elves sent both a plate of the served food, and a small plate of desserts to share together that night for her and Evelyn.
Both Silvia and Evelyn had been invited to the dinner, but they were working late in the shop. They had orders for Yule dresses that they were trying to finish. But were touched by the kindness on offer.
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Chateau Lumiere
After the late night, Sirius had sent all of their personal guards for a good rest. Shacklebolt was making sure that gravity didn't fail on the couch downstairs in the informal parlor: Sirius had 'mistakenly' swapped out Shack's Pepper up for a sleeping potion. Oops!
BloodRage and Sage were at Gringotts; Tonks was asleep upstairs, and really, everyone else was just feeling tired and out of it. Harry and Hermione would never skive off Moody's lessons, but he had called to cancel.
Alastor was talking to Sirius, "...participated in Augusta's second cleansing, and now we're sweeping the entire Ministry. Albus should ne'er attacked yer lass; he's never been caught before. His machinations are being exposed; his influence is waning."
Padfoot was too tired to say much. "The Council of Healers hasn't rendered their decision. But by all appearances, Albus has had a very bad few weeks. I think they are going to let Magic decide."
Alastor and he were speaking under a privacy charm; The man was clearly distressed at the findings. They signed off, each telling the other to be constantly vigilant.
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When Sirius woke from his nap, and looked around.
He looked at Harry, reading the instructions aloud on becoming an animagus to an interested Emma. Hermione was next to him and was cuddled into him. Darlene was cuddled warmly into his side. The room also had a smiling Aunt Calladora, and the snoozing Dan.
Then there was the sound of a carriage out front, and a footman was knocking at the door.
Baxter popped in, "His Grace, the Duke of…"
"Grandfather is here!" Darlene interrupted, leapt to her feet and went to the door.
**OO**
The Duke had been about to ask to speak to Harry alone, but then everything would just have to be repeated. Why not just address this group. At least it was small.
After introductions all around, the elderly man bowed to Harry.
"Heir Black, on behalf of the House of Orléans, I humbly apologize to you for ruining your birthday celebrations with yourself and your godbrother."
Harry stood and bowed, "Your Grace, I accept your apologies, but I don't understand. Sofia is your great, I mean, your grandchild. But she…it wasn't entirely her fault. There are others trying to break up Hermione and I. But yes, thank you for your kind words. I, as both Heir Black and Heir Potter, accept and extend to you the hand of friendship."
Harry walked over but instead of a handshake, got a warm hug.
The duke took Harry's shoulders and stood him back, so he could look the boy in the face, "I need to apologize for it taking so long to get you back. I tried so hard in the ICW. We've had powerful enemies keeping us apart. But I have loved you since you were born, and count you family though you don't know me well yet."
Harry had to look away and try to surreptitiously wipe his eyes. He somehow knew it; all those lonely days in the cupboard. He knew that there was unknown family out there that wanted him. And here he was - a Duke!
What would Petunia say to that if this man had shown up with his flying horses on Privet Drive! She would have fainted, and then he would have had a thing or two to say to her, he bet!
The man then pulled him close, and tucked him into his side. "This next part is hard for me. But I want to be the one here, the one sharing this shameful news.
"Now, I wanted to tell you this in private, but I think everyone here has your best interests in mind. Juliette confessed her plotting in the hospital to me just now."
Darlene came over and took her grandfather's hand. Side by side, they sat on the couch, Sirius on the other side of his wife, Harry being pulled along.
The man sat uncomfortably and played with his lion-headed cane. Harry wondered if there was a wand inside, or if the whole thing was like a miniature staff. He could feel that it was a magical focus of some kind.
Harry chose to sit on his 'grandfather's' other side and reached out to take Hermione's hand again. Sirius quietly expanded the couch, so they could all sit close but comfortably.
"My granddaughter was born with a low magical count; we don't know why. We hoped that it would increase as she grew older; helped with special exercises, special diet." The duke shook his head with sorrow.
"Darlene, you are a very strong witch, your husband is amazingly so. I worry that Grindelwald cursed François like the young lady that Harry is helping. Cursed through her family.
"Juliette wanted to make sure that her grandchildren were magically strong, and knows that you are a mage. With Miss Granger's power level, she could attract a nice wizard, and go elsewhere."
Harry growled, and held Hermione's hand tighter, "So Sofia wanted me, and thought she deserved me? Typical."
Guierre nodded, "I am truly sorry, grandson. The family promises to behave. I have told Juliette that if Sofia recovered and even comes close to what she tried at your party, she's not going to like the consequences."
Harry nodded, "She and I met at the Solstice Ball before I knew there was a connection. We didn't exactly…hit it off, and I didn't give her a chance. You have to understand that there are a lot of girls at school who seemed to want to be 'friends' with me just because of my supposed 'fame'. pfff! I get…annoyed with that type quickly. I do feel at least partially responsible for some of the problems here. If I had just asked her…"
Hermione poked him, "No! Think about it! If Draco was a female, and she was demanding dances, giving in would not make the situation better. Honestly, my love, it would just get worse. What then happens when kisses are demanded next - you know where that would go."
Hermione clenched her fist, and the magical power of her previous fights came to Harry's mind. Oh yeah, he knew where this would wind up and it would not be pretty.
The duke sighed, it was worse than he thought if this brave and honorable young woman was comparing Sofia to a female Draco Malfoy! They had files on him. Entitled, spoiled, and had never faced true discipline. Hmm. That did sound familiar.
Deciding to change the subject, the duke pulled out a long leather covered tube. Uncapping the tube, the man pulled out a short odd staff. The tube had long straps that could be worn over the shoulder, and appeared to be made of deepest black dragonhide. There were runes etched in the red binding along the opening. Harry had seen Percy use something like it for his rolled documents. Clearly this had an expanded interior. The staff was made of an odd wood, familiar to him.
"That's ironwood! It called to me in your shop!" Harry exclaimed.
"Your grandfather, Charlus Potter, commissioned this staff after finding notes about the object he'd been searching for. I made this for it."
The staff was short, only about four feet, then opened up like a lily. It was hollow for about a foot or so down the middle. Interesting.
"You think that my grandfather was looking for the exact same device that is mentioned in the book I'm working on?" Harry asked.
The duke nodded, "I don't know, but I think that it might be. It wouldn't hurt you to have this, just in case.
"Keep it with you in this satchel. You never know when magic will provide." The wandmaker instructed. "I still haven't finished your new wand, but hope to by the time you return to Paris to visit the Delacours in a couple of weeks."
The Duke got up to leave. Harry stood and gave him a hug. "Thank you sir. We only have a few more potions left to translate. I hope to finish before school starts."
"I'll leave you to your practice. I'm going to go check on my daughter before the session starts. Good day."
Darlene kissed Sirius, "I'll go with you to the hospital, Grandfather, if you will give me a ride." She got up to move with him, Baxter brought both her cloak and hat, and the pair went to the waiting carriage. Riding to the hospital together gave him time to warn her what he planned to do at the ICW meeting the next day.
He was not happy that Malfoy could just get away with this! Not that the whole family losing access to the nicer home and lands wasn't a good start to a 'consequence'.
**OO**
Calladora started to explain to Harry about Darlene's grandfather.
"He's not been comfortable with company since…well. Harry, where were we?" Aunt Calladora loved being included like this. They were all together, safe. They planned to stay one more day just for Darlene to be able to visit easily, but they were going back to England on the morrow.
Harry held the handle of the new partial staff in his hand. It felt…powerful. He would definitely be calling Winky later on today to work on the book. For now, he got back to reading.
"Be one with your inner animal! Embrace the power, the majesty… "
**OO**
Tuesday, August 2nd, Special Session ICW, New Quarters Paris
During a break, several of the politicians gathered for a brief snack. Some had been upset to hear that Dumbledore was facing legal issues in Britain.
Others, who knew him better, weren't surprised in the least. The Duke had timed his entrance well.
"Guierre! It has been too long. Your case is up next. What are the results that you hope for?" Sven asked, joining their table and setting down his coffee before he sat.
"Finally! Without Dumbledore here, I can face the accusation of selling 'exploding' wands and get my seat back. Garrick is coming. I hope to be exonerated. I am happy to take veritaserum. The truth will set me free."
Guierre shook the politician's hand from Norway, then passed him the pastry tray which he waved off. They had all fought together back then, and Sven Thorssen and his team had even stayed with them for a time after the war to celebrate.
The duke shared what the younger Malfoy did to Sofia, and all those listening were appalled.
"The nice thing about open warfare is that those attacked can fire back without their friends chiding them. I sent one letter. Lord Black acted to sever the witch and her son from House Black, thereby removing them from Hamptworth Lodge. I don't know where they have fled. But to answer your question, I don't expect the ICW to do anything to them.
"We know that they have been trying to bring back their dark lord. Worse one ever, according to Dumbledore? Bah! The boy was just a few years too young. If he had joined forces with Grindelwald, they might have had a chance to win. Now? The Death Eaters are left scrambling trying to steal what is not theirs to forge a legitimate claim. To what is not theirs."
The representative from Uganda who had plucked an apricot tart from the tray, chortled, sending a small spray of powdered sugar into the air, but was listening, not joining the conversion.
"Your granddaughter finally got custody? Dumbledore kept deferring that to the committee based on 'need to know', 'blood family', you know. Protection? Bah!" Sven asked.
"Someone with a magical signature similar to our friend Albus made Darlene's friends and her fiance forget about her. The curse was broken when they were together inside Black wards. I requested that they not break the curse on Amelia Bones, as I want witnesses."
Sven clapped his hands like a boy, "So smart. Yes. I accept your invitation to be one of the witnesses. Thank you, your grace."
"You just want to drink something from Harry's wine cellar, knowing that it's been untouched for so long."
"I thought that the house was destroyed?"
"It was, but not the foundation or underground. Madam Marchbanks preserved the land for his inheritance, and the house-elves have recovered many unexpected treasures from the depths. Good thing that Dumbledore was unable to regain entry to the property, proper. Yet, he somehow ensnared the flying creatures for a time for Hogwarts. What they will use to pull the carriages at the school is a mystery. House Black could certainly rent them out."
The last crumbs were swept away, and the long-time colleagues returned to their seats in the chamber.
**OO**
The new Supreme Mugwump called Guierre of House Orléans's case. His tribunal was short. He was completely exonerated of having sold 'defective' wands. There were few objections. Garrick Olivander was there and shook his hand.
They had two different methods of wandcraft. Garrick even set up in Guierre's shop, occasionally sending his son to fit French students who couldn't afford the French wandmaker's personalized wands. They were friends, not enemies.
And Garrick sent anyone needing a custom wand, and recommended all aurors to his friend Guierre.
The whole thing was ridiculous and had taken more time to open and close the proceedings than it took for the actual tribunal.
The duke had his seat restored to him in this chamber, and his first action next session would be to inquire as to what happened to the Potter seat in the ICW. For the moment, the duke had no memory of what had transpired there.
**OO**
The Magical Interpol injunction against the Malfoys was expected. The message by the ICW, sent to Britain, was not.
'We suspend Albus Dumbledore from this body, pending an investigation into his participation in the control runes inscribed in our previous headquarters; thus necessitating the move to these new quarters. Whoever was trying to control us – their power is over.
'If it didn't go against our 'peaceful' mandate, we'd suggest you stun the old relic and throw him through the veil. He should carry a warning label.
'Furthermore, regards the Warrant issued by our Interpol arm: Whether or not Heir Malfoy thought the mounts were stolen doesn't matter. He could have landed, let the child dismount and walk back. He did not, and now she has been grievously injured. She landed on a rock! The girl is lucky to be alive.
'Also disturbing is the memory taken of the encounter, demonstrating the youngster's depraved indifference and even overt hostility towards the child he'd just injured! It should come as no surprise that the reports coming out of England say that this FOURTEEN YEAR OLD CHILD has been MARKED! Thus declaring himself an adult by magic. Though his actions may or may not have been 'enhanced' by the abomination.
'As for Lucius Malfoy? The charges against him stand. Fraud, theft, kidnapping, attempted murder, and attempted murder of Officers of A Court of Law - which is a Death Sentence all on it's own. If he or any of his family is seen in any country friendly to France, they will be extradited and held on charges. Magical Interpol now issues an international warrant for the arrest of Draco Mafloy and Lucius Malfoy. We do not interfere with a country's criminals unless they cross international boundaries and/or a country refuses to deal with their malefactors, internally. Of which this is clearly the case.
'Britain has refused to turn the elder Malfoy over for justice. Let them respond to this new injunction. If they do not turn over these criminals for a fair trial, Britain could face sanctions."
The applause was long and loud. The new quarters in Paris had been thoroughly checked, and Minister Delacour had welcomed the change.
Security in the building was tight. Going through the Thief's Downfall, hidden behind a blind corner so people were through before they knew it, had revealed Elphias Doge in polyjuice and another old crony of Albus': one Dadalus Diggle. Why were they trying to sneak in? What were they up to?
If they had just wanted to watch, they could have come as themselves! Sat in the gallery. This wasn't Dumbledore's reign of secrecy and political moves in the dark. The bright shining facility had plenty of room for visitors.
The old building in Bern had been infiltrated by Grindelwald and his people in the late 1930s, but no one had known. Or noticed.
The warning message sent from Director Bones to Minister Delacour had filtered abroad. In Switzerland, the ICW headquarters was found to be riddled with runes of control everywhere –now they knew what to look for– and was quickly abandoned.
The Parisian palace used for society events was huge, and had been given over to the ICW with the understanding that social events would still be held in the ballrooms.
Damage control, at the Swiss facility, was still ongoing, but the current plan was to send protected curse-breakers to remove the most critical of documents then send in the dwarves to demolish the building.
It was too dangerous to allow it to stand.
It would only be after its destruction that people would realize that Dumbledore's personal office was never searched. The chair of control runes was enough evidence on its own to lead to Dumbledore being defenestrated by an angry duke.
Lord Black had been approached for more of the type of protections he had crafted for Bill Weasley.
Clarice and Remus were already hiring staff for new business Some Enchanted Evening; Sirius was a genius at enchanting but didn't want to mass produce anything. For this? He'd be willing to craft a few more, but didn't want the devices to go out into the world without control. They could be used for nefarious purposes if they weren't careful.
Used for pranking? He'd support that all day long. For theft, or worse, no thank you!
**OO**
A tired Lord Black accompanied by his wife's grandfather and a small team from the ICW made their way to Britain The team consisted of the Norwegian, Sven Thorssen, a quiet representative from Uganda who rarely spoke but heard everything, and an elderly Japanese witch who bowed to Harry and winked at him in passing; Having met during Harry's work/play trip in July. The group assembled at Blackmoor Hall that evening.
Remus was notified and had several omnioculars on stands prepared to record.
Marius Greengrass, already on the wards, and Darlene were on hand in case of need.
Amelia Bones was asked to join them in the Master's study. Darlene was positioned behind Sirius. The witnesses were up against the far wall.
Amelia came in, hand extended in greeting. Darlene took a step to the right and into the Director's view. Amelia took one look at Darlene and fainted.
"I do seem to have that effect on people.'' Darlene quipped, "Is it my breath? You'd tell me, wouldn't you, Padfoot."
Marius caught Amelia with a readied spell and the lady, nose bleeding, was floated to the couch.
The witnesses, including an ICW healer, watched the results of the scans.
Amelia awoke, and just like the others, shouted, "Darlene! You're alive! You're alive!"
The normally taciturn witch hugged the healer, tears pouring down her face.
"We lost so many! I was told that you were with Lily and you died in the attack! Clearly not. Why didn't I remember later? I don't understand. I am so glad that you are okay; that you and Sirius are together. Wonderful!" At which point Amelia buried her face in her hands and sobbed.
She had lost her own fiancé during the war. She had a full life though with Susan and her friends making up for the lack of children of her own.
She then looked up as Sirius handed her a large handkerchief. Wiping her face, she introduced herself to the team observing, "Hello. I'm Amelia Bones. Am I supposed to know you? Because it didn't work, and I don't."
"You, madam, need no introduction. Your abominable treatment was clearly designed to keep Harry Potter away from his rightful guardians. We can try to address this in the ICW. I understand that Dumbledore is up on different charges in Britain?"
"I can try to add this, this, unauthorized memory charm to the list. But the fight against Dumbledore has just begun." Amelia intoned.
**OO**
Tuesday, August 2nd, Hippogriff barn, Blackmoor Hall
Harry fed another ferret to Buckbeak and his lady, but Hermione was getting too close to the babies. Carrots or not in her hands, she was invited to be a snack to the mama.
A squawk and flared wings was enough of a warning, but the black baby had taken a step forward to greet the kind witch.
The glare of the female was enough, and Hermione took several steps back.
The baby squawked as well. It was clear he was saying "But Mum!"
Harry laughed and gave his feathered friend another treat, which Buckbeak passed on to the vigilant mother.
The young mage extended his hand to Hermione, carefully exiting the barn, but snuck into the riding horses stable.
He pulled her into an empty stall full of clean hay and kissed her soundly.
"Thank you. For being with me for the last few days. For being my friend."
Hermione kissed him back before walking over and grabbing a brush.
"I still haven't named my new horse. Wanna help me? I mean, you named Hedwig from a history book when you knew nothing of the magical world."
"All I could think of was 'Dash'," Harry smirked.
Hermione had the horse in the cross ties. "Dash? Dashiell might work, you know; for the writer? She isn't that fast. She doesn't want to go beyond a walk."
Harry shook his head, "No, I don't know that one, but you do. You see, it's a little joke."
Hermione started brushing then levitated a brush to Harry to help. "You'd like this writer. He wrote detective novels and is quite famous."
The pair did their chores without complaint, but every change of animal involved a few kisses exchanged.
"I wonder if we could bring the horses to Hogwarts." Hermione mussed.
"We need an indoor arena and stables. It's so cold and dark there. Something to ask the new Headmaster. I'd be willing to pay for it. Daphne likes horses, as do several of our friends. It could be another club." Harry suggested, "And Madam Hooch could continue our lessons there!"
Hermione smiled brightly at that. "Oh yes. Those are definitely lessons I agree to, my love."
"Wait. You love me?" Harry pretended to be shocked.
Hermione put on a look of trying to solve a puzzle, "I know, right? But yes, yes I do."
And the two shared a warm hug, the horse in cross ties reaching to nibble Harry's wild hair.
**OO**
Tuesday, August 2nd, Ministry of Magic, DMLE
Auror Gawain Robards was a trusted auror; fair to the purebloods, but respectful to those of 'lesser quality' as the nobs called it.
Gawain had just gotten out of a briefing with Director Bones. The preliminary investigation into Dumbledore kept hitting brick walls. One thing was for sure, this part of it was going to be easier than what some of his coworkers were facing.
Auror Robards was part of a trusted group that got to see several disturbing memories. Including then Auror Bones being obliviated with something new and different - not an obliviate, but something…different. Surely the man had done something illegal there!
It was making the charges stick that was the problem.
The invitations for a private interview since the spectacular 'Mot session a couple of weeks ago had gone unanswered. Not undelivered. Gawain was sent out to the 'estate' to do the interview there in person.
Arriving at the gates of the farm, he could see that she had cultivated lands, and very poor looking tenants minding them. Oh no! Was she, no, he was not here to investigate the living conditions of the tenants. But one thing was for sure.
If Lord Black got what he was asking for, the conditions for those living on the Prewitt estate were about to improve. Greatly.
**OO**
Fred and George had been working on it; now it was complete. Full of nasty bugs, just like they wanted.
They discovered that one way Clarice dealt with so much fan mail was to ask the House-elf exchange for help from time to time.
No one wanted to give rabid fangirls who sent inappropriate pictures or unmentionables in the mail an autograph or anything to encourage such behavior. No, no, no. Clarice asked for the signature quill for Harry for thank you's for appropriate gifts.
It inspired so many ideas. Mwahahaha!
The Pranking Parlor's newest trick would be ready to sell for school shopping, and oh how the professors were going to despise them! This? A spelling quill? Oh no, no! They would be able to deny it honestly.
"Are we going to get any positive points this year, oh, simpler twin of mine?" George asked rather plaintively.
"What? What do you speak? Positive points? Those are two words that do not go together." Fred stated.
George nodded, "Oh, an oxymoron."
"What? I thought it was our youngest brother who was the moron, not me!" Fred claimed.
"Wait, I didn't say that!" George defended.
"Ha, ha! Got you, oh uglier twin of mine." Fred laughed.
"I am still the more handsome and clearly more clever brother. I know just where to test this quill too…" And Fred nodded knowingly.
Angelina, coming out of the pool with Katie, walked over just then to see what the cackling was about.
The boys decided to go swimming with their girls. Fred was seriously thinking of proposing to Angelina soon, or at least by the end of this school year if things continued to go well.
If only she had a twin.
Could they de-age her decade older sister, Eva, who looked a lot like her? Probably not.
**OO**
Gawain had waited a long time, and rang the doorbell twice before it opened.
The bedraggled house-elf didn't look beaten, but it did look half-starved and overworked.
"How can Quiggs serve?" Was said in a defeated monotone.
"Your mistress has two choices. Let me in and speak to me, or have me arrest her and she comes to an interrogation room like a criminal and talks to me. I am sure that the lady can make a smart decision."
Quiggs never looked up, but was clearly cringing.
"If you allow me, I can tell her." Auror Robards offered.
The little elf nodded, tears dripping down its long nose. A patronus message was sent giving the homeowner the same choices he had told the elf.
"Well? Don't just stand there! Bring tea to the formal lounge." The woman, who had never been lovely, looked much worse than when he had last seen her. She had given her voting proxy to a neutral party in exchange for some favor or other, and she hadn't gotten it back.
"Madam, do you know why I have called on you?"
"Of course! Do you know how many letters, not to mention howlers I have gotten over it? People make contracts all of the time. Molly and I are the only living Prewitts by blood, but I am Matron of the House. It is my right, no my duty to the House to make the hard choices!"
Gawain would not eat or drink with this woman, but stirred tea that had no sugar or milk, and listened.
"Harry Potter is and was going to be a force in this world. There was no way to form a betrothal with him. Regardless of Albus' promises. He could request any girl, and people would be bowing and offering him king's ransoms for dowries. No, instead, I received some house-elves, lazy sorts but still. And Molly's daughter got a contract worthy of her. Did she honestly think that her daughter could gain an honorable marriage? Ha!"
The auror asked calmly; occlumency shields working overtime, "Did Albus Dumbledore threaten you, or persuade you in any way to sign this contract?"
"No! Of course not! We're not friends, and never will be. Fabian and Gideon! I blame their deaths on him just as much as Molly. He felt he owed this to me!"
Hearing all that he needed, he got up.
"Muriel Prewitt, you are under arrest. Please tell your house-elves to continue their duties. They may not bring you anything in the lock-up. You are not allowed a wand inside, but you are allowed a barrister. If you do not have one, you will be provided with one. You may leave your wand at home if you prefer or surrender it at induction."
"But I did nothing wrong!"
"That is for the courts to decide ma'am. I am just here to arrest you for line-theft in the case of the minor children Ginevra Molly Weasley and Harry James Potter. Please come with me to the…"
The woman's wand was out, and he acted, disarming her wandlessly. After the first screams, several workers came running, but when they saw the cuffs they started clapping.
"Please sir! Please tell me that you're arresting her for slavery!" One of the workers, thin and dressed in rags begged.
"If you want to swear out a complaint, I'll take it. Let me get this one into the lockup first. And what was your name? Quiggs? Let me get you some gold. Let's get a decent meal going here. I want to know what is going on!"
**OO**
By the time he got the harridan to the floo, Robards was done with this witch! His ankles were bruised in at least five places –what woman in this day and age wore wooden soled house shoes?!
He'd finally ended up putting her in a body bind. "You've added resisting arrest and assaulting an auror to your charges. Ye were facin' just a fine before we discovered your evil operation. Bad choice to assault an officer in the pursuit of his legal duties."
His backup arrived, and he turned the prisoner over to the witch who had come as was protocol.
"Watch out, she kicks!" Gawain warned. He then asked a different elf where they could set up for statements.
"They're not allowed to talk to aurors! That one must have had a slightly different contract, sir." The house-elf shared.
"What's yer name, lad?"
"Sculls, sir. And before you ask, Mistress Lily Potter taught me how to not only talk, but taught me how to read and write. I was just a baby when she and Master James were dating. She doted on me, sir, and I miss her everyday. I wish I…"
Gawain patted his back, "I think everything is going to work out. If you were given to this woman as payment for this contract, you should be heading to your rightful home soon, if I know Madam Bones."
"Thank you, sir."
Sculls showed the aurors into the living room where they set up to take statements. Since many of them were under some kind of binding not to talk to aurors, he instead gave questions to Sculls, and had him go to their houses.
What a nightmare! Six homes, if you call a hovel that, six couples, not allowed to have children, eking out a meager existence. Magic was never going to bless this land.
He'd be sure to have the turnkeys check her arm for the Dark Mark.
And this was a friend of Dumbledore's?
**OO**
Tonks was made aware of a situation down in the cells, and called in some backup for the aurors in the field.
Dharma Briokz was a contract specialist, hired by House Black to help in the investigation. Gawain had him deputized in a twinkling, caring not one whit if he was handicapped (he had a club left hand), a goblin, or worse, a lawyer!
The house-elves had the workers' contracts in a neat stack ready for the solicitor to review.
The workers, human and house-elf were all being fed, the first decent meal they had had in some time. Tonks was shopping for a few simple clothes as everyone was in rags.
The goblin was disgusted, "All of these contracts are illegal. Indentured servitude has time limits - no more than seven years. These are all for fifty! And they are blood-bound contracts. And the list of duties were all hidden in the scroll work. Remember to always check! Revelio is your friend!" Trying to lighten the moment.
Gawain smiled at his jest, but he could tell that the goblin was just as haunted as he was.
Briokz begged, "Please tell me that whoever did this will be executed?"
Gawain breathed, "Oh yes. Slavery was made a capital offense long ago. Dharma Birkz…"
"Briokz, it's a difficult name for a hu-mon."
"Dharma Briokz, would you be willing to teach a class on this at Hogwarts? A weekend seminar? I'd proudly pay you to teach."
"And I would proudly take your gold and teach! Tell me when." the lawyer smiled and offered his hand. Gawain shook it immediately.
The red robed man stated, "I'll write to Professors Flitwick and McGonagall. They should be made aware of this…travesty."
There was a knock at the door. Sculls went to answer, and accidentally knocked his brother down in his delight at seeing him. "JAM!"
A very angry mage was standing there, then knelt, "I'm so sorry if you think that I am yelling at or angry with you, but I AM YOUR MASTER!"
Harry was repeating words he had been told. He put his hand on Sculls head, and claimed him. Harry proceeded to claim all of the elves, not caring one whit whether they were legally his or not. He'd BUY them or something. But these people were out of here.
The next thing he did was try and destroy one of the contracts, but he couldn't.
"It needs to go through a process, sir." Robards explained.
"Harry Potter, auror. I just found out that some of my people have been treated worse than I have, and had to come. Please, let me know what they need. I understand that they won't be allowed to leave. My team can help, if you need assistance."
"Food and clothing for now. There's nothing saying that they can't sleep in a good tent if you have one."
"Jam, can you please get one tent per couple? Just a modest two bedroom for now, fully stocked of course. May I summon a healer, please?" Harry asked the group.
"Oh! Yes, please!" One of the women begged.
Pulling out his mirror, Harry called, "Marius, please don't tell your girlfriend as I think that he would be happy to execute the criminals involved. But can you join me where I am? Though I'm not sure where I am yet."
With a grin, Gawain gave him the coordinates, but the mirror was more accurate.
"Marius, get Penny brewing nutrient potions and whatever else you need. The House will provide. Be prepared for the worst, a dozen humans, and what appears to be at least a half-dozen elves that I have seen so far. There might be more."
**OO**
The emergency session of the Wizengamot was not unexpected. The travesty of this woman's actions were.
Never in history had so much abuse come out of what was supposed to be a 'Light House'. Slavery, abuse, the squalor of the living conditions. While the 'Mistress' lived in luxury and decadence. All such was supposed to be done away with.
From time to time, Death Eaters had tried to set up brothels with such slaves, and time and again they were caught and executed. Slavery was not tolerated in Magical Britain.
By the same people who happily kicked their house-elves!
Muriel was happy to admit her part in signing the contract for Ginny, but refused to talk about the slavery charges. Being a pureblood she couldn't be forced to take Veritaserum; though the evidence was overwhelming. In fact, if she wanted to save herself, she would have had to have taken it.
The penalty was death. Her will was read out, and she was asked if she wanted to change it. She was leaving everything, not to Molly, no, not one knut, but all to Fred and George with the proviso that one of them take the name of Prewitt.
The girl that she had put into a concubine contract, or tried to, was given a 'bit' of her jewelry.
One of the old men called out, "Now tha' she's convicted, she has no rights! Give her veritaserum to find out what happened to my Fredrick!"
The betrothed of this woman had disappeared in her youth. Struggling, she was forced to reveal the truth to the father; affirm or deny what he deep down knew.
Muriel had caused his death, as she never wanted children, or family, or had ever tried to love the boy.
Weeping tears, Lord Shafiq waved to the party to take her away.
The aurors in the party would be digging for other skeletons until her sentence was carried out. But it was 'just the one' murder.
And it was her idea to enslave all of the muggleborns that had ever gone through Hogwarts. She hadn't caught very many, to her great disappointment. She disagreed with the Death Eater methods. No reason to kill a useful resource, and certainly no reason to let them roam around free to pollute their world with their filth or their progeny.
The burning question was asked while still under veritaserum: Did Dumbledore know about the slavery?
"I assume he did, since he visited me in my home. We never discussed it."
Plausible deniability again.
Shuddering, the team was happy to be rid of this evil woman.
Fred and George would inherit all; they would have the power to hold a bonfire to burn all of the slavery contracts. They had been informed of the situation, and treated it with solemnity and honor.
With help from the elves, twenty little chests were prepared, all with the same amount of gold: Half the sum total of Muriel's vault holdings was evenly distributed amongst her victims, elf and human alike. It would provide a decent nest egg, and Winky would have competition for wealthiest elf.
The Ministry would be providing mind healing to any who wanted it. But it would take time to recover from being bound like this.
Harry offered all the elves a choice of freedom or bond. But for now, they were getting health and magic benefits from being bonded to such a powerful mage.
He made it clear that in future, new elves would be paid, and insisted that they all get an allowance equal to the free elves' wages.
The former slaves were also offered the choice of staying for generous wages, to work the land and help the elves make it a true home.
And the land, as of that night, started to be cleansed of all evil.
**OO**
At midnight, an anonymous note appeared on the little tray in the Headmaster's cell. It was next to a picture of the headmaster's broken wand.
"Muriel Prewitt is dead. If justice is served, so shall you be soon. Your culpability in the Prewitt crimes will soon be revealed. And you tried to kill a healer. Twice. Tick-tock."
Dumbledore planned to turn it over as evidence that Harry was for certain a dark lord, but the note flashed suddenly and disappeared in an instant.
Tonks standing nearby recorded the whole thing; the muggle flash paper worked, but not enough gunpowder to flame the recipient. Need to work on that.
**OO**
A/N to Betty Boop in TX: Note regarding Scottish shortbread 'improvement' - this is a real recipe - 2 Tbsp of fresh sesame seeds added to the simple butter/flour/castor sugar dough. I used old ones only once. Ne'er again. I was told it was called JuJulanas, a real Scottish treat. But I have been pranked before in my cooking group. All I know is that they are delicious and I prefer it over plain (though regular Scottish shortbread is very tasty.)
Thanks for all of the recommends - some are being kept for next time.
A/N: Recommended from Betty Boop in TX: Harry's Private Army by fairywym
Story: https colon/www dot / s / 14112505 / 1/ Harry-s-Private-Army
A/N Recommended Story from last time: ARedHair provided the link to 'Harry Potter and Re-Building a Utopia's/11560398/u/972483/
It is apparently the relabeled: Bringing About the Wonder by fairywm. A complete AU after the end of PoA.
A/N: Recommended Story: your recommended story here!
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