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Harry Potter and the Tome of Infinite Arcane Knowledge

Time is running out...Time is running out...

Harry was rather dubious about the possibly of winning a lawsuit against the Daily Prophet. Kevin caught sight of Harry's ambiguous look and said, "Don't worry, we have all the evidence that the Daily Prophet can't reject. Believe me, we will win."

Moments later, Harry discovered that they had stopped just outside a muggle London street which looked rather familiar but yet strange. Remembering the old piece of parchment which Mad-Eye had shown him last year, Harry watched as the Grimmauld Place appeared between number eleven and thirteen, pushing the two Muggle house apart.

"Come on now, Potter," Mad-Eye growled as he gave Harry a push towards the door. "Can't have you standing here. Don't know if there is any Dark Wizards around."

Harry couldn't help but to roll his eyes.

"You are a fine one to talk, Potter," snapped Moody. "Because of you we had spent a hour waiting in your house."

Harry held up his hand and said, "Please spare me the lecture until we are inside. Out here, everyone can hear us speaking."

Moody glared at Harry and snorted. Harry ignored Moody and knocked on the door. Harry heard several loud metallic clicks as the various enchanted bolts and locks moved behind the door, unlocking the door. The door creaked open and Harry saw the signature pink hair of Tonks. Harry was about to greet her when she asked, "Who's there?"

"Tonks!" Harry exclaimed, exasperated. "Look, we don't have time for Twenty Questions. Either you let us in or..."

"Or what?"

"Or Mr. Moody here will blast you sky high, your choice," Harry said as he jerked his thumb over his shoulder. He watched as Tonks looked at Moody's dark face. He smiled as Tonks gulped and opened the door. The group entered the house. The moment Tonks closed the door; Moody turned towards Harry and with a word, attempted blast Harry. Harry leapt aside. Knowing the underage restriction of magic, Harry was thinking of a possible way to defeat Moody when he remembered a few words about fighting.

Flashback...

Harry was lying on the floor, utterly exhausted. His friend squatted down beside him and looked at him, saying, "Your physical body is far too weak for do fighting, Harry."

Harry turned and stared at him, "I will ask you a question, what is fighting?"

The Singaporean stood up and began to walk around Harry.

"Fighting is a form of art. It is not a science. We Chinese has the world longest history in Martial Arts, over 2,000 years...To us, we fight to protect the weak..."

"Let me rephrase my question, how do you win a fight when you are weak then the other?"

"Get under his strength. Most people fight by throwing everything they got in when they attack with their punches. Most people tend to get a swinging punch. You counter it by moving to him and attack his groin or throat with your elbow. In fact, do not meet a punch straight on but to move under it."

"Why?"

"So you can prevent injuries to yourself and hit him hard where he is open and weak."

"What are you teaching me? Are you going to teach me all the fancy Chinese martial art moves?"

"I'm teaching you to fight dirty. I'm teaching you how to win in a fight with one hit. As for those fancy martial art moves, there is no time. If you truly want to learn them, you will have to spend at least three years with my master. Are you prepared to leave your friends?"

"No..."

"Remember get under and in towards the person in fights. It surprises them as most people expect you to dodge or run from the attack. Unpredictable moves and unexpected moves will make your enemy cautious. Surprise them with unexpected moves unhinge your enemies. Always keep your enemy unbalance for an unbalance enemy will never have an advantage over you for they had lost half the battle already. Make sure that the moment that they engage you, surprise them. Know your enemy, know yourself, a hundred battle, a hundred victory."

End of flashback...

As another curse came from Moody's wand, Harry threw himself forward. Performing a tuck-and-roll tactic, which Harry had learned from his friend, the spell flew over Harry's head. Stopping at Moody's leg, Harry's hands shot up. In a swift movement, Harry reached up and grabbed Moody's wand. In a smooth movement, Harry twisted Moody's hand causing the old wizard to release his wand. Following the momentum, Harry moved his body behind Moody bringing Moody's hand to his back. Harry gave Moody's knee a kick from behind causing him to fall down on the floor. With a little push from Harry, caused the Auror to fall flat on the ground.

"Don't even try it," Harry growled, "I may not be able to cast spells, but there are other ways of fighting."

Suddenly, Harry heard sound of clapping behind him. Harry turned his head and saw that Dumbledore was standing by the door. He looked at Harry with amusement.

"I must say, Harry, within a short period of five weeks you have learnt much," Dumbledore said, "but could you please release Moody, from what I can see, his seemingly awkward and uncomfortable position?"

Harry released his grip on Moody and stood up. Harry looked around and saw that the escorts were looking at Harry stunned. One of them turned towards Dumbledore and said, "Professor, Why had you sent us to get Harry when he could clearly hold his own, wandless, against a seasoned Auror?"

Dumbledore looked the person and replied, "First of all, I just discovered that Harry was able to defend himself against armed and seasoned wizards myself, during his demonstration on Alastor. Secondly, even if Harry was capable of handling himself against one wizard, will he be able to fight off two or more wizards?"

Harry extended his hand towards Moody, offering to pull him up. The aged Auror waved Harry's hand away and pulled himself up. Looking at Harry with both his eyes, he gave a sharp laugh, "You know, laddie, very rarely did anyone take me by surprise. You had managed to disarm me wandlessly and had me kissing the ground in less than a minute. Aye, laddie, you have hope."

"Perhaps you could come with me, Mr. Potter," Kingston said, as he pulled Harry over with him. Looking at Dumbledore, Kingston asked him to follow him. Harry and Dumbledore followed Kingston into the library. Harry looked around the library in surprise. He never knew that the Grimmauld Place had a library of this size. He never knew that Sirius had actually inherited a library. Given his nature, Harry serious doubt that his godfather ever entered this room. Thinking of his godfather brought a pain to Harry. Looking around, he barely heard Kingston's and Dumbledore's discussion.

"Mr. Potter?"

Harry shook off his musing and looked at the two.

"yes?"

"Harry, perhaps you could tell us how do you plan to pull of Fudge's impeachment?" asked Dumbledore.

Harry blink and look at Dumbledore. "Could you perform a summoning charm for me, Professor Dumbledore? I have a portfolio on Fudge's doing ever since he was elected as the Minister."

"Very well Harry," raising his wand, Dumbledore said the incantation intone, "Accio Portfolio."

Immediately, a file about two inches thick flew into Dumbledore's hand. Both the Headmaster and Kingston looked at Harry mildly surprised. Harry simply shrugged at their curious glaze. The Headmaster replaced his wand into his pocket. Moving to the nearest table, Dumbledore opened the file. Immediately, a stack of parchment slide out. Randomly picking up one of the parchment, Kingston read it aloud.

"Court case 10-1430-1990-08-04, Judge: Kevin Langston, Order of Merlin, Second Class, Member International Wizard Conference, representative of Great Britain, State Wales, Honorary member, European Branch Anti-Dark Arts Association. Jury- N/A. Accused: Illidan Defrey, 32.Crime: Open usage of the Imperius curse and Cruciatus curse on a muggle female minor to perform unnatural sexual act. Victim: Liv Marsden, 14. Verdict: Cleared of all charges due to insufficant evidence and conflicting testimonies from victim."

"Let's skip to interesting parts, shall we?" he asked mildly as he flipped the parchment over to the other side.

"Notes: Illidan Defrey was the mistress of the Ministry of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. The moment Fudge heard that Defrey was caught using the Imperius curse and Cruciatus curse, he stepped in. he tempered with the testimonies from the victim and destroying the records of the magical trace on done with Defrey's wand. After which, he used the wand and casted such so many spells that the Priori Incantatem was unable to determine whether if the Unforgivables had been used."

Looking up from the piece of parchment, Kingston gave a long whistle. Putting the parchment, he picked up another one and began reading.

"Deployment of Obliviation Squad nine. 1995-12-25. 2200. Destination: Great Hangleton, England. Commanding Officer: Leo Kirkman. Official report for filing.

Yesterday, 25-12-1995, 2150h, I receive an order for an immediate deployment for my squad from the Minster of Magic. Within minutes, I called in my squadron. At 2159h we received the coordinates for our Apparation. We Apparated to the place to find the Minister of Magic at the coordinates. He told us that there was a massacre at the orphanage behind him. He told us that the Aurors squad had already recorded the statement of the few survivors and had left in hunt for the Dark Wizards responsible for the massacre. He to us to Obliviate every single Muggle living within the place. We were told that this was Great Hangleton for the purpose for filing. Because the Minister was the employer, we had no reasons to doubt him. We managed to removed the memories of all wizards. Afterwards, the Minister asked us to help removed the bodies and bury them. As this wasn't part of our department's job, I refused and ordered all Obliviators to return home. I confronted the Minister about his orders and he apologies for the command and sent me back to file the deployment and ordered me to make it short."

Kingston looked at Harry and laughed, "Harry Potter, you are a wonder! However in the name of Merlin did you get all these records?"

Harry gave a shrugged and replied, "I have some friends."

"I must, those friends you have certainly have some connections in order to get this."

Then can you do it fast?

"I can assure you that the Minister will be put away for life when I'm through with him in four days. I will call for a vote of no confidence for the Minister tomorrow morning. Then I will sue Fudge for defame and slander. With Fudge down, the Daily Prophet will also be sued for the same things."

"Perhaps, you could add another charge on to the Daily Prophet," Harry suggested.

"Which is?"

"The Media aren't allowed to publish names of minors in the papers under the Britain Legal Constitution. This is in violation of the law."

"I'm sorry Harry, but your status as a celebrity had removed the legal barrier. There is no way you can sue the Daily Prophet about that."

Harry sighed and said, "Well, I can't have it all, can I?"

"Yup!"

"Well, Harry, go to sleep. You have earned it," said Dumbledore smiling. Harry nodded and stood up, yawning.

The next few days passed in frenzy. Harry along with Kingston and Dumbledore had been busy. Immediately, the next morning, Harry had written a letter calling a vote of no confidence along with Dumbledore. Harry had for once made an official press conference regarding his demand for the vote of no confidence.

Harry entered the room silently amidst the sounds of chattering as the reporters and friends catch up with each other. Harry stood in one of the corner of the room with his arm folded in front of him, silently watching the room. Harry noticed that very few of wizards and witches present gave him a second look. Soon, Dumbledore with Mr Kingston entered the room and chatters stopped.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen of the press," Dumbledore began as he stood on the podium. "As all of you are aware, Mr Harry Potter and myself had called for a vote of no confidence on the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. Due to the time constrain, we have about 15 minutes for your questions."

"Professor Dumbledore, where is Harry Potter?" someone boldly called out.

There was a faint rustle at the back of the room as Harry stirred in the shadows. Everyone in the room turned towards the sound. Harry stepped out of the shadow and revealed himself. Moving in a swift pace, Harry reached Dumbledore and stood by him. Dumbledore gave Harry a faint smile and looked at the press.

"As you could see, Mr. Harry Potter is right here with us. Please if there is any questions, don't hesitate to voice them."

Voices rose, as they demanded to be heard. Harry held up a hand, a silent gesture calling for silence. Pointing at one of the wizards at the front of the podium, Harry gave a smile and asked, "What is the question?"

"Mr Potter, why have you called for a vote of no confidence regarding the Minister's performance? Was it because of the reason that Fudge had refused to tell the public about the return of the Dark Lord? Or is it that you have a grudge against him?"

"During the Third Task of the Triwizard Tournament, I had witnessed the return of Lord Voldemort." People flinches around the room. "There were no reasons for me to lie. The very person who murdered my parents had returned. Why should I lie about this? Fudge refused to believe me. During last year, he passed a number of restrictions on the students of Hogwarts for the simple fact that I had claimed that Lord Voldemort had returned."

"Worse of all, Hogwarts managed to caught the Death Eater responsible for the incident. Mr Bartemius Crouch Junior. He was under influence of the strongest truth potion, Veritaserum. We managed to extract the truth about how he escaped Azkaban and how he infiltrated Hogwarts and why. The minister didn't even listen to what Crouch had to say. He summoned a Dementor and had Crouch kissed."

Immediately, voices rose in outrage within the room. Harry smiled as he revealed one of Fudge's blunders. Questions were thrown at Harry and Dumbledore as the press demanded answers. Harry looked at Dumbledore. Dumbledore shrugged in response to Harry inquiring glaze. Kingston rose and with a loud blast from his wand, managed to calm most the people.

Harry looked out at the press and continued, "It's my belief that no matter what the public wants, they must be given the truth. In a certain sense, we are lagging far behind the Muggle community."

Voices of outrage rose in response. Harry silenced them with a roar.

"Yes! We are far behind the Muggle world in terms of our political arena. Our leader is corrupted; our legal system is a mess! All of you wizards and witches had refused to accept that Voldemort is back! It's your belief that if we hide our head in the sand, nothing will happen to us! A famous Chinese muggle writer once written in his book, 'to truly have peace, we must be prepared for war!' His book, the Art of War had last throughout the millenniums! This is war and there is no way we can avoid conflict with the Dark Lord! So far, the government had done nothing but gave the Dark Lord a swift seamless return to power!"

"Liar!" shouted a witch as drew out her wand in fury. Her hand was trembling as her anger made her reckless. Dumbledore and Kingston made a movement to draw their wand but Harry's subtle gesture stopped them.

"Perhaps, you could tell us how we are wrong? Or perhaps, you could explain why you are still here stand, Miss Dolores Umbridge?"

Dumbledore looked at Harry in surprise about him recognizing Umbridge in disguise. Harry looked at the woman in anger. He recognized the woman for he had seen that insane glint in her eyes before. Harry's hand moved towards the back of his palm as he remember the line which she had made Harry written, causing scars to form on the back of his hand.

"You-Know-Who isn't back!" she shrieked. Her face was an angry red as she pointed her wand at Harry. "You just want the attention the public can give you! I taught you last year..."

"You didn't teach. Period. Umbridge, you terrorized students. You never taught us. You seemed to think that Hogwarts was an army which Dumbledore control. You believe that Dumbledore wants to make use of Hogwarts to overthrow the Minister. But what a surprise," Harry smirked, "It's was I who lead Hogwarts' student into battle. A battle which protected your precious Ministry from Lord Voldemort. How does it fee, Umbridge? The Ministry is powerless to stop Voldemort but a group of six students who stood their ground against a group of twelve Death Eaters, and fought them to a standstill. How does it feel?"

A tap on Harry's shoulder made Harry turned towards Kingston. He whispered that their time was limited and Harry better put an end to all this. Harry nodded and turned towards the crowd when he saw Umbridge fire a curse towards him. Harry leaped to his left. He knew that he couldn't use magic during summer holidays but this was considered as a crisis and a danger to his survival. Drawing his wand, Harry shouted, "Expelliarmius!" as he pointed his wand towards Umbridge.

The crowd had thrown themselves apart as the moment Umbridge hissed the incantation. Harry knew that Umbridge was crazy but the glint in her eyes told Harry that she was beyond crazy. She had become a fanatic. Or rather a hectic. Harry have no confidence that he could defeat Umbridge in duel but damned if he didn't give his best. Umbridge pulled a shield charm from her wand and blocked the spell.

"Serpensortia!" Umbridge hissed. With a blast, a long black snake came out of her. Harry grinned, as the outcome of the duel had been set.

"Bad choice of spell, Umbridge," Harry remarked idly as he watched the snake slithered towards him, "for you just sent me an ally."

"What are you talking about, Potter? That woman just send you a snake!?" Kingston said.

Harry grinned. A few people in the crowd whom had known Harry's father, James Potter, silently thought that the look on Harry's face was like his father when he was planning a major prank on the Slytherins. Then he opened his mouth. People flinched as hisses came from Harry's mouth. It was a thing to know Harry was a Parselmouth, it was another thing to heard him speak it.

"Turn and attack the woman who summon you, restrain don't bite," Harry ordered. He knew that the snake could be a distraction for him to break through Umbridge's shield. He also knew of the fear most wizards and witches have with snakes. As Harry expected, Umbridge turned her attention to the snake. Harry smirked and sent a stunner over to her. As the snake distracted her, she was unable to maintain her shield for long. With a stunner, Harry shattered her shielding charm and had her stunned.

Sliding his wand back onto his sleeve, Harry turned to Kingston said mildly, "Are we behind schedule?"

"Yes, we better get on it," Kingston said. With a afterthought, he added, "Fast."

TBC...

First things first, people, I would like to apologize for the failure to update earlier. I'm just got myself pulled into a mess. I had been pulled into an all-out RTS clan match. For the past month I had been training for the damn match. And I'm truly happy with the reviews! LOL! Thank you people for supporting my stories. I hope that there would be more reviews. And a good news to all, I have finally broke through the writer's block on the Betrayal. I have finally updated it! Cheers! Enjoy and please read and review my stories! And now, I have a Yahoo!Group! The html is A word of thanks to my reviewers! They are:

Asha Ice: Yah, I'm a Singaporean and you have correctly guessed my age.

RoXoR: Nice name! Thanks! Very few people had pulled legal actions against Fudge. I hope that this would be an interesting change.

Moodyboy66: Thanks! I hope that there could be more reviewers!

NateP: Chapter two is here! Yah!

Pheonix-Lord: Thanks!

Athenakitty: grins You know curiosity kills the cat, do you? I have written some of Fudge's wrong doing in this chapter, hope you like them! If you have any ideas for more, please tell me.

Phoenixfeather6988: Ya, I know...but somehow it seems right that. People change when something traumatic happens to them...

Want a sneak peep at how Harry meet Blaise Zabini? I have the general idea but I'm still trying to fit it into the story and the idea is still very rough so don't get worked up if in later chapter the part don't match. Hope that you all like it! Enjoy the following cookie!

'Lord, not again!' Blaise groaned inwardly. That sorry excuse of a Slytherin, Malfoy, was getting on her nerves. How much more blatantly obvious hints can the hints get before that idiot know that she wasn't willing to have a date with him? The dumb idiot just don't get it.

"Blaise!" Malfoy shouted. She cringed as Malfoy advanced towards her with his lumbering baboons behind him. She adopted an icy distain as she looked at Malfoy. In a condescension tone, she spoke.

"Malfoy, I told you I would not date you."

"And why is that?" Malfoy sneered. Blaise fought the urge to do bodily harm on her pale Housemate. He was grating on her nerves. A sudden inspiration came onto her.

"I'm not a two-timer," she retorted. 'Smart move, girl. Next he will be asking for the name of your boyfriend and what are you going to do?'

"Who are you dating?" Malfoy asked as his eyes narrowed. After the fall of his father, his family name had been dragged in the mud. He knew that the Zabini family wields much respect within the international Wizarding community. He hoped that by dating Blaise, he could regain much of his family lost honour.

'Run, girl. The moment you meet someone who's isn't fat or ugly or younger than me, just kiss him and claim him as my boyfriend,' she thought. 'More importantly, not a teacher and not a girl!' With that, she bolted. Malfoy cursed as he saw that Blaise had ran away. Following the girl, he hoped that she would bring him to her boyfriend so he can have Crabbe and Goyle beat him to pulps.

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Harry had slowed his pace as he saw Ron and Hermione began their quarrels. He was utterly amused by the fact that although Ron liked Hermione, he was unwilling to admit the fact. Harry had tried to nudge Ron to asked Hermione for a date but Ron being the moron, didn't get the hint. All of a sudden, Harry noticed a blond head running towards him. Thinking that person was in trouble, Harry instinctively reached out and grabbed the person. To Harry's surprise, the person suddenly threw herself onto him and kissed him. Harry felt the soft lips on her mouth as he opened his mouth to protest. The girl took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Harry felt the subtle curves of the body as the girl hugged him. Unaccustomed with the physical contact, Harry stiffed. Then he reacted by placing his hand on the girl's waist, hoping that she wouldn't slap him later. Suddenly, an unwanted voice could be heard. An unwanted annoyingly familiar voice.

"Potter!?"

"Malfoy," Harry growled as he recognized the voice. Harry felt the girl lifting her head and turned towards Malfoy.

"You chose Potter over me?" Malfoy screamed, "BLAISE ZABINI, YOU ARE A SLUT, BITCH!"

Harry felt the girl, Blaise, stiffened at the words. Opening his mouth, Harry began to scorn Malfoy, "Malfoy, I would much appreciate if you refrain from making such remaks."

"I'm going to kill you, Potter," Malfoy threatened.

Harry snorted in replied, "I've heard threats like that before, Malfoy. All the time, from a much more powerful wizard than you; his name is Voldemort."

Long enough? Haha! Enjoy this cookie! Cheers!