Disclaimer: If I could make a polyjuice potion, I'd become Ms. Rowlings, and sign all ownership of Harry Potter over to myself. But I can't, so I don't own it. Sad isn't it?

Chapter 13: Traitors, More Traitors, and an Egg

"So." Said Harry, as he dangled the rat in front of him. "What should we do with you? Any ideas Allia?" He asked, turning to the elf, who was grinning maliciously.

"Oh, I don't know. We could turn him over to you little friend Dobby. I'm sure he has a lovely recipe for fried rat." She said.

"Noooo." Replied Harry. "I don't think anyone would want to eat him. I'm fairly certain you'd vomit him up. Either that, or he'd give you a rather horrible disease."

"True, he does look a little nasty." She said. "Well, as I see it, we have three options. Option one: turn him over to your Minister of Magic."

"Hmm, I don't really think I trust Fudge that much. Although we'll have to be sure to invite him over to visit. I'm sure he'd love to meet this little rodent." Harry replied.

"Option two. Execute him for attempted murder of elvish royalty." She said.

"Hey! Now there's an idea! What do you think Wormy?" He asked, as he drew a knife and held it before the terrified rat. "But then, I'd really rather not dirty one of my knives with your foul blood. What's the last option?" He asked Allia, as he returned his knife to its sheathe.

She grinned evilly. "Hold on to him until New Years, and turn him over to the ones he betrayed. I'm sure they'd love to talk to him again." Was her answer.

"Yes, I do believe that is the best option. We'll let them play with him a little bit. But what should we do with him for now?" He asked her.

"Best idea's probably turn him over to Dumbledore." She replied.

"Ya. Where is he?" He asked her.

Allia walked over, and opened the door to the great hall, and they caught sight of Dumbledore talking with a few teachers, Lupin included, at the head table.

"There he is." Allia said. "Here, give him to me, I'll take him to Dumbledore." She said, reaching out her hand.

Harry just grinned, swinging the rat in circles by its tail. "How far do you think it is from here to the Headmaster?"

Allia looked back through the door. "I don't know. Maybe fifty yards. Why?" She asked, turning back to Harry. It was then that she noticed the decidedly evil grin on his face, and the mischief sparkling in his eyes. "Why?" She asked again.

"Astathi eru sta." He said in elvish.

Her eyes widened. Then so did her grin, as she realized what he intended. She quickly made her way through the doors, jogged up to near where Dumbledore was standing, and turned back around to face Harry.

"Harry?" Ginny asked worriedly. "What did you say?"

He grinned at her, holding the rat out by its tail in front of him.

"Go long." He said, and with that he punted the rat through the open doors, launching it towards the waiting elf.

"Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed, as he watched the squeaking rat sail through the air, to land in Allia's outstretched hands.

"Touchdown!" The elf yelled, throwing the frozen rat's bruised body to the ground.

"Damn Harry!" Allia said, as the four made their way towards her. "I didn't think you'd make it! You weren't very good at Athali when you were in Falandais. It doesn't help that a rat isn't very aerodynamic."

"What's Athali?" Hermione asked.

"It's sort of like muggle football, the Canadian kind." (AN. Also the American kind, but I'm canadian, and like ours better. Silly americans with your extra down and your shorter field.)

Said Harry. "Its an elven sport, quite popular. I wasn't very good at it though. Guess I'm just better at Quidditch."

"What's going on?" Asked Dumbledore, looking at the five in confusion.

"Well, my dear grandfather, we had a little guest stop by for a quick visit, but I was so sure both you and Moony would want to see him, that I just had to stop him from leaving." Harry said, still grinning.

"Who?" Asked Lupin.

"Why, your dear old friend Wormtail, of course." Allia said, picking the much abused rat up of the floor by its tail.

When Lupin saw the rat, he immediately drew his wand, and started forward, his eyes wide with anger.

"Now Remus," Harry said, stepping between Lupin and the dangling Wormtail. "You wouldn't want to deprive your dear friends of a very enjoyable, somewhat belated, Christmas present would you? I'm sure I know a few people who would love to have a little chat with the little rat. You don't want to ruin all the fun now, before they can play too, do you? Plus, if you kill him now, you would be killing a defenceless being, and that would be wrong. Let him live, for now. I'm sure he will get his just deserts in the new year. Trust me, he will not go unpunished."

Remus paused, looking Harry in the eyes. Staring into the composed eyes of someone who he knew had just as good a reason to hate Wormtail as he, he calmed. If Harry could fight the anger, so could he.

"So, what shall we do with him?" Dumbledore asked.

"Well, I think you should call the Minister, he needs to see this." Harry said.

"Right. I'll ask him to bring a few of his most trusted Aurors along, to take Mr. Pettigrew into custody." Dumbledore said.

"No." Harry replied curtly.

"Why ever not?" Dumbledore asked in confusion.

"I will not allow the Ministry to take him into their custody. His crimes were that against the elven people. He will be tried by an elven Justiciar when we return to Falandias. Until then, he shall remain in my personal care." Harry said.

He waved his hand at the high table, and a large cage appeared upon it, complete with a food dish, a water bowl, and an exercise wheel.

"I believe this shall be a lovely home for Wormtail for the time being, don't you agree? He won't be able to transform unless we let him, so he isn't going anywhere." He asked, smirking.

"I guess you have that right. His crimes were against your people. Still, I shall go call for Cornelius. We will still need him to see that Pettigrew lives, and therefor Sirius is innocent.

With that, Dumbledore strode from the Great Hall.

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When he returned, a large crowd had gathered in the Hall, watching what was happening, trying to figure out what could have caused such commotion. The entire contingent of elves had entered the hall, and were positioned around the room, watching the commotion collectedly.

"The Minister should be here shortly. I gave him a brief explanation, so he should come quickly." Dumbledore said, as he approached the group gathered around the Head Table. "He was in a head of department meeting, so a large group will accompany him, along with several Aurors."

No sooner had he said that then the Minister came barging through the doors, followed closely by about twenty other wizards. Harry smiled when he saw Arthur Weasley amongst them.

Then his eyes narrowed as he felt something.

"Harry? Do you feel what I feel?" Allia sent to him.

"Fudge, four of the Aurors, and two of the department heads?" He sent back.

"Yup. What do you want to do?" She asked.

"Nothing just yet. Get the others into position. I'll take care of Fudge." He replied, before stepping forward to greet the Minister.

"Hello again Minister." He said, attracting the attention of everyone in the hall.

While everyone's attention was focused on him, no one noticed the elves abandon their posts along the walls of the room. No one took notice as they slowly moved through the crowd, drifting slowly towards the mass of Ministry officials.

"What is this about Potter?" The Minister demanded. He was still upset with how badly his reputation had been tarnished by the events of the recent past.

"Well, you know how in my third year, we had that whole to-do about Sirius Black, and how I believed he was innocent, and that Peter Pettigrew was alive and framed him?" He asked, in a high, sing-song voice.

"Yes..." Fudge said, unsure where this was going. (What can I say? He's a moron)

"Well, I'd like you to meet Wormtail, aka Peter Pettigrew, aka The-True-Bastard-Who-Betrayed-My-Parents." He said, holding up the cage with the squeaking rat inside.

"Preposterous. Peter Pettigrew is dead. He died a hero. Black murdered him." Fudge said nervously. "I refuse to believe that you have found Pettigrew alive. You probably just have an imposter in that cage." He said, turning to leave.

Suddenly Harry's hand shot out, grabbing onto Fudge's forearm. "Now now Fudge. You only just got here! Why would you be oh so very eager to leave?" Harry asked.

The Minister tugged frantically, trying to free his arm from Harry's grasp.

"Why Minister!" Harry said innocently. "It's almost as if your afraid of something. Do you have something to hide?"

Harry watched the Minister's eyes widen, then briefly glance towards several of the men standing amongst the group from the ministry.

"What's this Minister?" Harry said, pretending to have seen something on Fudge's arm. "It looks like you've gotten yourself a little tattoo! Whatever could it be of?" He asked, as he quickly pushed Fudge's sleeve up, revealing the Dark Mark burnt into his arm. "Ooooh! Someone's been a bad little boy! In the blink of an eye, Harry had drawn a dagger, and held it to Fudge's throat.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw several of the Ministry officials reach for their wands.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He said.

No sooner had he said that than they froze, as the elves who had been taking up positions near them suddenly had their bows drawn, and arrows pointed, arrow tips mere inches away from the terrified faces of the wizards who had begun to move. (AN. Think LOTR Fellowship of the Ring. "The dwarf breathes so loud we could have shot him in the dark." I loved that scene!)

"Mr. Weasley," Harry said, addressing the only Ministry official he knew he could trust. "If you check each of those that we are currently holding a weapon to, you will find that they all bear the Dark Mark."

The senior Weasley nodded, before signalling to the remaining Aurors to do the check. Sure enough, each of those that the elves had identified bore the Mark.

The head of the Aurors present immediately stunned all of the Death Eaters, before turning to Harry.

"What about Pettigrew? If what you say is true, we will have to arrest him."

"No. You may question him later, in my presence, but he will not be taken by you. His crimes were against my family. My people. He will be tried by our laws." Harry said grimly.

The Auror looked at him for a moment, before nodding his head in acceptance, and turned back to the rest.

"Get them out of here. We're leaving." He said, as he made his way out of the hall, the Death Eaters being floated along behind him.

Arthur was about to follow them out when Dumbledore caught his eye, and gestured for him to join them.

"What is it Albus?" He asked when he reached the group.

"Do you remember what was discussed at the last meeting of the Order?" Dumbledore asked him.

"I think so." Arthur said nervously.

"I would like you to take up the position." Dumbledore said to him.

"WHAT? Surely you must be joking!" Arthur yelled.

"I am not joking Arthur. You are in the best position to succeed." Dumbledore said.

"But...I... very well." Arthur replied.

"Good. Thank you Arthur. You'd best get back to the Ministry now." Dumbledore said to him.

Mr. Weasley nodded, still deep in thought as he left the Great Hall.

"What was that about?" Ron asked, looking questioningly at Dumbledore

"You'll find out soon enough." Dumbledore said, ending the conversation.

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CORNELIUS FUDGE A DEATH EATER! NEW MINISTER CHOSEN!

Yesterday, Cornelius Fudge, along with a group of high ranking Ministry officials, as well as several Aurors made a trip to Hogwarts. According to Head Auror Polonis Dinglebat, (AN. Don't even say anything. I know it's a bad name. That was the idea!) Peter Pettigrew, thought dead fifteen years ago, was found alive and well at Hogwarts. In a later interrogation of Pettigrew, it was revealed that he was in fact the Potter's secret keeper, and that Sirius Black was innocent of all charges. All charges against Mr. Black have been dropped, all holdings of the Black family returned to his ownership, and a restitution payment of One Hundred Thousand Galleons has been paid to him, to make up for his years in Azkaban.

Also revealed yesterday was the fact that the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge was in fact a Death Eater. He and several other Death Eaters high ranked in the Ministry were captured yesterday by the elves who are stationed at Hogwarts. Mr. Fudge has been sentenced to a lifetime imprisonment in Azkaban, which as you all know, is now guarded by Aurors since the Dementors abandoned it.

The new Minister Of Magic was also chosen yesterday, in a late-night session of the Wizengamot, and the department heads of the Ministry. Former Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department Arthur Weasley has taken the position of Minister.

"Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed, when he realized his father was now the Minister Of Magic.

"Dad's Minister of Magic?" Ginny asked in shock. "But... but... how?"

"You'd be surprised how much being a member of the Order of the Phoenix can help a person's campaign. Especially with the Dark Lord back. It made sense. Mr. Weasley was the only person eligible who was also in the Order." Harry said calmly.

"But Dad?" Ron asked, still trying to come to grips with this sudden change.

"Yes." Hermionesaid. "I think your father will be great at the job. He's not a bloody git like Fudge, so he'll do fine." She finished, looking up to see Ron, Harry and Ginny staring at her wide eyed.

"Did I just hear-" Ginny began.

"Prefect, book-worm Hermione-" Harry continued.

"SWEAR?" Ron asked in disbelief.

"Oh hush." She said. "I've sworn before. Just not much."

Harry's laughter was interrupted by Apollo flying into the room, carrying a small sack in his talons.

"What's up Apollo?" He asked

"Well, you know how I was awfully close to Argenta before we left?" The phoenix asked.

"Ya, what about it?" He asked, Ron, Hermione and Ginny watching this, to them anyway, one sided conversation.

"Well... She laid an egg." The phoenix said.

"Good for her. So what's the problem?" He asked.

"It didn't bond with anyone." The phoenix said.

Harry nearly fell of his chair. "WHAT? That's impossible! It must have chosen. If it doesn't choose, it will die!" He exclaimed, making those listening jump at the sudden change in volume.

"I know! That's why I'm here. We figured, if it didn't choose someone there, it might choose someone here." The phoenix said.

"You brought the egg here?" He asked in shock.

"What's going on?" Allia asked, coming over after hearing Harry's shout.

"Argenta laid an egg. It didn't choose anyone in Falandais." He said.

"What?" Allia asked in shock.

"That's what I said." He replied. "So what should we do Apollo?" He asked the phoenix.

"I guess you just look after it, and hopefully it chooses before it is time for it too hatch." The phoenix said.

"Alright." Harry said, reaching to pick up the satchel Apollo had placed carefully on the table.

"What's that Harry?" Ginny asked.

"Phoenix Lord egg." He said, as he removed the egg from the satchel with great care. It was a silver egg, with glowing blues lines tracing along it's shell.

"Wow." Ginny gasped in awe. "It's beautiful! Can I touch it?"

"As long as your careful." He said.

Ginny carefully reached out her hand to touch the egg delicately with her finger. As soon as she touched it, it began to glow brightly, a blue light shining brightly.

Harry stared in complete shock, completely and totally caught off his guard. He barely even took notice of Apollo trilling loudly.

"Well, I guess that solves that little problem!"

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I never did like Fudge. Pompous git. Take that you git! BUAHAHAHA I HAVE THE POWER! I can make them do anything I want!

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Voldemort walked up to Lucius Malfoy.

"You! Go out, buy me a pink tutu, a little toy poodle, and the entire collection of Barney tapes!"

"What?" Malfoy asked in confusion.

"You heard me! Don't make me turn you into one of those wiener dogs, and make you wear a big pink wig."

Later, after Malfoy buys all of Voldie's new things.

"Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala!" The Dork Lord sang, as he pranced around his throne room in his cute pink tutu, his little poodle barking along behind him. "I love you, you love me, we're a happy family!"

"My lord are you all right?" Crabbe Sr. asked.

"Of course I'm alright! I've never been better! As a matter of fact, my dear Pillsbury Doughboy, I think I'm in the mood for some swing dancing! Who want's to dance with me?" MoldyWarts asked.

"Oooooh! Me my lord, me!" John Avery yelled, jumping up and down, waving his hand in the air!

And so they swing danced around the room, until He-Whos-Name-Has-Too-Many-Hyphenations threw Avery too far, and he crashed into the little toy poodle, crushing it to death.

"NOOOOOOOO! Little Bitsy! What did you ever do to deserve to be crushed like a pancake?" Exclaimed the distraught Dark Lord of Lard.

meanwhile, at Hogwarts,

"Look at that idiot!" Harry laughed, as he watched the wall of the great hall, which had for some unknown reason turned into a giant television screen, and was showing Moldie's current activities. "What an idiot!"

"Whatever could be making him so weird?" Asked Hermione in confusion.

"Must be the author. I hear he's had too much sugar tonight, and is feeling very happy." Ginny said, smiling sweetly up at the screen above, where the author could be seen typing on his computer, all the while eating pack after pack of fun-dip. "Yup. There he is. Hiya Author!"

Hey! You're not supposed to see me! How can you see me?

"Ummm, I dunno" Ginny said sheepishly.

Oh. Okay then. I forgive you! Well, this chappies over, so why don't you go snog Harry, while I go upload this chapter?

"Okay!" Ginny said, before jumping on Harry and snogging him senseless.

Good girl.

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Okay, I don't know why I did that, I just felt like it. If you didn't like it, meh. It's not part of the story, so just go forget it. Go on. Forget it! Hmm, I forgot I couldn't control you reader's like I can the characters. For now anyway...

Author runs off laughing, planning to figure out how to hypnotize people through written words only