Chapter 2: Bound In Chains

It had been a month since Harry had arrived at the castle and he had already progressed to his 7th-year criteria for Hogwarts. Of course, when he told one of the older portraits this they scoffed at him and said that standards have dropped over time, it really made him grateful for the opportunity in front of him. Harry had quickly built up a schedule, first, he would go out on a jog that would take an hour but would increase in distance every week, then he would go and learn from William in the duelling room. the Man really knew what he was talking about and Harry had already learned all the basic defence spells and how to minimise their movement and increased his casting in general. Everyday William would give him a new spell to learn and once he was able to cast it William would demand that he would cast it one hundred times so that he could cast it as quickly and as accurately as possible. After this, he would go have lunch and then revise theory for around two hours. He would then take his pick of teachers for the afternoon but always made sure that he was well rounded in what he learned, he even found that he had a knack for Arithmancy and ancient runes, much to Dorea's joy.

During this time he had really gotten to know Ana and her calf, Euphemia he had even been allowed to ride on her back around the castle a few times and Euphemia often tried to join him on his run but her little legs would not be able to run for more than twenty minutes, he often had to carry her for the next hour. He, of course, didn't mind because his run had been getting too easy. Ana always watched when this happened ever the vigilant mother, which led to her watching their "after run play time" as Dorea called it when Cindy had informed her of Harry's pass time. In fact, the first thing he had ever conjured had been a toy for them to play with and for her to tug on when he wasn't there. their resident Creature expert had even told him that this should help her with strengthening her teeth.

William was singing nothing but praises for Harry in their lessons. Once he realised that Harry was the most powerful student that he had ever had the pleasure of teaching, he really threw himself into the lessons. making sure that he was learning everything he needed at the best pace he thought the boy could do it at.

"He just soaks everything up like a sponge," William said to Charlus and Dorea one night after Harry had gone to bed, "he's learning at least one spell a day along with its counter-curse if it has one and he can already fight four training dummies at once. Not to mention his power, the lad can hold a mage shield for a minute and a half which is something I don't think I've ever seen anyone do. It's strange, I think that his lack of magical general knowledge is highly in his favour, He doesn't think when it comes to casting spells he just acts completely on instinct, which with every dual is getting better and better. I'm not sure how I can improve his training beyond what I'm doing, but I still feel like I'm wasting his potential with what we are doing at the moment. He's getting powerful every day and hen he really gets going in the duals against the dummies, his eyes start glowing. And when taking on four dummies designed to act like mid-level fighters, that is quite a spectacle."

The news of Harry's power had spread through the castle and his tutors were now making him cast silently in everything he did and were offering no help when he was tired or got a cramp in his wrist from casting too long. He clearly had potential and they were not going to throw it away over minor and inconsequential things.

His personal revision sessions were some of his favourite and most informative times, learning spells that Potters have developed. For example almost 700 years ago there was a blacksmith called Hephestus Potter who sometimes did contractual work for the Goblins he was so Good at the forge. He had even made some of the swords that are in the armoury from when their use in battle was common. One day when he was pulling something out of the forge, he burnt his arm where his dragon hide gloves ended. He then spent the next two weeks creating a spell that would protect his entire arm but still give the mobility and precision he needed for his smith's work, he ended up with a spell that would create a thick layer of rocks that would cover someone's entire arm and extends onto the closest bicep so that he could submerge his entire arm into the forge if need be. The rocks were made of obsidian and would even out around the hand and its finger so that you could use your fingers almost as well as you could as with a normal hand, with a lightweight charm entwined into the spell so that you could actually move your arm.

After reading this he spoke to his Grandfather.

"I think it could be used in a fight," Harry said as he sat with both Charlus and Dorea with a cup of hot chocolate Cindy has provided.

"I agree," Charlus said and then smirked "But do explain in what ways"

Both Harry and Dorea rolled their eyes at this. Over the past month, Charlus had rarely just given Harry answers when it came to things he could figure out within a week. Once he had even sent Harry on a fake quest for knowledge only to be told a 2 weeks later that it was all a hoax to "get him thinking". Both Harry and his Grandmother refused to speak with him for the following three days. Dorea the everloving motherly women she was always just wanted to tell him anything he asked when he asked.

"Well for one" He started "If someone gets too close I could probably kill them in one swing but definitely incapacitate them, I also think that I could get away with it being hit by some dark curses and it not crumbling from my arm. I have some theories about the unforgivable but the main one is that the rocks will explode and I'll have some burns on my arm, I think I can avoid breaking my arm if I interlace a cushioning charm with the spell so that they just bounce harmlessly off my arm."

Charlus just smiled and said he approved of his summary and gave him the location of the portrait of Vinci Potter, a female spell creator who had invented the Patronus charm 600 years ago. With her help, he not only altered the spell to his liking but carved the appropriate runes into a stone small enough to fit through a straw with ease and then he inserted into the inside of his left elbow. This was actually a suggestion from Dorea so that he could just push his magic through his arm and the spell would activate. A simple finite is all it took to dispell his arm. He had even, in a moment of teenage zest he even changed the colours to extremely dark green, combined with the natural glimmer that the obsidian gives off, his arm looked spectacular.

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It was around two months into his stay at the castle that Charlus and Dorea were happy that he was finished with his Hogwarts education. And the Harry that had entered this castle on his fifteenth birthday was not the same one who stood before his Grandparents. He now carried an aura of confidence, his hair now cut short by Cindy, lightning bolt scar clearly showed on his forehead. No longer was he a thin and short, two and a half months of vigorous exercise, extra helpings from Cindy and his own magic had made him shoot up a full 5 inches now standing an intimidating 6 feet and 1 inch, his body now broader and more muscular. His once innocent green eyes now had a constant slight glow to them due to his raw power and gave him a look of authority. His magic coupled with his routine had even aged his body a little, making him look closer to seventeen than fifteen. Harry, of course, noticed his new physique only made his confidence grow.

"Now" Charlus started "while your studies are the most important thing you can do here, there is something that will also require, your attention. Just under 700 years ago, six families emerged from the last truly destructive wizarding war to hit Britain, a war that reduced our numbers to under 300 wizards and witches living in Britain. Because of the lack of order in Britain, these families developed the Wizengamot in hopes we might live in peace and have order throughout our islands. These families were the Blacks, the Bones, the Peverals, the Volants, the Ravenclaws and the Potters. The Wizengamot essentially created rules laws and rules we live by even to this day. Now, several members of the Black and Bones family at the time were critical in the war and saves hundreds of lives, earning them their place among the six.

"The Peverals were always a family that was respected and immediately offered their help to rebuild our nation. The Ravenclaw head of house at the time was of royal blood so she felt obligated to help, leaving her position as Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts, which had been developed 80 years before, and eventually bridged the gap between the school and the Wizengamot. The Volants were actually from the French ministry and were in debt to the potters, they communicated between their ministry and the six families which eventually, once more countries got involved, became the ICW.

"To explain the Potters role in this we would have to go back much further to over 1,500 years ago when Magical Rome fell to the Greeks. The fight against the Greeks started and ended with the Greek wizarding clan "Tolmiros" whose leader "Docheio" we are descended from. When magical Rome fell the Tolmiros the clan naturally took over both Rome and built a whole new empire. The clan ruled peacefully over Rome for 300 years before passing it on to a new ruler and the rest of the clan, moving on to Norway, helping in a Viking war over there, then on to Egypt to study magic and culture before finally landing in England. As you know it was a little while later that this castle was built and the cycle began. When the Great war started the Potter family decided to once again conquer a nation, using our rapidly built prestige and vast wealth we were able to rally the people of Britain into an army to fight a war that lasted 2 years.

"Now once this war ended the Potters were looked up to by all of Britain and respected by the rest of the 6 as their leading family. When the Wizengomet was instated, the people of Britain started calling the 6's heads of houses "Lords", it was then that the lordship rings were made and new Lords were put into the Wizengamot. Today there are around 42 families on the Wizengamot excluding the families that have been absorbed into other families, like the Peverals being absorbed into the Potter family 500 years ago. These additional Lordships can be revoked but the lordships of the six can never be touched and will be around until the entire Wizengomet falls, but there will always be a Potter to ensure that that won't happen. A lordship ring, while no one is wearing it, is normally stored in Gringotts but, our family magic ensures that if all Potters but one die then it is returned to the remaining Potters finger, if the last Potter has not yet had their stay at this castle then is stored at the castle until their Grandparents think they are ready for the responsibilities.

"A lordship of one of the 6 actually automatically emancipates the person who takes the lordship. Dumbledore has likely not taught you any of this because normally you can't take your Lordship until you are 17, it isn't well known that the 6 have an exception to this rule."

10 minutes later, after Harry had asked a few questions about the Wizengamot and the Potter's history in Britain, Harry had the Potter lordship ring on his right ring finger and had 3 new lessons a week

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4 months into his training and William genuinely had no clue what else he could teach Harry. He had taught the lad everything he knew and for the last two days he'd just been training with the dummies for 3 hours a day and devoting the rest of his time to his other pursuits, no one had ever finished 2 months early before. Normally it took 7 months to learn everything he taught, which was essentially how to control your magic and, for those who wanted to learn to fight, he taught how to dual, how to minimise wand and general movements and improve your casting, things like that. Even Charlus took a little over five months to perfect all of his teachings but this was unprecedented. Atrox Potter was teaching him how to recognise the darker side of magic so he could identify curses in a battle, that man had always given him the creeps. Vinci is making sure he was competent enough for her liking in runes and arithmancy. Dorea has been teaching him politics, Miss Mercurio Potter is teaching him transfiguration, Porem in charms and so on. And he was the only one who felt he had nothing to teach the lad.

After hours of consideration, he has decided to teach him the basics of occlumency. Normally he wouldn't do this because it takes years to be able to keep a competent legilimens out of your mind, but since he had nothing else to teach him and Harry seemed to pick everything else up so this might be worth it, he can always buy some books or come back when he isn't busy when his six months are up.

The young Thestral calf Euphemia, nicknamed Mia by Harry, had grown extremely close to him and had grown enough so that she came up to his knees and could now trot alongside him the entirety of his run. Ana only came to watch them play a couple times a week, now trusting Harry alone with her calf and trusting her calf to bring itself home. They spent around 20 minutes after every run playing with Harry, him sometimes wandlessly banishing a ball for her to go and fetch. Ana had even let him ride along on her back a few times and took him for a fly. He sometimes asked for a ride at night when he just wanted to think while seeing the ancient castle from the best view possible.

Wandless casting had been a surprise for both him and his teachers. It apparently required lots of power due to the lack of focus that a wand brings, and you can only do spells that simply move objects, anything else cannot be done without a focus, so summoning, banishing and levitation charms were all you could do. The rest were magically impossible. Charlus had told him he once was able to summon his wand in a time of crisis but was not able to do it any other time. Since he had developed his wandless spells he had carried a second potter wand in a Potter wand-holster, made of dragon hide and lined with Griffin claw shavings for extra protection, strapped to his ankle. Ready and available for him to summon in case his first wand is not. His Black family wand holster still on his wrist with his first wand inside.

He had, of course, attempted to try some other basic spells wandlessly but yielded either no results or uncontrollable results when he forced his magic to act. For example, when he was attempting to turn a match into a needle it actually turned into an 8ft lion, forcing him to plant his stone arm in between its jaws and vanish it. Needless to say, he hadn't tried any more spells without his wand, because if that happened with a simple transfiguration then he didn't even want to try casting some curses and accidentally kill himself in the process.

His lordship classes with Dorea had been going extremely well with his tutor even more driven than he was, Dorea was extremely appalled at the state of corruption even after the first war had ended. The fact that one of her ancestors had helped build the Wizengamot and the current Lords and Minister were spitting on their values. Harry had been keeping her up to date by reading her, however reluctantly, the important parts of the Daily Prophet. The mere idea you could buy votes completely disturbed her and she couldn't wait for her grandson to walk into that room.

"You're a Potter, a Peveral and a Black, no one can doubt your claim to your seat and ring and no one can not allow you into the Wizengamot. That place is practically your house. You are two of the six if anyone even tries anything knock them down with force and then tell them to clean your wand as they have dirtied it with their idiocy."

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His six months were up and Harry was saying goodbye to his grandparents as he did not know when he would next see them. They had grown quite close over the past months and not seeing them for a while would be difficult.

"We couldn't be prouder of you Harry," his grandmother tearfully said.

"You are probably the best example of this cycle working there has ever been, you really have turned into a man before my eyes. And it has been an honour to watch you grow"

The lump in his throat preventing him from returning the sentiment he simply grabbed Cindy's offered hand and she popped him to the front gates of Hogwarts.

He hadn't had much communication with his friends during his time away and had thought that a surprise would be appropriate because of how he left, so neither Hermione nor Ron knew that he was arriving today. A quick tempus charm, with his Lords ring distorting the trace as he wasn't technically in Hogwarts yet, showed that they should be coming down for breakfast in ten minutes. He hoped no one noticed him before he wanted to, unlikely because he was wearing a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt, having not been able to go to madam malkins yet and outgrowing his old robes.

After a brisk walk on which he waved to a stunned Hagrid, he ended up at the front door and breakfast had started 10 minutes ago. Excellent, this will be dramatic, he thought sarcastically. Placing a charm on himself so no one saw him until he got to the great hall, he opened the doors.

Harry Potter was finally home.

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Harry cancelled his charm and walked through the great halls, scaring an unlucky, passing first year in the process. The moment he stepped through the doors everyone in the halls went silent and looked him, Harry noticed that there was barely any noise, to begin with, and was about to make a mental note to investigate why people were so quiet when he looked up at the head table and noticed a short, stumpy woman sat in the headmaster's chair, eyeing his clothes with disgust and then quickly masking it behind a fake smile. This must be Umbridge, she finally managed to chase Dumbledore out of the castle.

"And who might you be young man" she simpered.

"Harry Potter" he replied.

It was as if Hogwarts had finally found the great hall, whispers and murmurs broke through the silence until Umbridge finally spoke up.

"The ministry has been searching for you for quite some months now mister potter if you will just wait here there is someone I need to go inform of your arrival," she said, eyes shining with glee, a disgusting smile plastered even further into her face, she waddled over to the teachers entrance to go and get her friends. Some aurors no doubt. Maybe even the minister.

Once she'd left the voices grew again and everyone was still looking at him. He looked over to the Gryffindor table in search for his best friend Hermione but couldn't see her. He was about to walk over and ask his head of house where she was when his senses found a magical core running towards him at great speeds, it was a little difficult to extend his magic in Hogwarts due to amount of magic there but he could still feel very close round, about to feet in every direction. Realizing who it was he turned around and grabbed his best friends around the waist and spun her around.

"Harry!" Hermione giggled. When he finally put her she wrapped her arms around his back and buried her face in his chest. "I've missed you"

"I-" he started but stopped when he felt the dark magic somewhere on her body. Pulling back he started searching for the source, until he found it on the back of her left hand where the words were clearly written into her skin, I must not tell lies.

Realizing she'd been found out she dropped her eyes in shame "Harry please d-"

"Who Hermione?" He said, eyes started to glow, he already knew the answer but he needed her to say it.

She seemed reticent to give an answer and Harry was afraid he would have to pry it out of her but a glance over his shoulder told him all he needed to know

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Magic has always been too expensive to be completely explained because everytime someone thinks they have a grasp on how it works, a few decades later it is disproven. There is actually very little that we do know for sure. For example, wandless magic only works for movement spells, this ties into the common misconception that wand movements and incantation is not needed for spells. In actuality the wand movements mean a lot, yes they can be minimized so that you can cast quicker but they are needed, whereas the wand movement is where the magic comes from, the incantation has all to do with intent. When you say the incantation to a spell you are telling your magic what you want to happen as, somehow, it understands even what you do not understand, latin. somehow your magic takes the latin words and tries to push through whatever the incantation means. This is why when you have seen the magic done it is easier as your magic can interpret the spell better and the more you perform a spell the easier it is to do for the same reasons. The wand movements simply mould your magic into a format that is better able to carry out the spell, and your incantation is just you pushing and moulding the magic into what you want it to do.

The boundaries on wandless magic can be explained by the difference between movement magic compared to all other types. When casting any spell other than movement magic you are taking magic from your core and then transforming it into something else and hurling it towards your target, whether that be a person, object or anything else. Movement magic works very differently. When you cast the levitation charm for example, you take magic from your core and instead of transforming it you simply command it to lift the object, with the summoning spell you command your magic to grab something and bring it to you, your magic doesn't change so the moulding that wand movement employ aren't needed and then only requires extra focus until you train your core to be able to perform these spells easily. This is why the first spell that is taught is the levitation charm, it requires almost no magic and very little focus and even starts getting there magical cores used to being used. Once you get past your own mental limitations your intent is the only thing you really need.

The banishing charm takes around the same amount of magic and focus, but the slowing charm aresto momentum spell requires a lot of magic to perform and only those of massive power are able to perform those spells and even then the focus needed makes it one of the most difficult spells to learn, luckily because it comes directly from your core it becomes much easier with repetition like any other wandless spell. Many tried to expand wandless magic to other spells. A headmaster of Hogwarts in 1754 even tried to turn a match into a needle, what followed was him casting for 4 hours straight only to put himself into magical exhaustion for two weeks and only managed to give the match a silver tint.

Even the potters had to submit to this problem. The latest potter had once tried the same experiment but it only lasted for 20 minutes when his grandmother caught him and proceeded to shout at him for an hour straight and refuse to speak to him for the rest of the day.

^~0~^

The Greengrass family has been neutral since 400 years ago when the first Lord Greengrass was inducted into the Wizengamot, and while they weren't as highly respected as the Potters family they did have a respectable amount of political standing, especially in the neutral faction. As several others thought, the Greengrasses are not blood supremacist, in order to appease the dark faction they never marry outside of half-bloods and purebloods. The current Lord Greengrass, Cyrus Greengrass even does lots of business in the muggle world to further the family vault and owns companies in the muggle and wizarding world.

Daphne Greengrass sat in the great hall during breakfast when the new Potter Lord walked in. She had to admit he'd come a long way from the scrawny boy she'd seen in her first year. The disappointment at the sorting sprung to mind, The-Boy-Who-Lived would have been perfect at a political standpoint. He had the love of almost the entire country plus the Potter Lordship, which is arguably the one that brings in the most respect and political clout. But his house placement, clear aversion to Slytherin and his obvious social anxiety would have made it extremely difficult to get close to him. Not that that would have been a simple thing to do in the first place, the war had only ended a decade prior and the neutral family of Greengrass had barely been able to walk their line to appease both the dark and the light side of the war.

The boy before her this morning, however, is something else entirely. From her observations, Harry Potter had not changed much over the past few years and when he didn't turn up for his fifth year she simply thought that with the ministry's involvement with the Prophet and Hogwarts it wasn't necessary to come here. But now she thought that he had most definitely been preparing himself. His new physique and clear confidence that couldn't be arrogance was a clear testament to that. Her normally blank face was tinted in red at the thoughts rushing through her head. She was about to brush her thoughts aside and think of what her father would say for initiating such a risky relationship without consulting him when his hushed conversation with Granger became much more interesting. His eyes were glowing ever so slightly, the mark of a powerful wizard. She could feel and see the anger and magic pulsating from her classmate. Her Father would definitely want to hear of this.

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He had come to Hogwarts to see his friends and converse a little with the Headmaster before going to see Sirius. Now he was standing in the Great Hall trying to reel his magic in, he hadn't wanted to reveal the full extent of his capabilities yet but now his hair was moving and eyes were glowing, the plates and cutlery within close proximity were rattling and students were struggling to keep their food off of the floor.

He watched as she tentatively opened her eyes for him and then immediately cast her eyes towards the floor in shame. She shuffled nervously in front of him for a few moments before he pulled her out of the Great Hall. He put him some silencing and notice-me-not charms before he spoke.

"You know you're in trouble don't you?" She nodded and briefly looked at him before averting her eyes but it was long enough to see the tears forming. "Listen 'Mione you know you're like a sister to me and I realise that we haven't exchanged many letters in the last half a year and I realise that it is mostly me and my schedule's fault but this is definitely something that I would make time for Hermione. Bloods quills are illegal for fuck's sake and you're lucky that that won't scar for the moment but much more use and it would have."

She could see his eyes starting to glow again and decided to try and appease him as quickly as possible just in case he went off to go kill the new Headmistress.

"I'm sorry, I thought I could beat her, she kept making comments about my blood and how it wasn't worthy of the parchment it was written on. She just kept pushing me and Ron has been making himself less and less available since you left. You really were the only thing keeping us together..."

Harry lost any anger he had seeing his friend start to sob and could only pull her back into a hug as she cried into his shoulder. It didn't last long as his anger returned and with it came a need to bring justice to those who had harmed his sister. To bring the ugly bitch to her knees and make her beg for her forgiveness only to end her life. Hermione was his family. It wouldn't be the first time he had taken a life, having ventured out of the castle a few times to start from the bottom of Voldemort's network. He had come across some wizards torturing a muggle family, sensing their marks he immediately went in for the kill, laying waste to five wizarding in seconds.

Holding his hand out he said, "Cindy, bring me a protection ring please." He had calmed down but his eyes still had a slight glow to them. A ring with a bland and the Potter crest on it appeared in his hand.

"Listen Hermione because Umbridge will be back soon and I need this done before then. This ring will say to everyone that you are under house Potter protection and once that is done most people won't bother you. If they do however I will be allowed to respond in order to protect you in any way that may be needed. If anyone challenges you to a formal dual I will be the one that acts in your stead. If you are ever in trouble just think of me and push your magic through the ring and I'll come running." He could see her about to reject it, likely out of pride but he didn't have time for it so he made sure she wouldn't. Looking her dead in the eyes, he tried to convey how little time they had for this. Instantly her face fell and after a moment she took the ring and put it on.

Smiling at her he transfigured her robes so that a small Potter crest was on the left breast of her robes, just above the Gryffindor crest. He hugged her and said, "Thanks, we'll get you some new robes so that the crest is permanent but Hermione, this is very important to me, thank you."

They hugged again and departed back to the Great Hall, as soon as they cleared the doors the entire hall went silent again and stared at him. He was about to go and sit at the Gryffindor table when the doors and the head table opened and Umbridge walked in with a massive smile on her face followed by the burly looking men.

"Go sit down" He commanded. She was going to tell him no but started walking back to her seat when he glared at her and poked his own ring.

He watched her go back to the table and only turned his blank stare to the stout women when she was only a small distance away from him and stopped.

"Mr Potter if you just come with us we'll take you to the ministry and sort out this whole mess that popped up before the school year started hmm? Yes, come along young man, you have caused quite a bit of trouble for us." She said, that gleeful look still firmly on her chubby face.

"If you are quite done Madam Umbridge it is my duty as Lord Potter to tell you that Miss Granger is now under my house protection while I cannot act upon your past actions towards her in the way I would like, any future incidents I will deal with personally." As he was speaking his aura returned and she quickly paled while he glared. "Meaning, if you ever touch Miss Granger again or go anywhere near her with a blood quill, I'll remove your head from your neck and hand it over to the centaur herd in the forest, I'm sure they would appreciate it once I explain who you are."

He could see her face go quickly from white to red and her hand twitch towards her wand. He would love it if she made a move against him in front of so many witnesses, as a Lord he could put her down and the ministry would barely be able to spin it. She must have thought about that herself as after a few moments she fought off her anger and put on a fake smile which was ruined by her still red face.

"Of course Mr-"

"Lord Potter" He corrected, internally taking great pleasure seeing her glance down to his ring and start literally shaking in anger.

"Yes well, if you'll just follow us the minister has been looking forward to having a word with you." Unlikely, he thought, there's probably a Wizengomet meeting convening as we speak.

"Might I ask why there are two Aurors with you?"

"They are here to escort us to the ministry for our own safety. We are important people and as such we get an entourage."

"Madame Umbridge, would you agree that Hogwarts is safe and that there are no threats inside these walls?" At her confused nod, he continued. "Then why do they have their wands out and instead of looking around the room searching for threats, they are instead staring rather intently at me."

Instantly all three ministry workers stiffened and all those in the hall became wary of how close they were to this confrontation. Some students even started trying to shuffle away from the end of their tale or stood up and went somewhere further away.

Umbridge seemed to recover from her stupor quite quickly though. "Stun him," she ordered, taking her own wand from her pocket and stepping back behind the aurors.

The Auror on his left quickly fired a stunning spell at him, wandlessly deflecting it to the one on the right he summoned his wand from his wrist holster. He obviously wasn't expecting any kind of resistance because the deflected stunning spell hit him square in the chest and he collapsed to the floor. Pushing his magic through his arm he sidestepped the second stunning spell. What followed was a fight that only lasted ten seconds, the Auror must have been under orders to not hurt him as he was only casting to stun or bind.

He turned his attention back to the final ministry stooge only to see the sickly yellow light of an unknown curse heading towards him. Without enough time to dodge or conjure he put his left arm up to block the curse, as soon as the curse struck the black rock pain ripped through his arm. He grunted as rocks flew from his arm only to be wandlessly summoned back to him and thrown at Umbridge.

Seeing her unconscious on the floor, he looked at his arm and could see that his theory was proven right. He could feel the malice in that curse as it hurled towards him and if this rock could block that then it would work the pain and killing curse, his arm was covered in lots of nasty burns which he couldn't heal himself with just his wand. Placing cooling and numbing charms on his arm, he conjured a bandage and wrapped it around his entire arm.

"Hermione could you go grab me some burn salve from Pomfrey, please Idont want to leave these three unattended." She didn't even answer, just nodded and ran from the hall.

While she was gone he took the time to inspect Umbridge further there were grazes all over her body and a nasty gash here and there. Vanishing the rocks he started to heal all of the wounds that would cause issues over time. Once he was happy with his work he stunned and bound all three of them in thick black chains. Turning to see both Hermione and the school healer hurriedly making their way towards him. They must have flooed to another professor's office to get here quicker.

The healer brought her wand up and conjured a dome that would blur the inside to the outside world, giving her privacy.

"Shirt off Potter"

He chuckled at her authoritative commands and vanished his shirt, leaving the bandage in place for her to do as she wished. He chuckled even more when his best friend blushed and looked away. The matron, however, didn't even bat an eye. His chuckles soon stopped however when she removed his charms and the bandages on his arm. Clearly Ignoring his grimace in pain she went to work rubbing the salve into his arm.

"Are you ok Harry?" He looked up to see his best friend clearly concerned.

"It's alright 'Mione just in pain, Madam Pomfrey has it under control she's an excellent matron. She has even tied for first in class with my grandmother during her training."

This caught the matron's attention. Still moving her hands she thought for a moment before smiling. "Dorea Black married Charlus Potter?"

At his grin, she looked down and still smiling muttered about "Potters and their ludicrous stunts and secrets"

Him and Hermione made idle conversation for a few minutes in the Great Hall. Once his arm had taken all of her attention in need she finally noticed the three stunned adults on the floor.

"What will you do with them, Potter"

After pulling his shirt back over his head, he said, "well I imagine that Umbridge was trying to take me to the ministry where a Wizengomet meeting is likely convening now. I'll simply take her there and put her on trial myself." A predatory smile erupted on his face, it was time to rattle some old bones.

AN: For those curious, Dumbledore is gone early because she dedicated all of her time to him because Harry wasn't there