A Flustered William Weasley exploded out of the Floo into the Kitchen of Grimmauld Place.

"Potter! What in the Green Hills of Ireland did you do today?" The young wizard roared, disrupting the serving of food by Dobby to the assembled.

"What are you talking about?" Arthur asked, looking up from his stew.

"The Under-bank is in motion!" the Cursebreaker hissed. "They are moving on a war footing. Whole Battalions are trotting up and down the under-tunnels in full armor! Even the Suits are openly wearing their Blades!" Tonks Herded the redhead to his seat, and poured him an ale from the pitcher in the center of the table. "When I asked about the Caves, I was informed that Lord Potter was in Play, that He had bought the Nation for his War."

Harry swallowed.

Black leaned forward to stare into the eyes of the panicking wizard. "Before he answers, One question. Who are you Loyal to? Potter or Dumbledor?"

Bill paused from sipping his ale. "Are they not the same?"

"No." Harry spoke softly. "I have learned of late that the Headmaster has been planning my Death." His eyes locked onto Bill's, "And to make matters worse, It is believed that your Mother is involved." He sat up, "Your Mother was accused of slipping potion to the members of the Order. Most of the others are out at St Mungo's, purging." He sipped from a bottle of Butterbeer. "Dum-dum is also in St Mungo's, health issues from being stunned at his age. As of last night there are three sides to this war, not including the Ministry. Mine, Dum-Dum's, and Riddle's."

"And the Goblin Nation?"

"I went in this Morning to claim House Potter Accounts. In my Pocket was a 'gift' for my Account Manager. Some little trinket I picked up four months ago. When Barchoke ordered the guard to remain, I decided to break the ice…"

[Flashback]

"Ah, Lord Potter. Guard. Remain."

"Account Manager. Good Morning." Harry kept his hands wide, "I have a gift. 'House Potter' to our greatest Ally."

He looked at the guard, "Right Pocket. Wooden box, shrunk." He folded his cloak back, showing his six wands, as he grasped his left wrist in his right behind his back.

"Is that a threat, Boy?" the guard grumbled.

"No." Barchoke chuckled. "He is offering you the option of taking it from him, or him pulling it out."

"Slowly Boy-o."

With one hand, Harry drew out the box, and gently set before the account manager. As the Lad stepped clear, the bald goblin tapped the box with a talon. The box grew to the size of four wand boxes, 2x2. Using his fore-talon of each hand, the top was lifted clear.

The guard swore in a language that Harry did not know.

"Lad, think before you speak." Barchoke spoke calmly, carefully. "Where did you get this? And why bring it to me?"

"The last six months, my time, I and a few friends were … elsewhere. Cleaning out a Loot hole, that was among the items. I took it as part of my share." Harry was babbling, "What I remember from History Class, Goblins liked blades. You supposedly have a tradition of gifting blades between allies and the Keeper of my Family's wealth must be by definition, an ally."

"Laddy, 'Sharing Steel' is only done to end a War. Gifting me this… Should I take this, You then call on me and my Clan to go to War in your Name. Should I refuse it, you could call for my head, and the heads of the men of my Clan."

"So… this gift for the Manager is not a good idea." Harry drew out another box and tossed it onto the desk.

Another tap unshrunk the box. Two talons opened the cubit cube. This time both goblins swore in their guttural language. "Lad, just what are you offering here?"

"Gifts. Nothing but very shiny trinkets. If you want to do more then call me friend, Yeah Me!" Harry danced in place. "If not, well I do hope for preferred trading privileges, but that is all I ask."

Barchoke lifted a dagger from his box. He drew the blade from the sheath. A saber style blade, with a 'gut hook' an inch up the back from the point. Barchoke gurgled in pleasure as he slid the blade into its black leather sheath. Unbuttoning his jacket, he hung the dagger over his left breast. "Guard. Take the other box to the Chamberlain."

[end flashback]

"...a simple thank you gift for all the years of hard work. The Gift to the Bank Manager might have been overkill." The wand-slinger shivered.

"What gifts?" Bill spoke as if to an idiot child.

"A Dagger, unbreakable. Real nasty edge profile." Harry cocked his head aside, "The Manager was sent a helm."

"That Dwarven Helm? Legion's Commanding Leader?" Hermione hissed.

"Yeah, that would do it." Bill slammed the last of his ale. "The Blade wiped every debt House Potter had to the Bank from the books. That Helm… This time next month…" Bill slumped, his head pounding the table. "The Goblin Nation goes to war!" He raised his head, "My Oaths to the Bank means that I am loyal Potter over Dumbledor."

HPWS

Albus was slow to awaken this morning.

'Why?'

Oh, he did not take his restoration drought last night…

'Again, Why?' he frowned, 'I take it every night as I go to bed…"

He did not go to bed last night…

"Potter Stunned me!" He peered about, his great mind filling in the details. "Then they sent me to St Mungo's." the old man muttered to himself, before raising his voice, "Good Morning! I need to get on with my day!"

"Good Morning Mr Dumbledor." The young Healer entered the room. "Yes, about that. You are being held pending charges of Illicit Potioning and Mind Charming."

"What?" the Headmaster drew himself up.

"Molly Weasley has been documented as feeding Loyalty Potions to select members of our Government. She is awaiting questioning as we speak." The Healer waved his wand over the old man. "Then the Director will call for you. Please do not try the door. An elf will bring tea and scones." The Heler tapped the door with his wand and exited, closing the door firmly behind him.

"Well that is not good." The old man reached out for his bird. He felt the bound, but did not pull. That was a card he would wait to play.

HPSW

"Good Morning Molly." Ami sat across from the house-witch.

"Morning Amelia. What is this all about?" the frumpy redhead frowned at the fading redhead.

"Direct to the point. Okay. Your little 'afterhours club' with the Headmaster. Select members of the Group showed up with signs of Potion in their systems. Loyalty Potion." The Director watched through her magic eye piece, "Potion keyed the Headmaster."

Molly was silent for about three minutes, before finally opening her mouth, "I would like to answer you, but I can't." She closes her eyes, "Not Won't, but Can't. Do you understand me, Amy?"

"I think I do. I am sorry, Molly. You have a couple of rough days ahead. I would not wish what is going to happen to you anyone. I will have Arther get you a change of clothes from home." The Director collected her things and left the room.

HPSW

Harry was in the Parlor, looking out the window at the park across the street.

"Harry?"

"Grimoire."

"None of that." the witch frowned. "We agreed to leave our titles behind."

"Sorry, I was thinking about the coming shite."

"Harry. Druid and Seer will find us on the Train. Orical promised." The witch stood at his shoulder as they watched the folk walk along the street.

"Yes, but …"

"Harry!" she grabbed his ear, and pulled him in for a kiss.

HPSW

At Five minutes to 9, Harry Potter exited the floo into the Atrium in full Combat robes, his Grim at his Heel. he waited three seconds, and Hermione joined him, her nose in a LAW book. Hooking his left arm through her right, he led her to the front desk.

After cuing up to check their wands, the sashed Auror Took Harry's Holly and Phoenix, and Hermione's Vinewood and Heartstring.

"What is…" the Auror pointed at the Witch as she was still reading.

"Oh, she is just double checking the Law on something I was talking about with the Director a couple of nights back. I want to cross my 'i's and dot my 't's. You know, squeeze a galleon out of a knut."

"Yeah, I tried that when I was your age. Did not workout so well." the Auror grinned. "And the…" pointing at Padfoot.

"Padfoot." Harry smiled. "A Grimm. My father's Familiar. Director Bones knows I am bringing him in."

"Okay." the man swallowed and waved them on.

They followed the purple robed wizards and witches to the lifts and down to the Chambers below. They made their way to the viewing balcony, sat and waited.

As Fudge came bustling in, the toad woman at his heels, everyone settled into their seats. Fudge climbed into the High Seat of the Chief Warlock, and pounded the gavel, opening the session. "Our First Piece of Business; Measure 316, Werewolf taxes on all …"

"Point of Order!" a Harridan in a stuffed vulture hat spoke in a voice that carried across the Chamber. "First Piece is Selection of a Chief Warlock. Your Sham of a trial for Mr Potter notwithstanding, That is all you are entitled to do." She crossed her hands on her cane, "Unless you are stepping down from your Post as Minister?"

"Shut It!" Snarled the Toad, "The Minister has declared the first piece of business."

Agusta Longbottom continued to lean on her cane and stare at Cornelius Fudge.

Ogden shifted in his chair. "Minister. Dowager Longbottom is correct. You stripped Albus of his title after last month's scesson. And used your one time ability to call on us to Judge the Potter Lad. Your only options are to call for Nominations or yield the seat completely."

"In that case." Fudge snarled, "I call for nominations."

Toad immediately " I nominate Minister Fudge."

A Dark haired wizard stood. "I Nominate Lord Malfoy."

"I Nominate Ogden." a crone called from across the chamber.

"I Nominate Bones!" A honey blond cried onto the Chamber.

The chamber fell silent.

After long enough, Fudge pounded his gavel, "We have our Quorum! Lets count for Ogden?" He waited as the lit wand tips were counted. "Now for Malfoy?" Waited a bit longer. "For Bones?" half the room lit up. "And for me." three.

Fudge sighed, "Looks Like Madam Bones is our Chief War-Witch." He struck the Gavel, "Come Claim your Seat." He gathered his papers, and joined the Toad at the Minister's seat.

Bones Stood from her seat, and was replaced by a thin man with a lion's mane of hair, just starting to silver.

As Bones eased into her new Position, the Chamber hummed with whispers. "Okay, that was unexpected. Now onto our next piece of Business." She Grabbed the gavel. "We have a few Seating issues to iron out. I was going to Have house Bones move for this, but Gus beat me to the punch. Lord Potter has been Declared an Adult. He is here to claim his seat."

Fudge roared out of his Seat, "Objection!" His Red face contrasted against his lime green pinstripes. "How can He…"

"All thanks to you Minister." Greengrass jeered. "Your Trial before the whole 'Mot declared Him an Adult if he was not Already. Something about 'Only Those of Age'?"

"The Goblet of Fire?" Harry Blurted out, drawing every eye to him? "Damn you Dumbledor!"

"Silence from the Gallery!" Bone rapped her gavel.

Harry waved his apology.

"Scribe, Does the Seat of House Potter stand ready to receive him?" The War-witch intoned.

"Seat Potter," Scribe Weasley cried, "Do you Stand Ready?"

All eyes snapped to an old man sitting rather comfortably in the Seat under the Seal of House Potter.

Hermione closed her book and stood, drawing Harry to his feet. "Either he stands, or you call him out like in the American Wild West."

"Ah… I was told to hold this Seat by Albus. Until He tells me otherwise… I hold." He stammered.

"My Good Man." Harry Called as he strode toward the Seat. "You will Stand… or you will Crawl." His robes split showing his wand-belt. "I Have Come For what is Mine, and First is that Seat. Albus has Dictated the Actions of House Potter for the Last Time."

The Wizard, Doge from the Order saw the Boy Striding his way like his Grandfather, scurried to his feet and stepped from the box seat, just as Harry Arrived.

Harry shook his Hand, "House Potter thanks you for your services. Until Later, my Good Man." Harry turned to Help Hermione into the seat, where she sat on a stool beside the Chair. Harry took the Chair, with Padfoot at his side.

"House Potter." Boned intoned again. "Do you Wish to declare Alliances?"

Harry stood. "Alliances in Good Standing. House Weasley." minor murmurs. "House Black." Not So Minor Murmurs.

"Alliances, buddin, House Longbottom." minor murmurs, as the Lad nodded to the Dowager, "And House Bones."

"Feuds. House Guant." Harry looked at Malfoy, and raised an eyebrow. The long Blond Haired Wizard shook his head in the negative. "House Potter welcomes all hands in Friendship, and We will listen to any reasonable call." He Frowned. "Grievances; Albus Dumblebor. The Ministry. For the Crimes against my Blood-sworn God-Father!"

There were a few gasps.

"And this Brings Us to Our Next Item on the Docket. "

"You are being very free on your First Day in Office." Fudge snarled.

"Yes, Fudge, But to undo most of the Errors Albus Has Done, before We are Painted by the Same Brush." Bones leaned over the rail of her Pulpit. "A bit of Gossip… The Boy Put Albus in St Mungo's. He out drew Albus and three of my best Aurors who were meeting after-hours. Only Reason Moody did not join them on the Floor was because he kept his hand away from his wand."

"You Mean the Boy is no Longer Dumbledor's?" Fudge gasped, "But three days ago…"

"Yes." Bones, "You cost us the Boy as our ally. Now you are going to sit quietly, while I try to fix your Blunders and Albus' blackmarks." The fading redhead hissed. It carried across the Chamber. Turning back to the assembled, "After months of investigating, I found out Black was never Tried for his Crimes. As He is Lord Potter's Blood-sworn Godfather, He could not have acted against Potter." She had to pound the Gavel to regain control of the Room. "I think I can get him to agree to a trade. A full Pardon and expunge of the crimes he is accused of in exchange for Him not demanding reparations. Can I get a Move and …"

Greengrass was on his Feet before Bones had finished. "I Move that Black be cleared!"

Orden Heaved his Bone arse from his Seat, "Seconded!"

"All in Favor!" Bones called, and a third of the Chamber bloomed with light. "Opposed?" The Rest bloomed.

"Point of Order!" Greengrass barked, "Lord Malfoy's vote does Not Count! He is Sitting Black's Seat!"

"Recognized. Scribe?" Nones looked at Percy.

"In Favor, 34, Opposed, 13… Potter and Black Abstaining." Percy cried to the Chamber.

Bones Gaveled, "Motion Passes. We invite Black to claim his Seat next Month." She picked up the list of Motions prepared for the Season. "Werewolf Taxes? Does anyone other than Deloris truly believe we need this new law"

And from there it dissolved into inner party bickering. Harry's and Padfoot's eyes glazed over, but Hermione was at the edge of her seat. Harry voted as Hermione 'advised' him to.

It was two tired wizards and one energized witch that tumbled out of the Floo at Headquarters, that night.