"Over the Summer, I saw an Oracle. She foretold that I would be caught between Love and two contracts. She also said that you two have lovers of your own, and that they would need to be welcome in our union as well." Harry frowned at Susan, "But I fear Hannah's days will be numbered."

"But Why?" the redheaded witch frowned.

The door opened.

"Ah Potter… got a minute?" ,

"Because She has a Wizard interested in her, and she returns his Interest." Harry drew from Hermione's book bag, a Staff of twisted vines, knotted at each end with a braid pattern that would make a Monkey's Fist look like a Granny Knot. The Shaft was of braided vines. The whole thing was eight feet in length, stiff as oak, and looking alive as if picked five minutes ago. "Longbottom. Something you have been lacking. Your Druid's Staff. Until you master that thing, be careful of the thorns." The staff was passed to the Wizard that had just entered the compartment. "What do you need, Nev?"

Neville stumbles to the nearest open seat, and sits, cradling his Staff in his arms. He seemed too focused on his new 'toy' then what he needed to talk to Harry about.

Hermione drew from her Messenger bag a pair of bronzewood bangles connected by carved wooden chains to a ring. She handed them to Greengrass. "Dryad. We return that which is yours."

Daphne slid her left hand into the bangle, and before it crossed her thumb joint, slipped the ring onto her middle finger… as it settled about her wrist, it tightened up. She did the same to her right hand… and as it locked into place, both bracelets became bracers that covered her hands. Her Eyes glowed green. "At Last…My Arms are complete!"

Susan was offered a length of bone, yellowed with age, Rune-carved and filled with silver metal that had a purple tint. It was a Femur bone, not from a Human, the ball joint was carved to resemble a skull with black pearls for eyes. As she took it, her eyes turned black. "Oh Yeah…Mommy like." She blinked her eyes clear, "Okay Potter what is with the gifts?"

"This winter break, I am leaving School. I have a mission elsewhere. I fully plan to be married when I return in January. Now, If my Witches wish to join me as I step into the Adventure, they are welcome. It will not be a nice place. It will not be a quick trip." He leaned forward, "But I will return stronger, and so will my companions. This weekend, we will teach you how to use them. Magic there is more alive, I am the only one who uses bastardised Latin on a daily basis, and only when I am using Hogwarts' Magic spells. The Others found their new Foci and incant their spells."

Hermione dug out a small book, and tucked it into her Wand cuff, "Watch."

Suddenly the door opened, and Malfoy stood in the doorway sneering. "Bones… To have Fallen so far." His eyes narrowed as they fell on Daphne. "Greengrass. What are you doing here? We have a Contract!"

"There is a Contract, that is correct." Greengrass went frosty, "But It does not say Malfoy! And Until you are Named Heir Primas or Lord, I am free to do as I please."

"Father is seeing to that as We speak." Malfoy hissed. "I will be Lord Black and you will be Mine!"

Harry started laughing. "You Might get the Lordship…" He squared up to Malfoy, "When The current Lord and are Dead. The Ministry lost it's chance to strip Black of his Lordship when they locked him away without a trial. Your Father is as impotent as you are." His hands dropped to his belt, framing the heavy buckle. "And Know that we are ready to kill Anyone who comes after Us."

"You are the current Black Heir?" Daphne hissed.

"And Now I know how you are linked to me." Potter never removed his eyes from the wizard in front of him. "Fudge really Pooched the screw on this one. Had he listened to me, he would have Had a Public Friend in Potter and in Black… now he is two steps short of being the Wart I burn off Luci's ass."

Goyle snorted. Crabbe sneered. They both grabbed Malfoy under the arms and yanked him from the compartment. The Door slammed shut. From outside the door everybody heard Draco lay into them.

"Why did you pull me out of there, you tr0ll droppings for brains!"

"We are paid to protect you. We are not paid to take on a Hit Wizard" Goyle rumbled.

"You Challenge Potter, you are on your own." Crabbe grumbled. The two thugs lumbered off to their compartment.

Inside the compartment the four witches exchanged looks as the two Wizards settled in beside them.

"Okay Potter." Susan used her short staff of just short of four feet to poke at the dark haired wizard. "I asked you a question. What is with the gifts?"

"Not gifts… not in the traditional manner." the wizard raised his hands. "But Foci that are destined to be wielded by my Party. Dryad(he nodded at Daphne) and Necromancer (a nod to Susan) are two of my strongest allies on the side. Dryad and Druid are Warriors of the Green. There is no Magic that has to do with Life that the two of you can not bend to your will. Necromancer is a one Witch Army… Use of her Gift to raise the Dead to fight for her cause… but only when she is attacked. Grimoire here can turn any book or tome into a focus and Power is the only limit on what she can do. I am Slinger, or Wandslinger. I can draw one of my wands and hit any target in fifty metres before most can blink. My wands are for different levels of power vs control. My lightest allows me to carve a grain of rice… while my heavier wands allow me to fire off over thirty piercing hexes in under a minute… punching through a six in stone wall."

Hermione cleared her throat. "This weekend, we will give you all a tutorial on tapping the wilder magics."

Daphne hummed. "Scion Potter…"

"Lord Potter." Harry showed off his rings. "Heir Black, and only because House Black bylaws won't allow my Dog-father to pass his Ring until he has held it for a year and a day or dies." He took Hermione's hand, "Granger and I are courting, to use the old term, and She is my Prime for Lady Potter. As I understand it, you two are Bones and Greengrass respectively, and that leaves me on the Hook to find my Lady Black."

"What about Weasley?" Bones asked.

"No." Harry smirked. "Turns out you have a better chance with her then I do. She was Raised with the thoughts that she was going to marry the Boy-who-lived since she was out of diapers… but she spent four months out of her Mother's reach, and she found out a truth about herself. We have an agreement… after her thirtieth birthday… if she needs a Breeding stud… I will aid her, but only to spare her having to pay Malfoy's breeding fees."

"You speak of him like a prime stud bull." Hermione sneered. "Like you are breeding Beef."

"Yeah." Harry sighed with a grin. "Only not as smart."

Everyone snickered at the joke.

"Can we use these in place of wands?" Daphne asked as she admired her bracers once more.

"With practice." Hermione grinned, "Your Bracers will return to the bracelet and ring set too. You just have to let go of the Magic. Bones and Longbottom can use theirs in melee combat, as Harry uses his septures. Ron and Harry spar on the weekend mornings. I will show you three how to proper incant while Harry teaches Neville his staff work." She turned her hand upright.

[Darkness Gathers

Dancing Motes a-flight

Shadows Flex

In My Light]

An orb of blue light bloomed over her palm.

"It is not like a 'Luminous' and will not be vanished by any 'Nox'." Hermione passed the orb first to Daphne, who after a few minutes of rolling it her hands she passed it to Susan. "It will die out in about eight hours… just as bright, just as sharp… then gone."

Hermione dropped into her Professor mode, as she instructed the three witches and a druid class wizard on the basics of Incant casting. Harry dropped onto the bench beside her and closed his eyes as he allowed sleep to claim him.

HPWS

Lord Black stormed the Ministry Atrium, His Werewolf sidekick at his heel. Dressed in Black silk shirt and trousers, knee high boots with a two inch heel, and a tight leather vest cut a striking image, but the sabre at his hip caused the biggest commotion. His long and wavy hair was done up in a man-bun, and a black silk scarf was tied about his Head.

The People parted as he sauntered to the check-in desk.

At the desk the pudgy 'sargent' Auror licked his lips. "Mister Black… Wand Please."

"Would love to, but my wand was taken back in Nineteen Eighty… and I am here to either reclaim it, or get a voucher for a new one." Black grinned at the man, "And it Lord Black… Dread Lord Black." His hand fell to the belt about his hips, "My man… Don Lupin. Please send Director Bones a memo that we are enroute…" His grin was as Rackish as he could make it. "Please and thank you."

The desk attendant just waved them through. They Took the Lift to the second floor, DMLE. as the two entered the bullpen and the maze of desks and cubicles Sirius got a grin on his face.

"OH NO!" He cried in a girly voice, "It's Sirius Black!"

No less than six witches screamed, five Wizards wet themselves… and twenty hardened Aurors twisted into apparition.

Shacklebolt snorted as Runcorn raised an eyebrow. Tonks fell out of her desk chair, but if it was because she was laughing so hard or just because she was Tonk…

Director Bones looked around the Bullpen, the Memo in her hand, and sighed, "BLACK!" She roared, as she turned to face the cocky wizard, "Must you disrupt my Department every time you walk through?"

"Yes, Director, I do." the sword-mage grinned at her, before he strutted in close. "How else am I going to get my one on one time with you?"

"Bad dog." Lupin popped Black on the head with a rolled up Prophet, as trailed along in the Lord's wake.. "No humping her leg during working hours."

Shaklebolt snorted, as Runcorn grunted. Tonks just rolled over, racked with laughter.

Bones was not outwardly admused, but inside she grinned at the duo's antics. 'So Much like Potter and Black.'

"And what brings you two here… today?"

"My Wand." Black leaned on an empty desk. "I either need it returned, or I need to replace it… at the Ministry's expense. I will of course be using Ollivander's… He is the standard by which all are judged in Britain."

"Yes…" Bones sighed, before turning into her office, "I found the remains of said wand… Crouch made a show of snapping it for the Paper seeing as how he could show you being sentenced. The wand was snapped, and enshrined." Taking a memo sheet, She scribbled a note that she passed to Black. "This will not fill the hole that is your missing wand… but maybe it can patch the wound and stop the bleeding. Try not to break the bank."

"Hey, Ami." Sirius tucked the Note into his vest. "After work… want to get a bite to eat?"

"Interested." the faded redhead smirked, "But I don't know when I will be signing off."

"We will be at the Leaky until Ten." Lupin sighed. "If you show up, I can find somewhere else to be." His eye caught sight of the 'rookie' listening in. "Otherwise He is going to want to bar crawl."

The duo walk out, heading for the Alley.

HPWS

Black Flooed into the Leaky, Lupin not a step behind. A Casual wave to Tom behind the bar, as he was the only one to see them arrive, as they exited out the 'backdoor'. The wall slid open and the two men slid into the sea of shoppers, revealing in the absence of their school age children.

The bell rang as they entered the store front.

"Hmm, Dogwood and Dragon heartstring. Mister Lupin. And…" The wild haired Wand Crafter stood up from behind the counter. "Black."

"Good Day Ollivander." Sirius leaned on the counter sideways, as he passed the man the memo. "Crouch Snapped my wand, instead of giving me a trial. I am going to need a new wand… Custom if you please."

"This way, Lord Black." The beady eyes flicked to Lupin, "Lupin can wait here." The Wand Maker led the way into the back of the Shop.

HPSW

"Potter!" Flitwick was waiting when Harry stepped down from the Carriages. "You will need to surrender your extra wands."

"Duel Master." Potter roared back. "You can have them… when you pry them from my cold dead fingers." He adjusted his trench coat/ robes to allow for ease of drawing his wands. "I was going to ask for some Lessons… I will take the First one Here!"

"Chessman!" Hermione yelled at Ron, "Help me Raise a wall around the two fighters. We Must Protect the Students!"

[Clash of Steel, Flash of Fire

Masters of Death Meet

Protection needed Most Dire

Arise Arena of Sleet!]

A circle of Ice rose to stand ten feet tall enclosing the two Wand Masters.

[Contest of Deadly Skill

Surrounded by those who watch

Remove the chance of a Kill

And allow us to see the Match]

A Dome of Crystal enclosed the Ice Circle.

Inside the two constructs, the Wand Wizards began trading spells. But all the assembled students could see were flashes of traded spell fire as they left the wands and splashed on the walls. Hermione Granger gripped her small tome to her chest…

[Surrounded and Safe

One shall Rise, One Shall Fall

Now Blinded and Chafe

Allow Us to see it All]

A flash of light jumped from Hermione's hand, to the crystal Dome. What once was hazy images, now stood out in perfect clarity. The whole school could see Professor Flitwick, a spinning top of a spell weaver, spinning about, casting spell after spell. Potter had started out moving, dancing through the spell-fire from the small Wand Master, but he soon had to slide the #2 wand into his belt and draw out the Sceptre on his left hip. A blue dome, just big enough to hold a kneeling Potter and a person of similar size, covered the younger wizard and began to absorb the Duel Master's spells.

After about twenty minutes, Flitwick stopped casting and went to one knee.

Potter stood, and while the dome crumbled, the youth approached the Charm's Master. No one outside the battle dome heard what was said, but it was clear that Potter was talking to the Charms Master. He slid the wand he was using into his belt, where he pulled the thinnest wand from his belt… a few slashes, and the short professor slumped.

Potter waved the sphere topped stick in his hand and a Doorway appeared through the crystal construction. Another wave and Flitwick was floating at his side, his wand still gripped in his hand.

"Grim, Chess, I am taking the Professor to Poppy's. I am then calling Bones and Tonks. The Old Spider is twisting his web too tight." Harry jogged into the school.

Hermione exchanged glances with everyone who had a Power Focus, and nodded. "Come on Ron… Time for the Feast."

"Yes!"

HPSW

Harry Dropped the short man in 'His' bed, and A pinch of floo powder, "DMLE, Director Bones Please."

The Green Flame Head that appeared before him, frowned. "The Director is out for the Night. I Can Leave a Note…"

"Thank you, No." Harry shook his head. "I was just hoping to catch her before the end of the day."

"Yeah." the Auror chuckled. "At Five, she blew out of here, Something about a Date."

"Thank you. Good night." Harry closed the connection. Another pinch. "Tonk's Treehouse."

A balding wizard appeared in the Flames. "Yes?"

"Hey Ted." Harry coughed. "Andy is Needed at Hogwarts Medical. House Black is Calling her to Action."

"We Will be right there." The Floo died.

"What is going on here?" the Medi-witch demanded from behind Potter. "Mr Potter! You should be down with the Others for the Feast!"

"Oh, I am going, Nurse Poppy." Harry turned, his phoenix wand pointed between her eyes. "Judging by the spells on Flitwick, and your care of me over the years… I fear that you have been compromised. I am sorry." [Somnus] the Witch collapsed into a simple sleep. Harry caught her before she fell, and placed her on a bed next to the sleeping professor.

Harry then cast his Patronus. A winged snake, about two feet long, hung before him. "Director Bones. You are needed at Hogwarts, Potter was met with Malice." the snake coiled about and vanished.

Harry jogged back to the Great Hall just as the toad faced witch stood and began her speech. She was five Lines in when she broke off to call Harry out.

"You there!" her Chirpy voice carried in the silence of the Hall. "Why are you so late in getting here?"

"Sorry, Ma'am." Harry squared up, "I was just in the Medical Wing."

"You Will be serving Detention with me… tonight!"

The Hall hissed, before the twins stood, and bowed to Potter. "Oh Wise One!" they choursed, "Teach us your Ways!"

Harry waved them away. "I am sorry Ma'am, but just who are you? I recognize your face, but where you fit in our Society… I fear that you leave me stumped."

"I Am Madam Dolores Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic." She answered smuggly.

"And what gives you the right to demand I sit Detention?"

"I am the new Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor." Her smirk only grew.

"So you Have a Masters in Defense?" Harry collapsed his hands before him, looking contrite.

"Well… No." The Pink Sweatered Witch swallowed.

"A NEWT and OWL of E or better?" Harry Cocked his head to the side.

"No." The Witch was getting twitchy. "Minister Fudge Declared that I was to be the New DADA."

"Headmaster?" Harry turned to look at the faded lavender robed wizard as he lounged in his golden throne.

"The Trial cost me Heavily, Potter."

"And you took the path of the Willow as to the Oak." Harry nodded. "Headmistress." Harry turned to look at the Scot

"Under Advice from the Headmaster." She sat stiffly in her chair.

"Since I have such a large stake in tonight's activities, I might as well burn this tick out as well." Harry opened his robe, hooking the edges over his septures. "Madam Undersecretary. I take from the use of this title, that you still hold this post and are collecting your salary from said Post."

"Yes." Her lip curled. "What of it?"

"You also plan to Collect the Pay for the Post of the DADA Professorship. Am I correct?"

"What of it?"

"According to the Hogwarts Charter, found on page ten of the book, Hogwarts, a History, 'No Outside Body shall employ a Working Professor during the School Year Term. No Working Professor shall Claim Title or Monies not related to their Post, during the School Term'." Harry smiled at the Witch. "You Madam Undersecretary, Claimed the Title before claiming the Professorship. Your Employment here is Null and Void, and you are Not Empowered to pass Judgement nor Punishment on any Student or Ward of the School of Hogwarts."

"Know Your Place, Half Blood!" the red-faced Toad-witch snarled.

"It is right here, UmBitch." Harry sneered back. "I had some time this Summer… I read a third edition copy of Hogwarts, a History, Updated. I got a real good look at just what my Titles mean. You have two choices, Witch. You can collect your things on the way out…" Harry hooked his thumbs into his Belt. "Or We can feed your carcass to the carrion eaters in the Forest."

"Mister Potter." McGonagall leaned forward. "What are you saying?"

"I was Named Champion of Hogwarts. Thanks to the Headmaster, I am acting Castialion. Until I am expelled from these Halls or I am Challenged and Beaten I hold that Title. Had Diggory survived our little Adventure, He would hold the Title." Harry adjusted his glasses. "Since we have no Lord Hogwarts, the Headmaster is acting Regent and Steward. Because he is and has been since he claimed the title…Headmaster Dumbledor, Chief Warlock and Supreme Mugwump. He always claimed the Title and Post of Headmaster first, so he can Keep it, but the money he thought he was getting from those Posts…" Harry Laughed softly. "No!"

Delores thought she had a chance, and struck… only for her wand to explode in her grasp, just before a stunner hit her right between the eyes…

Harry was holding the #2 wand for his left hand pointing at the pink witch.

"You know what, Headmaster, I think I am going to go back to the Medical wing, I have some business to handle there. I think an Elf or two can bring me a sweet spread while I wait for Poppy to get to me." Harry nodded at the old man, "What we have to talk about can wait until tomorrow. We will have Tea. Headmistress, After you get your House settled for the Night, Join me at Poppy's please." a twist of his wand caused the pink dressed witch to hover to his side. "Bones, You might want to join me. Lovegood…" Harry turned towards the Door, "The Choice is yours. Grim, Chess, see to the House. The rest… I will see you after Morning Tea."

He Left the Great Hall, the Pink Witch, Umbridge floating at his hip, as Susan Bones trotted after, clutching a bone short staff.

HPSW

TBC