Of Lies and Deceit and Hidden Personas

by Jessiikaa15

Everything changes the summer of 5th year when a mere letter causes Harry's magic to react wildly and he finds out that Dumbledore has been controlling him and his friends a lot more than first thought. With the truth revealed to him, Harry shows everyone he isn't the Gryffindor Golden Boy everyone thinks he is and he isn't the only the one with masks. DarkEvilTrio! SLASH

45. Chapter 45

A/N: HELLO AND WELCOME TO THE CHAPTER EVERYONE SEEMS TO BE WAITING FOR!

Merry Christmas and happy holidays folks!

This is it folks, it's here at last; the Greengrass ball! Ok, I know, I held out for a looong time, but I tried so hard with this chapter and I really hope it shows. I wanted to show the best of the trio, but at the same time, I wanted to fully incorporate the pureblood traditions I am trying to slowly unfold. Oh, and I know there is a slight change in the titles and forms of address from when I first introduced them back in chapter three, it's my mistake and I will eventually change them to match. I wrote chapter three over two years ago, nearly three, so forgive me for that; it was just development I guess.

Anyway, enough of that. Let's get down to business. Here is chapter 45…

Warning: Language and mentions of slash and blood

Disclaimer: I am not J. K. but this plot is so mine

Parsel

Chapter 45:

Harry was buzzing. He had woken up at a ridiculously early hour with his anticipation bubbling over, so he slipped out of bed and went down to the kitchen to begin making his fish dishes for Narcissa. He managed to get the elves to cooperate when he had Winky pop in and explain to them in a way in which they would understand. He was all but dancing around the kitchen as he worked, humming to himself. He just couldn't wait. Harry didn't know if it was his excitement or just his general movements, but the dishes were finished quickly and he charmed them to sit until Narcissa was ready to try them, asking Winky for a little house elf magic to make sure they stayed fresh.

Harry skipped back up to Tom's rooms, grinning when he saw the man awake rising to dress for the day. He moved over to stop the man's movements, his grin turning devilish as he ran his hands over Tom's exposed chest and reached up to kiss him. Harry could feel Tom's anticipation for the night's ball behind the lust that had risen up at Harry's sudden actions. Things heated up and Tom began pushing Harry back, breaking apart long enough to mutter "Shower" before they were kissing again. Harry was only too happy to comply, vanishing their clothes with a wave of his hand and turning on the water with the same motion. As soon as the water was running, Tom had Harry under the spray and against the wall, easily lifting him to wrap his legs around him. Tom had barely cast his gripping any charms before Harry was preparing himself and sinking down on to his waiting arousal.

The teen was filled with desire and excitement, almost salacious and Tom was only too happy to give him exactly what he wanted. Harry met each thrust, demanding faster and more, and crying out when Tom found the spot that sent waves through him. It was hard and fast, and Harry collapsed on to Tom after his release hit. He was gently placed back on his own feet and Harry sighed happily when Tom began washing him, it was a relaxing experience and Harry reached up to press a slow kiss of thanks to Tom's lips. When they were finished, Tom dried them both off with a wave of his hand and they got dressed for the day. Harry walked down to breakfast on Tom's arm, just enjoying the peacefulness even as his excitement was thrumming just below the surface.

"Good morning, Harry, My Lord." Narcissa greeted warmly, as they took their seats for breakfast.

"Good morning, Narcissa." Tom returned, a slight smile flashing across his face for the woman.

"Morning, Cissa," Harry chimed, "Have you managed to see the dishes?"

"You have made them already?" Narcissa asked surprised and Harry grinned.

"I woke up early," He said, and his grin stretched when he heard Draco snort.

"Obviously you really do not want to go to the ball this evening." He said blandly.

"Dear Lady Magic herself, we have ourselves a mind reader!" Harry declared dramatically, much to the amusement of the rest of the table.

"Luna ordered me to remind you that you are to do absolutely nothing other than recreational and relaxing activities today." Draco told him and Harry nodded.

"I know, I gave her my word that I won't do anything at all." Harry assured.

"Good, she had promise in her eyes."

"She's just annoyed because I refused to allow her to see her dresses before the balls." Harry joked and Draco laughed.

"Oh, no doubt. Paws and Raven have been cursing your name."

"You haven't allowed them to see their gowns?" Narcissa repeated shocked.

"Nope,"

"But how are they to style accordingly?"

"They've been told to retrieve their main jewellery selections and to wait for the ball," Harry answered, "It is why I am leaving at half three despite the ball beginning at seven."

"I would have hunted you down should you do something like that to me." Narcissa stated indignantly and Harry laughed.

"Thankfully, Cissa, you graciously extended your Yule invitation and Lucius' marvellous wards are keeping me safe and whole." He responded brightly.

"I am glad you have entrusted my wards with your safety against angry women." Lucius put in dryly, and they shared a laugh. Harry bid the Malfoy's good day and went with Tom when they had finished breakfast, neither of them noticing the looks they received when Harry took Tom's arm without even thinking about it. Tom led him to a room he had never been to before, which wasn't saying much given the size of Malfoy Manor and this being only his second time staying there, but it was beautiful and was instantly charmed by it.

"What is this place?" Harry wondered, looking around at the smallish study-like room. It had three huge windows along the wall opposite the door, allowing all of the winter sunlight to light the room up. It was decorated in the deepest of blues, with a polished walnut flooring and a wall full of bookshelves, filled with books.

"This used to be Abraxas Malfoy's tranquillity room," Tom answered, "When he wished for peace he would come here, drink whisky and read until he was sated."

"It's gorgeous." Harry murmured, "And comfortable." He eyed they large stuffed chair in the corner with an appreciative look.

"Yes, we would come in here, Abraxas, Theodore, Richmond and I, and spend hours discovering some of the best spells and wards imaginable." Tom remembered fondly.

"Do you think he would mind us borrowing it?" Harry asked and Tom flashed a smile.

"No, I don't think he would."

"Wonderful." Harry declared, moving over to the bookshelves and glossing over the titles. He grabbed one and tossed it behind him, knowing Tom would snatch it out of the air easily enough, before taking one for himself and heading towards the chair. Tom, no surprise, had already opened the book Harry had thrown for him and had settled in to the chair, moving his arms to let Harry slide on to his lap and throw his legs over the arm. Harry left himself relax against Tom's body and settle in to his book on spell craft. The pair of them were in their own little world, their magic gently flowing around them mimicking their serenity. Harry would occasionally rub his cheek on Tom's collar and press kisses to his cheek, which would gain a small smile and light squeeze from the arm around his waist. They didn't even notice that they had gained an audience.

Narcissa had been coming to tell Harry that she would like both fish dishes for the menu and to ask if he was returning with them after the ball this evening, she wanted to catch him before he left as it was rapidly approaching three fifteen and he would be leaving soon. She had stopped short in the doorway, catching sight of Harry and her Lord together reading and their occasional touches. They were so in-tune with each other, and so comfortable.

"They are so in love, aren't they?" Her son's voice was but a low murmur, but Narcissa caught it and nodded.

"They are absolutely perfectly matched." Narcissa agreed, her voice equally low. She stepped back out of sight, turning to face Draco with a small smile. "It is pleasing to see Our Lord so much at peace. He and Harry are wonderful together."

"If you could get him or Harry to realise that, we would forever be grateful." Draco muttered dryly and Narcissa blinked.

"Whatever do you mean?"

Draco gave her a wry smile.

"They are both still under the belief that they are 'casual', mother." Draco told her, nodding when Narcissa gained a look of utter disbelief.

"Surely not." She denied, "If their obvious behaviour wasn't enough, our Lord brought Harry to this room. He hasn't sat with anyone in this room since your Grandfather passed."

"Believe me, mother, I know it seems ridiculous, but they truly believe it is casual." Draco sighed, "Harry is slowly starting to realise that it might not be, but that's only might and by slowly I mean it is more likely a newly planted oak tree would reach full maturity before he actually clicked unless an epiphany hits him in the face.

"How can they not know?"

"You know more of the Dark Lord's struggle with emotions than I," Draco said to her, and she nodded, "Harry is worse."

"I have never seen Harry have any trouble expressing his emotions." Narcissa pointed out and Draco's lips quirked.

"You wouldn't, because he doesn't." Draco said, "He can express them fine, and they are powerful. He just doesn't understand them."

"He doesn't…?"

"For example, something will happen and Harry will feel and express happiness but won't know why. Granted, it's not that bad for the basic emotions. But something as complex as love? Completely over his head. He's getting better and understanding them because of Luna, she's helping him rationalise and work through what he's feeling so we have slow progress. Only, then you have to factor in his partner and we arrive here." Draco explained.

"There must be something to be done?" Narcissa's statement sounded more like a question to both of them and Draco offered as somewhat sad smile.

"Even if we told them, do you think either of them would believe us?" He asked her and she sighed.

"I hate Dumbledore."

"It is a common thought, but what brings it this time?" Lucius voice floated over, joining their conversation.

"His infuriating inability to leave well enough alone." Narcissa replied.

"Yes, he is particularly good at involving himself in things where he doesn't belong." Lucius agreed, "Whom is it of which you speak?"

"Our Lord and Harry." Draco answered.

"Oh?"

"They are so in love but they don't know."

"Love? Narcissa – the Dark Lord doesn't-," He was cut off when his wife silently manoeuvred him to the doorway where he could see them together for a few moments before pulling him back.

"What would you call that?" She demanded.

"I have never seen him like that with anyone." Lucius whispered, "I knew that something was going on, but I never would have guessed that they were together fully like this."

"They're not, that's the problem."

Lucius gave his son the same look of utter disbelief as his mother had done so previously.

"How can you-,"

"They are completely oblivious," Narcissa cut in, "Dumbledore."

"I see your proclamation," Lucius murmured, "There is nothing that can be done externally, if one were to point out to our Lord that he was so obviously in love he would laugh and then curse whoever dared say it."

"We can't do anything now." Draco said, "Luna is working on it to the best of her ability, we just have to wait for things to fall in to place."

"Hopefully sooner or later." Narcissa muttered, "Let us part, I need to speak with Harry."

"As do I," Draco said.

"I wish to speak with our Lord about this evening." Lucius added.

"Very well."

They three Malfoys calmly walked to the doorway, Lucius knocking on it to alert the two of their presence and the pair's attention snapped around instantly.

"Yes?"

"Harry, it is just passing three fifteen and I wished to speak with you before you left to prepare for the ball." Narcissa spoke and Harry blinked.

"Is it really that time already?" He asked aloud, "It feels as if we have been here only minutes."

"Yes, time seems to have gotten away from us all." She agreed with a slight smile.

"Very well, I shall come with you now. May we walk past my rooms so I can collect my things?" He asked.

"Of course, I shall escort you to the entrance hall afterwards."

"Wonderful." He said before looking at the others.

"I came for the meeting." Draco reminded him and Harry clicked his fingers.

"Thanks for that, it slipped my mind." He admitted sheepishly, making Draco roll his eyes.

"I have come to speak with you, my Lord." Lucius said.

"He'll be with you now, Lucius." Harry replied, "We didn't realise we had been here so long."

"It is fine," Lucius waved off, looking at the man in question, who seemed perfectly content for Harry to speak on his behalf. The teen turned to the Dark Lord with a smile.

"I'll see you later," He told him.

"When will you be arriving?" Tom asked.

"You'll know when I've arrived." He answered somewhat coyly before a devilish smirk flashed across his face, "Besides, I'll be the fantastic looking one that everyone looks at."

"I have no doubt that you will look absolutely gorgeous." Tom stated with conviction, Harry felt his cheeks go scarlet at his easy words, cursing in his mind for the man's ability to do that even if a stupidly big smile came to his face. He leaned down and gave Tom a soft but passionate kiss, uncaring of the others in the room, before drawing back and looking in to the crimson eyes.

"I promise you'll like it." He murmured, knowing that Tom knew he had something planned.

"I'll hold you to that."

"I expect no less." Harry returned with a smirk. Tom snatched one more kiss before Harry moved over to Narcissa and Draco with a smile, he linked both of their arms and tugged them from the room with a cheerful "See you later," to both Tom and Lucius.

"I see your excitement is back." Draco noted and Harry laughed.

"It never went, but that room is soothing." Harry responded, "Give me a minute." He darted in to his room and emerged a minute later tucking a shrunken trunk in to his newly donned jacket pocket.

"Everything sorted?" Draco checked and Harry nodded.

"Yup, ready to go." He confirmed, "Now, lovely Lady Malfoy, you had something you wished to discuss?"

"Yes. Both dishes were absolutely wonderful and I would like them to complete the menu." Narcissa said to him and Harry smiled.

"Thanks. I'll add them to the list."

"The other thing. Are you returning with us this evening?" She inquired.

"After the ball?" Harry clarified, "Yes, I will say goodbye to my friends before we leave."

"Splendid, I wanted to make sure so there was no confusion later."

"I understand." Harry assured. They reached the entrance hall and Narcissa split from them, heading off with a word of goodbye Harry took Draco through the shadows directly to Hermione's position, following the magic of their link to guide him as he had never been to her manor before. They stepped out, unluckily, in her dressing room just as the girl in question was slipping on her underwear.

"You'll need to go strapless," Harry greeted with an easy smile. Hermione didn't bat an eyelid at the pair of them, instead turning to face Harry with an extremely displeased expression.

"And I would know that had you given me my gown beforehand." She snapped.

"I know." Harry agreed brightly, much to her disgust. She huffed, flouncing out in to her room, snatching her pale pink silk robe as she went. The boys followed her out, sharing chuckles at her behaviour and found Luna sat in a blue robe talking to Neville, Ron and the Twins. Draco went to greet his partners and Harry dropped a kiss on Luna's cheek as he passed, falling in to a waiting chair.

"It's finally arrived." Ron murmured, his voice thrumming with excitement.

"I know. I've been up since like 5am." Harry agreed, "We have everything ready?"

"Yes, you'll arrive at 7:24 exactly." Luna told him, "Once I am ready, you'll take me back to my home and come back here with the others."

"I'll be placed closely near Molly for the evening. If anything leaks out, one of the first people Dumbledore will inform will be her." Fred picked up.

"As will I be with my Grandmother also." Neville added.

"I'll be with Tonks, as a direct line to the ministry in just to be sure." George finished.

"Perfect." Harry said pleased. "I am sure Ron, Hermione or Luna will show you the memories of the night."

"I can honestly say I don't envy you." George said with a shrug, "The whole ball thing just doesn't work for us."

"Got that one right, Forge." His twin agreed solemnly.

"I'm jealous as Hel." Neville admitted, "I cannot believe I am going to be missing Yule season."

"Sorry, Nev." Ron patted him on the back and the Longbottom Lord sighed.

"It's even worse considering my lovely Grandmother informed me that we shall be attending the MacMillan ball tomorrow evening." He complained.

"Really?" Harry sat forward interested.

"Yes, she decided that I could not be left alone while she attended so she demanded my accompanying her so she can control the amount of embarrassment I cause." Neville returned darkly, and Harry winced.

"Just over two weeks until the session, and then she'll start to get her own." Harry assured.

"On the positive, it's a complete insight to the light-minded people." Draco pointed out.

"Which is the only reason she isn't suddenly ill. After all, we do only have two weeks." Neville informed them with a smirk.

"Good choice," Hermione decided.

"We cannot really predict what else will happen, other than the guaranteed surprise at our entrance." Ron said, "It does depend on their responses to conversations and the table layout."

"That's the unfortunate part." Hermione sighed, "But we know our entrance will cause a stir, we'll call it by eye after that."

"I shall meet you once you have entered." Draco said.

"As will I." Luna agreed.

"I think we're good to go." Harry stated.

"Yes, we are. It is only making sure we look good. All eyes will be on us."

"Then let's get going." Harry said. Then he turned to Draco, "Wanna lift back?"

"I'm good." Draco said, wrinkling his nose at the thought of using his shadows.

"How come everyone only complains about my shadows!?" Harry exclaimed disgruntled.

"You shouldn't be so damn powerful then," Ron threw at him, a smirk coming to his face at Harry's put out expression.

"It's not as if I woke up one day and was like 'oh I know, I'm going to be really powerful'." Harry grumbled, mulishly crossing his arms.

"No, you haven't hit your majority yet." Draco muttered and then apparated away as Harry sent a stinging hex towards his face.

"You all secretly hate me." Harry sniffed, folding his legs and sticking his nose in the air.

"Oh no, the time has come, he had figured us all out. Blast, what shall we do?" Neville deadpanned. They all looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"We're going to go now," George said to the room, "We want to be there just in case anything happens beforehand. Dumbledore will know there is a ball tonight."

"See you later,"

"So are you going to show us our dresses?" Hermione demanded and Harry snorted.

"No, I haven't even seen my robes or got in the shower."

"Well what in Merlin's name are you waiting for?" She exclaimed, "Go, now. You too, Ronald."

When both of them opened their mouths to protest she slowly rose to her feet and they were instantly gone, both using their shadows in an effort to get to the showers faster. Harry went to the one in Hermione's room as it was the only other room he had been in and it was just easier. He took a slow shower, washing his hair and body carefully before stepping out and wrapping a towel around himself. He walked back in to the bedroom and found his trunk resized at the foot of the bed, but it remained unopened due to the fact he had spelled the hell out of it to stop the girls from getting in to it.

There was also fresh underwear and a green silk robe for him to don until he changed in to his robes, and three bottles next to them. One was for his body, one for his face and one for his hair, and Harry didn't bother questioning what they did, recognising Luna's writing on the labels. Harry used all three and then got dressed so he could move back in to the sitting room. He realised, belatedly, that Hermione actually had a sitting room attached to her bedroom and shook his head; Purebloods. Ron was already there, dressed the same as Harry only his robe was red.

"You get the bottles?" He asked his best friend, who nodded with a roll of his eyes.

"Nightmare, the pair of them." Ron muttered, but Harry just grinned.

"I don't mind so much."

"Yes, but you also don't mind the whole dressing up and looking good thing." Ron pointed out.

"We all look good anyway," Harry reminded him, "But yes, I do like it."

"Harry, please, for my sanity, can you show them their gowns." Neville begged, rushing over to the pair of them.

"You alright there, Nev?" He wondered and the other Gryffindor shook his head.

"I've been with them all day, you don't understand. They have been obsessing over this to the point where every conversation turns to these damn dresses." Neville exclaimed, "So will you please just show them."

Harry looked at Ron, who nodded solemnly, and then rolled his eyes.

"Fine," He sighed, getting to his feet, "Tell them to sit." He went back in to the bedroom and unlocked his trunk, he carefully withdrew the dresses and carried them back in to the sitting room, grinning as he saw the two girls sitting forward eagerly. He conjured up two dress racks and hung a gown on each.

"Are you ready?" He asked, and was rewarded with two dirty looks for his efforts. He vanished the wrappings and stepped out of the way so they could get a full view. Hermione and Luna gasped, their lips parting slightly as they took a first look at the dress their best friend and brother had created for them. Hermione got to her feet first, walking over to her dress and looking at it in awe.

"Harry, it's perfect." Hermione whispered.

"Red is such a statement colour, and you have a gorgeous figure so why not show it off?" Harry said, "I've finished the look with these." He gave her a box, seemingly from nowhere, and she opened it to reveal a pair of white evening gloves. She have him a tight hug and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Thank you so much!"

"You are very welcome." He told her with a smile. Hermione cast one more admiring look at her dress before going over to Luna, who was gently running her hand over her dress.

"Oh, Luna! It's beautiful."

"It is," She agreed softly, giving Harry a bright smile and a kiss on the cheek when he came over and handed her an identical box, showing her own evening gloves.

"Pale blue and white are perfect for an heiress on Yule opening," Harry said, "And the modest design is for the same reason, giving you perfect opportunity to illustrate your full beauty at the final ball."

"Yes, the dress you made for me earlier this year." She said and he nodded.

"Exactly."

"We have to paint our nails, hair and our makeup." Hermione said, casting a tempus.

"What about our robes?" Harry asked and they looked at him as if he was insane.

"You are not putting them on until 7." Hermione told him.

"But we haven't even seen them." Ron complained.

"You don't need to." Luna said simply and the pair of them left.

"You really did an amazing job with these, Harry." Neville commented, looking the gowns over.

"Thanks, I've made them one for each ball as well as for Cissa and Naomi Greengrass."

"Two of the most prominent Pureblood Ladies are going to be wearing your dresses to possibly the most important ball season of the past ten years?" Neville repeated in disbelief.

"Yes, they bought them off of me when they viewed my collection. I caught the bug and they all came out. When I showed them, they bought dresses, matching clutches and shoes." Harry explained. Neville gave him a blank look before shaking his head and sitting down.

"This is another thing you don't really see, isn't it?" He asked rhetorically, gaining his own blank look from Harry. "Harry. Narcissa Malfoy is the dark Queen of Pureblood upper class and elite, her balls and galas are spoken about for years afterwards. Not only that but she is known to show up most women for her sheer natural beauty, and her effortless elegance. Many Pureblood girls want to grow up to be her. Plus, she is the longest standing Queen of any section.

"Naomi Greengrass is also another Queen, her being neutral, of course. The House of Greengrass, while powerful and influential within many circles, only used to host balls every few years. It was only when Astoria entered Hogwarts four years ago did they begin truly running the neutral circles and Lady Greengrass shot straight to Queen. Both of their images are always kept to perfection, but as we all know at balls people go all out. They are both wearing your gowns to every ball this season; that is incredible."

"I didn't know about the whole Queen thing." Harry said amazed.

"It's nothing official or anything." Neville told him, "But the Pureblood elite is like a swim with sharks in a nest of grindelows whilst being caught by the giant squid."

Both Ron and Harry snorted at the analogy, but agreed with it fully.

"So who is the Queen of the light section?" Ron asked.

"Lady Abbott is the current Queen, though there is a constant battle between her and Lady MacMillan since the spot opened up so abruptly." Neville said.

"Why was the opening so sudden?" Harry questioned and Neville blinked.

"Oh, shit. Harry, I'm sorry, you wouldn't know." He said regretfully. "From '77 to 78' Lady Potter was the Queen."

Harry started at that, looking at Neville with wide eyes.

"My mother? But I thought they didn't live with the pureblood mania?"

"They didn't. Neither cared for it, but your father was thrust in to his Lordship when his father died at 17 and the last thing any of the light needed was for the Potter House to sink so they held four balls, Midsummer, Samhain, Yule and Equinox and despite their young age they were flawless and Lady Potter was the Queen by the second. Of course, after Equinox, many of the balls died down. The war became too much and it just wasn't safe to be inviting anyone other than your very closest to your house."

"Wow, I didn't know that."

"You've only ever been to a dark ball. Your mother was the youngest ever Queen, too."

"It's weird to think she was the Queen of the opposite section, but I bet she would have been brilliant." Harry sighed.

"Dumbledore screwed so many people over." Ron put in quietly, "Its memories like this that really show it."

"Let's not kill the mood." Harry decided, he would have time to reflect on everything else at a later date. They had a ball to prepare for and they needed to be on their top form.

"Good idea," Neville agreed, still looking slightly apologetic. The girls eventually came back fully made up and their hair set in to place, they looked amazing as they did so Harry couldn't wait to see them in their dresses. It was only when he looked back up at Hermione did he realise that he and Ron were being given looks of determination and he swallowed.

"Sit still, don't move and don't question." They said together, sounding eerie. When the boys did the sensible thing and nodded, they revealed a tray filled with various things. Harry caught sight of comb and grinned, just waiting for Ron's look of horror and then laughing when it came.

"My dear sister, I am all yours." Harry told her, relaxing back in his chair and placing his arms on the arms of the chair. She flashed a grin and skipped over, beginning with his nails, while Hermione seemed to stalk over to Ron like a lioness stalking her prey; the other teen looked terrified. Neville was howling with laughter at him, not even bothering to hide it and Harry had to admit he was snickering to himself. He closed his eyes and relaxed, letting Luna do her thing. He could really see why Draco went on and on about the relaxing spa retreats he and his mother go to every summer when he returned home from school.

Luna was running a comb through his hair gently, getting it in to whatever style she deemed fit for him that evening. She tapped his nose when she was done, and Harry blinked his eyes open. He saw that his nails were manicured and polished, and Luna held up a mirror for him to see the windswept look she gave him. It wasn't neat and traditional, but his hair would never work like that and he wasn't neat and traditional; it suited him perfectly.

"As always, perfect." He said to her.

"Of course." She agreed. "Now, come and help Hermione in to her dress. It is six forty-five and we must get you both in to your robes also."

"Is it really that time already?" Neville said surprised, "Wow that went fast."

"I know, we didn't realise we had been so long getting our hair fixed." Hermione admitted.

"My hair just would not stay in to place." Luna sighed. Her long blonde hair was pinned and twisted in to many different knots and plaits at the base of her neck, diamonds and aquamarines weaved in to make sure no strands came down on to her neck and to finish the arrangement.

"It's so soft that it slips out." Hermione said, "I understand why you wear it down so much, despite its length."

Harry and Luna moved over to Hermione as she stepped in to her dress, they helped her slide it over her body and when she nodded they began lacing up the back. Once Harry tied the ribbon off, it fell in to the ruffles and disappeared from sight. Harry turned to help Luna, hers being easier as it was only a zipped back and the girls shared a smile as they sat down. Harry and Ron went down to help them with their heels, Hermione's being a satin red peep-toe with a cluster of diamonds on front and Luna's a simple white sating heel, with a single circle aquamarine on the toe. And finally, Neville came over with their matching clutches, handing them to each of the girls and offering them a warm smile.

"You look beautiful." He told them both.

"Thank you," they chimed, their happiness obvious.

"Now are we allowed to dress?" Ron asked and they laughed.

"Of course."

Neville vanished again, this time coming back with two clothing bags, handing one to each of the Gryffindors. Harry pulled his out and blinked.

"White?" Ron questioned surprised, holding up his white shirt and white and gold tie.

"Yes, it matches your gold robes." Hermione said, making Ron's eyes widen and he pulled the bag off fully.

"Whoa."

"Why just black for me?" Harry wondered, and Luna rolled her eyes fondly.

"Take it all out of the bag, Harry."

Harry grinned and pulled it out, his grin melting in to a smirk when he saw the crimson red lining of the robe.

"Now that's more like it."

"Hurry and change, you need to get Luna home. She is set to arrive before us and it is nearly seven." Hermione ordered. Harry pulled off his robe and tossed it on the chair, he slipped in to his black shirt and trousers, pulling on his socks and shoes and accepting the black watch she offered him and smirking at the red face it held. He slid in to his dress robes, buttoning it from neck to waist where it opened up to free his leg and flash the lining every time he moved. Ron was just buttoning his robe, his was almost opposite of Harry's being open at the top to show his white shirt and tie, but fell closed at the bottom to reveal the robe's detailing.

"You look great, guys." Neville said and Harry smirked.

"Of course we do."

"Arrogant bastard." Ron joked and Harry scoffed.

"Hey, I included you in that."

"I know. It doesn't make you any less arrogant." Ron shrugged, grinning at Harry's pouting glare.

"Come on, Ray. Let's get you home." Harry decided. He linked arms with her and they vanished in to the shadows, Harry appearing back within seconds of him leaving.

"Are we ready to go?" Hermione asked, only her eyes showing her sudden nerves.

"Yes, I can't wait." Harry said, looking to Ron.

"I think I might actually enjoy this." He agreed.

"Good luck, and I'll speak to at least some of you tomorrow." Neville said to them, he span on the spot and apparated out.

"We're going to floo and then you can come to either one of us." Ron told him, "We know your aversion to the floo network."

"Thanks," Harry muttered, looking half relieved and half exasperated. Ron took a deep breath and stepped in to the floo, vanishing in a swirl of green flames. Hermione followed quickly and Harry pulled at their link and took to the shadows. They were greeted in the floo room by an elf, who scanned their invitations with its magic before leading them in to the announcement room. Their invitations were passed to the man hired to announce their arrival and he moved them in to place for their entrance. Harry could feel how many people were in the room and he was almost certain that nearly everyone was already in attendance so they would all be waiting for him, to see if he would appear, and the two new unknown names, who were the talk of the season. The three of them shared a look, Hermione's somewhat shaky, Ron's a steely determination and Harry's a dark amusement, before their masks came up and the announcer spoke.

Let the games begin.

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The ballroom was alive with excitement. This evening was something many had been waiting for over some time. The recent political battles had brought the gossip levels up astronomically, causing even the most stoic of people to be eagerly talking. Yule season was prime time this year, how could it not be? Albus Dumbledore had been removed from his placement as Headmaster after fifty years, and the Ministry was in an uproar. One of the people who seemed to be on a particularly focussed warpath was the host for the evening; Lord Hadrian Greengrass.

Lord Greengrass had never been more pleased at his wife's insistent need to open the season, he had always thought to open was to set the bar and it enabled the efforts put in to be easily forgotten, especially if you were followed by someone like the House Malfoy; Lucius was as proud as the peacocks he owned, and Narcissa was born from the House of Black. But this year was so much different. His spot as the opener of the season had been sought after but he had snapped it up and he couldn't be happier. Hadrian was stood near the refreshments with his beautifully dressed wife, he had almost felt his heart stop when his wife came home in such an excitable mood and proceeded to inform him that he had to write out a bank draft for thirty two thousand galleons, and then she told him it was for four dresses. He didn't argue with her though, he wasn't stupid.

Hadrian had placed himself nearest the refreshments because it gave him ample opportunity to speak with all of his guests, tonight would be the start of his campaign to oust Fudge from office. The man was genuinely a terrible minister anyway, but the recent Blood Quill information was too much. A man who was willing to torture many innocents, children no less, in an effort to discredit two people, who were in fact telling the truth, had to go. There was simply no other option. He wished to speak with Potter-Black this evening too. He had corresponded with him since the summer ball and he was eager to see how he felt about this latest blight on Fudge's term.

He also wanted to know when Potter-Black was going to come to the Wizengamot, because Dumbledore was using the Potter seats for his own gain and, given the circumstances, it was the last thing they needed. The teen had RSVP'd, but it was just a matter of when he would get here. Hadrian didn't know if there were outside circumstances that would make it difficult for him to get here or not. The indicator lit up showing that there was an announcement waiting, though there were only three names which Hadrian had any real interest in hearing currently.

"Presenting: The Most Honourable, Marquis Lucius Abraxas and Marchioness Narcissa Selene, Lord and Lady of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Malfoy, with their son and Heir, Draco Lucius." The announcer called, and the doors swung open.

Mutes gasps hissed through the ballroom as the House Malfoy descended in to the room. Lucius and Draco looked as every bit sharp and clean cut as they always did at social functions, in tailor fitted robes of blue, complementing the Lady of the House; not that she needed it. It was she who had caused the gasps, having spared absolutely no expense to begin the season. The Lady Malfoy gracefully entered the room in a daring backless, dark gold dress, which was held up in a halter neck-line and came down in two strips to cover her chest before it came together. To finish the dress' boldness, there was an almost indecent split from mid-thigh to foot on the left side allowing a flash of pale skin as she moved. Her long blond hair was spilling over her right shoulder in effortless waves, exposing her back entirely. She was positively radiant.

Many women looked upon her with barely concealed envy, and many men gave Lucius the same looks. The Malfoy Lord looked a little stunned at his wife's beauty that evening too, though Hadrian believed he could tell that because he had known Lucius almost all of his life. The power-couple made their way directly towards their hosts, greeting those who spoke to them on their way and separating from their son before they came to a halt.

"Hadrian, Naomi, blessed Yule." Lucius greeted with a nod, his mask in place even if his eyes were brighter than normal.

"Blessed Yule, Lucius, Narcissa." Hadrian returned, matching his friend's nod.

"The room is simply beautiful." Narcissa spoke to the hostess, a reserved smile directed towards her friend.

"Thank you." Naomi accepted, "May I state how stunning you look on this eve, Narcissa?"

"Yes, my compliments, My Lady." Hadrian agreed, and Narcissa's smile stretched for a brief moment before her own mask returned.

"Ah, a rather late change in wardrobe." She omitted and Naomi's eyes light up in understanding.

"I, too, decided to change." Naomi agreed.

"Yes, and a wonderful choice. Your gown looks even better on that it did before."

"Thank you. I am honoured to wear it, the detail…" She trailed off. Her dress was royal blue, it had a sweetheart neckline and from the neckline to the hips it had embroidered primroses with glittering sapphires at the centre of each flower, before flowing down to the ground. A smirk flashed across her face and she discretely moved her head to the right.

"Have you, per chance, seen Evelyn?"

Narcissa's own smirk came out and she too moved her head to the right, an art perfected by those who wished to look at someone without it appearing as they are.

"I do believe I saw a less than flattering colour come to her face." Cissa murmured.

"It pairs well with the less than flattering gown she sports today." Naomi added and they covertly hid their giggling, using their respective husbands as a cover. Lucius and Hadrian were in a conversation of their own, Hadrian and jokingly mentioned the rather starstruck look Lucius had yet to rid himself off and the Malfoy Lord slowly shook his head.

"I will freely admit that when she emerged from the dressing room I was completely speechless." Lucius said to him, "I couldn't prevent my cringe at the price when she told me, however, now I am in the mind that the cost was rather light."

"I do appreciate it," Hadrian agreed, casting a look at his own wife. "I was rather sceptical when she returned speaking of an upcoming designer from this country, it has barely been heard of and it is not an easy business to break in to."

"Ah, but, as I have come to understand in these passing few months, Hadrian, this new designer doesn't go much by 'impossible'." Lucius informed him, his voice going dry at the end and Hadrian blinked.

"Surely not – not Potter-Black?"

"Who else?"

Hadrian gave him a blank look and Lucius felt oddly thankful that wasn't just he that felt like that whenever Harry Potter-Black seemed to be involved.

"I am just going to leave that and ask, instead, if you have any predictions to of the much awaited Prewitt and McKinnon Houses."

"Unfortunately, no. The Prewitts intermarried so much that it is impossible to tell who would even be eligible."

"Such a shame." Hadrian murmured, "Ah, a new arrival."

"Lord Slytherin," Lucius said with a light shift; he was very in-tune with his Lord's magic.

"Ah,"

"Presenting: His Grace, Duke Marvolo Caracalla, Lord to the Noble and Most Imperial House of Slytherin."

The room fell in to silence as the Dark Lord swept in to the room, his emerald green robes, flowing and full, and should it be anyone other than the Dark Lord to wear such ostentatious robes to a ball then they would look a fool. On the man in question, however, it was effortless. His height and build allowing for the robes to fall around him perfectly, almost as if he was cloaked, and it with made with darker tones of green to give them a shadowed appearance. As expected, whispers came forth as the man glided down the centre of the room, people unconsciously moving out of his way to form a clear path. His bright red eyes flicked around the room looking for something, or rather someone, and when they didn't find it they flashed over to Lucius.

"Lord and Lady Greengrass, your invitation was well recieved." The Dark Lord greeted with a nod, when he was within their circle.

"Lord Slytherin, it was our honour." They returned.

"I see He has not arrived yet." Marvolo directed his question towards Lucius.

"No, not yet, which has left me rather surprised." Lucius answered, knowing exactly who "he" was.

"Hm, he does like his moments." Marvolo reminded him.

"Is he planning something?" Hadrian inquired, having a very good idea who the aforementioned "he" was also.

"He is always planning something, however, I do not know if he has something prepared for this eve." Marvolo replied, though he was lying. He knew Harry had something planned, and he knew the minx was ridiculously excited about it; he just didn't know what. However, Harry did promise he would enjoy it.

"Anything to cause a stir." Lucius stated. If they had been outside such a setting, Marvolo would put money on Lucius tone being that of someone who had given up trying to rationalise what they were seeing.

"Of course," Narcissa chimed in, "It is his charm."

"He has plenty of that." Naomi agreed, "Knows it too."

"He does have Potter and Black genes," Hadrian pointed out, "The only way he could be worse would be if he were somehow a Malfoy too."

The light ribbing at Lucius' well known arrogance was well met, and their circle shared hidden smirks behind their hands or their glasses, enjoying their moment.

"Presenting: The Right Honourable, Count Xenophilius Jasper, Lord to the Ancient House of Lovegood. With his daughter and Heiress, Luna Pandora."

"He'll be here soon," Marvolo said to them.

"Why do you believe that?" Lucius asked.

"His sister has just arrived. He will not be far behind her."

"Sister?" Naomi repeated.

"They have a very odd bond." Marvolo told her with a roll of his eyes.

"I have been led to believe it is a lot more than that." Narcissa commented amused.

"We are in polite company, Narcissa." He said mock chidingly.

"Forgive me," She joked.

"I do believe he has something planned." Lucius mused.

"Oh. Why the sudden certainty?" Hadrian wondered and Lucius cast his eyes to his son and the Lovegood Heiress.

"Look at the way they are stood." He pointed out.

"I see it," Naomi murmured, "It is in such a way that they can see the entrance, but also the rest of the ball room."

"They wish to witness the reactions." Narcissa noted.

"Now I am very interested to see where this is going." Hadrian decided.

"Your wait is over." Marvolo told him, his attention suddenly focused on the doors. The others took their cue to the arrival of Potter-Black and they each wondered what was about to happen.

"Presenting: The Most Honourable, Marquis Harry James, Lord to the Noble and Most Ancient Houses of Potter and Black. In the company of: The Most Honourable, Marquis Ronald Billius, Lord to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Prewitt, and The Most Honourable, Marchioness Hermione Jean, Lady to the Noble and Most Ancient House of McKinnon."

The doors swung open and the three of them stepped out, plunging the room in to a stunned silence; even the music stopped in shock. Harry was visible first, he was dressed in an intense midnight black and crimson red. His robe was formfitting, buttoned with burnished rubies set in gold from neck to waist before flaring open to reveal the bloody red lining against his pressed black trousers and polished shoes. His hair, seemingly darker due to his pale skin, was styled in a windswept way, suiting him perfectly, right down to the locks of hair that fell down over his forehead, hiding his scar.

Two steps behind him and to the right, was Ron. His open front robes were a soft gold, a single diamond button drawing them closed at his navel, revealing his white shirt and gold and white tie. The robes fell closed at the button, allowing the darker gold embroidered patters to be on show. His dark auburn hair was styled away from his face, making his piercing blue eyes stand out against his pale skin.

To Ron's left, daintily holding her gloved hand upon his raised one, stood Hermione, her placement putting her on Harry's left also; completing the triangle. She was in a gorgeous crimson red fishtail dress, with a diamond encrusted sweetheart neckline. The bodice was fitted, hugging her curves perfectly before flaring out at the hip in to an angled ruffle-tail, with an ever-so-slight train. Her appearance was finished with white evening gloves, a single diamond bracelet and matching earrings. Her chocolate hair pinned back away from her face and to the side, allowing it to fall in sleek long curls down over her left shoulder to rest just under her left breast.

They walked down the stairs perfectly in sync, Harry with his hands folded behind his back, while Ron 'aided' Hermione, with his arm extended out from him to illustrate that they were not intimately together. It had to be the most undignified scene in the history of Pureblood balls, almost the entire assembly were gaping at the three newcomers without shame, and the circle by the refreshments was no exception.

Lucius couldn't believe his eyes, it just wasn't possible. The fabled "Golden Trio" stood in front of him, one already known but no less impressive; Harry Potter-Black. The second wasn't thought to be in-line to inherit, supposedly just another son; Ronald Prewitt. And the third was the one that got Lucius the most. She was a known Mudblood, the apparent brains behind the infamous Trio and yet here she stood; Hermione McKinnon. The music began playing again and the conversations burst in to whispers and the trio made their way in to the room, no one could believe it; it was mind blowing.

"Well damn." Hadrian summed up nicely.

"I did not see that coming." Tom admitted, very surprised.

"He's been planning that one for some time." Narcissa stated.

"Oh, no doubt about it." Tom agreed, "He is feeling way too pleased with himself at this moment."

And wasn't that an understatement? Harry was positively euphoric, despite his expressionless mask, and Tom honestly couldn't blame him. That was a hell of an entrance, no one would have seen that one coming and he couldn't believe that the entire Golden Trio were now in attendance of a dark Pureblood ball; it was actually very ironic. He couldn't help the way his eyes trailed all over the teen's body; the robes were perfect for him, highlighting his toned frame. The splash of crimson added just enough drama not to be overdone, and the use of rubies gave the robes that touch of boasting of his wealth.

"I do not believe this." Lucius muttered, shaking his head. "Am I really seeing this?"

"Are you really seeing the 'Golden Trio' walk in to neutral/dark ball, dressed to the nines and looking as if they were born in to this life?" Hadrian asked, "Yes. Yes, you are."

"They look fantastic," Naomi noted, "And what daring colours to choose for the opening ball, black, red, white and gold."

"The complimenting red and gold behind his black was well thought out."

"Everything was planned, right down to what direction they would enter in." Marvolo stated, "Look, he's collecting."

The Dark Lord's words were true, the trio had picked up Draco and were making their way over to the Zabini Heir. They were graciously nodding and greeting those who approached, easily slipping out of any drawn out conversation.

"What is he doing?" Lucius wondered, watching as Harry held up his hand in the opposite direction whilst speaking with Lord Davis.

"His sister," Marvolo said, and as if summoned, a small hand covered Harry's own and he gently directed the hand's owner to his side, revealing Luna Lovegood.

"Isn't she beautiful?" Naomi spoke softly, looking the girl over properly this time. She, too, was wearing evening gloves of white, but her dress was a pale blue fading out to white, one shoulder number. Designed like a Greek goddess gown, with a silver band illustrating her tiny waist and flowing down and pooling slightly at her feet.

"He seemed to know she would be there." Hadrian noted.

"They have a… connection?" Tom offered, trying to find the best work to describe it, "Like I said, it's odd."

"When I said I was excited to see who the faces behind the two new names were, they were definitely not what I had in mind." Hadrian stated, and Lucius very nearly scoffed.

"Funnily enough, neither was I." He responded dryly. "This would explain why they seemed so excited during their last full meeting, they knew that they were going to stun everyone with their entrance."

"It wouldn't surprise me if they have been planning this since the summer after Harry attended our ball." Narcissa commented, watching the group move closer.

"I, too, believe that to be the case." Marvolo agreed, "He did have his Twins have a way to bypass a mail ward attached to Prewitt."

"That would be why he has not attended any balls and Dumbledore has been using his seats." Naomi guessed, "A mail ward would redirect everything to the old fool, and I only assume that he is in the same situation as Potter-Black in regards to Dumbledore."

"They all are," Marvolo confirmed. The group fell quiet and watched the group's approach, it was strange seeing the Golden Trio make their way through the ballroom; it seemed effortless to them. They moved around each other and let nothing true be shown on their faces. Malfoy, Zabini and Lovegood only finished the look, all three of them being born within the world of upper class. It was apparent that Harry was the leader, however. They might walk with him, but they still followed his direction, so when he slid in to place next to the Dark Lord, the group easily fitted themselves around the rest of the people around the man.

"Blessed Yule, Lord and Lady Greengrass, may I thank you for your gracious invitation to the Greengrass Yule ball on behalf of my entire company here." Harry said smoothly with a nod of his head, an action that was mirrored by everyone that came over with him.

"You are most welcome, Lord Potter-Black." Hadrian returned, "And it is Hadrian,"

"Of course, Hadrian, but then I insist that you call me Harry." Harry said with a quirk of his lips, Hadrian dipped his head in acknowledgement.

"I must say the ballroom looks stunning, my dear Lady." Harry spoke to Naomi now, and then he flashed her his most charming smile, "But not as much as our hostess, you look positively radiant."

She blushed lightly and offered him a contained smile, even as her eyes sparkled brightly.

"Thank you, Harry."

"Despite the announcements, I would like to formally introduce you all to my very dear friends: Lord Ronald Prewitt and Lady Hermione McKinnon." Harry said to them.

"It is wonderful to finally meet you both," Hadrian said, "I am Lord Hadrian Greengrass and this is my beautiful wife Lady Naomi Greengrass."

"The feelings are reciprocated," Ron returned politely, and it took a lot of Harry's self-control not to burst out laughing as both Tom and Lucius snapped to look at him in disbelief before they got control of their shock. Ron sounded completely different in Pureblood mode, smoother, colder and clearer; they all did really, his and Hermione's just weren't as prominent, unless they were angry.

"Harry was correct, Lady Greengrass, your ballroom is truly beautiful." Hermione added, before turning to face the Malfoys, "We have not formally met beforehand, Lord and Lady Malfoy, so we are grateful for the opportunity now."

"It is marvellous to meet you both correctly," Lucius returned, obviously hinting at their apparent change in name.

"Yes, outside interference can be so bothersome." Ron told him, and there was a flash of understanding on all of their faces; they all knew he meant Dumbledore.

"Forgive me, Lucius, for not greeting you," Harry remembered.

"It is no problem, Harry," Lucius assured him.

"Narcissa, such beauty as always," Harry said to the woman, who nodded with a slight smile.

"Thank you,"

"Marvolo," Harry said with a nod, which was returned. Though his did eye the man appreciatively, and the Dark Lord bit back a smirk at Harry's sudden surge of desire. Though there was an undercurrent of something, and Tom just knew Harry was dying to say something to him; he sighed.

"Just say it," He decided. Harry's expression morphed in an amused exasperation, one that Tom was very familiar with.

"Caracalla, really?" He asked in a tone that expressed exactly what he thought of Tom's choice of name. The Dark Lord flashed him a remorseless smirk.

"I find it fitting," He stated and Harry shook his head.

"You would,"

"And you don't?" Tom wondered, raising an eyebrow and Harry huffed.

"I hate you,"

"I know,"

Harry's friends shared an amused glance at their behaviour, while the others exchanged more questioning looks, before the entire group pulled their masks securely in to place.

"The esteemed Lord Slytherin, an honour, we assure you." Hermione spoke to Marvolo, who dipped his head.

"Lady McKinnon, Lord Prewitt, a pleasure," He returned.

"Your acceptance to this year's Yule season has brought much speculation," Hadrian commented to the new arrivals.

"Yes, I cannot speak fully for my friend, but I felt as if I could not miss this season." Hermione answered reasonably.

"I must agree," Ron put in, "With the recent political upset, Yule is the prime season."

"Of course, there has been many things that have occurred over the past few months," Lucius agreed, "More political stirs in four months than the past few years, I would even stretch to say."

"And with the sudden change in position at the school, we have to look at what effects this will cause within other parts of our country." Draco spoke for the first time, and got nods of agreement.

"Not only this country," Blaise put in, "Dumbledore's removal has caused much speculation in our surrounding countries, and many are wondering about the stability of magical Britain, and if it will fall further from its past greatness."

"That is… worrying, but also could be quite good for us." Marvolo said slowly.

"Why good?" Naomi asked.

"They think us weak, currently. It allows us the opportunity to build ourselves up under less scrutiny."

"Exactly," Ron agreed, "Not only that, but we only have weak people on display. Should an appropriate power change occur, we already have the very best of people just waiting in the shadows to take over. We might have fallen from our previous greatness, but we have more than enough powerful people to restore us and make us so much better."

"You believe that there needs to be a power change then?" Hadrian questioned and Ron nodded.

"Oh there is no doubt. Fudge has to go at the quickest possible moment,"

"The man has done nothing but ridicule the position of Minister since he was appointed the post in '90," Hermione stated, "He is spineless and a fool, and the fact that he actually got the position in the first place leaves me feeling mildly nauseous."

"You have to remember that, while being one of the most useless Minister's in history, he is a cunning politician, who knows how to get votes, and knows which person to accept bribes from to keep him there." Luna pointed out, "He is the Minister, he has access to all of the country's information, he must use it somehow."

"And there lies the problem. Dealing in bribes is one thing, but when it comes to the running of the entire country, it cannot be accepted." Harry stated, "Everyone wants to get what they want, its in our nature, however, is it worth the risk of our entire country falling?"

"You believe our country will fall entirely with Fudge remaining in charge?" Hadrian asked.

"I have no doubt. Recent discoveries of Fudge leave a very gruesome picture, not only that but should someone like Russia declare war on us, Fudge would allow us to burn." Harry asserted, "Also this is a man who allowed his undersecretary to repeatedly torture a castle full of students with a Blood Quill,"

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Luna's hands all twitched unconsciously. Of course, in a circle full of the leading elite, it didn't go unnoticed.

"You all…" Narcissa trailed off when they held up their hands showing their various words. Harry's was the most prominent, his a shining reminder of the slur campaign held against them last year.

"Did you truly have that many detentions with her last year? Naomi asked, almost unsure to if she wanted to know the answer.

"Unfortunately, I did." Harry confirmed, "Thanks to Hermione, I didn't get blood poisoning, even if it was close."

If it had been anywhere else, Harry, Ron and Hermione would have grimaced at the memory, and the others would have expressed their outrage with more than narrowed eyes.

"Any movement against Fudge has the opportunity to be blocked currently," Hadrian pointed out, "Dumbledore uses many seats,"

"I can assure you, Hadrian, should I have my way, the January Wizengamot session will certainly remove much of Dumbledore's apparent power." Harry stated.

"We do intend to take back what is ours," Ron agreed.

"And we have another that is going to cause Dumbledore to take a larger hit than even he could have predicted." Luna added.

"Oh?"

"In Wizengamot history, where there was a Potter, who was right there beside them?" Harry hinted and Hadrian blinked.

"You have gotten Augusta Longbottom to work against Dumbledore." He wondered in open disbelief, and Harry gave him a dark smirk.

"No. However, Neville is a very good friend of mine, and, surprisingly, he hasn't taken too kindly to his beloved grandmother illegally withholding his Heir and Lordships from him."

"That changes things," Hadrian allowed, surprised but hiding it. "The Wizengamot is going to be extremely interesting in January."

"I have to say that I am looking forward to it." Hermione agreed, "What a session to begin with,"

"I will admit I am mildly envious to be missing out," Draco admitted, and Ron tilted his head slightly.

"Do you have to miss out?" He wondered, and got looks from the Malfoys that said he was insane. "I am aware that Lord Malfoy will not be stepping down anytime soon, however, are you not the next in line for the Rosier House? It is dead but for your mother and her sisters, all of which are ineligible to claim due to their being female and Rosier being a patriarchal line."

Even his friends blinked at him this time, but this was in amazement opposed to insanity.

"I cannot believe we did not think or that sooner," Hermione said shaking her head, "Did we not discuss Wizengamot placements last time?"

"We did, but it was so obvious we seemed to have glossed over it." Luna surmised

"It would give us a bigger edge, yet another Ancient under our section," Lucius mused, and then he turned to his son, "You will have to manage the entire House, not just the Wizengamot."

"You have taught me well, father," He responded.

"Narcissa, what are your thoughts?"

"It would be a very strategic move on our behalf," She said thoughtfully, "And Draco is more than capable of managing the responsibility."

"We shall discuss it more when we return to the manor," Lucius decided.

"Presenting: The Most Honourable, Marquis Izar Theodore, Lord to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Nott."

The smile that came to Harry's face when he caught sight of Nott entering the room was truly malicious, and his low chuckle was enough to send shivers down all of their spines.

"Now this should be fun." He murmured, his eyes glowing like green fire.

"Any particular reason why?" Hadrian asked and Harry smirked.

"Nott hates me." He answered, sounding very happy about that particular fact.

"Remember when," Luna told him and Harry nodded.

"I know, but he missed our entrance." Harry pointed out, "Drinks, Ron, Hermione?"

The two nodded and the three of them turned away from the entrance to help themselves to the champagne on offer just as Nott reached them and started making his greetings. Harry could see, from the corner of his eye, Nott looking at Blaise and Luna in question as he spoke to Lucius and Hadrian.

"Has anyone from Prewitt or McKinnon arrived yet?" Nott asked and Harry took that as his cue to turn and re-join the group, passing a flute to Luna as he did so.

"Ah, Lord Nott, so good it is to see you." Harry said pleasantly, feeling way to much pleasure when Nott couldn't stop his lip curling at the mere sight of him.

"You are already here, I see." He returned cuttingly, much to the surprise of the rest of the group. Even Harry was kind of surprised, he didn't think Nott would forgo all etiquette in his hatred of him, but that only made things better.

"Yes, I arrived with some very dear friends of mine. Let me introduce you." Harry said winningly, a very bright, and only somewhat fake, smile flashing across his face. Nott gave him a look of disgust, making it very apparent that he didn't want to meet anyone Harry considered 'dear friends'.

"Lord Nott, I would like you to meet Lord Ronald Prewitt and Lady Hermione McKinnon." Harry told him, motioning to his best friends as they marked his right and left respectively. Nott's expression was priceless. He looked as if he had been slapped in the face and the Trio smirked.

"You two?" He finally managed, and their smirks stretched before they pulled their masks up.

"Yes, us." Ron agreed.

"But how? You are not next in line." Nott said to Ron and then he turned to Hermione in disgusted outrage. "And you, you're nothing, you're a Mud-,"

"I find it most intriguing that you seem to hold so much information and critique on others, Nott." Harry cut in sharply, his voice and expression cold, even as his eyes burned. "Especially given the fact that everything that spills from that gaping hole in your face is so obviously incorrect that is isn't even amusing."

A tense air fell around the group as Nott glared at Harry, who matched the look with a much more dangerous one. Hermione lightly touched his upper arm, and Harry turned his head slightly towards her, listening to her words inside his head.

His words mean nothing to me. She assured him calmly.

It is not the point! Harry exclaimed, itching to curse the arrogant asshole in front of him. If there was one thing he couldn't abide by, it was his closest being insulted or attacked, it wound him up worse than anything else; Remus, Ron, Hermione and Luna especially.

It is not the first time I have been insulted, nor is it Ron's. She insisted, Just remember what Luna's told you earlier and keep yourself calm.

Harry gave a mental sigh and turned back to face Nott, who was still glaring at the three of them. Instead of cursing him like he wanted too, Harry deliberately moved his attentions away from Nott, to show that he just didn't care enough to even look at him, much to the other Lord's outrage. Before anything could escalate because of Nott's loose tongue, a chime sounded around the ballroom and Hadrian stepped forward.

"Thank you for coming to the Greengrass Yule Ball." He said the room, a slight up-tilt of his lips. "The meal is about to begin."

On his words, four table placement boards appeared in the room, giving the collection of guests ample room to find where they were seated. Harry cast a look around and saw he was sat next to Hermione and the Dark Lord on the leading table, though Blaise was the only one not sat with them. He nodded and went to find his father, not bothered by his separation as he knew whatever happened Swift would tell him later. Harry led Luna while Ron led Hermione over to the table, he passed Luna over to her father, who was speaking with Hadrian as they took their seats.

"Theodore will not be pleased with his son," Tom noted in an undertone, and Harry bit back a scoff.

"Nott is digging himself in to a hole that he will not be able to get out of." Harry returned lowly.

"Will it affect Theodore?" Tom asked and Harry tilted his head slightly.

"It would depend on family clauses within the Nott House."

"I see,"

Once everyone had taken their seats, conversation quieted down to murmurs amongst the tables and a pale blue menu appeared before them. Harry cast his eyes over the starters and selected the watercress and goats cheese tart, and once everyone else had selected their chosen starter conversation began.

"Harry, can you guarantee your presence within the next Wizengamot session?" Hadrian asked him seriously. Harry regarded him for a moment before he answered.

"I will not lie to you and say that it will be easy. Dumbledore has worked for seventeen years to make me his perfect weapon and his hold his strong, but I will do everything in my power to be at the Wizengamot for the next session."

"I agree with your belief that Fudge needs to go." He said to him, "And I intend to do everything in my power to make sure that happens quickly."

"You have something planned." Harry noted and Hadrian nodded once.

"It is my intention to call for a Vote of No Confidence and remove Fudge from office forcefully." Hadrian answered, "Can I count on your backing."

Harry cast a look at his friends, who nodded, and gave Hadrian a small, but true smile.

"It would be my honour to back you in such an endeavour, Hadrian." He responded sincerely.

"We will too," Ron put in, motioning to himself and Hermione.

"I offer my thanks,"

"Should we attend, I can guarantee you the Longbottom vote also," Harry told him.

"That is good news," Hadrian mused, "The more votes the better,"

Harry started his first course, playing with the flavours on his tongue and his mind automatically picked out things he would have done differently. He blamed it on the fact that he'd been cooking a whole lot more than before, actively choosing to cook for people he liked instead of being forced to. It was very nice, though, and he sipped his white wine to wash it down as he watched the room.

Luna and Hermione were in a conversation with Naomi and Narcissa about the dresses for the evening, admiring their own and critiquing the other ladies, before turning their attention on to the males. Ron was speaking with Lucius, Draco, Hadrian and Lord Davis, who was also sat at the table with them. The four women brought Lady Davis, Daphne and Tracey in to their conversation too, leaving only Harry and Tom silent, both of them watching and listening to those around them.

The remains of the starter vanished and were replaced with the palette cleanser and the main menu, Harry selected the duck for his main and turned his head slightly to see if he could spot Nott. The man in question was sat on the same table as Zabini, he seemed to be speaking with Selwyn, whom he was sat next to, and Harry wondered what they were discussing to be so absorbed with the conversation. His eyes narrowed, reading the words werewolf and legislation of off Selwyn's lips, and his action didn't go unnoticed.

"What is it?" Hermione asked him, drawing attention to him.

"Selwyn," He murmured, still reading Selwyn's lips. His eyes didn't move away until the conversation changed, but his suspicions were raised.

"What was that about?" Ron demanded and Harry shook his head.

"Have we heard of a new werewolf bill?" Harry asked them and they sat forward, looking at him with confused eyes.

"No, that would have been something we would have told you instantly."

"Manic and Panic?" He wondered but Hermione shook her head.

"No, they would have said something earlier." She assured him.

"Then there is a chance we have missed something, unless they are going for full secrecy." Harry said to his friends

"How do you suddenly know anything about it?" Lucius questioned and Harry quirked his lips slightly.

"I can lip read," He admitted, "And Selwyn is in my line of sight,"

"He has been keeping it secret," Luna told him suddenly, "He is intending to use the Yule to gain momentum with it, and will approach Lord Malfoy with it during the next ball,"

"That would explain things then," Harry mused, "Am I going to like it?"

"I cannot tell as of yet," She answered tilting his head to the side, "They are too busy speaking about you, Ron and Hermione,"

"Wonderful, we'll have to wait to discover what drivel he has come up with." Harry sighed.

"You are so sure it will be bad," Hadrian noted.

"Selwyn has regularly voted for more creature and race restriction," Ron answered for Harry, "The likelihood that it will be anything even remotely auspicious is very low."

"I wonder what it actually is about," Hermione mused.

"Your guess is as good as mind," Harry said.

Harry fell quiet again after that, listening to the discussing now happening over what possible Bill Selwyn could be trying to accomplish. His attention spanned over to the conversation happening between the other Lords when he heard Dumbledore's name.

"Of course Dumbledore is still a problem," Harry heard Ron say, "The man is so used to being in control that this will throw him, and his need will only grow worse."

"Is that something we can prepare for?" Lucius wondered.

"I doubt it." Harry put in, introducing himself to their conversation easily. "As glorious as it is to remove Dumbledore from his most dangerous position, we also lose our direct line of contact to him."

"Why do you say that Dumbledore's most dangerous position was Headmaster?" Lord Davis wondered, "Surely his control of our courts is much worse."

"If it were any other man, I would agree with you," Harry said with a nod, "However, we must remember that Dumbledore is a master of manipulation."

"I am afraid I do not follow." Hadrian admitted, and Harry looked to Ron to continue.

"Dumbledore has been Headmaster nearly fifty years, and a teacher even longer. Which means he's had many years to make himself appeal to the students going through the school and create an image for himself, just like outside the school. Now pair the benign, kind grandfather figure he projects with his previous saint-like image from the outside, and project it on to young and impressionable minds and what do you get?" Ron said to them, letting them think before continuing.

"So you have the beginning generations, being taught by Dumbledore and thinking he's powerful and a good man and they tell their children, who go and start to believe Dumbledore isn't just good, he's great – and then he defeats Grindlewald; he's a hero. So they tell their children about this hero, who they then go to school and see that he's obviously so much more, he's defeated a Dark Wizard and he's the very top of the school. And so they, too, pass it on, and the next generation go to school and by the time they leave they are singing Dumbledore's praises, the man can do no wrong. He's infallible, and so when the war hits they will do whatever he says – why would they question him? He's Albus Dumbledore."

The entire table had fallen silent to listen to Ron speak, and they were all gaining a dawning look of outraged horror when they realised that is exactly what had happened. They had thought the old fool had merely sought after powerful houses or weak points where he could gain something, but it was so much more than that. He had bread the British public to worship him and it had worked, they had had decades where Dumbledore's name was worth more than Goblin relics, and the man had engineered it all.

"Dear Merlin," Lucius murmured, "That is brilliance. As foul and loathsome as it is, that is sheer brilliance. Children, even those who have had full wizarding upbringing are impressionable, and it shows how strong his influence was. Black was a prime example of that."

Only Tom and his friends caught Harry's flinch, and the man gently squeezed his hand under the table making Harry smile ever so slightly.

"We picked up on the pattern, Harry, Hermione and I, when discussing what could possibly turn a mother on her own children." Ron told them, "The idea would have to be so ingrained that it overtook the maternal bond completely, and we realised that it would have to been something they had known since the day they were born."

"Your theories are very worrying," Hadrian stated, "But it makes it more understandable why it took so long for anything to dent Dumbledore's reputation. Unfortunately, if we are to take your theory as current fact, then we must then ask if we will ever be able to combat that power and influence or if it will continue to triumph for him."

"We do have one boon," Harry threw in, gaining everyone's attention.

"We do?" Lucius asked curiously. In the back of his mind he was hoping for anything, to think Dumbledore had seemed so much power in to their entire country unsettled him more than he would care to admit.

"Yes. One that you, yourself, Lucius helped accomplish." Harry confirmed, gaining a few briefly confused looks.

"You seem to have lost us all." Lord Davis told him and Harry placed down his glass, sitting forward slightly.

"Dumbledore did a disgustingly good job at seeping his influence in to every part of our country, and further still. His actions are unjudged and his words are seen as spoken truth, and that is exactly what gives power to his direct opposition." Harry cast a glance at Tom before focussing back on the table. "Dumbledore knew Grindlewald, but he insists that Voldemort is the most powerful and most dangerous Dark Lord in history. I have heard him say the words myself. It's a move he uses so when he then goes against the Dark Lord he appears more powerful himself. Which means, all of the people that he preaches too, all the people he directs and influences, also believe that Voldemort is the most powerful and most dangerous wizard of all time.

And those who followed Voldemort back up Dumbledore's words, citing their Lord's power, his intellect and a number of other things. So we have a united country for once, and all followers from both sides state with the utmost conviction that there is a Dark Lord alive at this very moment who is the most powerful, most dangerous of all time. And so we again have generations believing this, from the first war and breeding on to the second, until we reach the point we are at now. So much fear has been bred that Dumbledore harmed himself more than he could imagine, almost this entire country and some further than that fear to even speak the name Voldemort – how in Merlin's name are they going to fight him? Dumbledore may have an army, but what use is an army when they are too afraid to even raise their wands?"

"I understand why in the external politics that would be a boon, but I do not make the connection to the internal." Lord Davis said politely.

"The Dark Lord is the main thing standing between Dumbledore and complete control, making the external politics Dumbledore's main priority. His attentions have always been in multiple places, but you can bet now more than ever he will want to end the war so his attentions will be far away from internal politics. He's losing power. What better way to become the ultimate power than to defeat the most powerful and most dangerous Dark Lord of all time?" Hermione explained simply.

"That is a rather great boon." Lucius decided.

"And should your intentions for the January Wizengamot session go to heed, Dumbledore will know you are no longer within his grasp, so he'll be out to end the war and fast – before you have the chance to reveal all of his dirty little secrets." Tom added.

"Exactly." Harry agreed, "And with his distraction becomes the perfect opening to surge all of our attentions to the internal politics and by the time he realises it will be much too late."

"You will be in the very heart of both." Hadrian pointed out slowly, "Dumbledore will be less than pleased at your breaking of his control."

Harry forwent all etiquette and snorted at the severe understatement.

"It is exactly why Dumbledore had to be out of the castle before we entered the Wizengamot, and he had to be formally removed at that. Hogwarts wards are very powerful and as long as I remain in the castle for the most part his access to me directly will be severely limited." Harry said, though he left out that it would be impossible for Dumbledore to touch him in the castle. Hogwarts took care of her own, and he was a Founder's heir.

"That is a very dangerous line you are walking." Narcissa murmured, her voice concerned and Harry offered her a wry look.

"I do not have any choice in the matter." His tone was oddly resigned when he answered, and many averted his eyes at the hard truth of the matter. He didn't have a choice. While Tom would probably leave him out of everything should he ask it, Dumbledore never would. He would be bitter, but he had never known anything else. Besides, he had a boat load of revenge he intended to dish out, and he would not rest until he had served it or his body was cold. There was a final course switch and Harry absently selected the soufflé as he took a bit of the cleanser.

"Harry, there was something I wished to speak with you about in person, involving your position as Lord Black." Hadrian began carefully, and Harry looked at him with a questioning expression.

"Go on,"

"I looked in to the information you supplied me over missing trials and I have found some truly astonishing things that can be used to harm Dumbledore within the Wizengamot." Hadrian told him. Harry sat forward, setting down his cutlery and giving the Greengrass Lord his full attention.

"What have you found?" He asked, keeping his voice calm, even if he was feeling anything but.

"The late Lord Black was put in Azkaban without so much as a Priori Incantatum and it was Dumbledore who pushed through the action, giving evidence personally to his supposed guilt."

Harry's face went white. The pain and rage that reared up was dizzying, and it was only the fact that he was using Tom's hand as something to ground himself was his magic not spinning out of control. Dumbledore had been the one to push it though. He hadn't known that. He knew that Crouch had thrown Sirius in, and Bagnold had agreed with it, but he hadn't known that Dumbledore pushed through the action and actually gave evidence. Harry's mind flashed to the Death Chamber, watching Sirius fall through the veil over and over again and he felt bile rise up in his throat.

He didn't even notice the table had fallen silent, his mind was lost elsewhere and he didn't realise but his face could have been made from marble. Was everything linked back to Dumbledore? Was he truly the sole initiator of all the bad? Dumbledore death wouldn't be enough. Harry needed him to lose everything, he needed him to suffer beyond all comprehension and even then he would not be granted the release of death; it was too good for him. His mind was shoved back to the present by a wave of calmness that didn't belong to him, he blinked once slowly and gradually released his vicious grip on Tom's hand to calmly lift his wine glass and take a sip, as if he hadn't just been imagining a suitable torture for Albus Dumbledore.

"Is there anything to be done about clearing the late Lord Black's name with what you have found?" He asked evenly, his hand tensing around his glass when Hadrian frowned slightly.

"The possibility is very slim unfortunately." Hadrian responded. "Those in charge will state that there was a lapse in administration and it will be brushed aside. Any counter arguments would be disputed due to his family name, Dumbledore being known friends with the late Lord and Lady Potter, and there will be many that will who will recount what a dear friend the late Peter Pettigrew was."

The glass in Harry's hand shattered as his grip became too tight causing the table to jump as his wine splashed everywhere and glass embedded in to his skin, making him bleed quite heavily. Harry snapped his fingers and the glass repaired itself, the wine vanished and the wounds healed leaving his hand and the tablecloth free of blood – as if nothing had happened. Most of the table lost their composure at the display of effortless multi-charmed, wandless, wordless magic, looking at Harry in a mix of curiosity, amazement and calculation. There was concern on his friend's faces, Narcissa's too, and Harry could feel Tom's own concern. During the entire incident, Harry's expression had not changed once, and it was becoming rather unnerving.

"So, in other words, nothing short of hard evidence would clear his name." Harry stated, his voice empty of any emotion whatsoever.

"Yes." Hadrian confirmed.

"I will personally hand you Peter Pettigrew alive and snivelling the day after the upcoming Wizengamot session. I am sure that everything from that point shall be easy."

The Greengrasses and the Davis' eyes widened and Hadrian moved forward.

"He's alive."

"As much as I wish otherwise, yes." Harry said in a frosty tone. "And should Fudge have even a semblance of general intellect, he would have collected my and Hermione's memories back in third year when the late Lord Black 'mysteriously' disappeared when he had been captured at Hogwarts."

"You claimed Black's innocence to Fudge and he ignored you, heir to the injured House?" Hadrian said in disbelief.

"Did you not hear of it?" Hermione asked, in equal incredulity.

"We heard of Black's escape and Fudge's recall of the dementors, but never the reason why, nor any explanation to the situation." Lord Davis answered, looking curious.

"The reason for the recall was because the dementors were seconds away from taking Harry and my souls." Hermione told them simply. "We were swarmed, every dementor stationed at the school came for us." The entire table seemed to suck in a sharp breath, even their friends seemed horrified at the reminder.

"But there were over a hundred placed over the entire school grounds." Lady Davis whispered. "How in Merlin's name did you get away?" Hermione cast a grateful and meaningful look at Harry, a soft smile coming to her face.

"Harry drove them off with a single patronus. It was the greatest piece of magic I have ever seen."

Harry looked down, suddenly quite embarrassed by Hermione's words, he hadn't done that to be great, he had done it to save them. But Hermione wouldn't let him brush it off, she was repeating it in his head, and telling him how much she meant every word; it was quite overwhelming.

"You were thirteen." Hadrian stated stunned.

"I did not really undertake the idea of becoming a soulless husk." Harry returned candidly, "But yes, that was the reason for the recall. Should it have been discovered that the dementors had attacked two thirteen year old students, there would have been an absolute revolt. Each sector would have exploded, not just students, an heir, the last remaining of the bloodline and the light's saviour to boot. Fudge had to keep that one quiet just as much as Dumbledore did, though Dumbledore would have still come out with a good light, he did publicly denounce Fudge's appointment of the foul creatures."

"Why did Fudge ignore your words?" Lord Davis asked.

"It was claimed I had been Confunded." Harry answered.

"Excuse me?" Narcissa demanded, "A simple medical scan would have confirmed or denied that, and your statement should still have been taken."

"Neither was done." Hermione said, her tone displeased.

"What I wish to know is how Pettigrew escaped."

"When they call Pettigrew a snivelling rat, they do not mean it hypothetically." Ron put in bitterly, he would never be over the fact that that disgusting man has shared his bed and so much of his personal life; it was a complete violation of the basic human rights.

"Well I'll be damned," Hadrian muttered, understanding what he meant instantly.

"So Fudge and Dumbledore have sat back and allowed someone who is low enough to betray the secret they have been bestowed." Lord Davis summarised.

"Yes,"

"All the more reason to make sure that man is out of office sooner rather than later." Lucius stated.

"And Dumbledore may well follow should the release of his grievous errors happen." Hadrian added.

"We can hope." Ron murmured.

As the final remains of the meal disappeared, there was a moment of polite conversation before the music began planning and Hadrian led his wife on to the dancefloor. Once everyone had risen to their feet, the large circular tables vanished and were replaced with more intimate sitting areas opposite sides of the room, with the odd collection of seats around the walls. Platters of after dinner drinks appeared floating in the air and a large table at the back had a range of others for the guests to help themselves to when they pleased. Harry immediately was dragged off by Luna, who insisted he dance with her, much to his chagrin.

He got no relief as once Luna finally released him from her clutches, Hermione was there ready to spin over in to his arms for the next song. Harry gave her a dirty look, making her laugh out loud as he twirled her around. The music picked up and the dance couples started interchanging partners, Harry span Hermione away from him and she was replaced with Narcissa. Harry smiled at the Lady Malfoy before she too was span away, and replaced this time with her son.

"You are very close to pouting," Draco noted, letting Harry lead for a bit before they switched.

"I hate dancing," Harry grumbled, taking back the lead and spinning Draco away when the other teen laughed at him. Harry was made to dance with both Ladies Greengrass and Davis, along with both their daughters before Luna was back with him. Harry all but ran away when there was a brief pause in music, ducking behind a few people and using the excuse of getting refreshments as his way out. He had to laugh when he scoured the dance floor and saw Tom being forced to dance with Narcissa, the woman had a look in her eye that spoke volumes and it seemed Tom had chosen not to argue with her. When she released him, Harry swore the man ran away from the Malfoy Lady, and he was trying valiantly to hide his snickers when the Dark Lord grabbed a glass and downed it in one.

"I see neither of us have been able to escape the dancing," He commented, only to gain a highly displeased look from the man.

"I am the Dark Lord, I should not be made to dance." Tom huffed and Harry snorted.

"How did that go over with Narcissa?" Harry asked.

"I didn't say that to her," Tom said as if he was mad, "I am the Dark Lord, not suicidal."

"Wise decision,"

"I see you did not argue with Miss Lovegood or Lady McKinnon," Tom pointed out and Harry snorted.

"I could have had the most compelling argument in the history of arguments and they still would have ignored me."

"Its witches," Tom decided with certainty.

"Or at least the ones we seem to be surrounded by," Harry agreed.

The pair of them were able to keep themselves away from the dancing for nearly an entire hour, skirting around the ballroom and making conversation with whoever they could tolerate within their vicinity. Harry found himself speaking to nearly all of the neutral dark Houses, it was very interesting to listen to their perspective of current happenings. He met back with Tom at the refreshments, raising an eyebrow at the man's cautious look.

"Narcissa, she wishes to dance again." He muttered and Harry grinned, though his expression fell when he saw Hermione curtsey to her partner and cast her eyes around the room looking for someone. Harry cursed, dragging Tom back towards the wall and gently brought his shadows up to cover them subtlety. They could see out, but were completely hidden from the rest of the room much to their relief, and Tom sent him the feeling of gratefulness.

"Why I didn't think of this sooner, I do not know," Harry murmured.

"You didn't have any chance, given that you were on the dancefloor almost immediately."

"I hate ballroom dancing, oh so much." Harry groaned, "It is the absolute worst thing about the balls."

"Yes, it is tedious and rather vapid – oh no,"

"What?" Harry asked, casting his eyes to follow Tom's line of sight. He swallowed when he saw his sister tilt her head looking right at them, he took Tom's arm and willed them to the other side of the room, in an equally shadowy area, and Harry made sure to keep the shadows remaining when they had been before so it didn't look suspicious.

"How long have we got until the dancing is finished." Harry complained and Tom bit back a scoff.

"With the witches… never."

"Oh well that is optimistic," Harry groused, "Thanks for that."

"You are most welcome,"

They managed to get away with blatantly hiding from the dancing for another hour, finally having to suck it up and dance again when Luna appeared from nowhere dragged a very unwilling Harry out of the shadows. Of course, if he had to suffer then so did Tom, and as soon as Harry was three steps away, Narcissa appeared and Tom, too, was lead back to the floor.

Thankfully, they had managed to miss the more complex and detailed dances, so Harry only had to waltz around the room with his sister; he didn't think he could actually tango or anything like that. When the ball finally started to draw to a close, Harry couldn't have been more thankful. His body was heavy from the repeated dance moves, his mind was full of the things he had found out this evening and he just wanted to curl up next to Tom and go to sleep; oh, and he wanted to curse a few things too; his anger had not left.

Harry looked over to where Narcissa and Lucius were speaking with the Greengrasses, giving Harry his que to seek out his friends. He managed to snag Draco first, the Malfoy heir heading in the same direction as Harry was. Luna and Hermione were already with Ron and Blaise when they found them amongst the crowd, so they didn't have to go looking for them.

"Are you ok?" Hermione asked him immediately, releasing her mask now that no one was paying any attention to any of them.

"Other than the fact that I am using nearly all of my control to stop my magic tearing this entire manor to pieces, I would say I'm doing alright." Harry returned brightly.

"We will be in this upcoming session," Ron stated, "Nothing short of death or full incapacitation is going to stop us. I don't even care if we are caught out before. We'll hide at the Sanctuary and we will get ourselves there."

"I really hope that is the case," Luna sighed.

"How did we not know that it Dumbledore that pushed it through, or that he gave evidence?" Blaise asked and Ron blew out a breath.

"Only trial transcripts are available for public viewing, no one knows where they keep everything else, and with the lack of transcripts we already had our evidence." He explained, "With Hadrian being able to access the Ministerial and DMLE archives, he would have had no problem, minus the actual searching."

"I have decided that there is not a pain on this earth that will ever be enough to make Dumbledore suffer," Harry told them, "Not yet, at least."

"He will pay for what he has done." Luna assured him, "And we are all 100% behind you."

"See what we can find out about Selwyn before the next ball, I know that the next ball in but a day, but if we can get the upper hand it would be beneficial," Harry said to them all.

"We'll try, but like you said, we only have a day."

"I can speak with my father," Blaise remembered, "He is allied with Selwyn, I believe."

"Oh Merlin, that should be full of interesting conversation." Harry groaned and Blaise grinned.

"And you get to sit at the head table too."

"Wonderful,"

"We have to go and say our goodbyes." Draco noticed, "We'll see you before the ball."

Harry followed Draco over to the Greengrasses after accepting hugs from the girls, the night had been a success overall, but he was happy it was over.

"Ah Harry, you have said your goodbyes?" Narcissa asked.

"Yes, I'll see them before the next ball." Harry answered, and then he turned to the Lord Greengrass.

"I have had a wonderful evening, Hadrian."

"I am glad. You shall be attending the Zabini ball?"

"Yes. I believe I shall see you there." Harry answered, then his attention switched to the Lady, "Naomi, always a pleasure."

"I shall see you at the ball, Harry. And thank you, again." She smoothed down her dress as she spoke, and Harry smiled.

"It was my honest joy," He told her, "And should you ever wish for another, you need only ask."

"You are lovely," She stated, sharing a smile with Narcissa, who nodded her agreement. They said their final goodbyes before Harry and the Malfoys left the ballroom, falling in to step with the waiting Dark Lord, who had already bid farewell.

"We'll meet you back at the manor." Harry said to the Malfoys.

"Are you going somewhere?" Lucius inquired and Draco smirked.

"No, he just doesn't want to be spat out on to the floor should he use the floo system." Draco answered, and Harry threw him a look of disgust.

"You should be ashamed of yourself."

"Am I lying?" Draco threw back. In answer to his question, Harry took Tom's arm and vanished in to the shadows, stepping out in to the Malfoy entrance hall just as Narcissa walked through. Harry stepped away from Tom, taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly to relax himself from ball posture, and only then did he let up on the iron grip he had kept his magic in.

It flared around him and Harry rolled his neck, relishing in the feeling around him. His mind whirled with plans, things that would give him a suitable outlet for his rage. Tom cast a look at the Malfoys, who nodded and left the entrance hall swiftly. He approached the teen, gently running is hand down his face and kissing him slowly, pulling him closer. Harry felt himself fully relax as he kissed Tom, letting his magic slowly fade as Tom held him close.

"Do not let Dumbledore's actions make you fall now." Tom murmured, "You are better than that."

Harry took a shuddering breath, resting his head on Tom's shoulder as he settled himself. He had to stick to their plans, if they got everything right then they shouldn't fail. They had worked as hard as they could, it would be selfish of him to blow everything because of this latest revelation. Tom led Harry up to his rooms, gaining a slight smile from the teen as he held the door open for him. Harry moved around the room preparing for bed, carefully removing his robes and sending them with the house elf that came in to collect them. He dropped down on to the bed with as much grace as an elephant, and Tom rolled his eyes, pulling him over to lay on his chest when the teen made no effort to move. They lay still for a while, just winding down from the entire evening, and then Harry thought of something that made him look up.

"You have not mentioned my taking of Pettigrew." Harry remembered. Tom ran his hands up and down Harry's hip, not speaking for a moment while he ordered his thoughts. He hadn't even thought about it really. When Greengrass had started speaking about Harry's Godfather, he felt the usual blasts of pain that came from the teen, and he felt as it grew to dizzying proportions when Dumbledore's actions had been revealed. When Harry had said that he would deliver Pettigrew to Greengrass, if hadn't even crossed his mind to argue.

"If you wish to hand the rat over to Greengrass to clear your Godfather's name, then you can hand him over." Tom said to him simply. Harry smiled brightly at that, leaning up to press a thankful kiss to Tom's lips.

"Thank you,"

"It is of no trouble to me," Tom waved him off, "Any information that he could have possibly gotten for me or my cause can easily be attained by you or yours,"

"Hm, that is true." Harry agreed. "Other than that, I did so enjoy the ball."

"Yes, it was very informative."

"What did you think of our entrance? Did I keep my promise or what?" Harry asked him, grinning mischievously.

"It was brilliant. I did not even contemplate the idea of the three of you entering as a trio."

"I couldn't help myself. Everyone has heard of the 'Golden Trio' be it from the papers or their younger family members. I wanted everyone to be reminded of that, and for them to know what we will always stick together – no matter the situation."

"You stunned the entire room silent. I wouldn't hesitate to presume that your message was received."

"When I heard Hadrian had an announcer, I knew it would work." Harry said, and then he chuckled lightly, "I did enjoy the reactions. Did Lucius say anything? I did specifically look for him, but he was too far for me to hear."

"He didn't believe what he saw at first." Tom answered him, his voice amused. "I do not believe I have ever seen that many Lords or Ladies lose their composure at the same time."

"Ah, I love doing the impossible." Harry sighed happily, making Tom snort.

"I do not even think you should be allowed to say the word." He muttered and Harry laughed.

"If I wasn't me, I would be boring."

"Yes. I quite think you would be." Tom agreed, "As it stands, you do the impossible on a regular basis and I think it's quite impossible to label you are 'boring'."

"It is the only way." Harry decided with a sniff. He shifted his position slightly to get comfortable and let out a contented sigh. "I cannot wait to speak to Lucius tomorrow, it's going to be fun."

"You should go and see Remus too," Tom suggested, knowing that Harry always found an odd calm around the man.

"Yes, that is a good idea." Harry allowed, "Are you coming?"

"I am going to visit Theodore tomorrow." Tom told him, "I shall be returning for dinner, however."

"It is a shame he gave up his Lordship. He sounds as if he would have been a much better Lord Nott."

"Oh there is no doubt." Tom agreed easily, "Theodore is a rather brilliant man, if I were to admit it."

"Can't you see if you can talk him in to retaking his title?" Harry wondered, "Having someone like that would be highly beneficial to us. Regardless of his break in holding, Theodore would be the one of the oldest members within the Wizengamot chambers, and that will bring in a lot of respect and interest from the neutrals, along with the respect he already has within the dark."

"I do not know if he will do it, but it is one of the subjects I wish to speak with him about." Tom admitted. "As with the situation with Izar, it depends heavily on the Nott clauses."

"I presume that he'll be brought up?"

"Most definitely. That might be enough to get Theodore to consider the action."

"Well one can hope. And if hope fails, there is Nott's predictable lack of control around me, and my being prepared for whatever he throws at me."

"He'll come to realise his mistake." Tom murmured.

"Somehow, I don't think he will until it's much too late." Harry returned, equally as quiet. Then he shrugged, "Ah well, it'll be a great character building experience for him."

He felt Tom look at him and by the man's emotions it was an expression of extreme disbelief and Harry laughed. He reached up to kiss the man's cheek before settling down.

"Night, Tom."

"Goodnight, Harry."

BOOOM! There it is people, the first Yule ball! Now, did you like it? Did I put in enough? Was it what you were expecting? Let me know what you think and I'll get right on the next chapter, which will feature Moony and Harry bonding time, discussions of the ball and what will happen in the aftermath, and the very first introduction of Tom's friend, Theodore Nott Sr. So, that's all to come!

Thanks for reading guys!

Jess*