Peter Pettigrew; Most Wanted
05
ISDH
PPMW
Harry was sprawled on the duvet of Hermone's bed, as the witch sat at her desk across the room in their chateau rental. He had finished his homework, but Hermione was writing a full third sheet of parchment.
A tired barn owl dropped to the bed beside him. Too tired to even hoot. Harry rolled over, and sat up. Picking the little 'guy' up, he pulled the letter from the left foot, before placing the owl on the perch beside Hedwig. The little guy sipped heavily from the water bowl, before readying to fly off.
"Hold it right there." Harry spoke sharply to the owl. "You rest up, one full hour's nap. Then, if rested enough, you and Hedwig will have some bacon." he poked the owl between the eyes, "At that time we will decide if you're rested enough, you can go. If not, you nap for another hour."
Boo-boo.
The little guy sighed, and tucked his head in.
"Harry. We have another problem." Hermione spoke from where she had picked up the scroll. "This says you have been casting spells at your home."
"House." Harry spoke. "And you know I have not been to Privet Drive all week."
"Yeah-yeah, but as of last night, you are charged with two castings of the Patronus charm. Followed by Stunners when you resisted arrest." Hermione reread the scroll. "You have a DMLE hearing next week."
"Well the Headmaster will play his games…" Harry sighed, as he walked into the dinning area, where Dan and Emma were having morning tea. "Dobby, in about an hour or two, I will need two orders of Bacon, cooked to Hedwig's ideal. One for our Lady, and one for the Ministry bird that flew all the way here overnight."
"Poor birdy." Dobby pulled his ears. "Mr Pogo not be's happy with another Owl is on his stick."
Emma snorted, as Dan rolled his eyes.
Before anyone could do or say anything else, there was a booming knock at the front door.
Dan stood to answer the door. With Harry following in his shadow, he opened the door to three people in powder blue coats… that almost looked like robes.
"Désolé, nous avions l'impression que ce n'était pas une Chatue normale." the female spoke gently. [sorry, we were under the impression that this is not a normal house.]
"Ah, does this have something to do with a Ministry Owl trying to kill itself to deliver a scroll?" Dan asked.
"English." the man on the left glared.
"Halfblood?" the man on the right drew out a monocle.
"Muggle Father of a First Gen." Dan stepped back, "An issue just came up, and we could use police assistance with it."
It was here that the three saw the young wizard awaiting them. "Merde!" the two wizards muttered.
"Monsieur Potter." the witch smirked. "Word came last night that you might be trying to run…"
The wizard peered through his monocle, "Just how long…"
"My apologies." Harry bowed from his shoulders, "but I have been within your Borders for a little over three days."
Hermione looked up as Harry and Dan led the French Ministry into the dinning room. "And you involve the French DMLE because…"
"In bypassing the old man on our way out, we forgot to clear our way in." Dan chuckled. "Do you know anyone we could call?"
"The only person you might know… would be Monsieur Delacour and I have no idea…"
"Delacour?" the french witch gasped, "Why would you know the Head of our Department?"
"Father of Fleur and Gabrielle?" Harry cocked his head to the left. "Save the daughter, the Father is quick to back your moves."
"But only if you ask him to back you!" Hermione swatted the back of Harry's Head. "This bird-brain is good with his wand, but slow to ask for help." She handed the scroll to the witch, "Like Harry said, we sidestepped the Magical Border Control, when the three of us Grangers took the Chunnel, and Harry journeyed here in a travel case." She hung her head, "We did so to escape them rather than sidestep or break your Law."
"Travel Case?" The Glare of the Blue-coated wizard deepened.
"Scamander class II." Harry answered. "Carried in by a muggle."
The witch started muttering to herself, as the two wizards went for their wands. They were fast, but Harry was faster. His Holly and Feather had dropped both wizards, just as their wand had cleared their holsters. The witch switched to darker words in french, before picking up the phone on the wall and dailing a number.
"Bureau du directeur, s'il vous plaît." she tucked the handset into the crook of her shoulder. "Réalisateur. L'oiseau livrait un parchemin. Il semble que le garçon évitait les Britanniques, et a oublié d'annoncer son arrivée."
[Director. The Bird was delivering a Scroll. It seems that the boy was avoiding the Britons, and forgot to announce his arrival.] she hung up, "He will be here soon."
Dan turned and headed to the front door. Heopened the front door, just as a wizard in a sash and blue coat arrived with two blue coats.
Upon seeing the lad in glasses, the man in the sash sighed. "Lord Potter." His accent was snooty, but welcoming. "I do wish you had sent word that you were coming. Gabi is going to be so unhappy that she missed you."
"Missed me, Sir?" Harry frowned.
"Yes, as soon as you arrive we are to send you back." Director Delacure sighed, looking at the two sleeping wizards. His eyes lifted to the witch, "Let me guess, they were down before you called me."
"Oui." the witch sighed as she sat on a nearby bench, only for an Elf to arrive at her knee, offering her a cuppa. The two guards at the Director's side twitched towards their wands, but the Director waved them off. He sat, as Dobby stepped forward to offer him a cuppa. The two 'guards' were each offered a chilled butterbeer.
Emma sipped her tea. "We have been in this house for three days, before we got that note." She smiled at the Director. "That could throw some shit in the face of our side."
"The Note, the little guy almost killed himself delivering, says that Harry was using spells of a certain type, in fr0nt of his kin, and breaching the SoS." Hermione huffed offering the scroll to the Director. "WE were enjoying the Muggle side of things while we readjusted to the heat, and finished our homework."
"You no doubt heard about what happened four days ago." Harry flopped on the couch beside Hermione.
Director Delacure frowned, "The only thing noteworthy was some bounty…"
"Five Hundred thousand." Harry stared at the ceiling. "Half a million in gold. To catch a rat with a silver arm."
"Yes. There was a riot at the bank two days ago, when every 'gutter wizard' and 'hedge witch' showed up with a bag of Rats, hoping to cash it." The Witch hissed, "The Goblins ate well that night."
"Heard muttering of '3ck per rat'." Harry sat up. "Those that survived the chopping block ended up in the Rat circus."
Delacure read the scroll, "This says the spells were cast last night." He looked up, "You claim to have been here for at least three days…" Hermione nodded, "Well, that means you were not there to do this spell casting, unless…"
"No." Harry sighed, "The Travel Cases while linked, are not that far reaching. We tried while they were going to the train. Max range is just under twenty kilometers." Harry shivered. It had been painful. "I arrived in her luggage, and Dobby brought me mine, and exhausted the little guy." Harry scratched the little guy's head when the elf arrived hearing his name.
"Well…" the Director was frowning at the scroll.
"Sir." Hermione spoke up, "You have Harry over a barrel here. You can leverage Us, through him, to spend time with your girls. I have been wanting to see the Bazaar de Magick, and no doubt your Wife and daughter could show about."
Harry glared at the witch at his side. "Witch! You are willing to throw me under the Knight Bus for what… a couple of books?"
She grinned at him.
"Monsieur Potter." the head of the police for magical France glared at the lad. "My youngest has been in need of the attention of a non-related male that we can trust. Your services in this manner would ease the burden on my Wife and eldest."
Hermione cut the Director off, "Not so fast Sir. While Potter is available, it is not without cost. As we have until August tenth before we must return, unless someone actually turns in Pettigrew, there are going to be many days where your daughter is going to be clinging to my Wizard. After your eldest arrived at Hogwarts, last year, I did some research. From your talk, I take it Gabi is about to undergo her first molt?" the Director nodded. "Harry, Gabi is going to need to be around a male she finds desirable, so she will keep her grooming habits up, otherwise she is going to be very depressed, and the Avian side will take over. Self grooming is important, even if her Mamam helps her. She will be shedding her 'baby' feathers as she grows her … adult plumage."
"You speak as if she is little more than a chicken." Emma voiced.
"Think more along the lines of a Golden Eagle with PMS" Hermione shook her head, "This is also the time she will start throwing fire. If Harry can stimulate her interest, not only will her new plumage be at its best, but her 'Cramps' will be gentle too."
"We were not able to get a Wizard that Fleur found attractive, during her Molt, I spent two months covered in burn ointment." Delacure sighed, "If Harry will entertain Gabi, I will provide you with a car service and a small allowance. No doubt Apolline will wait to take the ladies shopping. And Harry too."
Emma smiled, "She is going to play dress-up, and include her new dollie?" the doctor joked.
"Wow." the Auror Witch gasped, "You must have him well trained. He did not even flinch."
"No." Dan sighed. "Not trained. He is just that thick on the subject of girls."
"Dad!" Hermione hissed. Turning back to the Director, "Two out of every three days, we are at her services. We will need a day to rest, before we are back on call. Harry will be in my presence at all times, as I will be in his. This is to slow Gabi from jumping him too soon. We will also need a watcher. The Auror who tracked us down will do. It allows you to keep an eye on us, and we get the alibi she will provide."
The Director glanced at the witch, who nodded. "Deal. Tomorrow, noon. Fleur will find you under the Tower." A flick of his wand revived the two stunned wizards. "Noire. You will take charge here. They should be able to put you up. The rest of us will be going." he handed his tea cup to the elf, as he stood. He headed out, four wizards ghosting on his heels.
Dobby refreshed the cups of tea, as everyone sat quietly.
"So." the Auror Noire smiled with uncertainty, "Does this happen often?"
"Not Really." Harry waved her off.
"Often enough, that we just roll with it." Hermione answered.
Emma and Dan just exchanged looks, "Somewhere in between for us." Emma spoke up. "Yes there is a risk of something happening with Mister Potter involved, but He is good enough at his craft to protect our baby girl, and now us. We are safe as long he is there."
Dan took his turn, "Because Mister Potter is living in his travel case, that means the guest room is unused. We were about to have Brunch. You can either join us, or pop home for a travel bag. We are enjoying the services of the elf, but the Lad tells me that he could use more work. One way or another you are joining us."
Emma smiled, "Today we were going to the Beach."
PPMW
Bones was looking at the Notice from the IUMO. She Snorted, as she felt Fudge and his attack toad on this. She set it aside for Shack to look into later.
She turned back to the letter she had received from Dowager Longbottom, inquiring as to the options of Sue as a Consort to Neville when he took Miss Abbott as his wife. 'This is nothing more than an inquiry into the options available to Miss Bones.'
As a Consort, Susan's Rights would be protected, as her children would be of the House Bones. The Matter of Sharing a Husband would either bring the girls closer together… or tear them apart. It raised a few questions, but that was not what 'Gus' was asking about. No, the old bat was making sure that House Bones did not have a Contract on it's Heir.
Scribbling a quick note to the House Bones Account Manager, Amy ordered a compiled list of all possible Contracts for her Heir. She folded the sheet, smudged a blob of wax, and pressed her ring into it. Dropping the labeled note into the Gringotts Mail Drop Box, She collected the paperwork on Potter, and headed out to see her best Auror since Moody retired.
"Shack. I received a notice from the IUMO this morning. Can you tell me how a soon to be fifth year can cast three Patronus Charms, Four Obliviates, and..." She rescanned the notice, "Two Repairo Maxima's?"
"Easily Director." the ebony man sighed as he downed the last of his cold coffee, and stood. "He Didn't." He led the way to 'Coffee Machine', "Last night, Tonks and I were checking up on a… I want to say friend, but dragging him into this would make it even more... Hairy." The Director nodded her understanding that a registered Werewolf was involved. "Our 'Friend' was watching over the Muggle Family of a Person of Interest. It was our Hope that the PoI would return to that house. Just as the Fat Youth returned from harassing the younger residents of the area, a pair of Askaban's Finest dropped in on us. The three of us drew, and fired our Patroni to drive away the monsters. The Family we were watching, and a noisy neighbor caught us, and there was some property damage caused in the hubbub. Tonks did the mind work, as my Friend and I removed all traces that we were even there."
After refilling his cup with the black liquid sludge the Department called coffee, he added heavy cream, powdered cocoa, and a heavy dollop of honey. Swirling his finger above the cup, a minor cantrip, to cause the contents to blend. "No sooner do we finish cleaning up, Dalish and Thick show up, with orders to snap Potter's wand. Orders signed by Umbridge." he sipped his coffee, "Tonks had a theory, so we left our fuzzy friend to continue to watch, as Dalish went scurrying back to his masters, and searched the Office of Prisons. Found an order form, demanding that Harry Potter be kissed at his Home." He passed her a fold sheet of paper, that at one time had been crumpled into a ball. "It has Her Signature, but not His. Play this well."
"And just out of curiosity, why were you… visiting your friend?" She accepted the sheet of paper, sliding it into her sleeve.
"Moody could not relieve the poor man, and the guy who was supposed to be watching the House, was too busy hunting a golden Rat."
She snorted. That was a joke that was not getting old any time soon. The only reason half her force was still working their beat was that she had offered a twenty gold reward for twenty minutes with the Rat, before they turned him over to the Goblins.
"Fudge will try something stupid. We wait, we watch, we crush them all."
Shack nodded, before he turned and strode to his desk, where he began filling in paperwork.
PPMW
Peter Pettigrew was not Happy.
Five Days ago, he was Chamberlain to the newly revived DARK LORD. While he had no real power, he was protected. He answered only to the Dark Lord, and was a 'Trusted' servant. Yes, he was little better than a House Elf, but he was a Hand of Lord Voldemort.
Lucious was the silk glove. His silver tongue, and deep pockets, allowed the whispers of the Dark Lord to reach many an ear, some better guarded than others.
Flint and Nott were mailed gauntlets. Little better than thugs.
And then there was Crabbe and Goyle. Brutes of the Highest Order.
Four Days ago, He was delivering the morning Prophet to the Master, when he saw it.
A full page wanted poster.
With HIS name on it.
AND HALF A MILLION GOLD!
He folded the paper to hide the front page, as he entered the Lord's throne room.
Voldemort was eating poached eggs in the shell.(yes, that is wrong, but when the Dark Lord commands…) using a 'baby' spoon, He would crack the shell, and scoop out the innards onto toast wedges. With a dark wine, that looked like blood. It was a shocking image; a paler than White man, eating gooey runny eggs, and drinking blood red wine. It felt like he would finish the meal with him dining on your soul.
He knew that the Master would protect him from the Goblins… but who would protect him from the Master! The Ministry thought him as dead, but the Goblins knew better. The Master would kill him, and feed him to the snake-bitch. Alive he was a threat to the Plan… Dead, not so much.
Setting the paper within reach, but where no food could get to it, Peter bowed his head. "Master. Something has come up. I must beg for a leave of your services, for a time. Surely Luci's Boy can fill my role as your personal servant until my return. I have heard him boasting, both before your Return, and After, that he was your successor."
The Albino Aberration paused. "Yes, I do believe that the welp needs to learn his place. I will see to his training from here on. Go. You have the Day."
Three Days ago, Peter awoke from a light sleep as the Rat Warren known as Knockturn Alley was flooded by every gutter wizard, witch, and hag seeking the bounty on the silver armed rat. He ran through sewers and tunnels, sometimes as a Rat, sometimes as a human.
Now, the poor(excuse for a) wizard found himself back where he was a year ago.
The England side of the Chunnel. Now he just needed to find a hiding place…
tbc