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Chapter 18
Something New
29th July. Day 32 continued.
While Harry and family were at Godrics Hollow, Umbridge was surprised to be summoned to the Minister's office by memo, she had not been in his office since her retraining and demotion. The retraining had not gone well, she considered it a waste of her time. She turned up for it late, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Amos, who tore her off a strip as if she were a junior, not second only to the heads of department. She almost walked out, before she remembered he was a head of department. Delores, supposed that she would fulfil this pointless session, if only for appearances' sake. Next he sat her at a school type desk and gave her a paper explaining what would happen and the consequences of failing to fulfil the course. She paled as she realised she had written these herself, four years ago, convinced that anyone who went on this retraining deserved to see that their responsibility to the Ministry was to be taken she was being held subject to those standards, all because of that jumped up boy, Potter and the convicts, Black and Lestrange. Amos had brought in a second assessor, he had said to ensure that things were done fairly and that there could be no question of favouritism. Favouritism? She certainly did not get that, she signed the document to show she had read it and agreed to the conditions it contained should she fail the assessment at the end of the training. She was then subjected to, what she considered to be, the most impertinent series of instructions and tests, at the end of which she was adjudged to be unsuitable for her current position, due to her attitude. When she asked for clarification, she had been told that she had demonstrated that she had shown an unwillingness to accept other points of view than her own and assess them without prejudice. In addition, she had demonstrated that she did not regard people or beings she saw as lesser, or beneath her, or simply different in any way as being worthy of her attention. These matters brought the Ministry into disrepute, and she could have been dismissed. However, both the assessor and Amos had made it clear that they were willing to give her a second chance. They did her, what they assumed was, the favour of demoting her back to the post she had entered the Ministry at, albeit qualified rather than apprenticed.
So she had found herself back as a junior clerk in the administration department, with no access to anyone more senior than her immediate superiors. They had instructions that she was not to have any interaction with any of the apprentices, who she would not have any role in training. Her job now had no authority, her task now was simply filing, typing mundane letters and retrieving records as required. She could not read any of the documents she was filing, or retrieving. She was in a shared office and knew she was being watched, carefully, so she was now completely out of touch with what was going on in the Ministry and the Wizangamot, except for what was reported in the media.
She had sent her resignation letter the week before, but was yet to receive a reply or even an acknowledgement of it. She could not face working at the lowly level she now was in the ministry once again, it had been over a decade since she had manipulated her way above this. Having worked her way up to undersecretary in a couple of years, and ensured those senior to her had been willing to get out of her way to senior undersecretary within a year. She had risen faster than any before her, once she had begun the climb. Her downfall had been faster and those she had used as rungs, those who had worked their way to where they now were, were above her. They were now above her, they believed they could now give her orders. They relished seeing her brought down, she had lost all authority, she was not even given any over those who had yet to complete their first year in the department.
Dumbledores offer could not have come at a better time, she would have a fresh start, yes most of the staff had known her as a student, but she knew them as well. She would soon gain position in the school, she would manipulate here way up within the school. By the end of the year not a single person in the school would question her. She could disregard the students, she had found a way to keep them quiet and subjugated. She needn't teach them, she would have them work on theory, from a book, while she concentrated on gaining control of the school. From there she would once again have the ear of the Minister, be able to influence him and get rid of Potter and Dumbledore. All would be well, she would be able to restore things how she wanted them, with half bloods and half-breeds, creatures and beasts firmly in their places. She had achieved it on her own in this lions' den at the Ministry, it would be easy to do again in the walls of Hogwarts.
Arriving at what had once been the only desk closer to the Minister's office than her own, she was instructed to take a seat and wait by Cornelius personal assistant. The assistant finished the letter she was typing, before sealing it and sending it off by owl. Having completed this task the woman rose and entered the Minister's office briefly, before re-emerging and indicating for Umbridge to enter.
"Ah, Delores, come in, take a seat." Cornelius greeted her.
She sat opposite the Minister, glancing round with a practised eye. She noticed they were not alone, the heads of most of the departments were sat around the room, she returned her attention to the Minister as he began to speak again.
"Now Delores, I see you wish to leave us for pastures new." He held her letter, then held another up. "To Hogwarts in fact, at least according to the list of staff for the coming year from Albus."
She tried to read his tone, but it was unusually neutral. "Indeed Cornelius that is true."
"Hem, Hem." A female voice to the side interrupted. "That would be Minister Fudge to you, Administrator Umbridge." Amelia instructed.
Umbridge was about to respond when Fudge spoke again. "Quite so, however we have matters to discuss do we not." He said significantly.
Amos Diggory nodded. "Ah yes, we have indeed, Administrator, not least that accepting your resignation could be seen as allowing you to avoid your demotion, following the events in Diagon Alley."
"Indeed!" Agreed Amelia. "We also note your appointment to Hogwarts staff, as professor of Defence against the Dark Arts of all things."
Fudge nodded. "Quite so, it is odd how you came to such an appointment despite your complete lack of any qualification or experience. It also negates the recent resolution you penned that if Dumbledore failed to appoint a teacher, then we in the Ministry would. You have circumvented that, deliberately for your own ends. I'm afraid in light of this we should reject your resignation."
Umbridge was growing more and more angry as the three spoke, she exploded at the last "What?" She spat.
Fudge held up his hand. "Please Delores, calm yourself, allow us to explain. It is perfectly simple, you shall remain in our employ, you shall be based at Hogwarts, where you shall provide us with information about what the headmaster is up to. His recent actions, his fixation on controlling a particular individual and frankly his appointment of yourself to a post you are completely unsuited to fulfil, have bluntly left us concerned for the students. His idea of the greater good and his insistence on adhering to it has led us to the need to watch him closely. You will be our link in the school, our representative and if necessary will be given powers as required to ensure all students can learn in a secure environment."
Umbridge thought for a moment, this could be to her advantage, return her to favour more quickly. She would be in a position where she could punish the boy for his lies, gain revenge for her humiliation, simply by following Dumbledores wishes, and regain the Ministers trust. She was quickly working out ways of ensuring both believed she was working for them and coming out on top herself. Clearly the Headmaster's star was waning, she must only remain loyal to him while it lasted. She also believed Fudge's time was limited, but perhaps by working for the ministry, she would ensure her future was secure, after all, society needed government, strong government.
"Very well Minister." She agreed slowly. "So long as I can count on the Ministry to back up the actions I deem are necessary to take."
Amelia's eyebrows shot up, that could spell trouble, before she could speak Fudge smiled.
"Of course Delores, however you must follow protocol and request decrees from me before implementing them."
Amelia sagged, she knew trouble was on its way, knew the Minister had just opened the door and invited it warmly in. She looked at Amos who appeared to have come to the same conclusion, she knew he too would take steps to distance himself from Umbridges actions. As would the other heads of department that she noticed, if the looks on their faces was anything to go by. She and Amos looked at each other and nodded imperceptibly to each other, they both would begin sounding out their contemporaries, see how many remained faithful to Fudge.
It had been well over a week since Dumbledore had first woken to find himself so weak, he had only recovered some of it since. In that time he had not left his office, he retired early and rose late, and felt tired after walking to his desk. He could once again summon his clothes to him, and he could perform most spells, though the effect of most of them was nowhere near as strong as they had been and took much effort to perform. His routine since that day had been, rise, dress, catch his breath from the exertion before walking to the Oriel for breakfast. Walk to his desk, recover, deal with his correspondence, have lunch, practise spells, recover. Walk round his office, pausing at each window to catch his breath, practise more spells, recover. Take an evening meal, then retire. Recovering after every visit to the bathroom was still necessary, and his days were peppered with discussions with various of the portraits who all advised that he seek medical assistance, even Phineas. Finally, this afternoon he decided that, if only to shut them all up, he would summon Poppy and Severus, he would trust no others to keep his condition quiet. He penned a note to Poppy, which he gave to an Elf, asking her to come, but decided to conjure a Patronus to send to Severus. He had given a breathless message to it, and it had left, but he had to sit down and rest due to the exertion. All he could do now was to await their arrival, for quite a while afterwards. He had not the strength to even respond to the portraits expressions of relief that he had done so at last, mixed with comments about stubborn fools finally being sensible about their health.
An hour later, Severus was not happy, that much would easily be discerned by his colleagues, who were the closest to him, if they saw him. To any others he appeared his usual sullen self, indeed he knew some wondered if he ever smiled. Either way, those he passed as he walked through the village got out of his way quickly. He had repeatedly been summoned by the Dark Lord who he had answered after ensuring his work was safe, only to be sent away again. Voldemort eventually telling him not to bother replying, unless his mark burned three times in quick succession. Snape had no idea what was going on, but supposed others were being sent on missions before many places could have the new ward erected. The ward was a reason he had not gone anywhere he knew it to be present. He knew he had been made an exception on the one at Hogwarts, Dumbledore had ensured that. He guessed the Dark Lord was ensuring his Death eaters no longer fell foul of it, after the first couple of days when so many had gone to the Ministry and were lost to it.
This summer had now been lost completely, as far as his research work was concerned at least. Dumbledore had now summoned him without explanation, as if it weren't enough that he had given up much of his usual summer researches for the reformed Order of the Phoenix. It was now the last complete night of July, tomorrow the last day. Only a month left to begin researches delayed before the start of term. Less before he would be required to return for the preparations of the school, and somehow he now knew the next few weeks would not be his own.
Was it not enough that he was risking his neck spying on the resurrected megalomaniac, answering his summons as required, and giving houseroom to babysit the rat to show his loyalty? It appeared he was going to be expected to give even more of his precious free time it seemed. He wondered if it was worth the trouble any more, being called on by two power hungry Wizards was getting tiresome, being pulled between them becoming more and more dangerous. If he could disappear safely, he would have, but that was not an option he had available.
Passing through the gates of the school, he rushed up the driveway, cloak billowing behind him in the evening sun, the breeze, and spell that he applied to it ensuring the effect. His fast pace was not due to any eagerness to be there, though that was how he hoped it would appear to any observer, but rather the faster he arrived, the sooner he could leave. If it were really that urgent why hadn't the old fool let him Floo in directly, instead of Apparating to the village.
Climbing the steps and entering the castle he strengthened his mental defences in readiness for meeting the Headmaster. Being unaware of the reason for this calling, he believed the Headmaster was, not for the first time, attempting to catch him unguarded, as if Severus would allow that to happen. He knew the man had no qualms about scanning minds without the person knowing, but if he wished to know what was on his mind, he could ask permission first.
As he headed up the stairs, his footsteps echoing in the empty halls he was surprised to be joined by the school nurse. He nodded to her. "You as well Poppy?"
"It would appear so Severus." She replied. "Apparently he is feeling somewhat under the weather."
Severus grunted. "He will want potions immediately in that case, miracle cures for every malady in a mug."
Poppy chuckled as they reached the guardian to the headmasters' office. " Very likely Severus. York Fruits." She announced, and the statue moved aside. "Come on Sev, the sooner we get there the sooner it will be done with, and we can get back to what we want to do."
Scowling the potions master followed her onto the stairs.
"You pig headed stubborn old fool." Severus blasted ten minutes later. "I thought you were supposed to be intelligent, clearly that is an exaggeration."
Albus had just explained to them how he had awakened well over a week earlier, very much weaker than usual and that despite his expectations he had not yet recovered even half his strength of before. This explanation had caused Snape's outburst of frustration at the headmaster.
"Why?" Severus continued. "Did you not take the sensible, even reasonable steps to get help in a timely manner? Just so you know, that would have been the day it happened, not several days later, you bloody minded buffoon."
"Severus makes an excellent point Albus." Poppy told him sternly. "If a little more colourfully than I would have, but only marginally so. I should have thought that you had more sense, however it seems that, that was nothing more than wishful thinking on my part. Now hold still, while I try to discover if there is something more wrong with you other than inability to make sensible decisions about your health."
She withdrew her wand and scanned him thoroughly, quashing any objections he might make with a look.
Task complete, she studied the results. "It would appear that you have suffered an almost complete drain of your magical core, I cannot tell why that would happen this long after the event, but that is your own fault and I have no sympathy. I might have been able to effectively treat it, had you been sensible. However, the good news is, that it appears that it has almost replenished itself from the ambient Magic in the fabric of the castle, and its natural healing ability, to the level it will reach." She told him.
"Then why am I still so weak?"
"Because, you stubborn old fool, the strength you will reach will be far weaker than it was before. Probably due to a number of factors, such as your age and probably the aforementioned idiocy you have shown in not seeing a healer sooner. To be clear, while you will still be strong Albus, given time, you will not, actually cannot, reach the strength you had before, so you will feel your age much more. It seems you will never regain the enhanced level, that you had before." She replied. "In fact the size of the difference does raise questions about how you were so powerful before."
Severus glanced round the room, noticing something missing. "Where is Fawkes?" He asked.
"Not here." Dumbledore answered dismissively, alarmed at how quickly they had reached the conclusion they had.
"Clearly, how long has the Phoenix been gone?" The potions master persisted.
Dumbledore looked a little shifty, but said nothing, he could not think of a way of diverting them from this inconvenient line of enquiry. He would never admit it, but he had to admit that the words of the portrait of Phineas had said the day he had awoken, were completely accurate.
"I see." The younger man responded. "He has abandoned you, which means you and the bird were never bonded, you can no longer draw on that power to boost your magic."
"That means that the bond was forced, not from the Phoenix himself." Poppy looked horrified. "That is disgusting Albus, disgraceful. I never thought you would entrap a creature of the light in such a way, no wonder the size of your core was always smaller than your reserves. Well I have no sympathy, your Phoenix has gone, prepare to live with your true strength and have the abilities and restrictions of your age, just as the rest of us have to."
Dumbledore bristled with barely contained anger, he could not believe how quickly they both had realised what he had done, though they could not prove it of course, and he would never need to stand trial for it. Even so, if these two could work it out, he had no doubt that the rest of the staff could as well, he would have no chance of hiding it from Minerva, Filius or Pomona. Minerva was the one of the three he feared most, she would tell him exactly what she thought, in no uncertain terms. If the staff found out, then he was under no illusion that it would not be long until the students did as well, and then it would be out in the wider community. He would need to be prepared to minimise the damage that caused, unless he could find a way to prevent letters being sent from the students when they found out. He needed to prepare, there was no doubt that his reputation had taken a battering this summer, he could ill afford for it to take any more, especially as he was weaker than he had been.
Finding his voice, he responded to the two members of his staff. "Your theories are most interesting although, your conclusions are so wildly inaccurate, they are almost ludicrous. Fawkes and I will be reunited, his prolonged absence is surely due to some other quite simple cause. In the meantime, Severus, from you, I require potions to rebuild my strength again both physical and Magical. Poppy I need you to ensure my core reaches the same strength as it was before this. I must be able to leave again soon by Magical means, I dread to think what has happened in my absence, especially to the order, I must prevent them from walking the wrong path."
The two glanced at each other, then Severus spoke. "I shall have a potion that will help with you by the end of the day, but even we cannot do the impossible. We shall work out a regime to help you as quickly as possible, but you will not regain any more strength than you would have naturally within yourself, as things stand."
Albus opened his mouth to respond, but Poppy beat him to it. "There is no point arguing, that is all we can do for you, you shall just have to get used to it."
They both turned and left, knowing whatever had done this, anything they did, was unlikely to help in the long term, The potions would help his immediate need and enable him to become more active, but nothing more. They were both aware they could do no more for him, especially if their suspicions were correct.
Dumbledore watched the pair leave his office, then sat heavily in the chair behind his desk. "Not to mention I must be at full strength to regain control of the Potter brat." He muttered, then grinned maliciously and opened the topmost drawer of the desk. "Though within the day he should be much more amenable to me." Chuckling he removed a neatly wrapped parcel from the drawer before summoning a house elf from his own household.
"What can I be doing for Master?" The Elf said as he bowed to him.
"Ah yes, I need you to deliver this Birthday present to young Harry Potter for me, but not until the day after tomorrow as that is the day itself. It wouldn't do for it to arrive early, not at all. Oh yes, and when you do deliver it, make sure to place it directly in his hand and no one else's, you must give it only directly to him." Dumbledore handed the parcel to the Elf.
"Yes Sir, I's will only give it to Mr. Harry Potter sir." The Elf agreed, bowed and popped away.
Dumbledore grinned. "Happy Birthday Harry, I shall be seeing you soon enough, and there is nothing you can do to avoid it, my boy, nothing at all."
Amos invited Amelia over to his house for drinks, an invitation she accepted, knowing they needed to talk and compare notes. Neither had said a word to each other immediately after the meeting with Umbridge, they had waited until they were alone in the lift, turned to each other and simply said. "It's time." To each other.
They both knew what it meant. They each knew which of the department heads they would speak with, they had known this day was coming and had quietly discussed what they would do, not that it pleased them, but it was necessary. Later in the day Amos had sent the invitation to Amelia, after he had checked that his wife was happy for him to do so. He had been married long enough to know better than to bring a guest home without talking to her first, especially after the death of their son.
They both spent the afternoon visiting with the other department heads, allowing them to share their concerns and worries about the Minister and how he was restricting the work undertaken. It was not enough to act, but helped them gauge their colleagues feelings about how the man they worked under and had been appointed by, was performing now. They knew one or two couldn't wait for him to be ousted, but would not act until they were certain of success. Others had been more difficult to read, they were simply discovering if the meeting earlier had polarised the views of others.
It was not unusual for heads of department to visit one another in this fashion. Each of them did it, to remain in touch outside the cabinet meetings, it was simply one of the ways the Ministry operated, so their visits would not raise suspicions elsewhere. This time, though, it was a necessary step to take towards removal of the Minister. Once they knew there was a majority of department heads who no longer believed the Minister was acting in the best interests of the community, they would go as a delegation to the Chief Warlock to inform them. The Wizangamot would look at the recommendation and call an election. The Minister in question would then need the support of his cabinet in order to stand. It would be at that point that the Minister would be informed by the Chief Warlock that they did not have the confidence of his department heads. The Minister would then be out of office, leaving them with no chance to try to exact any revenge. Until then, every one of them was at risk of replacement if the Minister got wind of the plan, which would fail, so they were all cautious and would make sure they were certain before acting.
Amelia stepped out of the fireplace to be welcomed by Amos in the kitchen of his home. His wife greeted her warmly, and they exchanged their usual pleasantries, though they both knew they could not have a gossip as they often did when Amos was not around. Amos then took Amelia into the living room where they could talk, a tray of refreshments was already waiting for them. They took seats, Amos poured drinks for them both and gave Amelia a plate, so she could help herself to the snacks and cake on the table.
"So Amos, we have a difficult task, one we could well do without I am sure." Amelia sighed.
Amos nodded. "I couldn't agree more, but I think it is one we must do for the good of our society."
"It is sadly, though I do not think we have enough support in the Cabinet yet, at least not from what I have gathered today." Amelia told him.
"I found similarly, although I don't think it will take much after that meeting today. All the departments have concerns, but not enough to actually come out against Fudge."
"Yes they see him as bordering on incompetent at worst, waving in the wind to curry favour at best. Either way, none of them see a long term future with him as Minister, but they currently see no clear path, especially with a lack of someone in the Chief Warlock post, so they do not want to act yet."
"That is true of the ones I spoke with as well." Amos agreed. "I had hoped that we would have had the replacement for Dumbledore in place by now, and we would have except Fudge is delaying matters. I understand that young Percy Weasley has passed all the nominations to his office, but has heard nothing since."
Amelia chuckled ironically. "I hadn't heard that yet, it certainly explains the delay, he certainly enjoys chairing the legislative sessions, though we have managed to avoid him being scheduled for the Death eater hearings. Do we know who has been nominated and if they have agreed to it?"
"No, though I suspect Sirius, and Harry have been, though I doubt that either would agree to it."
Amelia nodded. "Especially young Harry, he has enough on his plate. Both are part of my biggest investigation at present, victims not suspects. Even so, I agree, I can't see either of them agreeing to it."
Amos shrugged. "Well I suspect that Lady Longbottom is another nomination possibility, but the truth is we don't know. I think we need the Wizangamot to put pressure on him to proceed or take the task from him, Percy will have made copies of the nominations, or they can start the process again. I suspect that Fudge will cave though, he is just wielding what he thinks of as his power. After all things have not been going his way lately especially now he has lost Lucius and Delores. He is probably just trying to control something, show his supposed power."
"Perhaps!" Amelia pondered. "Of course there might be something to be said for letting him take enough rope to hang himself with, figuratively of course."
"He has had plenty of that already and seems to slip through it." Amos observed, Amelia was quiet, clearly thinking, Amos smiled, he knew that look in his colleague, he had known her long enough. "I know that look Amelia, you have an idea don't you."
"I might just have Amos." She replied then looked up at him. "We have two options, well alright, three as I see it. Worst case we forget it and leave well alone."
"Not an idea I relish." Amos observed.
"Nor I, but it is an option to consider alongside the others, after all we don't have the complete support of Cabinet yet, which is option two. We try to force the issue, but without the Chief Warlock, that is unlikely to succeed and could strengthen Fudge in the process. You know, betrayed by those who were responsible for the problems spiel, or similar." She said.
"I see what you are saying, we need this to be certain before acting."
Amelia smiled. "Precisely! So we wait, and let him do it himself, he has after all laid the bait himself."
Amos looked puzzled. "Has he?"
"Oh yes." Amelia grinned. "He is sending Delores to Hogwarts."
Amos suddenly grinned. "She is bound to overstretch, and he has given his permission in front of the whole cabinet."
Amelia nodded again. "I can almost bet she will target Harry and the Alliance, which will not go over well. She might get away with a slapped wrist a couple of times, but as she grows more frustrated she will act illegally, that is her character. Her defence will be that she had been authorised by Cornelius, and the Wizangamot will have to intervene, especially with all of us as witnesses to the instruction. Of course, he might, in the meantime, mess things up for himself and our colleagues become convinced. So long as we can have a Chief Warlock in place before then, then waiting would seem to be our best option at present."
Amos thought for a moment. "I don't see much option either, but I hate to send Harry and Ginny into that completely blind."
Amelia shook her head."He won't be, you are taking some part in his training, simply adapt it to cover dealing with controlling emotions under duress. I shall ensure he, Ginny and Susan have ways of directly contacting me and sending evidence which cannot be interfered with. I shall also have Alastor adjust his training for them, I think we need to ensure that all the Alliance students are comfortable with each other before they reach the castle. That way they all know they have people there, if Albus or Delores try a divide and rule tactic, or try to victimise any of them."
That is not a problem. "I happen to know that the department of transport have been notified by Gringotts that the Alliance Coach is required for the Hogwarts express. Only the head of department knows apart from us, and he knows that with it coming from Gringotts means no notice of it is given in advance to the Headmaster."
"Perfect, I think that is all we can do for now Amos, I am sure we shall be in touch if we think of anything else." She stood, placed her plate and glass on the table.
"Naturally Amelia!" He grinned, standing as well.
They returned to the Kitchen, where Mrs Diggory was listening to the radio. "Done?" She asked.
"Yes, at least as much as we can for now." Amelia smiled.
"Good, now how about you and Susan coming for dinner on Saturday, it seems so long since we have had a good natter." Mrs. Diggory smiled.
"Sounds perfect, I shall ask Susan, but I shall be here regardless, though I expect she would love to come." Amelia replied. "Usual time?"
"Of course, see you then." Came the reply as Amos chuckled and Amelia threw some Floo powder on the flames, stepped in, and went home.
30th July. Day 33.
Griphook had been surprised to receive an invitation to visit the Earl in his Uncles home in the evening, especially one that indicated that after a business meeting, he was to remain for a meal with the family. He was particularly surprised to receive it, knowing they had spent much of the day at Godrics Hollow. Although such a request to attend the home of an account holder was unprecedented, so far as he knew, it was one he readily accepted, he was glad he had. He had found himself as one of the main advisors to the Earl at the first meeting of the alliance, held in early in the evening at what appeared to be the library in the Black's London residence. It was an interesting gathering to say the least, it became obvious that the three families business interests had become disparate from each other, no longer working together. As a result they were not performing as well as they might, if they worked together, complimenting each other. The alliance had fragmented in the absence of the three holding families to unite them, they were not even using supplies from each other, or ordering together from outside if needed. Now under the name of Basilisk Holdings, and with the cooperation beginning to be restored between them during this meeting.
The trust was beginning to rebuild, now the family heads were talking again, while the divisions between so-called light and Dark families were healing, it was the wounds caused by Dumbledores actions that would take the longest. These splits seemed less obvious, but at least with the wards against the Dark Mark having been effective, and being applied more widely. Then those with the Mark being dealt with effectively, those families now had new Heads, or where the Heir was too young, Regents to run them. It seemed Draco had not been the only one compelled to act against their own desires, in order to protect themselves. It was in fact quite interesting to see how few mothers had taken the Mark where their husbands had, and how few Heirs had taken it. From those in the Alliance, it would seem that Riddle had very few resources left to draw on now, having lost the allegiance of so many families from within the Alliance. The Earl had given Griphook permission to report back to his father about anything that he believed necessary to prepare the Goblin nation. Harry had told those attending that their relationship with the bank would be one of mutual trust. Griphook and Harry knew this was the start, but the removal of the divisions caused by Riddle, would help rebuild trust within the group, help strengthen them to heal the less obvious divisions.
By the end of the meeting they had agreed to the consolidation of the holdings, just as Harry had requested back at the bank. Those in the magical world would be overseen by the alliance families, Griphook would see to those in the Muggle world. Each company would be audited and any anomalies investigated then corrected, only then would the two parts be fully consolidated. Once done, over all management would be once again centralised with each individual business's managers reporting up. This would be simple with the companies owned in the magical world, the families were the managers which made communication easier. Harry had also announced that they would all be receiving invitations to the society events of the families, and he looked forward to seeing them there. All the families would leave happier than when they had arrived, most having arranged to meet separately to arrange mutually beneficial supply chains. It was in the Muggle world where things would be more complicated, where they could not expect them to see the Alliance as more than just a business.
Griphook had already begun investigating the Muggle firm's, he could report that most would be simple to deal with and were cooperative, however there was one company in particular that he anticipated may be a problem. The director of it had resisted all and any enquiries so far, had failed to respond to all enquiries. Griphook advised more direct action take place, they all agreed when the Earl suggested that they give the Goblins the authority to take whatever action was needed, earning the respect of the Goblin. So many humans shied away from these unpleasant decisions, but not this young man, and he had inspired the others to agree. He didn't even ask which company it was, simply stated it must be forced to fall in line. The Goblin knew the next day was Harry's birthday just enough time to arrange things, it would be a wonderful way to mark the event.
Shortly after, the meeting ended, and the family representatives left, each reassured that although there was a difficult couple of weeks ahead, the result would benefit them all. Once all had left, Harry and Ginny led Griphook to the dining room for dinner with the family.
They had resumed discussing their various activities, including the Horcruxes and the various theories about what they might be. Griphook explained that they believed that the one which had been in Harry's scar had been placed their accidentally, the night his parents had been killed. They thought the Diary that Ginny had been given before her first year had probably been the first that Riddle had created. It along with the cup of Hufflepuff, gave them a clue to the possible nature of the other objects. The Goblin researchers believed that, after they had managed to identify how many there were separate from Riddle himself, the items were likely to be things that were significant to either his own family, or to the founders.
"Thanks to you both revealing who he really was we have been able to track his parentage, which has given us some clues on items from his Family." The Goblin told them. "The Riddles were Muggles, so although they were wealthy, it is thought unlikely he would pick something from that line of his family. However, his Mother was a witch, and we have discovered he inherited that family vault when he became the last of the line. The vault was empty and maintained as they were descendants of both Slytherin and one of the Peverell brothers, the Gaunt Family."
Ginny looked puzzled. "I have never heard the Gaunt Family, but by the Peverell Brothers, do you mean the Tale of the Three Brothers? The story in the Tales of Beedle the Bard?"
"Yes, direct descendants of Cadmus, if I remember rightly." Griphook agreed.
It was Harry's turn to be lost. "Sorry, but the Tale of the Three Brothers? The Tales of Beedle the Bard? Never heard of them."
"Wizarding children's stories, there is probably more than one copy in the Library Harry." Bella assured him. "I doubt any child raised in this side of Britain will be unfamiliar with them, I expect they were read to you by your parents, but you were too young to know."
He nodded and Griphook continued. "The Gaunt family were paupers and quite in bred by the time his mother was born, they had one heirloom left in the family, a ring passed down the male line. It has been missing since the death of Riddle's Grandfather and Uncle, there are no know reports of him being seen wearing it. We believe that this may be one of the objects he has used, though until we find it we cannot be certain of course. As to the others, there are a number of possibilities, including objects associated with the founders, though we have ruled out the Sword of Gryffindor already. We have dealt with the one in our vaults, which was contained in the cup of Hufflepuff already, as you know. That leaves the diadem of Ravenclaw, which has been missing for centuries, and Slytherin's Locket, which again has been missing for many years. Even though that leaves one we have yet to identify, we must find and destroy all of them for Riddle to truly die."
Kreacher paused in his movement as he heard the last sentence. "Account manager Griphook can guarantee such an object will be destroyed?"
Griphook tilted his head curiously. "I would Kreacher."
The Elf popped away, but was back before anyone could react, he grasped a locket in his hands, the chain dangling from his fingers. "Master Regulus died retrieving this and disobeyed the Dark Lord to rescue Kreacher at the same time. He ordered that I did everything I could to destroy this, but I have not been able to obey and have repeatedly punished myself for that failure."
He placed the Golden locket, on the table, in front of Griphook, there was no doubt it was once the property of Slytherin, the serpentine. "S." Filled with green jewels on the lid told them that.
The Goblin looked at the Elf. "You shall fulfil the order Kreacher, you shall destroy this Horcrux that has tortured you. You shall be released from the pain you feel this night and accomplish what your old Master commanded."
"Only if Master allows." Kreacher responded.
Sirius didn't hesitate. "Of course you must Kreacher, go with Griphook, take the locket, my brother would be proud of you, as am I for your loyalty."
Kreacher bowed and stood a little taller when he rose again.
Griphook nodded. "If you will excuse me, my apologies for leaving early, but I believe you will agree that this needs to be dealt with sooner rather than later, Kreacher shall return before morning."
They all agreed and Kreacher once again held the locket as he and Griphook left to Floo to the bank.
The meal ended soon after that and Dobby arrived with a copy of the Tales of Beedle the Bard for Harry, which he read once he returned to his and Ginny's lounge with Neville and Draco. Bella and Narcissa were deep in planning mode for the events, discussing ideas now they had seen the venue. After a while, during which he had enjoyed a Brandy slowly, Sirius left them to it and joined his Nephews and god-daughter rather than get dragged into their discussions.
"You three do realise our lives will not be our own now they have got into full planning mode." He grinned, interrupting them, as he entered Harry and Ginny's lounge, where the three were discussing the tales now Harry had read them.
"If I know mother, it is best to leave them to it." Draco advised. "They will come and tell you what they have arranged, best to make a list of anything you want including and leave it where she will find it. If you are lucky, she will include it."
Harry chuckled. "I hope they remember to consult the elves, they know a couple of things we want including, like the fair and lake cruises."
"Not to mention the trains running, one of the elves mentioned they are creating a new locomotive to celebrate your return and our bonding. It's based on another real loco, they say it will be the biggest on the line and the most powerful, it should be ready for the event." Ginny added with a smile. " Its one Jonesy found a picture of, and he has always wanted to try to drive, he is looking forward to testing it."
"I heard, but I should have thought it would take longer to build one of those engines." Harry was surprised.
"Magic probably." Draco pointed out. "Did the elf say if the engine in his picture had a name?"
"Earl Marischal." Ginny replied.
"Ah!" Said Draco, none the wiser, he looked to Neville, who had stayed for the meeting and the meal, he shrugged as well.
"So what's the place like then?" Neville asked, changing the subject, although he was intrigued by what they had said so far. "Sounds like you found the venue."
Harry nodded. "I think so, it is a large enough house and the grounds are big."
"Big!" Draco exclaimed a grin on his face. "The place is enormous, I bet your Gran will remember it Nev."
Ginny smiled. "There are a couple of sets of greenhouses, including a tropical one as well as lots of gardens, and a conservatory. The Elves produce all the plants needed on the estate from them, including food and potions ingredients, I think you would find it really interesting, Neville."
Neville looked wide-eyed. "Wow, that does sound interesting, any chance of visiting it Harry? I probably won't get chance to take time in them on the day of the event."
Harry grinned. "I have no doubt that we shall be going before then, you will be more than welcome."
They took the time to describe the Abbey to him, then conversation turned to pranks as Sirius regaled them with tales of the marauders. It was noticeable that there were no interruptions from the Order, the family had an enjoyable evening at last, enhanced further with the arrival of a very happy Kreacher, proud that he had achieved his task.
31st July. Day 34.
It was in the early hours of the morning, that a team of Goblins and Humans gathered. Shortly after, the overnight security guard unlocked the gates of the works, and allowed one female worker to walk in, leaving the gate open ready for the day. Apart from the guard and the woman, few staff would arrive in the next hour, mostly the cleaners for the offices. The rest of the staff would arrive after that including the secretaries and finally the administrators, managers and departmental directors by nine. None of that worried the team, they had all the appropriate paperwork and legal authorities to gain access to the building and records regardless of the staff. They were of course expecting difficulties from the main director when he arrived, by which time their investigation should be well under way and beyond his ability to interfere. They had already frozen the companies accounts, having taken control of all monies and other holdings they knew of so far and merged them with those of the new parent body. The company had effectively been seized, they now controlled what was known of the firm, they were now going to take full control of it, and investigate everything closely. They already had circumstantial evidence from the Muggle bank accounts, that there had been some suspicious activity within it, and the Director had not replied to any correspondence.
Positioned with easy access to the Motorway that skirted the town, it was not a particularly large looking building from the front. The four-story brick built office block overlooking the car park behind the gate that had just been opened hid the works behind. The team were assembled over the road under a notice me not charm, which would disparate as soon as they moved to carry out their task. The factory itself was divided into different sections, each one producing a different type of the company's products. They already knew that as well as the offices in the block, each production department ha an office of its own within it, where records of orders, materials, productions, and personnel were kept. There was only one entrance, though later in the day the fire exits would be used by the staff as shortcuts, but they knew all the workforce entered by this front door each morning. In total the firm employed around a thousand people, in different roles ranging from cleaners and machine operators, to designers and technicians on the shop floor, with administrators and sales personnel in the offices. There was even a substantial maintenance department which could repair everything from the building, fixtures and fittings, to the production machinery and computer systems. The stores held raw materials and finished product, as well as tools and spares for all the needs of the factory. The products made were used by a variety of customers, from oil rigs and construction companies, to laboratories and Dentists, they could be found in DIY shops and Model shops, even archaeologists used a type of what was produced here. The diversity of product was surprising to most, who did not realise there were so many uses for the product and each had to be designed specifically for the task. This was a company wealthy in resources and in expertise, it would be a good asset which the owner wanted to be retrieved.
Griphook led the team confidently through the gate, into the forecourt of the company, where the car park for the office staff was. The security guard called at them to stop, which they ignored, he followed them through the door into the building. The woman he had let in turned to look, at who had entered so early, from behind the reception desk to the side of the lobby. There was an office behind the desk, and three sets of double doors leading from the lobby to different parts of the plant. The receptionist had only partly removed her coat when she turned to look at them, showing a momentary look of shock at seeing the two dozen arrivals, but recovered quickly.
"May I help you? I'm afraid that no one else, but us are here yet." She asked calmly, sliding her coat off and placing it on the back of the reception chair.
"I believe you, may be able to, yes." Griphook responded. "We are here to audit and repossess this company and all its assets on behalf of the rightful owner. You are to give my staff every assistance, to begin with we require all internal doors be unlocked in order that we may begin work."
"I am not sure that I have the authority to do that." She replied, obviously concerned. "However if you take a seat I shall contact my boss." She picked up the phone, just as the security guard pushed his way through to stand next to her.
"Wait a moment Milly, if these gentlemen are here legally we should check their authority before bothering him, you know how bad-tempered the boss can be if we disturb him at home." He suggested.
Milly nodded. "Good idea Bert." She replaced the receiver. "Do you have any written authority sir."
"Mr. Weasley, if you would please." Griphook requested.
Bill stepped forward and placed papers on the desk and began pointing out the important parts, turning the pages as necessary. "Here are the deeds of ownership, the notarized papers from the owner, authorising our actions today, the contract we have with the rightful owner, our authority to inspect all accounts, records on both paper and any electronic ones. The instructions to the directors, management, and staff to cooperate fully with us from the lawful owner."
Bert let out a breath, looked at them and smiled. "Welcome to Grunnings gentlemen, we shall assist in any way possible."
Harry loved waking next to Ginny, it was, he thought, one of the most wonderful things to do. As was usual, since they had begun sharing a bed, he woke first, and laid contentedly relishing the warmth of her proximity under the covers. It was never more than half an hour before she woke, gently sliding to him and cuddling into him, her hand stroking his skin gently as his snaked around her to caress her in return. Since that first night, this had become part of their morning routine, waking in the comfort of each other's nudity. They often walked round in their rooms sans clothes. Both of course enjoyed the sight of the other naked, and although there had been some embarrassment at first, they followed the advice of the portrait of Harry's grandmother and quickly overcame it. They now were very comfortable with their own nudity in their own company, even if interrupted by Dobby or Winky. It had the added bonus that it had stopped Narcissa trying to catch them unaware in their suite, after she walked in on them one morning, as they were sat naked on the sofa. An incident Bella had not let her sister forget and that Draco and Sirius found hilarious. After getting over her initial embarrassment, Narcissa had described Ginny as one hell of a lucky witch and stated that if James was anywhere near it, she could see why her cousin was so attracted to him. All of them now waited to be acknowledged, after knocking, before entering the rooms. All of them except Tonks that is, who took great delight in teasing the couple by trying to. "Cop a glimpse". As she put it grinning widely, whenever she stayed in the house.
The mischievous Metamorphmagus had, thus far, failed in her endeavour, largely thanks to the two Elves giving the couple a warning when she was on the way, but then she claimed most of the fun was in the attempts themselves. Which seemed to be true, she would often joyously tell them all of how she thought she had been foiled by the couple, the three of them, plus Dobby and Winky, treated it as a game. Harry and Ginny were comfortable with it, knowing that Tonks affections lay elsewhere, though a certain werewolf could not understand why she felt as she did.
This morning, as she cuddled Harry in the bed she looked into his eyes and whispered. "Happy Birthday my love." Then giggled at the look of surprise on his face. "You forgot what day it is, didn't you."
Nodding he gave her a lopsided, rueful grin. "Well it's not like the Dursley's ever noticed it, so I tend to forget it, that way I was never disappointed."
Ginny scowled at the mention of the Dursley's, she always did and, although she realised it had made Harry the man he was, she hated what they had done to him. She knew more now, about how they had treated him, than anyone else who had not been there during those years. Whilst it hurt her deeply, she knew they could not hurt him again and took comfort in that. Even so, it certainly didn't mean she hadn't thought up new and interesting ways of teaching them a lesson they would not forget. She smiled at him and said. "This year you are with real family for the first time, people who care and know how to celebrate. Your birthday is important, it's going to be a special day."
"It already is special, I woke up next to you Gin." He replied.
Her hands travelled lower down his body in response. "Right answer." She grinned.
An hour later the couple left their rooms, satisfied smiles on their faces. The rest of the family were awaiting their arrival, in the dining room. It was a Black family tradition, that breakfast was not served on family members Birthday's until they were sat at the table if they were in the house. Sirius was pacing impatiently. Bella was laughing at his excitement and preventing him from going too near to the door, in case the couple came through in a rush and hit him with it, using the excuse that he was not to disturb them. Again he was headed for the door, Bella stood in his way and steered him so his back was to it.
"No Sirius, let Ginny give him her present, before they join us." She again implored, grinning both at the innuendo she had made, and the fact that for once Sirius was completely missing it.
Sirius grunted, frustrated. "Well I hope he unwraps it quickly." He huffed, not noticing the door was opening behind him and ignoring the fact that his wife and her sister had burst into laughter, whilst Draco had groaned in disbelief and put his head in his hands, smirking.
" As usual, I didn't need unwrapping, Sirius." Ginny grinned cheekily.
The man whirled round sharply. "Oh good you're both here, hurry up and sit down Harry, Happy Birthday by the way, now come on, I'm starving." Whether it was his brain catching up with what Ginny had said, or the laughter from his godson, wife and Cousin, that made him stop even Sirius couldn't say, but stop he did. "What do you mean you didn't need unwrapping, I meant your present."
Draco couldn't control his hilarity any more and burst out laughing, while Narcissa shook her head and sighed. "Oh Sirius."
Bella smirked again and took his arm, guiding him to his seat, speaking as someone does to a child. "Well dear, you see, when a boy and a girl love each other very much they like to do things that shows how much they are in love."
"But what's that got to …." He began then paused.
They could all could see the penny slowly drop as comprehension slowly dawned on him, and his face redden with embarrassment his mouth formed a long, soundless. "Oh!"
"Poor old soul." Narcissa laughed. "How the memory fades as the years pass by, don't worry Sirius, we shan't put you in the dogs home just yet."
Everyone was laughing heartily at Sirius discomfort. "All right." He huffed. "Just hurry up and sit down Harry, then we can eat."
This only increased their laughter, until Harry took pity on his God father and took his seat. With a pop Kreacher, Dobby and Winky appeared and served breakfast, as the others too sat at the table.
Harry looked round the table as he ate, today would be a day to remember, the first time he looked forward to a birthday with his family that he could recall. He smiled softly, the day had certainly had a memorable beginning.
The Gringotts team swiftly spread throughout the building, especially the offices, following Bert the security man, who unlocked every door for them. Bill had briefed the receptionist, and the department heads were instructed on arrival to go to the Directors' office to wait. All other staff were to be given a letter explaining what they needed to do, and the consequences of failing to cooperate with the inspectors. Griphook took over the Directors office, he asked for sufficient chairs to be placed in it for the upper management team and sat behind the desk. Once Bill joined him, they began a search of the files in this and the outer office, a task eased with the arrival of the Directors secretary, who was only too willing to help. She quickly produced a number of files which they would have found eventually, but her assistance quickly gave them valuable evidence.
A fairly clear picture of the inner workings of the company was put together within an hour, but work to find out every snippet of information continued. A detailed audit of the company activities was being put together, as the staff continued to arrive, by nine o clock, only the self-styled Director was absent and the heads of department were being interviewed. As progress continued and work was being completed Griphook, who was settled into the Directors' office compiling all the reports from his team and ensuring records were made, so he could report back fully. The department heads had revealed that Grunnings had bought other, smaller, businesses. They now waited outside this office, while small teams which he had sent, to investigate other holdings of Grunnings especially any bought since the director took over, were similarly audited. As well as assets in the companies name, they discovered some in the name of the Director. It seemed the man had invested in some sound businesses and some good properties, which was a mark in his favour. He had, however, used company money to fund his lifestyle and investments in his own name, taking the earnings for himself. He had used company money to fund the lifestyle of his family, their holidays, cars, possessions, even the house they lived in. Not only had he paid for his son to attend an expensive school, but he had also made substantial donations to it, and to its scholarship fund, all from money that belonged to the firm.
The moment the Muggle Banks had opened every one of those assets was transferred to the company, accounts for the earnings were closed and moved to company ownership. Even after the recovery of these assets, there was still a substantial amount outstanding, a debt that would be repaid.
At Half past Nine, the Director arrived in his car, got out then, ignoring all around him as was his custom, he walked into the building and up to his office.
Two minutes before, with individual interviews complete, Griphook had summoned the heads of department into the office. Each of them had been very cooperative with the investigation and cheerfully took seats in the room ready to make their report to each other. They had just settled into their seats and were listening to Griphook giving out some instructions, when the door opened again.
The Director opened his door and was stunned to find his chair occupied, by a short person who was issuing orders. This individual was flanked by a red head and another man, who were sifting papers into files and relaying instructions to others, who pushed past him once they had been dismissed, to carry them out.
"What is the meaning of this?" He demanded angrily.
Only his heads of department looked round, the men behind his desk continued with what they were doing. He was about to repeat his demand when the short person in his chair spoke, without looking up.
"Close the door and take a seat, we shall begin this meeting in a moment at the appropriate time during which, you shall have our attention."
"You shall give me your attention this instant, you are in my seat." The director bellowed, moving to stand in front of the desk, trying to intimidate the man in his chair.
"Then sit in another and learn patience, if you wish to keep a job in this company Dursley." The man still had not looked up from the papers he was studying.
"I beg your Pardon." Dursley said in a dangerous tone.
"Granted, now sit." Griphook calmly instructed.
Dursley tried to work out what had been granted, but couldn't so tried again. "What do you mean granted you imbecile, what have you granted?" He fumed.
"Your pardon, Dursley, as you requested. Now stop wasting my time, and wait until I indicate that I can attend to you, we are rather busy."
Vernon was seething and barely noticed the red haired man handing the folders back to his management team, who he now noticed were sat in the room. Confident they would back him, he backed off from this infuriating man, but remained standing. Another short man entered the room, bringing papers which he gave to the man in the chair, who glanced at them. "Ah good, those will be most useful, it is as we thought though." He turned to the five heads of department, ignoring Dursley who was stood to the side. "Right Gentlemen, let us begin, I have read your reports and papers, most interesting. Now I wish to hear your assessments, please be full and frank in what you say."
Vernon was left standing whilst the people he had employed and promoted, spoke about their departments, all of them apparently happy to tell these people about confidential matters they were privy too. How dare these people betray him in this way, he had entrusted them, was it too much to ask them to be loyal to him, how could they betray him and his company like this. Every time he tried to put a stop to this débâcle the man in his chair told him to be silent. "You shall have your chance shortly Dursley." or "Please await your turn Dursley." He was told by the short figure in the luxurious leather chair.
Eventually, it was his turn, the short figure turned to him. "Now Dursley, we come to you. I understand you have been responsible for finances here as well as assuming over all responsibility, it is now your turn to explain your actions in these areas, if you can. Speak!"
The Managers chuckled at the implications, Vernon ignored the traitors, he would show them, he remained defiant.
"I have no clue who you are or what you think your business here is, nor do I know how you convinced my staff to divulge my companies confidences. You have precisely sixty seconds to leave, or I shall call the police to have you removed." He demanded.
The man in his chair chuckled. "You are in no position to make demands or issue threats. Now are you going to explain your actions regarding this company?"
"I am attempting to run my company." Vernon retorted frustrated.
"I was unaware you owned a company Dursley, that shall be most useful in your efforts to repay what you have taken from this one. Details of the company you own will be added to the assets of this firm, along with any other property you own, to that end. It is, after all, quite a large sum you must repay."
Dursley exploded. "How dare you, this is my company, how can I owe it a penny, it is all mine to do with as I wish." He bellowed loudly.
"You are mistaken Dursley on both counts." Griphook replied with the confidence of a man absolutely certain of his facts.
"The evidence is in my files in my desk, this whole business is ridiculous, I'll sue the lot of you."
Griphook sifted a few papers in front of him. "You must mean this document here Dursley?" He held up a document.
"Yes that's it, the transfer of ownership to me, all signed and sealed. Now perhaps we shall get some sense from you, before you leave." Dursley stated triumphantly.
"Indeed I have not been giving anything other than sense Dursley." Griphook smiled speaking as if teaching a child a simple lesson it wasn't grasping. "Tell me, how can someone who was not, nor has ever been the owner of this company sign a document giving it away, legally? This is part of our evidence of fraud within this branch of the real owners' portfolio, if you have a problem with that, take it up with Dumbledore, it was he who signed this worthless contract with you."
Seeing Dursley silenced for the moment, Griphook then held up other papers. "These documents show the true ownership of this company, all holdings in its name including this building, various other local properties, lands, businesses and investments, including the house you live in Dursley."
"What?" Dursley bellowed in shock, falling back into a chair that was suddenly behind him.
His colleagues smirked at Vernon's action.
"Ah good, you have sat at last." Griphook growled. "Now Dursley let me introduce myself, I am Griphook, account manager at Gringotts Bank, representative of the true owner of this company. We are here because you refused to acknowledge your employers requests for cooperation, necessitating our visit today with a full team, of investigators. We have now conducted a full audit of this company and discovered your activities, diverting the company assets and cash. The documentation we have gathered will help form a case against the person who gave you false title to this company, he will face prosecution. However, having thoroughly scrutinised the accounts, there are a number of matters we need to discuss with you."
From that moment on began the longest day of Vernon's life, a day only interrupted by a frantic call from Petunia, panicking about the audit of their home.
Authors Notes:
My usual thanks to all who have read, reviewed, followed and/or favourited this story. My thanks also to those of you who have sent good wishes to me, my treatments continue and my recovery progresses steadily, your support is much appreciated. It is a long haul, but heading in the right direction.
I hope you enjoy this latest chapter. Best wishes to you all.
Until next time.
Tgfoy