P.I.S.S.O.F.F.
Ch 11
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Greengrass. That is how she thought of herself, Heiress Greengrass. She knew that she was destined to Marry to continue the Line. Malfoy had been hinting that his Father had made arrangements for them to be married by their seventh year. She was hoping that Potter would be approachable for her to mention the Contract…
She was having an 'okay' day. Malfoy was his annoying self, as was Weasley. The Twins had smacked their younger brother about, but the real show was Granger, as she put the walking compost heap in his place, before the entire Hall, not just the School, but the whole visiting contingent as well.
The morning had come and gone, as the Student Body had regrouped for Lunch. She was a bit surprised that the White dressed School had grown to include Granger, and the Announcer of the Quidditch Games. She was thinking about asking if she and Tracy could join the Potter Academy, if only to get away from the jerks in School.
Malfoy was waiting for Potter to show so He could verbally assault the Gryffindork. Daph, smirked, knowing that Potter was no longer a Gryff, but a Pi guy. Watching him take to the white hair tosser down would be a most delightful showing. The two goons were busy feeding themselves, as was Weasley. Pansy was holding Court close enough to back Malfoy as needed, but away from the circus that was coming.
Just as she had finished her food, as was contemplating a cup of fruit ambrosia, an Owl dropped from the rafters, to offer her two scrolls. As she inspected the seals, before touching them, she gasped seeing the Gringotts emblem. Taking the scrolls, she thanked the owl, who bobbed its head, sipped her punch, and returned to the rafters. As it flew away, she noticed it was not alone. One from the Hufflepuffs table, and one from the Gryffindor's...wearing a face of pudding, it was trying to lick its beak as it flapped to the ceiling.
She popped the first scroll, scanning it, feeling Tracy vibrate beside her in curiosity.
Marriage contract...Potter… Continuation
Optional generational Skip buy
Meeting next week between House Greengrass and Potter
All Questions to Headmaster Black of P.I.S.S.O.F.F.
Daph blinked twice, before passing the scroll to Tracy. As her Half-Blood friend read the scroll, she popped the seal on the other scroll. Scanning it, her blood turned to ice.
Marriage contract...Black… Concubine
Meeting next week between House Greengrass and Black
All Questions to Headmaster Black of P.I.S.S.O.F.F.
"As soon as you are done eating, Trace, We are going to see Headmaster Black." Snarled Greengrass.
"Good thing I am done then." Tracy Davis stood, stepping away from the bench, "We have much to talk to the 'Good' Headmaster about." Greengrass not half a step behind her.
The two T'Witchs exited the Hall, and climbed to the Fourth Floor, where the Medical Wing was.
As they entered the Wing, they noticed the circle of three White Robed Wizards snickering at the foot of the foot of a bed two from the Nurse's office. As they approached, they noticed the occupant was bound to the bed, his hair had exploded, and was coloured like a Clown's afro, as his nose had taken on a likeness of Snapes, and he was cackling under a silence shield as a couple of ostrich feathers tickled his feet. Medi-Witch stood over the bed, her face a mix sadistic glee and motherly concern.
"Now, Who started this?" the Nurse demanded, her hands on her hips.
The twins pointed at the man strapped to the bed.
Lee snorted, "Black cast the first spell, and if he had been using his wand, we would not have stood a chance. Only because he was using a mismatched wand were we able to dodge, but you got here before we could return fire. And Judging by what you did to him, We are happy that you got here first, or we would find ourselves in a similar position as the Headmaster."
Poppy snorted, "Be elsewhere." the trio split. As the Matron turned to the girls, "And what do you two want?"
"Madam Pomfrey." Greengrass bowed her head, "We have need to talk to the Headmaster. Both on a School matter, and on a House Matter."
Poppy gave them both a hard look, before a flick of her wand stripped the Headmaster of the Bindings and Feathers, but left the afro, allowing the shield to fail. "Okay, but no hexing him, as he is full of Potions, and any magic use by him or on him could disrupt the matrix within him." the wand on the floor snapped to her hand as she returned to her office.
The two witchlings sat on the bed by the office, facing Black as he stood, straightening his bathrobe, and sat on the bed.
"You asked to see me?" He drawled. Daphne passed the two scrolls to the Wizard. He read them, "Ookay." he drawled, drawing out the vowels, "Well, I have some good news, and some bad. While this Contract to House Black was forced through by Lord Malfoy, in the purview of you, by Name, marrying his spawn, that is no longer the case. By the time House Black and Greengrass met to finalize terms, House Malfoy will no Longer have legal ties to House Black. My Heir will see to that. As he has taken up not only the Heir Ring, but Lordship as well, you are now and forever free of Malfoy by Contract. Unfortunately, you will either have to pass the Heirship to your sister, or buy the Skip." He Grinned, "The Contract with Potter is for the Heiress, and if you are married to Black, Potter will need to be…"
"Why are you grinning?" Tracy growled, while Greengrass was thinking that she was free of Malfoy.
"That is because I know who Lord Black is." the old 'Dog' grinned. "Malfoy overstepped himself in crafting that contract. You will need to take your future Husband in hand, and most likely share him with a few other Witches. James had to buy off House Bones, and as your Father had no sisters, when he decided to marry Evens. It was a big mess, but he loved her from first year, and she loved him from sixth…" He sighed dreamily, before focusing on the girls before him. "And you Miss." Locking eyes with Davis, "What are you here for?"
The two witches frowned, before answering, "One minute." Greengrass forced her mind through the hoops the 'Headmaster' had laid before her. "Lord Black, you say." Black nodded, a smug look on his mug. "As you are the only Black in magical Britain, that means you have passed the title off." Tracy's eyes grew wide, "As it is not Malfoy, by your words, no matter what he is saying, that would mean…"
Black just smirked.
"Auntie told us Mister Black was best friends with none other than…" Tracy hissed, "Lord Potter. Remember how she kept saying 'there was no way that Dog would turn on Potter'."
Sirius barked a laugh. "She would know. She had me chasing my tail for a time, before Cyrus cast his spell on her heart, and Amy took up my leash."
Daphne glared at the Wizard, "Are you making a joke?"
The wizard in a rainbow afro rippled into a massive dog, it's coat matching the afro, colour and massive curls. He barked, before shifting back. "My second favorite joke. Yes, I am a dog. The worst I will do is slobber on you." the grin faded, "You were getting somewhere?"
"Best friends with Potter…" Greengrass whispered as the colour drained from her face, "You son of a bitch!"
"Yes." Black smirked, "Yes I am. She was a vile hag of a woman."
Daphne turned to Tracy, "I am double contracted to Potter, and have Bones along as well. If I don't hand the Heirship to Tori, we will have to buy the Skip. If I do pass off the Heirship, my Husband gets both Daughters of Greengrass. That does not include Granger, or knowing his luck…"
"Do Not go there." hissed Tracy.
Black snickered.
"Headmaster Black." Greengrass turned back to afro'd wizard. "We patision to join your School. We are not safe in our House; Me because of my status as Heiress, Tracy for her Blood-status. Malfoy is getting just too close the line. His Father has bought the correct tongues in the Ministry, he has cast the killing curse before 'proper wizards' before anything will be done."
"Okay, I will accept you two, but the niceties must be met. I will need you have your folks sign the paperwork. Winky!" am elf in a dress, while worn, was clean and neat, and a tea towel wimple around her ears, appeared at Black's knee. "I will need two Change of School forms. And a list of PI supplies they will need to acquire." the Elf bobbed a nod and vanished.
That was as far as they got, due to afternoon classes.
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The Sun was setting as Potter returned to the Castle, having come through the Floo to the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmead, with a quick stop at the sweet shop, and the Book store, before climbing to the Castle. As they entered the Great Hall, all noise died away.
"Mister Potter!" Albus called out from his place at the head table. "Where have you been?"
"Ah, Mister Dumbledor." Harry called back, as Lupin joined Black and the rest of the white robed students at the Gryffindor table, "The Deputy Headmaster and I were seeing to a few School Matters. We had hoped to be back by Lunch, but were attacked by a Toad, and ended up cooling our heels in the DMLE."
"The Correct form to address me in these Halls is 'Professor' or 'Headmaster'." The old man smiled gently at the lad.
"If I was a student here, I would agree. As my Host, calling me out before the full Hall…" Harry let his thoughts fade, "Besides, the Correct form to address me, while not your student is Lord Potter."
The whole of Hogwarts gasped.
"Now, Sir, if I may, get to dinner, it has been a long day, and I skipped breakfast and missed lunch."
Albus waved him on.
As Harry sat, the Hall took to whispering. Harry nodded to Granger and Jordan, who had joined them in white robes, as he filled his plate. Topics about him were plans for the coming year, as the white robes were unbound by their old class plan.
Just as Harry was finishing his meal, a voice he had been expecting, but not looking forward to, made itself known.
"Hey Scarhead. Where were you today? Find a hole crawl away into?" The whole Hall went quiet.
Harry took his time, wiping his mouth and hands before looking at the twins. "Oh Look, Dinner and a Show." he snarked as he slowly stood, and stepped clear of the bench. "Ah, Scion Malfoy. I was wondering when you were going to show yourself. I thought I made it clear, I am now Lord Potter, Of House Potter." He glared at the blond peacock, "Now do you have something witty to prattle? Or are you just strutting about?"
"You have No Right to talk to that way about me!" Malfoy lost his sneer.
"I Do." Harry grinned. "When you tell you Father about this, please do tell him that House Black thanks him for his services, but they are no longer needed. We are having the Older Daughter of Black take over as Proxy." He waited as the Hall gasped.
Draco blinked twice, "What do you mean, House Black?" He drew himself up, "I am heir to Black, as my Mother is the only Black not…" his eyes flickered to the 'Visiting' Headmaster.
"Yes, Cissy was the only Daughter." Harry reached out and patted Draco on the shoulder, "But before he passed, Lord Arcturus named His Eldest Grandson his Heir. While Orion had disowned the lad, publicly, Lord Black had quietly named him Heir, and wrote the Wills to prove it. He Allowed Lord Malfoy to proxy for him as he could not abide the collective stupidity of the Ministry. His words. Now, while Sirius never took up the Ring, he was Lord Black as the Ministry never gave him a trial. When He was named my Godfather, he had named me Heir to all that he owned. With the death of Lord Arcturus in '91, Sirius became Lord, unclaimed. Then the Bastardly mutt decided to dodge the duties of the Head Of House, by passing it onto His heir." Harry paused as he watched Draco's eyes as he followed the trail laid before him.
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"Hey Scarhead. Where were you today? Find a hole crawl away into?"
Daphne's head snapped up. Her Face freezing as she drew on her 'Ice Queen' persona.
"Oh, Dinner and a Show!" hissed Tracey. Only for Potter to parrot her a second later.
As the short slender seeker stood up to the Poncy Peacock, Tori scurried to her sister's side. As the facts spilled from Potter's mouth, Daphne decided that now was the time to stand for her House, and for herself. "Tori, I will need to speak with you tonight in the Dorms. I have already written Father and Mother. Tracey, look after her." She stood, and ghosted up behind the two lads, just Potter was winding down.
"... by passing it to His heir."
Draco shivered. "You Lie!" He bellowed, going for his wand. Only to stop when Daphne poked her wand under his ear.
"Now, Malfoy." Daphne projected to the whole Hall, "I only just found a way out of your reach, that did not end with your blood on my robes. Do not make me revisit those plans." Her cold voice causing shivers to run down the spines of many males nearby. "Now, tuck your tail between your legs, shout your threat, and scamper back to your little hidey hole under Snape's robes."
"My Father Will be hearing of this!" the Blond swung about, and with an air of Victory, strode from the Hall.
"Ah, you ruined the best part." Potter whined, "Now Snape won't come over and try to take points and give me detention!"
"Would not work," Greengrass sighed, "You are no longer a Student here at Hogwarts."
"I Know." He smiled, "That was what so funny about it." he sobered, "You must be Greengrass." He held out his hand, palm up, and she laid her on it, he kissed her knuckles. "Thanks to Lord Malfoy, we are Contracted. That places you, and your sister I am told, under the Protection of Potter and Black. Any slight to your Honor or safety, please call on me, if only to watch you teach them the error of their ways." He pulled a black walnut box from a pocket in robes. "A token of our Interest. I ask that you wear it at least until the talks are complete." it opened to reveal a jet black pearl, the size of a pea set in platinum, a ring.
Looking at the ring, "And the others?" She inquired.
"Others?" the look of confusion on his face was so cute.
"Headmaster Black said something about another Contract and a Skip…" She picked the box from his palm, waving her wand over it, then nodded and handed it back, to pluck the ring from said box, and place it on her left middle finger.
"Oh. That." Harry nodded, "I was going to talk to them in private, unless they approach me in public like you did."
"Really Potter?" He turned as the busty Bones stepped up, "Not going to have your guard Weasel run us off?"
"Twins," Harry called out over his shoulder, "Sit on your brother, for me. He has somethings to answer for." He turned back to the strawberry blond, "Heir Bones. Mister Weasley had no right to interfere in House Potter business, as I have told your Aunt, when I saw her today. Do you want to decus this here before the Full Hall, or would you prefer a private talk, say; you, a friend, and your Head of House, with me and my Headmaster?"
Bones frowned, "Trying to get alone? You boys all think alike." she smiled, "We will talk later." she bounced away.
"So, Pup, if all say yes… how many are you looking at?" Headmaster Black stood, and stepped around to drape an arm over Harry's shoulders.
"Lupin counted five."
"I am so proud." the old wizard grin down on his friend's son...just before said lad drove a fist into his gut.
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The Gryffindor common room was packed full as everybody talking about had happened at dinner and what it meant for the 'Red and Gold', Hogwarts, and the Magical British Empire.
Everybody was surprised when McGonagall and Hooch entered the room. Potter, Black, Lupin, and the Twins following along. Hooch blew her whistle to call attention to them.
"Okay everybody. Potter has asked to address the House, some last minute business, he says." McGonagall waved to lad in white who was standing before the fireplace.
"Okay, I made some promises. I am not able to keep some of them." Harry began, "First, I can no longer lead this House's Team, as I am no longer on the Team. But seeing that possibility, I chose the best Tactician and quiditch fanatic that can ride a broom in our House, as my Second." He pulled a pin from his pocket, as he stepped in front of Ron Weasley. "Ron. I am counting on you to lead this Team to Victory. Refill the vacancies on the roster, and train them to be their best… just don't go Olie on them." the room chuckled.
Harry returned to the Fireplace. "Second piece of business. Seeker Weasley." He grinned at Ginny, "Many have joked about you riding my broom." that caught a few titters, "But alas, I am taking my broom with me. But not to leave the Team in the Lurch…" Lupin passed him a black leather case. Setting the case on the coffee table, and opening to show… a Nimbus 2000. "I was in the Shop to buy a few things today, and saw they had this. I thought you could use it, and it's first owner would most likely prefer it being used rather than hung in some dusty corner of a shop."
As Ginny lifted the broom from the case, she noticed the name carved and gilded just behind the head of the Broom.
Gwenog Jones
She almost dropped the broom, "Ha-Ha-Harry?"
"Ride it well, ride it often, Ride it to Victory." Harry clapped her on the shoulder.
Katie collected the Seeker as Angela picked up the case, and as a group moved off to the side.
Harry waved the twins over, as Lupin handed them matching cases. The twins quickly called up their replacements, offered the brooms in the cases; Cleansweep Tens, told them to wing 'snakes' for them, and bowed out.
Retaking center stage, Harry passed a large black duffle to Hooch. "These are to replace All of the brooms you use to teach first years. The guy I talked to at Quality Quiditch was interested in trading them back to the companies to see how the enchanting process has altered over the years, and how they held up." Hooch nodded, and with a flick of her wand, floated the bag out of the room.
"Now, Ladies, I thought about upgrading your brooms, but decided against it." Harry turned to the 'Flying Foxes', "So instead, I got you these." a stack of three muggle binders hit the coffee table. The top one had a Harpy with blood on her talons. "The training manuals for the Harpies, Arrows, and Kestrels. They also had one for the Cannons, but…"
The room laughed. The ladies smiled, and grabbed the binders, and returned to Ginny.
"That just leaves the Keeper." Harry turned somber, "Weasley, front and center."
The red faced lad stepped forward, ready to rip into Potter, until a last case was set on the coffee table. "I had some warning that this coming. My source was untried. She brought a big Prize, and it was a long shot. So I followed her lead. Knowing that I was going to be entered into this Blood Sport, I needed to protect my House and my School. With my name coming from that blasted cup, I needed to leave to protect what I held dear. It is a burden I place before you. One I call friend. To see you through to Victory, I offer one last gift. I had time to look abroad, for the Best Keeper's broom. It came down to a three way tie. I then watched you Keep, crossed your style with what was used professionally, and then made the call." Harry paused for effect, "I give you the Dragonfly." Harry opened the case. "Now she is not the fastest from point A to point B as a racing broom, but with a 360 by 360 dodge and weave…"
"...system, balance drive, and point spin turning." Ron whispered, as he eased the broom into the air. "The broom of choice by professional keepers in…" he looked at Harry, "Do you know how much these cost?"
With a completely straight face, "Yes." Harry grinned at Weasley, claping him on the shoulder, "I can not bring this House to Victory this year, and most likely never again. So I must do everything in my power to see that Cup remains in McGonagall's office. I am removing the worst offenders to the House Point system, to improve the odds of us keeping that cup too." he then frowned, before looking at McGonagall, "I am also taking our best awarder… but three losers for one winner… I expect my House, My former House, to give everybody a run for their galleons."
Ron's spine stiffened in pride, as he clutched his new broom to his chest. "Harry, there is no way I can…"
"Just win the bloody cup." Harry smiled at his friend. "Go put her up, then come back. You and I need to talk." Turning back to the Room, "That is all, for tonight. I know it is much to ask, but can I have the Common Room for an hour? I have just a few last minute things to clear up with my former dormmates, and I will be gone."
Everybody, noisily exited the common room, most going up the male's side, as guys could not join the girl's in their dorms, but gals could visit the guys. McGonagall frowned, at the implied inappropriate behavior, but that is as far as she took it. "One Hour, Mister Potter." She swept from the room.
Dean, Seamus, and Neville were left. "Guys. I would invite you to join us, but I need you guys to complete the year. Come June, We will see if P. I. is going to continue as a school. We can not allow Malfoy to run about unreined in these Halls, nor can we roll over and let the Snakes have this school. I am asking you to keep an eye on each other, and the girls."
"Aye Harry." the lads choursed, before clasping hands with the Wizard in White, and climbing the stairs to their room.
Shortly, Ron returned from his room, the twins a step behind him. Harry sat in the chair while his 'mate' was directed to the couch end nearest him. "Weasley. You were my first friend." Harry spoke tiredly. "And until last year, I would have stepped in front of a raging Hippogriff, or Dementor for you. But you started to break away. First you accuse Hermione of things, and when she and hers are proven innocent, you 'forget' to apologize. You pick fights in my name, then get huffy when I refuse to take up my wand to fight them." Harry looked at Ron, "Than I learn that 'My Best Mate' is not only keeping me isolated, but interfering in House Potter Affairs."
Ron lost all colour in his face. "Harry…"
"I was told, that Bones had tried to make Friends with me our First Year, but was told that I had no interest in more friends. When she approached on the Pretense of Heir Bones to Heir Potter, she was told House Potter was not interested."
The twins gasped.
"Where do you get off Speaking for House Potter?" Harry growled.