"Did you just dump him, and forget about him until his first year?"
Dumbledor eased back into his chair trying to avoid that question…
"I will have your answer, Mister Dumbledor! I will take your silence as …" Potter sneered. His eyes no longer flickered, but blazed green fire.
"I Don't need to…" The Bearded Bastard bluffed.
"Blood feud!" Headmaster Black bayed.
Potter shifted to his Black Puma animus form as he charged the High Table.
Albus vanished with a twisted flash of blue of a Portkey.
PISSOFF
Albus, in a hurry to escape the raging puma and the grim that would have finished the Deal, tripped the wrong portkey. Instead of jumping to Goddrick's Hollow, a small cabin that he had as a bolthole, he ended up in the Hog's Head Tavern.
A Tavern He was not welcome in.
A ward that had been designed, crafted, and empowered to prevent the Bearded Fool from entering the pub, lit up. Giving the Barkeep just enough warning to duck under the Bar…
Thank Merlyn it was just before the lunch rush, no one else was in the bar.
A blue swirl announced the arrival of a Portkey travelling wizard… just as the wards charged up… and expelled the undesirable.
A pack of six Aurors that were running in lock-step, turned almost as one, changing their heading from Hogwarts to the Hog's Head. They came upon a down Albus, knocked unconscious by the explosion driving him through the English oak plank wall. As they were trained, one took the Headmaster to ST Mungo's, one investigated the Tavern, it's wall already repairing itself. The other four returned to their run to the Castle.
PISSOFF
Harry Landed on the golden throne, turned on a sickle, and returned to his School group. Three Paces from the Former Slytherns, he reverted to his Human form.
"Ladies." He slinked closer, "Judging by the colour of your ties, You're joining the Potter Institute?"
Tracy giggled, as Daphne drew herself up. "We are."
"Then Join us." Harry smiled, as he turned to the table.
"Hey Potter!" Roger Davies jeered, "How many of our Witches are you going to steal?"
Harry paused, before he turned to look at the Ravenclaw. "Like I said, we need two more for a Quiditch team, but we are not limiting it to just Witches. If we can get Fifty Students signed by June… we are thinking of keeping the Institute open… permanently. We have two campuses, one in Iceland for the Summer Courses, and the Winter Campus… just north of Cuba." He turned and sat on the Bench, ignoring the hushed whispering going on behind his back.
"What of us that are already signed up?" Tracy sat right beside Harry, with Luna cuddling close on his other side.
"Well, Miss Davis." Harry smiled at her, "Unless you cause problems, you will not be dismissed from our Ranks." He grabbed a couple rolls out of a basket, and ripped them open to stuff with shredded meat, cheese, and drizzled with a creamy dressing. "Watch the twins. This year on, they are going to be better behaved than they were last year, but they are going to have more fun than any year before."
"So… we just have to better behave than them." Tracy frowned, "not that Hard…"
"As long as you do not try to gut Malfoy in front of the entire Hall, you should be good." Harry took a big bite as he glared at the albino ferret.
PISSOFF
Director Bones tripped, as Aunt Ami swept the leg. "Headmaster Black!"
Many in the room smirked at the Albino Heir's reaction to the Director's call for attention.
The overpowered, man-child snapped about from when he was holding court with 'seventh years', flight in his eyes.
Lupin snorted, "Padfoot. Calm." Lupin stood, clapping his blood brother on the shoulder, "I think your post lunch meeting just got called to order."
"Yes, Headmaster Lupin." the glint of her monocle catching the noon sun overhead. "I came as Regent of my Heir, to speak to the Advisor of her Contracted. My Heir seems to be open to talks, and she is interested in joining your School…"
The great doors of the Hall drew aside as a Black man trumped into the Hall.
"Director!" the black bald head swung back and forth, "When word hit the bullpen that Dawlish had returned, but his escort was missing…"
"Dawlish was just covering his arse. Being seen at a known 'trash tavern' is a very good reason why he misunderstood the context of 'need a PR photo with Lord Potter'. Why bring a Photographer to the site of the Minster being thrown to the floor, and the protective detail out-drawn by students." She removed her monocle to cleanse it. "Odds the rest of the Detail made it back, a pint or two heavy. I gave them their wands back and sent them on their way."
"And the Minster?"
"Here I am." the small man trotted down to the hub-bub. "If Lord Potter would be so pleased, and we can…"
"Creevie!" Potter roared.
An overeager towheaded teen appeared before Potter, Handed Potter a print of a Picture. Harry read it, smirked, and offered his hand in greeting to the Minister, keeping the print facing the camera.
"Give me two minutes, Governor, I will have your print up." the lad bolted.
"That's okay…" the Minister began to edge out…
"Your Call." Bones sighed, "but other than your attempt from this morning…"
Fudge accepted three of the four aurors as his escort back to the Office, via the Prophet. The full sized print, showing the headline of the Paper that started the whole show. Coiled protectively in his fist.
"Headmistress McGonagall! Send me the Paperwork. Susan is a PI head." Bones walked with the black man down to hear about how a bar blew up before the bar crowd had arrived.
Harry looked around. "Well, We, the students of 'PI' have learned an important lesson today. Headmaster Black will take a select few for more in depth study, seeing as his Meeting was met. Headmaster Lupin, being our Deputy Headmaster, has a meeting with the Hogwarts tea drinkers." looking at his uncle, "Feel free to call on Dobby, He might find a Potter blend to your taste. Greengrass, Davis, Bones. You can either join Granger studying in the library studying the reading behind the Lesson we are learning. Or you can self-study. Headmaster Black!"
"As I Come, So shall I depart!" Sirius conjured a taudrey show cane, tapped twice, and to the tune of 'Cuban Pete' exited the Hall. The trio joined the Line, and exited with great fanfare.
Luna squealed and turned to face the Owl faced gryphon. Harry rolled a shoulder, coming to his feet between the Blond's legs, lifting from her feet!
"That has got to be the best way to sweep a witch off her feet." Bones Smirked at Greengrass, "Shall we see who next has their legs about his neck?"
The bird screeched, then with 'great airs,' strode from the hall. The third year blond beamed as the black beast carried her away.
"Where does Potter get the Stones to declare what we are to do? Ordering the Adults as well as us about?" Greengrass sneered.
"He knows what went down, is going down, and what the major players are thinking." Lupin drawled. "To that Point, I am off to the 'Tea Room'. Headmaster Karkoff, Headmistress Maxine, If you would follow me, we can talk about preferred 'Blends'. My Father raised me as an Ogden's man. I would like to hear your views." Looping an arm through the fur capped Headmaster's, the werewolf drags the man out of the Great Hall.
"So… library." Tracy looped her arm through Grangers. "I will be wanting the 'hands on training', but a well read witch can answer so many more questions." She drug the muggleborn from the Hall. The three Pureblooded Witches followed.
Headmistress McGonagall looked for the Hall. "Self-Study everyone. Just because you did not sit class today, does not mean that you are excused for not knowing the material. Prefects try to maintain order. Staff to the 'Tea Room'." and with her back stiff, she exited in full dignity.
The Great Hall exploded in cheers.
A sharp whistle cut the air. Cedric Diggory was standing on the table. "Please. Remember this is a School, a place of Learning. Now, All first and second years only please, Flying tutorials on the pitch in twenty minutes. Team Players who want to help, get your brooms and join us."
The Hall exploded into motion as the team players bolted for their Dorms. Everybody else was rushing to the Pitch.
"Was that wise?" a Female Prefect asked, stepping to his side.
Cedric shrugged, "We teach the little ones some broom skills…Show off our skills… and the rest get to kick back and watch and laugh. Some might get lucky and we get a pick up Game."
"Well, I am going to patrol… just in case."
PISSOFF
In a Salon in a Sunny side of the Great British Empire, a golden skinned enchantress stretched and sat up between her lovers.
"Letter, Mistress."
Zambini smiled as the hunky Elf in a loincloth offered up a scroll on a silver platter. The scroll offered her Son's end of the month report. Sipping from a goblet of wine offered by the same elf, She 'hmm'd' to herself.
'TWT champions chosen. That Breeder of Bulgaria, Krum was chosen… might end up in Scotland this year if only to see that pretty boy in action.' Her thoughts thinking about the younger male. 'A forth? Harry Potter? Sirius Black? Fourth School…' She stood, the silk sheet sliding over her supple skin. The Letter held before her face as she strode to her desk. 'Four students transferring, but expecting more. Should Blaise inquire about joining the …'
"Potter Institute of Spells, Sorcery, Occultism, Familiars, and Foci?" She twisted her brow in confusion, until she spotted it. "Cheeky Monkey."
She drew out a sheet of parchment, and began something she had not done in years.
Offered Free Advice.
PISSOFF
Hermione led the way to her favourite table.
Once everyone was seated, she set a jelly jar on the table. A tap of her wand released a green jewelled scarab from the jar. [Immobilise] caught the beetle as it fluttered to escape. The next spell, a ghostly white wisp caught the bug in the thorax…
Causing the green beetle to turn into a blond in green robes and horn-rimmed glasses.
"Rita Skeeter." Bones snarled as she drew her wand.
Daphne and Tracy were quick to charm the area with 'silence' and 'notice me not' charms.
"I need to call my Aunty…" Susan dug a badger amulet out of her cleavage.
"You can do that." Tracy purred, "Or we put this little bug under our thumb."
Susan freezes, thoughtfully.
Hannah supports her Friend.
Daphne smirks as she licks her ruby lips.
"But, She…" Hermione frowns, "What?"
"She is an unregistered Animagus." Daphne purred, "It explains how she gets these inside stories and exposais. No one really notices a bug that size, and those eyes can act as a damn good camera." Daphne twirled her wand, rotating the floating blond witch upright. "A witsharping potion, master crafted pensive, and Bozo with his camera…" She clicked her tongue, "Photos of backroom deals that were held behind Locks, Wards, and Oaths."
Susan drops her pendant. "Put her down. Let's talk."
PISSOFF
The two Witches watched the Healers finish cleaning the old fool on the hospital bed.
"You know what this means?" the elder of the two hissed.
"It means many things, Gus." the Director hissed back. "It means that Fudge just lost his counterbalance to Malfoy, and He will do something Stupid, or Worse, let his Toad do it in his Name. It Means that Hogwarts has a 'perceived weakness'. It Means…"
"We apply the right pressure… and Fudge loses his Toad. Permanently." the old witch hissed in anger. "We then hold Fudge to his word, and we can slowly begin to burn out the Rot in our House."