Fairy of my Heart
Ch 04
Isdh
an; speech affected 'magic' will be in bold. this includes but not limited to; Floo calls, Sonorous charm, or the like.
121
A weary barn owl winged into the rumpled dining room of the once grand Black Lodge. A hunting lodge when it was 'Proper' to ride horses and chase foxes. Then House Black took it further… riding bi-corns, chasing … something nastier than an English Red Fox.
Of course the Lodge was unplottable, but Sirius had landed Buckbeak in the one spot that allowed him to open spot to unfold the wards, and allow the two of them into the Lodge's grounds. Buckbeak went to the stable, as Sirius opened the floo to allow Moony to find his way in. That was June…
Now five months later, an owl dropped tiredly on the coffee table, panting heavily. The two bachelor wizards just watched the owl, as it regained its breath, and struggled to it's feet. It sipped the coffee in the cup before it, before snagging the sausage end off the plate, before looking to the humans. It extended the scroll on it's leg, allowing the humans to scan it.
Lupin scanned it for trackers, compulsions, and hexes.
Finding nothing, he removed the scroll, and unrolled it.
Headmaster Black, Deputy Headmaster Lupin.
Your Champion has need of you to attend the 'Triwizard Tournament' as the Heads of the School of the Fourth Champion.
Dress code is Silk. Dark colours, please.
The name of our elustres School is the South London University of Thaumaturgy.
I so swear
I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.
H. , Champion.
The werewolf snorted, before passing the not to his school yard chum.
Sirius read it twice, before bolt to the floo. Tossing a pinch of powder into the fire. "Gringotts, Head Accounts Office!"
Three seconds later, a goblin face appeared in the green flames. "Yes."
"Lord Black requests a meeting with Accountkeeper Ashrack." Black grinned at the snarling face. "I will need information on the triwizard thing, as my Heir is a chosen Champion. I also have been informed I am the Headmaster of a new school in London."
"Ashrack will see you in fifteen minutes. Come as you are, so we can handle the issues involved." the floo slammed shut.
The two wizards exchanged looks. "Did they just side with us?"Lupin asked.
"No…" Black looked back at the Floo, "I think it's more to screw with or screw over Wizards in general." Another pinch, "Gringotts, arrival." he grabbed Lupin's arm, and ducked into the green bloom of flame.
121
Molly had just sent Arther off to work in his shed, Percy had left for the Office an hour earlier, when the Floo in the Family Room bloomed. "Molly. You there?"
"Minnerva. Is it the twins?" the house-witch asked from the doorway to the kitchen.
"No. its Ron. the Twins have been behaving themselves, and Potter just guaranteed their good behavior until the Holidays. Ron on the other hand has learned some bad habits we need to talk about. I would like to handle this before breakfast, if possible."
"Okay. I'll be right there. Same password?" the matron removed her apron, double checked her wand, and made her way to the floo.
121
An hour later.
Ronald Weasely was not having a good day.
First he was dragged not just from his bed, but from sleep, and a good dream, by his ear.
By his angry Mother.
She led him, by said ear to McGonagall's where he was dropped into a chair.
There was no Breakfast. The only thing they gave him was some nasty Tea. And because he cut his Dinner short, He was hungry. Then that traitor had done something to his(Harry's) trunk, preventing him(Ron) from getting a late night snack…
Which brought Ron full circle.
It was all Potter's fault! Had he just handed Ron the Fame and Fortune that was his due, like the Headmaster said, then all this never would have happened.
Could they hurry up! He was starving here!
Stupify.
Everything went black.
121
Both witches had agreed, after hearing the charges against him, that Ron would do better if he was given a cup of tea, laced with babbling brew and calming potion. Minerva brewed the cuppa, while Molly went to drag her errant son to the Head's office.
They then spent an hour in horror was Ronald just babbled everything that crossed his mind, the truth of his relationship with Potter, what he planned to do with the gold he would get from the Potter Estate when his 'Best Mate' Died. Either from the Potter Will, or from the Old Man. then there was the ways Potter should Die… most were in his(Ron's) arms, having arrived just too late to save Potter, but still enough for Potter to will him everything with his dying breath.
There were a few comments about witches in his year, but mostly about status and money they would bring him, or food they would feed him, than anything else.
Looking in horror from her son to the witch that had stunned him, Molly could only open and close her mouth.
"Tippy." McGonagall called, as tartan towel wearing elf appeared at her knee. "Are the Monk's cells available?"
"Not yet Miss Kitty." the elf ducked his head. "Is there need?"
"This...boy." she flicked her off hand at the collapsed redhead. "Normally I would send him home, but I fear for his safety right now. Prepare a cell. Lock him in it. He gets one bowl of mush for breakfast, one bowl of stew or soup, whichever is offered at Dinner."
Molly frowned at the thought she would hurt one of her children, but on second thought… this was a better arrangement… for now. "Thank you Minerva, I will be heading home. I need to talk to Arthur, and think. A couple of days should soften him up. We will be back Wednesday, before breakfast. Good Day." She stepped into the Floo.
Tippy returned to carry the lad away.
McGonagall put on her 'work' face and went down for breakfast… make that tea, her stomach was a touch tender this morning.
121
At the strike of Eleven, two well groomed wizards in silk Robes and Cloaks exited the Floo into the Three Broomsticks.
"Do we have time for a drink?" the wizard in Scarlet Red asked his travel companion.
"Only if you want to return to your 'Island Vacation'." the one in sea green responded. "Besides, you have the…" he looked the red robed rouge over, "School's image to think of. We are South London University of Thaumaturgy. Not the London University of Sorcery and Herbology."
A hag, one of the 'prettier' ones cackled at the word play, as the wizards exited into the late morning sun.
One of the witches leaning on the bar turned to the travernkeeper. "Was that Sirius Black in Scarlet robes?"
Her drinking buddy, nodded. "If I understand their wordplay, He is a Scarlet Slut, as opposed to a Scarlet Lush." She tossed her drink back, before stumbling to the Floo. A pinch of powder… "Ministry, Auror Bullpen!" as the green bloom swallowed her head and shoulders, "Black spotted in Hogsmead. Possible destination, Hogwarts!" She fell out of the floo, allowing it to fall shut.
121
Harry was sitting at the Table of the Rash, as his best friend trailed her fingers along his thick dark shaft. She focused as she drew her fingertips along the veins wrapping around the pole, converging under the head. "I can feel the runes, but can not make out any differentiation." Hermione breathed on the knob, trying to get it to show her it's innermost secrets.
"Hey Potter!" Montague stormed into the Hall. "Two nights ago, you confronted three members of my House, they ended up in the Medical Ward, and you show up the next day in robes even Malfoy could not afford? I'll teach you to steal from your betters!" the Hall was half full, as all three schools were trickling in for lunch. Many Ravenclaws were in the Library, many Hufflepuffes were in their common room, enjoying the fruits of the Kitchen labors, without having to deal with the Potter Drama.(not he starts it...he just happens to be dead center)
Standing with a sigh, Harry turned to face the green trimmed brute. "Monty, Monty, Monty. Snape has tried calling me to task for this one, found out that I was the victim, as your 'boys' were the ones who stopped me on my way back to my dorm. I did not see what happened to them, but I did my best to save them."
Montague grinned his ugly grin, as he brought his wand up, "And the new clothes?" he flicked his wand at Harry, and a silver-white spell-bolt flashed towards the speckled youth.
A pulse behind his heart, and a saber sword of shadow deflected the spell-bolt into the ceiling. As Harry's eyes were covered in a black film, his posture shifted. "Both Longbottom and I were able to visit the Bank, and withdraw some gold." the Potter ring phased in on his right hand, as he brought the sword hilt to his face in a salute, before he stepped closer to his attacker. "So we splurged a little. It was after Tea, that we chose to dress in our School colours."
"Those are not Hogwart colours!" Montague sneered.
"Of course not. These are the colours worn by students of South London University of Thaumaturgy." Harry took another step.
"There is no such school!"
"There is now." A voice from the doors of the Hall drew the eyes of everyone.
Headmaster Black had arrived.
Dressed in Scarlet Silk Robes, the most wanted man in the Great British Magical Empire strutted into the Hall. a few paces behind, the best DADA professor Hogwarts had ever hired in the last five years trailed in, in sea green silk.
Many witches screamed, and ducked under the tables.
"Not the reaction I am used to." Black frowned.
Lupin slapped him up the back of the Head. "They still think you are a mass murderer. I swear you're thicker than brick."
No one noticed Harry closing in on Montague, until his black saber touched his neck. Then Monty squealed, callin every eye back to the two duelists.
"You have impugned my Honour, insulted my School, assaulted my person, and endangered my Friends." the black blade rested on the fifth year's pulse point. "Give me one good reason to allow you to crawl away."
"Mister Potter!" the hated voice of Snape carried over the buzz of the whispers of the students in the Hall. "You will back away from my student, immediately, surrender that blade, and submit to the Headmaster for endangering a fellow Student!"
"Ah, Potion Master. One Question; what of Mister Montague here? I repeat; he has Impugned my Honour, insulted my School, assaulted my person and endangered my Friends. Now he hides behind your skirts!" Harry turned his Shadow-veiled eyes towards Snape, the blade never even quivering. "Do I need to protect myself from you as well?"
"Just like your Father!" the Head of Slytheren sneered.
"No Snape." Spoke Lupin, "Like his Mother. You remember her don't you? James would have him hanging by his ankles, as you no doubt remember. Lily on the other hand…"
Snape lost what colour he had, and stumbled back to the wall.. He remembered. There had been a third son of a Pureblood House had tried to pressure Lily's friend into granting him sexual favors… she gelded him. They did not call her the Bloody Lily for nothing. "Montague?" Snape asked, "What did you do?"
"I was trying to find out what he did two nights ago." the Fifth year swallowed, "I think I found out."
"No." a set of twin girls bracketed the boys. The one behind Monty was speaking. "This is different."
"What got those idiots on the stairs was separate from Potter." the one behind Potter spoke, as she ran her wand over the shadow swathed wizard. "I am getting nothing."
"Pure Shadow?" her sister pulled Montague away from the blade,throwing the bigger boy to the floor, to run her finger along the back of the single edged sword. "Grandmother told tales of Weapons of solid Light…"
"This would counter it." the second leaned over Harry's shoulder. "It's not anti-light, not … dark enough. More like…"
"Shadow… made stronger by the Light, and by what threw the Shadow in the first place." The first witch smiled.
The twins locked eyes. "Dullahan"
The shadow sword shatters as Potter slumps. He shakes his head, as he regains his focus. "Whoa, trippy."
The witch behind him swept her wand over Harry again. "At least this time I am getting readings."
"Possession?" The first stepped over her downed house-mate, "No." Her eyes narrowed as she stepped closer. "He is carrying the 'Fairy', and when he is endangered, the 'Fairy' takes action to protect him."
"And when Pucey and Nott cornered him," the Twin over his shoulder stepped around to look Harry in the face, "It manifested fully to remove the threat to the Host."
"But here in the Hall, it just took over the Host." The Witch pulled her wand, and ran it over the wizard, "Granting him sword skills, and Shadow… what? Powers?"
This was the sight that McGonagall walked in on.
121
The Ministry, Auror BullPen;
"Black spotted in Hogsmead. Possible destination, Hogwarts!"
That set the Wasps among the Bees. Word quickly reached Bones, Scrimgeour, and Shacklebolt. Theses three arrived at the grand Floo, along with Dawlish, Tonks and Hammer. Bones looked over the assembled squad, frowned then nodded. A flick of her wand, and the Floo flared green. She led her troops in to the fire.
They exited into the Three Broomsticks. "Okay. We received word that Black was here?"
Rosmerta snorted, "Yeah he was here, about ten minutes ago. Dressed in red robes, and heading towards Hogwarts, most likely. Wanted to stop for a drink, but his traveling companion advised against it." She looked at the witch sleeping off her brunch, "They were talking about Schools?"
Bones turned, and jogged out the door.
Dawlish, keeping pace at her side, asked, "Why are we jogging, not running?"
"Faster than Walking" Tonks huffed, behind them, "But allows us to have energy to put Black Down, should we need to, when we get there."
121
"Black." The Scot had her wand at the base of the Wizard's skull. "Give me one reason not to put a hole through your head."
"Other than I am innocent?" Black pulled a pack of Papers from under his Robes, "Assaulting me without just cause, Will cause the Founder of my School the rights to declare the Hogwarts Charter Null and Void." He offered the Pack over his shoulder.
"Innocent?" The headmistress asked, as she took the packett.
"Never received a trail." Potter spoke up, as the twins kept poking at him, "We Told Fudge and Dumbledor last year, but Snape claimed Confundus, and Old Whiskers sent me and Granger to rescue both 'Falsely Condemned' from their fates."
"Your Word?" the Scottish Witch sneered, snape style.
"On my Dear Mother's Grave." Black kept both hands raised.
"I remember how much you loved your Mother." McGonagall stepped to the side, as she read the papers in her Hand.
"So, you know how much I love her Grave." Black gave the teacher his trademark smile.
"Aurors! Wands Down!"
The Law had arrived.