Fairy of my Heart
Ch 06
Isdh
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Just after classes for the day ended, every teacher received a memo calling for a meeting.
Albus ignored it out right. He was too busy plotting...er...thinking about how to twist freeing Black into getting Potter back under his thumb.
Snape, seeing it was not from the 'Head-Bastard', burned it.
Binns did not even see it.
And Trelony was too drunk to leave her Tower.
As the witches assembled in the Staff room, soon joined by the two half-breed wizards, elves were quick to serve 'tea'. Most of the gals were sipping wine, while Flitwick was enjoying a 'Long Island iced tea'. Hagrid just sipped a Lager. McGonagall was nursing a few fingers of scotch.
"Okay Pomona." Minevra sighed. "You called this meeting."
"Most of you were there when I approached Potter this afternoon." she swallowed half her glass of wine. "While I was going to reprimand him for his suggestive imagery, he brought me to task for things that my House has been doing to him since the first of this month. I know that Albus has asked us to allow the students some leeway for them to blow off some steam, but Potter…" She bolted what was left of her wine, only for it to refill 'on its own'.
"Potter is no longer a scion." McGonagall set her glass on the table. "When I took him to get his wand replaced, we took Longbottom too. Turns out the Lad was using Frank's wand, and Frank did not give it up. We arrived early enough that Ollivander was not yet open. So the lads asked to draw some money. Neville needed a few gold to buy his wand, and Harry was in his rags… So I said yes. Longbottom, ever the Scion and Heir that he is, showed more self confidence in those two minutes than he has in three years of my class." she grabbed her drink, and sipped. "Potter had misplaced his key. That was okay, because his Account manager wanted to talk to him anyway. We were named advisors and invited in."
Flitwick gasped, choking on his rum.
McGonagall ignored the half sized wizard as she continued to stare into her drink. "Potter did a Blood-test to ensure that he was the Potter Heir. The Ring he slid on, the scion's ring, proof that he is of the Blood, quickly morphed. Not to the Heir's ring like I and Accountkeeper Barchoke thought, but all the way to the Lord's ring."
"He seems to be ignoring the Fact he is a full Lord." Vector smirked, "When darling Luna called him Lord, I noticed a bizarre reaction from our Headmaster, but he relaxed when Pomona called Potter without the Title and the boy allowed it to pass." she sipped her wine. "I think he is playing a game here. I noticed that Snape backed down quickly when Potter's mother was mentioned."
Flitwick snorted. "In her sixth year, a scion of the Travers, a third son I believe, tried to pressure her friend McKinnon into … servicing him. He ended up gelded." he finished his highball drink, and set it aside. "Albus wanted to sweep it under the rug. Lord Travers wanted Evens up on charges of attempted murder. Lords McKinnon and Potter were pushing for the lad to be charged with Rape." his drink was refilled. "In the End, Travers took Albus's option, and the whole thing was swept under."
"You would think with all the sweeping, the castle would have more rugs." giggled Babbling.
"More like wall to wall carpeting." snickered Sinistra.
"What to what what?" asked Charity.
The other two witches snorted, and sipped their wine.
"The Whole School saw." Hagrid rumbled. "But what did he mean by 'Dragons'?"
"Old timers talked about when there were unknown regions of the Map." Vector spoke up, "Often in the unexplored areas were marked 'Here there be monsters', to keep the few people with itchy feet from wandering too far afield. When pressed for details, the most common monster was dragons. Potter was warning the whole Hall, He will play nice as long as everyone behaves."
"Just do you think he will do?" Sprout worrying about her more hard-headed lambs.
"He is a Gryffindor. He is angry." McGonagall sighed. "I hope we do not find out… But it will most likely happen tonight at dinner. Severous or Albus will piss him off…"
"Not at Dinner." Sinistra swirled her wine in the glass. "He is meeting the Carrow twins and Lovegood in the Library in less than an hour for them to inspect his 'nargles'. Then he and the Lovegood girl are having Dinner with Headmaster Black… something about 'Stubby Boardman' and the Quibbler." she swallowed the last, before upending her glass on the doily. It did not refill. "Now if you will excuse me, I am going to get a snack in my rooms, as I have a class in a few hours." She eased her way out of the room.
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As the Clock marked the time of exactly one hour before dinner, Harry arrived at the Library doors, where three twitches and two older ladies were waiting,
"Mr. Potter." sneered Miss Pince, "That classroom there will do for your … exam. I will not risk my books or the quiet of my domain."
"Thank you, Lorekeeper." Harry bowed his head. "Please inform Miss Granger, of my new location." He turned and entered the room.
The witches followed.
The next hour, the Champion allowed the witches about him to scan, poke, and hex bim as they deciphered his nargal/fairy issue. They had not been in the room ten minutes before Granger had joined them. With ten minutes left of their hour the teens compared their notes.
"Well, we've done everything but threaten him, directly." Flora huffed.
"If we did truly threaten him, he would break us." Hestia hissed.
"You might enjoy him breaking you." Hammer smiled at the four younger witches.
Luna giggled, "Lord Potter, it's my first time… please be rough."
Hermione snorted. "Yes ladies. But I doubt that he is ready for that kind of fun." she patted his arm, "it's okay Harry, I will protect you from the scary witches."
Harry turned his widened eyes to her, "Fox. Henhouse." Before he closed his eyes. Two deep breaths to calm himself, "Breakfast tomorrow. I have a scheduled confrontation with Malfoy. If Granger is holding my staff again, my Fairies will be needed." He pulled his vest closed, and draped his cloak over his shoulders. "Ladies, I am going to Dinner. Granger, see you in the common room. Lovegood, we have dinner plans? See you there Auror Hammer." and with the blond on his arm, he strolled out the door and into the castle depths.
The Carrow twins grabbed each of Granger's arms, and walked her to the Great Hall. "Tell us everything about him." they demanded as one.
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Three hours later The Portrait hole opened, as the jolly lordling entered the common room of the tower.
"Oh, Hermi." he hummed as he staggered to sit in the overstuffed chair by the fire. "I got someone for you to meet." He flopped into the chair. "Dobby." it was spoken as if the elf was at his side. The Pop of the Elf's arrival drew the attention of the first and second years, especially the muggleborn or raised.
As Harry rubbed the little guys head like he would a dog, Hermione glared. She recognized the behavior.
"You enslaved him?" she hissed.
"No, yes, but no." Harry continued to scratch the elf behind the ear. "Have you truly read the books on House Elves?"
"They are just propaganda, to enslave people." the formerly buck-toothed witch declared.
"Elves are people, yes." Harry clasped his hands, as he leaned on his arms on his knees. "But not Human. It took me most of last year to throw off mindset you are currently under. This is the wizarding world. You keep trying to apply twenty century english muggle ethics to these issues." the gasp from the witch across from him was echoed by about twenty younger gryffs. "House elves are a parasite race. They feed off the ambient magic we shed like skin flakes. The Bond increases that feeding, as they Work they do allows them to digest it. By bonding and serving us, they move from parasite to simbionic. Now treating them with respect, affection, and care will improve their service, not all Masters do. There are dicks on both sides of the line of magic. Lord Malfoy is just one example."
"And the Elves here?" Granger lost her glare.
"The Bond is to the School. Caring for the Staff and Students as given the Elf Colony here a Magic and Work pool that can save any Elf that embraces the School. Now the Headmaster has some power as the 'Keeper' of Hogwarts, and can order the Colony about as if he were the Heir to the Family. The Staff are Scions, and the students are 'Guests with privileges'.
"So who is the Head of Hogwarts?" a firsty asked.
"The Founders. With the work they did to this castle… they poured their magic, blood, and even their souls into the stones. As long as the Stones Stand, they are still here." Harry ruffled the younger wizards hair, before turning to Hermione. "Not saying that your SPEW is a bad idea, just your end goals are wrong."
"You keep petting him like a dog!" she snapped.
"Oh." Harry snatched his hand back, as he had began to rub Dobby's head again. "He is feeding from my touch." Harry offered his hand again, and Dobby tucked his head under the hand. "It tickles. I can feel him drawing on my magic." he smiled at the Elf. "I never felt the tingle when casting in Charms, nor Transfiguration. I am not overpowering my spells like Saemus, or having to fight my wand like Ron or Neville. I just had no sense of my magic flowing. Now I do." he scratched behind the batwing ear closest to him, "And he is like a dog. A very smart, super powered dog, but he is more Loyal than a 'Puff, more cunning than a snake, and more aggressive than an angry Gryff." he clasped his hands, "Granger, I will not cast him off. In Fact i am thinking of bonding another as she is refusing to bond to the Castle. I just don't have any work for a female…"
"Winky!" Granger bolted to her feet.
Harry caught her wrist, "What are you planning?"
"She is hurting… and no one is helping her!" Granger cried.
"She was offered the bond of the Castle." Harry tugged, causing Granger to fall into the couch. "But Crouch did not free her completely. Odds are that she holds secrets. Secrets he needs Kept, but he also needed to save face, and threw her under the Lorry to cover his arse. His need for her silence is preventing her bond from snapping completely."
"Dobbly," Hermione turned to the Elf, "If I were to offer to bond Winky, promising that she could keep Crouch's secrets, and should he ever ask, return her to him…"
Dobby vanished in a pop, only to return a few seconds later with a drunk elf in his arms. "Winky not feeling so good."
Hermione gathered the smaller female into her arms and lap. "Winky." the witch crooned to the Elf. "I have need of an Elf."
"But Missy has Hoggy Elves." Winky whined.
"Yes, but my Family does not."
Winky hic'd. "Family?" before she wailed, "But Master!"
"I can offer you the Bond, a Family, and the Right to keep Crouch's Secrets." Hermione rubbed her back. "I will even throw in the Right to check up on him, when you have finished your work."
Winky gasped, just before there was a flash and both females collapsed. Dobby hooted, bouncing on his toes in glee before he snapped his fingers, causing both elves to vanish.
"Was it like that for you?" Hermione asked.
"No, but then again Winky has been 'starving' herself for the last four months." Harry smiled. "Get to bed, we will finish this in the morning." He stood, offering a hand to help her to her feet. When Hermione had made it to her stairs, Harry turned and made for his dorm. It had been a long day.
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The next morning, everybody but Headmaster Dumbledor and Potion Master Snape had rushed to get a good seat in the Great Hall. Malfoy was expected to make an arse of himself, and everybody wanted to watch.
Hermione strolled in, a book in hand, jabbering about something that Harry, a half step behind her, just nodded.
They sat at the end of the Table, while Black and Lupin were at the Head Table, and Neville was sitting with Bones and Abbot. Hedwig glided down, to be given her due of Bacon. Everyone held their breath, as Harry finished his second cup of tea. As he set the cup down, he passed his cane to Hermione.
Harry stood, as he turned to face Malfoy, who was just arriving. "Now, Scion Malfoy, you had something to say."
"It is Heir Malfoy." the lordling seethed. "Heir Malfoy, Scarhead!"
"And you can address me as Heir Potter… ferret-face."
Malfoy went for his wand…
"Try it." Harry smirked, "Your Head of House and Headmaster are not here to protect you. It would be you versus me, and you remember what can do against three to one odds."
Malfoy slammed his wand back into the holster on his belt. "I do not know how, but somehow you cost me Black!"
Harry cocked his head to the side. "Who said Black was yours in the first place?"
"My Father."
"Ah, I see.." Harry nodded. "And why would He think you were in line?"
"I am the Son of the Last True Black!" Malfoy yelled.
Harry nodded again. "Okay. I can understand that reasoning. Cissy was a good Daughter of the House, and married the limp dick you call 'Daddy'." the Hall hissed at the insult. "Where Headmaster Black gave his Mother and her Husband twin two finger salutes as he left them to spend the Summers, after his fifth year, with my Father."
Headmaster Black barked his laughter. The rest of the students just frowned, not getting the joke.
"But what you, your Father, and most people overlooked; while the Hag that Headmaster Black called 'Mother', had him Disowned, Than Lord Black, the Headmaster's Grandfather didn't. So that while the Brat known as Sirius O. Black was cast out, he was still a Black, and a Male of the Primary Line, where as you are a Son of the True Daughter of, get this… a secondary Line!" Harry smiled.
Steleus
The Green bolt missed Harry's head, as it flew into the wall behind him.
"I warned ya, ye Ferret Faced thug." Potter's body grew a soft, snow white fur, as his eyes clouded over in red. His Ears elongated as they moved to the crown of his head. Instead of a sword in his hand, he now wielded funny looking axes or hatchets. "You knew that I can defend myself without use of a Wand, but you just had to attack anyway. Shall we see what I can do in this form?" his grin was scary, as it included longer incisors too.
"Bunny!" Harry was tackled by a pair of ravenclaw first year witches.
Malfoy had proven that while he had few slytherin traits, an instinct for survival was among them; he ran away.
Headmaster Black fell from his chair, laughing, as Tonks approached the Fourth year, laying spralled on the floor as the two pre-teen witches cuddled into the oversized rabbit. "Well cuz," She grinned down at the shocked face of the winner of this morning's game. "That is one way to get witches to jump you."
"Funny Tonks." Harry snarled through his teeth. "But I just washed my hare, and I can't do anything with it."
The muggleborn within hearing range just snorted, and turned back to the traces of food before them.
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Bones was pissed.
It turns out Black was correct.
After six hours of searching the Archives, themselves, both She and Rufus called up two squads of four low ranked Aurors, and pointed them toward the Archives. The one who found lagidimite proof, one way or another about the Black case did not have to do paperwork for a month.
When they returned to the Office at six in the morning, all eight searchers were crying. They had found sixteen different files against House Black and it's scions. Everything thing from public urination to mass murder of a village in Wales (in 1688*). But all that could be found in the records of the DMLE, Wizemgot, or in any Department within the Ministry, concerning Sirius Orion Black, was a file from his years as a Hit-Wizard teamed with Auror Potter during the first war with the Cult of Walpurgis. And three sheets of paper from the night of November 3rd. An arrest report, a writ to snap a wand, and a transfer to Azkaban.
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