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Chapter 91: Double Teamed Pt.2(R-18)
Harry couldn't help but appreciate the sight for a moment, his cock still completely hard as he observed Bathsheda with her face pressed down on the bed and her ass still up in the air, leaking white cream from her nice big round ass.
Chuckling, Harry finally looking over to the other lovely lady currently on the bed with them. Aurora froze up when his eyes fell on her, the older witch was only a few feet away from him
Aurora had given up on any semblance of propriety as her legs spread wide as she fingered herself. It was clear from the mess she had made of her dressing and the wetness all over the bed that the older woman had been watching his and her best friend's little escapades all day long, and enjoyed it very much so.
"Look what you have done to your poor, sweet, innocent best friend!" Aurora complained as she stared long and hard at her coworker's ass while his cum leaking out of it.
Snorting amusedly at just how much of a slut his Professor was Harry moved to where Aurora sat and reached out, casually taking hold of her hair like one would a leash on a bitch. The beautiful witch played along as she whimpered when he tugged at her and she got on her hands and knees like a good girl and followed him over to where her friend lay face down, ass up. Aurora whimpered but she didn't try to shy away.
"Tell me is your friend innocent at all? She definitely never had it up her ass before, but she certainly enjoyed it."
As much as Aurora wanted to deny it, she couldn't. "What can I say, she must really like it in the ass. If I had known before she was such an ass slut..."
"Well now is your chance," Harry chuckled evilly as he gripped the base of her ponytail, tightening his hold on her, and then shoved her face down in between Bathsheda's big fat ass cheeks.
"Eat it up slut. Eat right out of your friend," he exclaimed.
It was humiliating and degrading, and Aurora better than this, better than eating out her friend's ass in the middle of her office at the orders of her own student. But then, she still went ahead, doing as he commanded as she immediately get to work!
Harry laughed as Aurora moaned, face flushed and tongue deep inside of Bathsheda's gaping butthole in no time. She scooped out his cum with her flexible muscle and drank it down, even as she felt Harry kneeling behind her.
He used the open slit in her clothing that she parted away to finger herself to shove his hard cock up her sopping wet, ready and waiting cunt in one smooth motion. Aurora squealed into her unconscious friend's cream-filled ass at the sudden intrusion, before settling into moaning as she continued to lap up out Bathsheda cum filled ass.
Brushing his tip against her wet womanhood, they gasped together as his thick manly shaft thrust deep into her body, his hands slapped abruptly onto her ass sticking out. She shrieked and shivering in delight as his length spread her open and her melodious screams of pleasure echoed around the office.
Harry watched as Aurora used her hands to grab onto Bathsheda legs to stead herself as he began to ride himher. Gyrating back and forth as he thrusted gently up into her with his hips rolled with each motion. Aurora gasping in pleasure as his hands stroked her wonderful ass with his fingers digging tight.
Eyes going wide with pleasure, and drunk on finally having what she needed, Aurora's head flung back and she moaned out loud, breaking off from Bathsheda while her entire body shaking as orgasms assaulted her. Harry grunted as he felt her tightening intensely on his cock, hissing as his fingers bit into her flesh, Harry desperately grabbed on to her waist and went in and out of her. Her tunnel were tight around him like a screw as he felt his tip bang against the deepest parts of her body.
"W-wait," Aurora moaned, "I-I am still sensitive down there.. A-AHHHH!" Sadly Harry wasn't waiting anymore. It was like a dam burst and he was feeling eager to do whatever the hell he wanted.
Aurora squealed out loud as his cock ravaged inside her, banging against her womb as she drooled in pleasure, body jolting with each thrust and her tongue starting to lull out of her tongue. She nearly collapsed onto to the bed with her knees to weak to support her, but Harry held her waist tightly as he continued to plow into her, acting as enough support for her. He could feel her pussy spasming as it gripped down on him firmly while he rigorously ramming his length in and out with the strength and stamina of a wild animal.
Panting like a dog in heat as her handsome student rammed his thick, powerful manhood deep into her. Aurora's sexy dark-skinned body suddenly arched in pleasure as she trembled excitedly. The second orgasm in the day ripping through her body as Harry continued to pound her unimpeded. Aurora eyes begin to roll up into her head as her sweaty dark hair stuck to her face. "Morgan, I am CUMMING!"
Harry was merciless, he towered over her body as her fingers curled into her ass once again while he pounded deep into her roughly, not even giving her trembling body enough time to rest. His hips thrusting rapidly against her silky-smooth rear, the connecting of their bodies echoing around the room as Aurora squealed in delight. Harry then reached back and smacked down on her ass causing the older woman to moan like a harlot.
Her fingers clawed at the sheets of the bed as she screamed another orgasm, her womanhood sloshing arousal as his length slapped noisily against her hips. Harry felt his manhood throb, pulsing in her tight pussy, ready for release.
Then grunting like an animal out loud, he pulled her down his length as he pushed deep into her, roaring his release as he watched her eyes widened and nearly pop out of her eye sockets as she gasped out loud.
Pumping her womb full of her virile seed, his white, hot cum paints the inside of her womb and then some, his load hosing into her with great force. A blissful smile crossing Aurora's face as her eyes rolled up in pleasure, Harry continues to let loose torrents of warmth into the deepest parts of her. He watches as she shivers delightfully as he rammed the last few drops inside her.
Once he was finally done, she giggled. "How was my little kitty? Enjoyable mu-" she tried to finish but suddenly Harry stiffen inside her, and his hands clutched to her smooth round ass cheeks as he suddenly lifted her from the bed, standing in the center of the room as her legs wrapped instinctively around him…
He carried her easily, groping her ass as she blinked up him. All she could say was, "Oh?" as he lifted her up, and slammed her down as she shrieked in pleasure, forcing her to ride him as her waist slapped to his as he thrusted hungrily up into her.
"Harry! Oh! HARRYYY!" Aurora suddenly screamed in pleasure as he forced an orgasm through her body. Then Harry kissed her, silencing her orgasmic screams as he fucked her, ravaging her body as her arms went limp, legs slipping away as he continued to pound her standing up.
He had the strength and stamina of three legendary magical beasts inside of him, and he used it to good effect. Moaning incoherently as Harry continued to ram into her, her back arched as her orgasm reached its final height. Then Harry watched as her body limp, and all Aurora could do was bounce, like a rag doll as his manly length pounded hard into her.
Her pussy kept convulsing in forced rhythmic spasms as she came again and again. Finally, he too felt his release coming as he pushed deep into her and felt his balls churn. He howled his triumph right then and there, and his cockhead busts through Aurora's cervix once more as he begins to pump her womb full of her virile seed. His white, hot cum paints the inside of her womb and then some.
By the time Harry was done cumming inside of her, Aurora's belly is slightly bloated from the sheer amount of seed filling her womb.
But Harry was barely done with her, he too was in a haze, but one of a wild beast in heat, no longer could he just stop. No, he needed to continue and continue, filling her up with his seed some more, and impregnating her.
Laying her onto an available table inside the office. Harry was already gripping her hips and thrusting some more as he set her down, the table creaking and scrapping on the floor once they were settled, his powerful thrusts shaking it with each stride.
Harry dominated her, thrusting, slamming, pounding into her with their various fluids mixing and some spilling out on to the table with each wild thrust.
Soon Harry had his fingers interlocked with hers pinning her in place while he nibbling on her bouncing breasts. Her eyes were in a delirious haze, her tongue lolling happily as she drooled onto the table and her toes curled and twitched in the air.
Moaning incoherently, "More… more! MORE!" she pleaded to nobody in particular, screamed as her legs stretched out and clenched, Harry pounding her harder and faster every time to keep her riding her orgasmic high.
He let go of her hands, clutching to her breasts and arching his back as he pushed his length balls deep into her again, roaring like a primal wolf as his seed rushed once more into long gone Astronomy teacher. Draining himself as he shivered and twitched, groping her chest before he pulled away, pulling her with him as they both fell onto the waiting bed.
Then Aurora's dazed eyes lingered for a moment on his cock and she snaked over she opened her mouth wide. She moaned as she slipped his length into her mouth, her tongue running along the bottom of his shaft. Her arms and legs were too limp and tired, so Harry helped things along as he gripped her head and thrust into her mouth on his own free volition.
He saw that she expected him to release into her mouth as she feeling him throb close to release, but to go with the theme of today of fucked into oblivion. Harry pulled out and with a final satisfied grunt, a torrent of seed splashed onto her face, cheeks, neck, hair, breats, and everywhere else in between, spraying all over her dark skin as she gasped at the sudden warmth.
Finally feeling exhausted, Harry settled down while his flaccid cock rested against her smooth skinned face, her tongue absently darting out to lick his shaft and balls.
Petting her as he stroked her lush manes, Harry lounged like that and simply enjoyed the spoils of triumphant conquest, while Aurora happily licking and lapping at his dick.
Sighing back in his seat, Harry felt content.
Then out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bathsheda stirring up from her unconscious state he put her in.
"I see that you are awake from your beauty sleep," Harry said with a wicked chuckle.
Looking around dumbly for a moment, she looked up at him then at her friend who were busy at work.
"Want to join? Harry asked as he indicated down below.
Hours later, Harry leaned back against a wood frame of the bed. He lay there lazily, half-napping as two beautiful black women, serviced his huge schlong on either side of him. Bathsheda and Aurora were currently sprawled out on the bed prone. Both he and they were naked by this point, robes completely stripped away leaving them naked like their name day.
The breasts of both his Professors wrapped nicely around his upper thighs as they leaned in together to give him a double blowjob. Aurora's tongue worked at his left side with Bathsheda's worked at his right and sometimes they met in the middle, suckling at his shaft and inadvertently kissing each other at the same time. Or perhaps not so inadvertently, as both women seemed to enjoy macking on one another.
The wizard had one hand threaded through Aurora's dark locks as he did the same with his fingers through Bathsheda's hair. Petting them both as he stroked their lush manes, Harry lounged like a king simply enjoyed the spoils of victorious conquest, while the two beauties currently happily licking and lapping at his dick.
Eventually, Aurora moved her head up a bit more and took full control of the blowjob, seemingly to be hungry for more. Her hand grasped the base of Harry's cock and knocked Bathsheda away as she bobbed up and down on his length, sucking the first half of his shaft into her mouth. Bathsheda mewled dejectedly and pouted in her friend's direction.
Helping her along, or most likely to get a better deal out of thing, Harry simply used the grip on her hair to guide the petite woman down between his legs. While her friendworked his shaft, Bathsheda got to licking and lapping at his balls, while also suckling his nut sack into her mouth.
Bathsheda might have got the lower job, but it was Aurora who suffered the abuse, as Harry gripped down on her bobbing head and began to force her to take him down her throat, eventually pushing her down so far that she had to let go of his cock so that her lips could continue their journey to its base.
"Ack! Agh!" Aurora tried to get out as she gagged and choked with drool falling down her chin.
As Harry forced Aurora to deep throat his member, Bathsheda worked at his churning balls with surprising enthusiasm, and in no time at all, the combination of her lips and tongue alongside her best friend's delightful spasming throat, sent Harry right over the edge. He forced Aurora down as far as he could, her nose tickled by his pubes and her lips pressed against the base of his cock as he came. His white hot seed didn't agree with the poor choking woman and thus exploded out of her nose and from the small spaces between her stretched lips and his girth.
Harry made a mess of Aurora's face before ultimately letting her pull back.
Letting go of Aurora and Bathsheda's hair, he let the duo return to their spots on either side of his cock, still hard, despite just cumming right now. Both women were quick to lick his cock, nearly inhaling the seed that spilled out.
Lacing his hands behind his head and through the back of his black mop quite casually, Harry got back to relaxing as the two beautiful woman serviced him.
Chapter 92: Hogwarts Heir
There was a certain buzz about the hallways, classrooms, and even the Great Hall, the arrival of the other schools was just right around the corner. Without a doubt, everyone was excited to see the foreigners within their familiar school walls!
Harry wouldn't deny that even he was excited; he had met plenty of people that hailed from other magical countries like the Parvati Patil and Padma Patil, Blaise Zabini, Professor Aurora Sinistra, Choo Chang, Sue Li, and so forth. However, more than anything they were either born or grew up here and took up the mannerisms and tradition of the British Isles.
He was at the World Cup, but he never immersed himself in other cultures and got to know people that grew up somewhere besides Magical Great Britain.
Besides the light reading he had done over the summer over the 11 most prestigious schools, Harry also took to more comprehensive mostly at the behest of Hermoine, who just wouldn't let him down. Now besides wanting to get racy with him when the urge strikes her up, she also was his ever present baby sitter.
Really if the sex wasn't there on the board, he might have gotten frustrated with her and snapped. But he had to admit her nagging was what brought the best out of him at times and made him strive for stuff he would never have. That was Hermoine for you.
Besides the ever present excitement and eagerness that held the school in a tight grip, something else bothered Harry.
Ever since he had came back to Hogwarts for his fourth year he had been hearing whispers directed at him. At first, he chucked it up to his imagination, but it kept on persisting and persisting. No matter where he was in the school grounds he would suddenly be assaulted by a wave of some background noise.
Once he saw that it was not his imagination, he thought he was going mad.
You would be surprised with how many wizards and witches go mad, it just is a staple of the life style. It is more common in powerful wizards, some theorize its all the magic they have bottle up in their body that does it.
Harry had a whole bunch of magic in him, a lot, lot more than his schoolmates, and even adults. He really was approaching the level of Sirius and beyond.
At such a young age having that much magic might have been the thing that finally snapped him.
However when he left Hogwarts on the weekends to head off to his family Manor take care of his lordly duties the whispers abated. It was like he was imagining it all like he first thought.
Then when he came back to school it was back like a switch was turned on.
It was obvious when you connected two to two together what was the root of the issue, or more accurately, the place - Hogwarts.
He was after all the heir of three out of the four founders, he imagined nobody as close to this school and the legacies of the founders which it held ever walked these halls.
He did not know what or how, but this place or something inside of it was speaking to him, and Harry did not know how he knew, but he was sure it was the former.
Still that did not matter, voices were speaking to him, and he knew that was not the basis of a healthy life. He did not want to know what or who was trying to communicating with him, he just wanted it to stop.
As it continued he thought about taking a long leave, it was the only thing really that could hold his sanity.
Even though the idea paned him, he knew he had to get out. Still Hogwarts was always a second home for him, a time to get away from his abusive relatives and learn about magic. Something any child would be fascinated with, and would just kill to do.
Just as he was at the snapping point, the voices suddenly stopped, Harry waited hours then days but the voices whispering to him incessantly ceased.
With a sigh of relief he did not know he was holding back, and as his shoulders relaxed back from their constricted knot, he carried on with his studies.
He thought that was the end of all that, but one day as he was heading to the kitchens to get a midnight snack after a rather intensive session with lavender who required his attention, Harry had himself a large appetite and was looking for something to ease it.
The house-elves were happy to provide for him, the little buggers seem to be awake throughout all portions of the days doing one thing or the other whether it be cooking, cleaning, laundry, and so forth.
Heading out a ghostly apparition passed him and Harry didn't even blink, at this point he was used to the ghosts that walked or more accurately floated about the school just like everyone else that spend years within these walls. At this point, it became a normal occurrence seeing something weird or supernatural that couldn't be explained with muggle science.
However the ghost did not just float by, but stopped in front of him. At first, he thought it was Nearly Headless Nick or more accurately Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington, the Gryffindor House Ghost. But the man before him was a total stranger, a ghost he never meet before or even knew of for that matter.
The apparition had on some very fine robes with intricate designs laced with gold and silver, a turban hat with a large ruby set in the center, and a scroll in his hand. He had sharp silver eyes, a white beard and mustache, bushy eyebrows, long nose, thin lips, and a tan leathery skin set on a round face.
He looked like a man pulled out of the deep dark ages, and from his mannerism and the way he carried himself he must see himself as some one of importance. "Are you Harry James Potter?" the man asked in a gruff old voice with a rich timbre.
"Yes, that would be me," he answered with a nod of his head. "And who are you, you are a ghost I never meet within these walls."
"A ghost," he snorted in distaste. "No," he said with a shake of his head, "I am a memory summoned up."
"A memory of who?" he asked as he looked up and down the old man.
"Albriech Cadoc Ambratorix," he answered with an incline of his head, showing all the grandiose of a nobleman.
"Who?" Harry asked as he never heard of that name before. The man seem to think he should known his name have as he peered closely at him.
"So you don't who I am?" he asked as he brought himself to his full height. "You never heard of me before?"
"No, should I have?" Harry mused with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Of course," he shouted, "Do you know you built this very structure you stand on? Do you know who labored endlessly to make this beautiful wonder? Who raised this place up from the very ground?"
"The founders," Harry replied with a grin, he knew what or whom the man was getting at, but it somehow felt enjoyable ticking off him.
"No me, you fool," he shouted as he tried to smack him on the back of the head but only made him feel a cold sensation as his hand passed through his head. "I forgot about that," he muttered once he saw he didn't have the desired outcome he was looking for.
"So what, you're the architect of Hogwarts? How come I never heard about you?" Harry asked, he was truly curious to know. He never heard mention of him before until now.
"You never read me in your books or anything?" the older man mused out loud. "Those lousy brats," he muttered under his breath. Then turning to face him head on, he declared, "As I said, I am Albriech Cadoc Ambratorix. The most renowned and famous architect of my time. I have been known to build many great wonders all over the world thanks to the gift I have been bestowed with of being able to shape and build objects with magical ease."
"Well meet, then," Harry said with a bow of his head. "So you said you were looking for me?" he asked as he changed up the conversation. "What for?"
"Someone wants to meet you," he answered. "I don't know why you didn't appear before her sooner."
"Are you talking up the whispered I kept on hearing?" he inquired with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes. If you just made an effort, then I wouldn't have been summoned."
Snorting, Harry remarked in a sarcastic tone, "Yes, follow that voices, Harry! Why didn't I think of that?"
"What did I do to get a smart aleck like you as a descendant?" the man sighed out loud.
"Wait," Harry said as he held out his hand for him to top, "you said a descendant as in... you know? Like are you like my ancestor?"
"Don't tell me you don't even know," he said as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Know what?"
"That I am the grandfather of the Peverell brothers. The very same ones that cheated death!"
"So it that why you were summoned up?" Harry asked as he connected the dots.
"Among many reasons, yes," the older man answered. Then waved his hand off, he uttered "That is of little importance now. We can chat about my life another time.
"Now follow me," he beckoned as he floated off, "the school spirit awaits."
Once again he was confronted with the weirdness of the magical world, and once again he shrugged his shoulders and said to himself, It's magic! There is no way he would ever be able to wrap his mind around it.
It wasn't every day that you met the collective consciousness of a whole school. But Harry was having one of those rare days where he actually did.
They came up to the seventh floor of the Hogwarts castle and took the left corridor when it came up, and they finally came up to a blank wall, opposite it was a tapestry depicting a wizard who seem to be trying to teach trolls the ballet.
"So is this it?" Harry asked as he waved his hand about to the nothingness that surrounded them. They were at a dead end with just a silly tapestry to look at. He was pretty sure he saw no school spirit about.
"No," the older man who turned out to be his ancestor and the architect of the school answered. "You need to pass it three times thinking about what you need."
"And that is to meet the school spirit," he brooded on as he faced the wall.
"Yes," Albriech simply answered.
Doing as commanded, Harry walked around the wall three times thinking about meeting the mysterious spirit of the school. then when he made his final lap a door magically appeared out of thin air.
"What are you waiting for?" Albriech asked as he was half way through the door with his ghostly body, "she is waiting for you."
Grabbing the door handle, Harry swung the door open and entered inside. Once he was fully through the door slide shut behind him by itself, but he put no concern into it and just walked deeper inside.
He thought for a moment this might have been a trap but it was just too skewed and weird that he just didn't think it was possible. And if it was... then he would show them what he had been learning all these past few months.
Finally, he came to a large chamber where Albriech stood to the side and in the center was a beautiful floating woman with chains wrapped around her. Her knees were up to her breasts as she was in a feeble position. She wasn't human at all, her body seem to be a white ghostly blue like that of a spirit, and she was so small as big as a 12 year old even though she had the assets of a fully grown woman.
"Meet Lady Hogwarts," Albriech sighed out loud as he waved his hand at the spirit.
"What happened to her?" he asked as he stared up at her.
Suddenly a feminine voice spoke up to him as it came from all around, he had the feeling he knew who it was as he stared at the school's spirit. "Not what, but whom..." the voice whispered.
"My lady," Harry quickly bowed as he got to one knee and had his hand over his heart. "It is an honor to meet you."
"I wish I could say the same," the voice once more came from everywhere even though Lady Hogwart's body or lips did not even move an inch. "But as you can see, I am not in the best of states to welcome guests."
"You said someone did this to you?" Harry asked, and even as he knew deep down who did this, he still asked, "Who?"
"He shouldn't be named, but I believe you already know young Harry Potter," the voice uttered in a sad tone. "Names have power, remember that."
"How..." Harry tried to say as he looked up to see how the ethereal chains wrapped around her body tightly. "How can he do this to you?!"
He felt rage build up, the old man just didn't harm him, but actively took part in harming others. No matter what excuses he made or in whatever name he said he had done this in, this was just pure evil.
"Our dear Headmaster has been scheming for decades on end to take over this school completely. It is my fault I haven't seem this coming sooner. Don't blame yourself, my dear boy."
"Don't worry," Harry promised as he stepped up to the chains, "I will free you."
"DON'T!" Albriech shouted as he held out his hand but it was too late as Harry's finger touched the white ethereal chains wrapping around the woman.
As his fingers wrapped around them and tried to make the gesture of ripping them away, force started to build up and then in a wave it sent him flying into the air. Landing against the wall in the far side of the room with a loud boom, Harry slid down it and fell to the floor.
Floating over, Albriech looked down at him as he got up from the ground, "It's useless," the old man stated, "I have to give it to he who shall not be named, he knew his stuff very well."
"Is there nothing we can do?" Harry asked, he knew the old man was a very powerful wizard leagues apart from him in power, experience, and knowledge.
"There is actually," Lady Hogwarts answered in the silence that greeted him and his ancestor.
"What can I do my lady? These chains are too powerful for me to break apart."
"No, I want you to claim your rightful place as the Hogwarts Heir! You are the descendent of two of the Founders, and by right of conquest the third house goes to you. Of all the people who walked these halls never has there been one as close to the Founder as you. Come," she beckoned him over.
Harry had been so distracted by the sight of the chained woman up in the air that he didn't even notice the giant jewel set in a pedestal at the center of the room until now. Once his eyes landed on it, Harry immediately knew what it was. All great properties have this gem, it is the core of a magical structure and the beating heart. The center piece that acted as the control device of wizarding homes and towers.
The Wardstone!
"You can't mean..." Harry whispered. He knew better than anyone what it would mean giving another the wardstone to them.
And he just couldn't believe he was being handed the school just like that!
"It is your birthright," Lady Hogwarts stated.
"Who better than a Peverell to inherent one of my finest works," Albriech declared.
Stepping forth, Harry took a hesitant step forward, this was an honor beyond any bound. He was being given something millenniums years old with a rich history that spanned throughout most of Magical Great Britain's history.
Taking another step, he was soon right at the Wardstone, he watched as it pulsed a beautiful purple glow. He could feel it, this was the master key to the school, and everything it held.
"Take it," Lady Hogwarts commanded and Harry did so...
END OF VOLUME TWO!
(Volume 3) Chapter 93: Student Committee
When Harry woke up the next morning, it took him a moment to remember all that happened yesterday. He was still appalled with what he had saw, and his opinion of the old fart just kept on taking a nose dive.
He really wanted to vent all his anger, hate, and disgust on him and break his crooked nose all over for him again. Still he kept it all in, his time would come, one day the old man would get what was coming to him. For now he needed to wait and gather his power, he wasn't ready to unveil himself and it was exactly what Lady Hogwarts also said.
Remembering the lecture she gave him...
Coming out of his daze, Harry took a gulp of fresh air. It was really heady being inside the WHOLE school, letting his consciousness envelope everything. He had access to everything on the school grounds... okay nearly everything.
There were a few dark spots he was curious to know what they hide, but other than that, he could peek into the Professor's offices, the Dungeons down below, the other Houses dormitory, the girl's bathroom, even the Headmaster's office. When he did exactly that, the old man perked up as if he some how sensed him, before he could investigate, Harry was out of there.
Leaving the Wardstone itself it was like he was plummeting out of a long tunnel at breakneck speed as his consciousness was finally out.
He could now feel a connection between him and the device as if with just a thought he could slip his mind back in.
More than that though of just spreading his mind throughout the school and being aware of whatever happened within these walls, he also had access to the wards. When he had looked at them, he immediately knew why this school was always under attack by one thing or another.
The countless protective enchantment that had defended this school for countless centuries on end, that prevented exactly what has been happening throughout all his time here; from possessed teacher, unregistered animagi, soul suckers, giant monsters, mass murderer, and everything else in between that got into this school without any difficulty.
All those wards were either shut down long ago, or had not powered for ages.
Cursing under his breath, Harry's fists tightened into balls, 'that bastard,' he thought. It was just sheer luck that things hadn't turned out as badly as they should have. How many countless students body would have been at that old goat's feet if he hadn't time and time again came to this school's rescue?!
Harry was so preoccupied by his thoughts that for a while he didn't even catch what Lady Hogwarts was saying to him. It was only when Albriech tried to slap him to bring him back that he came to. And that was only because the architect's cold ghostly hand went through his cheeks and his mouth which sent shivers down his spine and he snapped back.
"Take it easy," Lady Hogwarts tried to soothe him.
Harry wondered why she was treating him like a child before he had a look around the camber. There were cracks running along the floor and wall, the place was oppressively hot and at the same time unbearably cold, he could see lightning sparking on his fingers, and a small breeze rapidly picking up.
It was clear he was showing signs of accidental magic!
Ever since he had the chains that fettered him up, unbound, Harry had a massive increase in power. It was like his magic came rushing in a tidal wave all at once. And just like any sudden increase in power it takes time to get used to it.
Now he was just like a little child who just unlocked his magic. Whenever he lost control of his emotions or they got too high like right now, this was what happened.
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Harry counted to tell and released the air. Immediately he could see some effects as the wind settled down, and the temperatures went back to normals. Still though the cracks along the wall and floor couldn't be taken back.
"Have you calmed yourself now?" Albriech asked.
"Yes," Harry simply answered, "I'm fine now!"
"Good, don't want you destroying my best work in a fit of rage," the older man chuckled as he tried to ease the atmosphere.
"Albriech is right going on temper tantrum won't do us any good," Lady Hogwarts uttered. "You need to be in control of yourself and emotions, right now no one knows what our esteemed Headmaster has done. It's your job to uncover his plot and find out what he is hiding."
Harry dressed and went down the spiral staircase into the common room. The place was littered with wondering Gryfindors heading in and out, he saw some of his friends sitting about, but today he did not want to deal with anyone.
A lot was on his mind today as he was still trying to process what happened.
He walked resolutely over to the portrait hole, pushed it open, climbed out of it, and found himself face-to-face with Hermione.
"Hi Harry," she greeted with a nod of her head as her hands were full with countless books.
"Hey Hermione," he acknowledged as he tried to get past her.
The bushy haired witch seem to notice his gloomy mood and looked up at him with furrowed eyebrows, "Is there something wrong, Harry?" she asked as her tone was tinged with concern.
"No, everything is just peachy," he shook his head as his voice dripped sarcasm. He knew that what he saw yesterday had not to do with Hermione, but he needed an outlet for his emotions. That violation of what he held so dear, this school, he imagined it was not something even Voldermort would do.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Hermione warmly asked as she was able to juggle her book in one arm and rested the other on his shoulder.
Sighing Harry nodded his head, maybe talking it with somehow he cared for and trusted would do the trick. Anyways, Hermione's occlumency training was coming along wonderfully she was a very quick learner and had some pretty good defenses done already, so he could trust unburdening some secrets with her.
Heading down to the Great Hall they took a seat in a secretive corner, and Harry got to telling her all about what happened yesterday.
Hermione was a great listener, gasping at all the right places and eyes sparkling when he told her about the innermost sanctum of the school as he could see her inner scholarly showing.
"I still can't believe he would do that," Hermione whispered once he was done telling his tale.
"Yeah, that our Hero of Light for us," he chuckled, but it was a cold heartless one that showed no emotions.
"Don't worry, I will help," Hermione comforted, "I try researching those chains you spoke about and how to get rid of them."
"Yeah, and I will try to find out what motives he has," Harry nodded his head. Just then the bell rang signaling that the first classes of the day would soon begin.
"I best be going to my Muggle Studies," Hermione uttered as she got up and picked up her last slice of toast.
Harry shook his head, he still did not understand what she had to learn about muggles when she grew up as one nearly all her life. But that was Hermione ever the over achiever and studious one.
"See ya," he waved to her as he too got up to head into the library to do some light reading.
Already Harry felt much better now that he had someone to share his burden with. He couldn't help it as a ghost of a smile split his face, he was glad he had Hermione as a best friend!
As he was walking down the castle halls, Harry run into the one person he never wanted to, Snape.
The greasy bat has his cloak billowing behind him, and when he spotted him he came to a stop.
"Potter," he sneered as he looked down at him from his hooked nose like he was the scum of the heart.
"Hello Snape," Harry nodded his head, "are you sure you would be antagonizing after what happened last time. The Headmaster made his warnings plain and clear!"
If he could take the old man for one thing then it was defanging the greasy bat, there was basically nothing he could do to him, and that opened him up for Harry.
Face blanching at the reminder, the man sniffed at him to hide his discomfort, and held his head high. "I had done nothing to you, so there is nothing you can complain about."
"Whatever you say," Harry smiled at him like a predator, "make sure you don't trip up because I will be there to make sure you fall!"
Returning glare for glare, Snape was first to finally break away as he seem to not like what he saw in his eyes. Grinning Harry was about to walk away until the man asked, "where did you hear that name?"
"What?" Harry asked in confusion as he turned to face him.
Jaws tightening, the greasy haired bat repeated, "Who told you about that... nickname!"
"Oh, that?!" Harry chuckled, "just seemed like an adequate description, wouldn't you say," he poked fun at.
Eyes narrowing, Harry watched as his hand twitched under his sleeves where his wand most likely was. "You have been hanging out with that criminal, weren't you?" the Potion Professor asked as he withdrew his hand.
"Who?" Harry asked innocently.
Nodding his head more to himself than him really, the hooked nose man turned around and walked off without another word.
Harry watched him as he disappeared off in the distance, it didn't matter if he realized he was hanging around with Sirius. Just next week the Wizengamot would be back in session, and the first thing on the itinerary was the captured Death Eaters retrials.
And everything was already set up to get Sirius's name cleared!
In his Arithmancy class, Professor Septima was going off about some complicated formula. When he started learning Arithmancy over the summer with Sirius, the first thing he noticed was how similar it was to Math and Coding.
It was weird but Arithmancy seem to be a blend of the two. As he was musing over those thoughts a knock on the classroom door burst in on Harry's thoughts.
It was Colin Creevey; he edged into the room, beaming at Harry, and walked up to Septima's desk at the front of the room.
"Yes?" Septima asked curtly.
"Ah, Hi Professor! I'm supposed to bring Harry to the Great Hall."
Septima stared down at the young boy as her steely gaze bore into him which quickly erased Colin's eager smile.
"Potter has another hour of Arithmancy to complete," Septima coldly uttered. "He will come upstairs when this class is finished."
Immediately Colin went pink in the face. "Ma'am, Professor McGonagall wants him," he said nervously.
"Very well, very well," Septima said cooly. "Potter, leave your things here, I want you back down here later for a quiz on what we covered today."
"Please, Ma'am" squeaked Colin. "Professor McGonagall said he's got to take his things with him."
"Fine!" Septima snapped. "Potter — take your bag and get out of my sight!" Harry swung his bag over his shoulder, got up, and headed for the door. As he walked passed by Septima she mouth to him sorry. Images needed to be kept after all, and Professor Septima was known as a hard ass who took no bullshit.
"So what does Professor McGonagall need for me?" Harry asked, speaking the moment he had closed the classroom door behind him. "I really don't want to antagonize Professor Septima and end up in detention with her all week!"
"I don't know," Colin shrugged his shoulder, "but it must be something very important," he nodded his head as if he deserved to be in all vital meetings.
Rolling his eyes, Harry knew Colin meant well as the boy looked up to his like his hero. Still though it did get demanding always being in the forecenter. "Great," said Harry dully. "Exactly what I need in my life. More limelight."
"Good luck!" said Colin when they had reached the entrance to the Great Hall.
"Thanks," Harry nodded his head as he pushed the doors open and entered.
When Harry walked in he saw most of the tables and chairs had been pushed away to the back of the room, leaving a large space in the middle.
He saw a dozen or so people inside the Great Hall, some he recognized like Cho Chang, Angelina Johnson, Cedric Diggory, Rogers, Fred and George, and many more. He saw that there were even some 7th years which was indeed rare to see since most of them go off and do Apprenticeships far away from the school, thus none of them are rare at Hogwarts throughout most of the year.
"I see that you were able to make it," Professor McGonagall noted as she walked up to him.
"Professor," Harry nodded his head respectfully to the older woman.
Acknowledging him, Professor McGonagall turned to the room at large, "You might all be wondering why I called here for, mhm?!"
There were agreeable nods all around as no one knew what was going on just like him and they were all curious to know.
"I want all of you to reform the bases of the Student Committee. With the arrival of the other schools near at hand, I want you all working together to start decorating Hogwarts and to assist with school affairs and activities."
"That is some considerable responsibilities," one student with short blond hair that covered her left eye spoke up.
"I trust that you will all be able to handle it, Beatrice Haywood," Professor McGonagall replied. "This is a very paramount duty as you will have to all show our school spirit and make sure that you out do all the other schools that will be arriving!"
Harry was surprised when he saw Professor McGonagall who was the picture of sternness and good behavior show such a competitive expression.
"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall," Fred spoke up.
"We will show those foreigners what it means to be from the British Isles," George finished for him.
"Good I will be counting on all of you!" Professor McGonagall nodded her head. "Now, I have a class in an hour to prepare for, tell me if you need anything and I will personally get it for you," with that, she left them be as she headed out, closing the great doors behind herself.
"So does anyone have some bright idea what to do?" Rogers asked in a bored tone.
"Why don't we do a magic show?" a Ravenclaw boy asked.
"What about a Broom Skywriting?"
"Let's do some circus acts!"
"Why don't we bring some magical creatures?"
"I say let's have some magic fireworks!"
"Ow, Ow, Ow," the twins raised their hands.
"Why don't we have some dancing sloths?!" George asked once they had everyone's attention.
"I heard it's all the rave with muggles!" Fred chuckled.
"Who do you guys even get this from?" Harry asked as he stared at them to see if they were really being serious or just joking.
"Clowns," a Slytherin seventh year sneered.
"Want to repeat that?" Angelina Johnson asked as in a snap she had her wand out and at the ready.
"We shouldn't be fighting, guys," Cho Chang tried to soothe things over but she was pushed aside as arguments broke out and more wands were drawn.
BANG
A loud sound that deafened everyone echoed in the room, and everyone turned to the source to see Harry holding up his wand. Looking down at everyone who was older than him, but seem to want to act like children, his gaze landed on each and every single person in the room.
"Could you all stop acting like CHILDREN and more like adults?! All your ideas are accepted, except for the dancing sloths," he pointed to the twins.
"Ah," they both uttered in defeat.
"Now let's work together and get this do-..."
"Wait," the seventh year Slytherin uttered as he crossed his arms together and stared down at him. "Who made you in charge."
Eyes narrowing at the older boy, Harry didn't break gaze away from him at all as he shouted, "Raise your hands if you would like me to be head of this Student Committee?!"
Everyone was surprised at his question, but soon his friends and acquaintances raised his hand then others joined in before long as they went along with the crowd. Soon he had nearly everyone except one or two holds out including his challenger.
"Well that settles it," he said as he grinned savagely at the older boy.
Then turning around from him as he wasn't worth his time anymore, he shouted, "Come on people let's go we got work to do before the other schools arrive!"
ELEVEN Prestigious schools; Hogwarts, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, Castelobruxo, Durmstrang Institute, Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Jordan Academy of Sorcery, Koldovstoretz, Shanghai Institute of Magics, Mahoutokoro School of Magic, Oceania Academy of Wizardry, and Uagadou School of Magic!
Chapter 94: Burdens & Duties
Coming down for breakfast in the Great Hall, Harry made sure to be quick about his meal as today he had a busy schedule. Even though it was the weekend, and classes were out of session, he still had plenty to do.
Just as he was about to leave however, Fawkes appeared in all his fiery glory, and came down to land before him.
Spotting the letter tied to his feet, Harry withdrew it curious to know but already fearing what it contained.
Reading it to himself, Harry saw what he expected, Dumbledore wanted to have a chat with him before today's Wizengamot session.
Crumbling the parchment up in his hand, Harry smiled at the phoenix, "tell Professor Dumbledore that I am quite busy today, so let's reschedule."
With that, Harry was out, he did not want to deal with that old man right now, so with all haste he made his way off the school grounds and once he was out of the wards, he disappeared in a fiery congruent of bright orange and red flames.
Once he was safely back at his family home, he saw that his twin maids already had his robes ready for him.
Freshening himself up, Harry was about to head back out, but then his mirror phone rang.
Looking down at the Caller Id in a bit of confusion, he saw that it wasn't anyone he had down.
He thought about just ignoring it, but curiosity got him in the end and answered it.
"Hello, Harry Potter speaking!"
"Hello my dear boy," a very familiar voice answered back.
"Headmaster is that you?" Harry asked in total surprise. He never thought or even imagined him calling his mirror phone, not ever.
"Yes, your friends were polite enough to give your phone after you left so soon."
"What do you want?" Harry asked with a sight. The first thing he was going to do after he hang up was block this number. He thought about canceling the old man's line, but that would be pushing it.
"My dear boy, I want to talk about today's trials!"
"Oh that, what would you like to know?" Harry asked, playing it cool.
"You know what I want to know. You just can't do this. If you go down this path then you may never come back. Killing helpless people won't do you any good."
"Helpless, Professor?" Harry inquired with a chuckle, "do you not know these people Headmaster? These are the worst criminals of Voldermort's army! We both know what would happen if they got loose."
"I know, I kno-..."
"No," Harry cut him off in the middle of his speech, "I do not think you realize the gravity of the situation, Professor. We have one chance to act, before it is all too late. And I am willing to do what is necessary to keep the people of Magical Britain safe, unlike you."
"Wha-..."
"You know what I mean," Harry once again prevented him from speaking. "we have a duty to uphold, the safety of this country. That means doing whatever is necessary to see to it.
Now," Harry said, getting tired of this old man and his endless lies, "I will do my duty, will you Professor?"
It wasn't too long since he was here, Harry remembered well his debut into the political field. Today was his second session at the Wizengamot, and his plan only seem to get bigger!
Now he was looking to cut off the hand of his other dreadful enemy, he was gunning for Voldermort's followers and looking to strangle them in the crib before they could rise up again.
If his plans succeeded today, then he would be striking a massive blow to Voldermort and getting rid of his most vile and fanatical followers.
Plus he would also be completing his main goal something he has been hoping to do all summer long, clearing Sirius name.
Ever since he found out that his godfather now adoptive father was an innocent man who has his name dragged in the dirt for stuff he didn't do. Harry wanted to just return the favor of him being there for him this year, looking out for him as best he could, and being his mentor into the magical world.
It would have been icing on the cake if he could get the real perpetrator in his grasp, and do so many unspeakable things to him for betraying his parents and leading to their death. But you could always hope!
Looking around the great chamber room of the Wizengamot, Harry knew he had to do some lobbying to get the votes he needed to see his plans accomplished.
The first person he went to meet, was the person who wanted Sirius free as much as he did, Amelia Bones.
"My lady," Harry announced himself, he came upon the older woman chatting with her allies, family vassals, and constituents.
"Harry," she acknowledged him, then dismissing her people with a nod only the two of them were left.
"So where is he?" she asked once they had some privacy.
"He will be making his surprised arrival just as planned," he chuckled.
Shaking her head, the mature witch muttered, "him and his theatrics!"
"I can't wait to see a lot of them shitting their pants," Harry mused as he stared about at the gathered people. They were all most noble and esteemed pure bloods of Magical Britain society. A bunch of stuck ups really that can't see beyond their own nose.
"Well I have made some interesting finds," Amelia voiced. "I still can't belive it, but it looks like Sirius didn't even get a trial in the first place."
"Really?" Harry asked as a look of surprised fluttered across his face, a son of House Black, the most noble and ancient of Houses didn't get his due process, now that would be all the rage.
Most pure-bloods, especially those of noble birth are uppity of their special rights and favorable treatments, forget about the basic ones that even muggle-borns are due.
"Yep," Amelia nodded her head as she seem to read his expression and understand what he was thinking. "It looks Bartemius Crouch Sr. didn't even think he needed a trial since Sirius seem all but guilty so he just threw him in Azkaban!"
"There must have been a deeper plot in that," Harry mused as he rubbed his chin. "There was no way that power hungry ass would throw his career for some vindictive rule breaking. Someone who didn't want Sirius to get a trial must have set him to it."
Just as Harry uttered that thought, they both knew who it was, Dumbledore. That ass hat, must have not wanted Sirius to get the trial he deserved to clear his name. And Sirius couldn't really argue since he was in the throes of mania and self-inflicted guilt.
"That bastard," Harry uttered with a shake of his head. He was just as bad as Voldermort, even worse in some cases since that mad man didn't try to hide his intentions behind a veil of grandfatherly care.
"And we can't provide it can we?" Harry asked. he had to give it to the old goat, he was a slippery bastard, he did well to hide his tracks and rarely slipped up in keeping with his image he cultivated for decades and decades on end.
"No, but it will paint everyone involved at the time in a very bad light!" Amelia answered.
"Well that's better than nothing, and I will have the Daily Prophet run this after the Wizengamot session is concluded."
Nodding her head, they both separated to do some more lobbying before court was in session.
After meeting with Amelia, Harry meet with his vassals to procure their votes on today's maters. It was his right as their liege lord to get their votes, but words needed to be said to get the rebellious bunch in line and make my intentions clear.
With that he had his 140 votes plus 11 more now making a grand total of 151, basically over 5% of all the votes in the Wizengamot.
He made a few promises of gifts being sent their way to show his appreciation to them, even though it was his right to have their votes, it didn't mean he couldn't give out bribes to ease any hurt feelings or angry thoughts.
He always found that a few Galleons here or there would go a long way in making everyone happy. And he had a butt load of gold flowing through his accounts, so he didn't mind the expense.
After that he had to meet the new Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot Madam Longbottom. When he came up to her he saw that she was surrounded by a bunch of bootlickers trying to wiggle something out of her in one form or the other. Since she now had a whole lot of clout, everyone wanted something from her.
He couldn't blame them, the old woman just became one of the most powerful people in the land that could make decisions on a number of matters.
From the look on her face when he came up to her it was like a Magic send as she shooed them away.
"Back to shake things up, I see," the old woman smiled once they were walking along together.
"You think too much of me, Madam," Harry chuckled as he played modest.
Then getting to what he really wanted, he said, "but..."
"There always is a but in there," the old head of house Longbottom cackled.
"Yes, all I can say for now is allow him to speak and get his trial."
Looking up at him in confusion, Neville's grandmother asked, "By Merlin's beard, what are you going on about boy?"
"Everything will become clear later, but please don't jump to conclusion. That is all I ask!" Harry pleaded. He didn't want to be overheard by some other listeners who might get a whiff of his plan, he wanted everything to be kept under wraps and couldn't risk things becoming derailed.
"I will trust you," the elderly with voice, "you are after all the one who had gotten me my Chief Warlock seat!"
"Think nothing of it, you are a better leader than what I can say about some," he smiled. Then as an after thought, he asked, "Oh, and can I count on your votes and voice to get this scum the proper punishment they deserve."
Eyes narrowing, she asked in a low growl, "Do you think I would have it any other way! Dumbledore might have once taken my revenge from me, but today I will see to it that I am satisfied."
Looking at the bloodthirsty old woman, it was like years were shaved off her back as her spine straightened and her head was held high. It's no wonder his family held the Golden Bears in such high regard and considered them blood brother!
"Well that is good enough for me," Harry said with a deep chuckle. It was clear you never wanted to mess with this old woman. She may look weak and getting on into her years, but she was a force to mess with.
No wonder she was able to contend with Dumbledore inside the Light Side for years on end even through the height of power!
Harry was about to meet the last person he need the support of or more like fracture the Dark Side. However stepped up before him, emerald colored eyes met emerald colored eyes.
"Lord Greengrass," Harry include his head to the older man who was dressed in ceremonial grey robes.
"Call me Cyrus," the head of house Greengrass said, "it would seem you would be visiting in just 2 weeks time at my home."
"Yes, your daughter invited me to discuss something of great importance," Harry answered, he wondered why Daphne hadn't told them about the betrothal she wanted to form with him. "Did she not tell you what the discussion would be about?" he asked exactly what he was thinking.
"No, that is my little girl for you, always plotting something," the wizard chuckled.
Harry was just about to spill it for him, even with how awkward it would have been, but the man seem to see it coming and held his hand out.
"No, don't tell me. I want this to be a surprise," he smiled, "that's my little girl for you, coming up with endless surprises. I am sure whatever it is, her mother would have a fit," he then laughed at loud, already imagining the scene.
"If that is what you wish, my lord," Harry said with a nod of his head. There was no reason to argue with the man if he wanted things a certain way.
Getting control of his amusement, the man faced him, his eyes very serious now. "That is not exactly what I approached you for."
"I am all ears, my lord," Harry said as he was curious to know to hear what the man had to say.
"I want to know is this a good idea?" he asked blatantly.
"What do you mean my lord?" Harry inquired, playing dumb to hide his shock and surprise. He knew exactly what the man was talking about, it just he was surprised to hear any resistance from the Grey Side.
Voldermort's dark reign affected everyone, it didn't matter if you were the despised muggles, the mud blood muggle-borns, a lowly half-blood, a pure-blood, or of the peerage. You were either with Voldermort and supported him, or you were against him; there was no middle ground at all.
So just as thousands upon thousands of muggles were killed in massive scale destruction spells, and muggle-borns were hunted down, half-blood were persecuted, and pure-bloods not with the program were labeled blood traitors.
So was the Grey Side who just wanted to stay out of all the madness. They too took a massive hit in numbers in the ensuing war as plenty of Death Eaters performed hits on their members.
Harry thought considering that Cyrus was the head of the Grey Side he would as much if not some more be out for blood since his faction members were murdered for just standing on the sideline and not lifting a wand against the Death Eaters.
"I know you understand what I am talking about Lord Potter. I just want to know if this is a good idea?" the older wizard asked as he stared right at him as if peering into his soul.
"Why isn't it?" Harry asked as he meet gaze for gaze. "Our society would be better off without these criminals that have done so many untold things to this great country and its people! Why wouldn't I want to see them gone from the face of the earth."
"That is not the point I am trying to make," the older man shook his head as his shaggy hair shook to either side.
"Then what is the point you are trying to make?" Harry posed forth there was no anger or venom in his tone, he wanted to truly hear what the man had to say. Best he wouldn't deny he wanted to create a good image for his future father-in-law.
Sighing, "Don't you see boy, if you go ahead with this you would be cutting down numerous great bloodline and ending them right then and there! With how low our numbers our, I do not think we can even risk that! Plus beyond that you are not thinking about the personal cost. At this point, everyone knows this is your idea and it won't take even a fool to realize that you are the mastermind behind all this.
Did you think about the repercussions, what do you think the family members and even children of those you send to the afterlife think? Do you think they would give you a pat on the back and praise you all the way to the sky?!
Finally what about the Death Eaters that escaped justice and are still hiding among us?" he asked delivering the final nail on the coffin. "Do you think they would like seeing their comrades in arms get put down? I am already positively sure that some are already making moves against you," he exclaimed waving in the direction of Dark Side members.
"You think I do not know that," Harry chuckled, but it wasn't a cheerful one but one empty. "Do you think I do not realize the fallout of all this?"
"If you do then why?" Cyrus asked, he appreciated the man, he seem to genuinely care about the risk he might be in.
Sighing a long tired breath, there wasn't any time like today that he felt all the burdens on his shoulders. It was like the whole world rested on his back, which he guessed it maybe did with two gargantuan forces pressed against him.
He thought about all the havoc that the Death Eaters locked up right now would reek if they got out. What sort of boost they would be if... no WHEN Voldermort returned, there was no question about it.
Inside Azkaban were the worst of the worst, pure fanatical worshipers of Voldermort that took to everything he said with wild, mad glee.
There was no way he could let them get back outside into the world, he needed to do what was necessary. If it required antagonizing the whole world, then so be it! He would be willing to do anything to keep his family, friends, and beloved safe.
"You wouldn't understand, my lord," Harry shook his head. There was no way the man would believe him that Voldermort was coming back. To most people even the most hardy and strong of the lot, did not... no could not imagine it.
"If I can get your vote that would be wonderful, but if you do not want to or can't risk your neck that is alright. When old wounds are uncovered, I am sure I would get all the votes I need to see my plans accomplished."
With a nod of his head, Harry walked away from the man leaving him staring at his back as he disappeared among the crowd.
Knights have 1 vote, Barons have 3 votes, Viscounts have 5 votes, Counts have 10 votes, Earls have15 votes, Marquis have 20 votes, Dukes have 30 votes, Arch-Duke have 40 votes, Royals have 50 votes.
Chapter 95: Surprise Motherfuckers
As everyone was milling about making backroom deals and secret alliances, the court crier stepped up before every and then shouted. "The retrials of the c-convicted... Death Eater will begin in 5 minutes!"
Even the slight man looked off put as things of a dark past being dragged out of their hellish prison and back to the forefront of everyone's mind.
Walking towards his seat Harry was soon joined by his ever faithful and loyal maids, Rem & Ram!
Tobry forced them upon him, the house-elf never stopped worrying about him. The short little humanoid just kept on going about having extra security detail. Ha, like he needed protection, not to sound arrogant but he could handle himself pretty well and however approached him with evil interiors. Well then he could show them what the boy-who-lived was all about.
In the end though, he conceded to Tobry's request, if anything just to have a piece of mind and not be bugged all day by the house-elf about it. Tobry might be a well spoken and refined house-elf, but that didn't mean he didn't know how to force what he wanted and thought was proper to get down.
Nodding his head to both women, Harry took his seat while Rem & Ram stood to either side of him. It was not an unusual sight to see a lot of Lords and Ladies with hanger-ons; that was aristocrats for you, they just couldn't go anywhere without someone being there to wipe their asses for them or arse kiss to high heaven.
Looking about the massive chamber Harry counted off the 500 or so Lords and Ladies that made up high society in the Magical Britain. Each representing their house whether it be small like Knight households or massive like the few Marquises houses that remained in this land.
They were the people that held all the power and most of the wealth in the Magical Isles of old King Arthur.
Harry spotted all the big players here, except for one which he found odd. He thought Lord Nott would be one of the first people in court today trying to lobby hard against this proceeding, but he guessed the man couldn't stomach seeing all his old comrades who he murdered with, raped, and caused all sorts of mayhem to be dispatched right before his.
Harry imagined he was already packing up and withdrawing his son from Hogwarts as he was looking to flee to better lands that welcomed the Darker arts with open arms.
It would make his Casus Belli with his family obsolete as he would have to track them down and wage war over magical country borders, but Harry would find it a much better comfort seeing him taking the first international Portkey out of here.
"Alright," Madam Longbottom shouted once everyone was seated, her voice was amplified to be heard loud and clear. "Let the proceeds begin!" she exclaimed as she struck her gavel down on her block.
"Bringing in the first convict," the court crier out. Being the ever present norm he was in this place.
In walked in a gaunt bony man dressed in the usual Azkban wear of long black and white overalls and tattooed with magic damping runes and the prison insignia right in the middle.
The man looked around sharply as he was hauled in by two Aurors to either side, as he was chained up from head to toe and even had a muzzle on his face. Harry could see the arrogance on his face as he was forced to talk a seat right in the middle of the chamber as his copper brown hair fell in front of his face.
He looked dirty and flea bitten as if he got dragged out of the sewer more than anything, Harry was glad he was far away from him so that he didn't get to smell his god awful stench. It was a minor blessing.
Still though, it showed the injustice that Sirius suffered. For over a decade he was imprisoned in that horrid place when he was truly an innocent man all along. It was a miracle he didn't go mad or just waste away like most do in that place.
It seem like that wasn't the end of visitors as three wraith like creatures cloaked in long ripping black cloth which head their faces glided inside behind the prisoner and Aurors.
Instantly there was near pandemonium as everyone in the chamer knew what these creatures were, Dementors. However while everyone was taking in sharp breaths, shouting and yelling, or in most cases screaming like little girls, Harry focused on the creatures.
He was the presence of these foul creatures before and he knew them well. What was strange was that he didn't feel that cold hopeless aura like all the joy and happiness was being sucked right out of you that you usually do when you are on these creature's presence.
It was indeed quite peculiar...
"Shut it you little misbegotten sissies," Madam Longbottom roared out, cutting through all the noise and near hysteria like butter!
"I can't believe you are all the representatives of this great country. Where did we go wrong to have you lot leading us?" she asked as her cold iron gaze ran across the room.
"Have a spin, these creatures have been tamed by our ancestors long ago. We are the masters, Not them. Rember that, or else I will be whipping you as your mother should have years ago," she shouted as she waved her cane.
Even though she was an old frail woman who was going on in her years, she still looked like a terrifying vengeful spirit in that form.
It seem like everyone wised up and decided they rather face these soulless creatures than Madam Longbottom herself. It was a wise choice he thought, he didn't want to face that old woman himself!
"Now continue," she waved her hand as she took her seat again.
Doing as commanded of him the court crier, unfurled a long parchment, "Mulciber II of House Norvz. You stand here on the account of 137 Second Degree Murders, 37 First Degree Murders, 14 Rapes, 21 Kidnappings, 5 Robberies, 28 Arsons, 1 Voluntary Broomslaughter, Aggravated Assaults, Hate Crimes, Conspiracy to bring down this State..." and the list just went on.
Harry had to give it to him, the man really went on a spree. He shook his head in disgust.
Mulciber II was one of Voldemort's most senior Death Eaters, these who were either old chums of his from Slytherin house or younger Slytherin alumni, mostly pure-bloods, and people highly useful to Voldemort for their wealth, skill, or ruthlessness.
There were called the Dark Nobles, the ruling body of Voldermort's little army. They were bestowed with the Dark Mark on the inside of their lower left arm. These were his inner circle, those he summoned to his side, and who sat at his high table. They were given the honors of learning the three Unforgivables Spells right from Voldermort.
[A/N: I did that so not every average joe could know the three Unforgivables. So if you watched the movies you know the people at the high table in Malfoy manor are the only ones that know the spells. So that is like Dozen or two people like Snape, Bellatrix, Lucius. This makes them dangerous since they could one shot you, and creates a sense of danger. And I do not want the Unforgivables overused, only used in rare situation.]
Being branded with the Dark Mark was a symbol of the highest status and honor in Voldemort's little new world, but was also something of a dangerous burden, as it allowed the Dark Lord to track, communicate with, and summon his chosen few.
There were also some people who a bit on par with the actual Dark Nobles, such as relatives of the True Death Eaters like Narcissa Malfoy, or big backers like Walburga Black and so forth. They weren't given Dark Marks, but still they were held in high regard.
On the other hand, people like Peter Pettigrew were branded with the Dark Mark as well, though they was considered to be much lower ranked than any other Death Eater, as Voldemort disdained them, and didn't trust them, but they were of great use for him. Thus they were given the Dark Mark so that he could keep a closer eye on them.
Age plays little influence on one's induction into the group, as Regulus Black became Death Eaters at only age 18, all that really matters is their devotion and maybe their social stands as well.
The next level down were those allowed to wear Death Eater garments in order to command the respect they engendered, but were not Marked. They were official members of Voldermor's little army, but weren't too powerful to gain his notice and be welcomed into the inner group. Genuine Death Eaters also regard these faux members with disrespect, as they did not hesitate to speak down on them, nor outright attack them.
On the lowest rung was a mass of supportive rabble, loyal to Voldemort but not useful enough to him to deal with him directly. They were given orders and opportunities to commit crimes or advance themselves through the ranks of the Death Eaters. On the same tier were witches and wizards under the Imperius Curse, and non-humans of different degrees of sentience such as Werewolves, Giants, Hags, Ghosts, Ogres, Vampires, Inferi, Trolls, and much more. These were pressed into service by the Death Eaters, and sentient groups that would have ordinarily remained neutral were brought into the fold with false promises that their grievances would be avenged upon victory in battle.
They are used as expendable cannon fodder more than anything, meant to overwhelm their enemies through sheer force of numbers.
There were other ranks that really didn't fit like Trainers, who were in charge of secret training camps for new recruits. Or spies of course, and much more.
Getting back to the topic on hand, it seem like he wasn't the only one who didn't want to hear this monotony of gruesome misery.
"That's enough," Neville's grandmother said as she held out her hand. "I think we heard enough!" she said as she honed on the Death Eater.
"Do you have anything to say?" she asked with a sneer of disgust. Nodding her head to the Auror, they removed the muzzle.
A deep chuckle left his chest as his shoulders shook in amusement, he faced everyone with his haughty gaze. He said nothing, but his face said it all. He had absolute faith that his Dark Lord would avenge him.
"So be it, stay silent like the dog you are, " the new Chief Warlock said with a shrug of her shoulder. As with another nod, the Death Eater was muzzled again.
"I will call the vote now," she said, cutting to the heart of the matter and skipping all the bullshit. Madam Longbottom was a no nonsense woman, he wanted everything done strictly and effectively.
"Who believes that Mulciber II deserves a much-..."
Just as the elderly woman was in the middle of speaking, people begin to pour out of the fireplaces that lit the chamber all around.
Dark green flames cast shadows everywhere as people in long flowing cloaks with eerie masks flooded the place.
Wands were raised and pointed at the occupants of the room, and eerie silence fell.
It was like Magic itself jinxed him over, he was just thinking about Death Eaters and their hierarchy and now here were a bunch of them right in the middle of Wizengamot.
Instantly Rem & Ram were on guard as he could feel them tense up behind him.
The fear and trepidation was ripe in the air, as both Lords of Magical Britain and Death Eater stared at each other.
Harry could see that they came well prepared as he counted a 100 or so darkly cloaked Death Eaters. They were of course fewer than the Lords and Ladies gathered here by a factor of 5. But when all hell broke loose, he expected a bunch to flee, others to hide, and most we just going to loose their shits.
Only a minority of a minority would stand up to fight, the others would just be a hinderes and more likely to cause more harm than help.
Breaking the silence was Madam Longbottom who was up on her feet and clapping her hands together. Everyone looked at the old woman like she had just gone mad. They all seem to forget the tense moment and just stare at the old woman.
Harry had to give it to her, that old bat really had some guts, even he wasn't willing to get up and paint a target on his back. He could escape from here as he made a bloody path towards the fireplace and back home. He even was already thinking about his fast path towards the nearest fireplace.
He wasn't a superman and couldn't take on a whole small army by himself no matter how powerful he had become. Yes, he might be able to whittle down their number in the confusion that was going to ensure any second now, but if more than he could handle gathered then he would be in trouble.
He might stand a chance in his Draconic form, but this place no matter how grand it was, wasn't enough room to dragon out.
It was better to retreat now and come fight another day.
However Madam Longbottom didn't seem to be having any of that as she smiled down at the gathered.
"I was expecting you all day Nott, why don't you come out," she said with a kind grandmotherly smile, however, Harry didn't feel any warmth from it but just icy coldness.
Stepping out of the crowd as the Death Eaters parted for him, was Tobias Nott how removed his mask.
"How did you know?" he glared at the old man.
"Come on, Tobias," she said with a shake of her head, "You were the most staunch opponent of this plan, and you knew that you couldn't have your way. So of course you would revert to your old ways, wouldn't you?"
Sneering at the old woman, he faced her head on, "It doesn't matter if you knew what I was going to do, you old crone. It's too late now, I have you where I want."
Chuckling lightly the elderly woman said nothing, and let the man rant on.
"I will be the new Chief Warlock as I should have been, and I will take a firm grasp of this country and lead it down the path it should have always been. There will be no more of filth ruining everything and bringing down your great society. We will take a firm grasp of your fate, and bring Magical Britain to a new era!"
Rolling his eyes, Harry just couldn't get enough of this man, he really was a bright ray of sunshine.
"You can not do this, Tobias," Cornelius Fudge shouted as he got up and shook his face red and his hands balled into fists. Harry was surprised the man was able to get the courage to stand up, but he guessed the idiot didn't like being sidelined and having his station robbed of an upstart in his opinion.
"Shut up, you fool," Tobias growled as he pointed his wand at the Minster direction which immediately had the man recoiling back. His undersecretary, the fat toad, had him seated back down as she whispered in his ear.
"And you," the man spat as he looked pointedly at Lucius Malfoy who sat beside his wife. Harry had to give it to the man, he at least had the courage to faced Tobias glare head on.
"How dare you betray the Dark Lord, you treacherous coward. Working with these Blood Traitors and muggle lovers."
"I have no idea what you are talking about Lord Nott," Lucius answered as he held his head high.
"Good, good, good," the man said as he nodded his head. "It's still not too late Lucious, you can join me now and end his charade, or you can go down with your new work buddies."
"You still don't understand do you, Tobias," the silvery blonde haired man asked as his gaze flickered to Madam Longbottom and he licked his lips in nervous regard.
"Don't understand what?" the opposing man asked.
Shaking his head, the Malfoy family head said nothing more and just sat back in his seat.
"Well if you have made your bed with them then so be it, don't blame me for what happens to you," he spat out as he turned his head away.
Tobias turned to the chamber at large and nearly everyone recoiled back in feat under his gaze, finally, then his eyes landed on Harry or in a more approximate area. But Harry knew the man had his sights upon him and to prove it...
"And you," the man repeated as he pointed his finger at him.
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