Harry Potter and the King of the Amazons

Chapter 33

-Dumbledore-

Groaning, Dumbledore felt his nose snap back into place under the ministrations of Poppy's wand. Five hours. It had taken five bloody hours for the damn paintings in his office to wake up and go find help. He had heavily warded and enchanted his office over the years of being there. Every door, every window, every drawer in the headmaster's office was sealed and warded so only he could open them with magic. The paintings were kept asleep when he needed privacy and the spell to make them rest took time to wear off. The inhabitants of other portraits couldn't enter his office. Fawkes kept going on longer and longer hunting trips and stopped coming when he called. And the rest of the staff knew not to bother him unless it was important.

He spent five hours pacing around his office with a broken bleeding nose. He had managed to hold his bladder for no more than a half hour before he soiled his robes. Eventually a painting woke up and he sent them off to find a house elf, the only things able to get through the wards with ease being the Hogwarts House elves. Now he was finally getting his nose fixed, having to wear a borrowed robeand use the shower in an unoccupied teacher's quarters. Now he had to go to Diagon Alley to get another wand so he could unlock his office and get his first wand to allow him to study why the Elder Wand suddenly felt dead.

"Thank you Poppy." He rubbed his now healed nose, wondering if it would get broken for a fourth time.

"Of course Albus." The mediwitch nodded, not reacting to his wince at not being by the title of headmaster. The only reason he was still allowed to stay in the Headmaster's office and quarters was that it would have taken more effort than Harry deemed it worth to move him to another room just to move him out at the end of the year. "Now, do you need help getting to Diagon?"

"I'll use the floo from the Three Broomsticks." Dumbledore shook his head, not wanting to let more people than was necessary know about the current situation. Poppy's expression said she clearly knew his reasonings but wasn't bothered to argue. Forcing himself not to scowl, Dumbledore left the Hospital Wing. It was difficult keeping himself at a leisurely pace, but he managed to walk out of the castle and through the grounds, nodding to the native students and foreign witches and wizards alike.

He knew something had happened when he heard the loud pained scream. Running down to try and save whoever was being attacked he got to the Village only to see a crowd of the damned amazons near where he heard the scream. Had one of the brat's thugs bitten off more than they could chew? He wouldn't admit the idea of the brat running into a problem was appealing.

Getting closer, he realized things weren't as he suspected as the screams were male in origin and many of the Amazons were standing guard around the Albino woman the he remembered was one of the brat's wives. "What's going on here?" he demanded loudly, giving his firmest glare to Potter's thugs, none of whom even bothered to look his direction.

"They're heroes!" a villager told him excitedly, "That woman was attacked by Fenrir Greyback and some of his pack, but these women managed to take him down without a problem! Even the aurors couldn't do that!"

Looking between a gap in the circle of angry women with spears he saw several gutted werewolves, a few still dying from various perforations and injuries.

"These men need medical attention." He frowned, trying to push through to get at the ones still alive only to be shoved back into a puddle of mud. "How dare you?!" he snarled at the amazon who had shoved him.

"You were attempting to save these men." One of the thugs didn't growl, didn't snarl, didn't even glare. They stared at him apathetically as if he wasn't worth the effort. "The Village of Hogsmede is within the domain of the Castle Hogwarts which falls under the command of our King. These men attempted to attack Propheta and as such are sentenced to death. We are merely carrying out their justly earned sentence."

"Justly earned?!" he was incredulous "Death and murder are never the answer! What if these men had been given a chance to repent? To change their ways?! Now these men will die without ever seeing their families again, those families will never get to see their loved ones again! All because you feel it's your right to choose who lives and who dies!"

"Leave civilian, you have no authority here. Nor any say in the laws of the amazon kingdom." The lead thug slammed the but of her spear into the ground twice as the group surrounding the albino woman escort her away, the rest staying to watch as the men they murdered blead out. Dumbledore was forced to watch too, hoping they would leave so he could save the men, but that hope was in vain. Sighing in sadness at the wasted loss of life from these imbecilic thugs, Dumbledore walked into the Three Broomsticks and paid for a pinch of floo powder, heading to the Leaky Cauldron.

-Pettigrew-

Frowning, Peter watched as Dumbledore slunk off towards the pub as the last of Greyback's pack that were brought with him finally finished bleeding out. Werewolves were strongest during the full moon, even if they had no control, but were always stronger and faster than a normal witch or wizard would be physical. They didn't get tired as easily, recovered both their magic and their energy faster, healed faster, could see in the dark, and were resistant to pain. That being said, being stabbed in the gut and out the back and left bleeding in the dirt was enough to kill anyone. They hadn't even so much as given the target a scratch, hadn't even scared the woman if her expression was anything to go by. All they likely did was put the woman on alert that someone was after her specifically.

Slipping into an alley, he turned back to human form and disappeared with a crack, appearing back inside the old Riddle House. "Damn it all Yaxley," Pettigrew grumbled as he stalked inside to report to his master "if you made this harder I'm not taking the blame for you."

"Wormtail!" his master's hissing voice reaches his ears as he winces, knowing was hungry and he was always angrier when hew as hungry, "Get here now!"

"Yes master!" Peter called back, hurrying to make a dose of his master's potion.

"Wormtail! Report!" Voldemort hissed from the ratty old armchair acting as his throne. Nagini sat curled by the fire, staring at him hungrily, likely smelling his rat form still.

"Yaxley is planning his attack and sent me to go have other free Death Eaters prepare attacks of their own. He refused to tell me his plan, wanting to keep them all hidden from each other so nobody could reveal the plans of the other. He also sent me to have Greyback do an initial attack to make Potter think that was it."

"And?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes, knowing that there was more to the matter.

"I was observing Hogsmede and saw Greyback bring most of his pack to try and attack. The Potter boy's forces saw the attack and didn't hesitate. They gutted Greyback and his men and watched them bleed out in the dirt. Dumbledore tried to intervene but was rebuffed and told that Hogsmede was the territory of the Castle and therefore the property of Harry Potter. Dumbledore left after they werewolves were dead and there were no more chances to 'save' them before going into the Three Broomsticks. I heard him use the floo before I left."

"I see." Voldemort's eyes narrowed, "Was the attack at least successful?"

"The target didn't even get so much as a scratch master." Wormtail shook his head "Potter's forces have better reaction time and reflexes than the aurors, as little hesitation to kill as a death eater, and unlike your forces they don't play with their food. They kill it and watch to make sure it dies."

"Yaxley better hope he succeeds, or he will be feeling my displeasure for quite the foreseeable future." Voldemort snarled.

"I have a proposal if you wish to hear it master." Wormtail gulped, knowing if it failed he would be tortured till he was close to the state of the Longbottoms but if it worked he might get a seat at his master's right hand.

"If you must Wormtail but first there is something bothering me." Voldemort tapped his fingers together "You said Dumbledore wished to stop the death of Greyback's pack…so why didn't he use his wand?"