0000000000000 Perry Smith 00000000000000

Perry Smith, he would never acknowledge his married name, sat in St. Mungo's after getting the last of the love potions from his system. The Healers just left after the last treatment, and the pitying looks some of them couldn't hide almost made him scratch their eyes out. He didn't need pity. He needed to curse his supposed 'family' and 'husband' until there was barely enough left to fill a thimble before releasing an overpowered Incendio at it. And considering he's always been good with the more destructive spells in his youth, he knew that he could pull it off. He should have taken a page out of Andromeda Tonks nee Black's book and set fire to his father's office before pulling a runner, although, he wasn't sure he wouldn't lock the door behind him to make sure the bastard couldn't run. A flutter of a kick from his stomach brought Perry out of his homicidal thoughts.

Looking down at his stomach and rubbing the small bulge, Perry took a breath and tried to calm down. He wasn't going to punish the children he had because the surrounding 'adults' in his life were backstabbing, amoral dumbasses that deserve repeated kicks from steal toed boots. From trolls. Snorting at that mental image and relaxing some of his tense muscles, Perry started to truly think.

The first thing he was going to do, after making sure his children were safe and situated in a new house, was dissolve his marriage. That shouldn't be an issue since he was drugged so heavily that he could barely say his name, let along get through the sham of a marriage, will guarantee him getting out of it. Once that was done, the second part will come through. Suing his parents, all the Stonewells involved, and Albus bloody Dumbledore along with them. Rape, bloodline theft, imprisonment, mental torture and anything that can remotely be used he will through at them. At this point he didn't care if everything stuck, he just wanted to do anything he can to insure them life with the Dementers. He wanted them to suffer for everything they put him through. Because underneath the euphoric quality of the potions, he knew what was happening and hated every second of it. They even robbed him of fully loving his children. And that was one of the top five things of what pissed him off about the whole situation.

For even though he wouldn't hate his children Perry was self-aware enough, finally, to see he wouldn't be able to fully love them. They would always be a reminder of a forced marriage. Of sexual acts done because of love and lust potions. Of pregnancies done without his input, or even ability to jokingly complain about. Those bastards even prevented him from raising his children. The house-elves have seen his children more than he, the person who carried them for all those months. And that made him want to cry in sadness and scream in rage at the same time. His body was everyone's else but his own. He was nothing more than a sex toy and incubator for how many years he was under those potions.

And that was another thing that pissed him off. Losing all since of time. Never knowing what went on around him. The knowledge he lost or was never able to look into, all because his father was a gambling bastard that cared more about his standing than his own son. His own heir if he didn't care about him personally, and Perry knew that some Lords only had kids to carry on the name.

Perry remembered looking into magical history and spell crafting. Even with how hazy everything is, Perry remember that he was looking to apprentice with a spell crafter. With his research, Perry had hoped to bring some old spells into the current magical population without the same stigma of 'dark' magic, read 'evil', by small minded Ministry lackeys.

Taking another cleansing breath, Perry refocused on his to-do list. The third think he was going to do is figure what happened while he was drugged and getting to know his children. And considering it wasn't going to be at the Stonewell or Smith estates, it was going to be a hard thing all around. But he couldn't stay at either estates without burning them to the ground, so Perry thought it was better if the children didn't see him having a mental breakdown. None of them knew what to expect and the hate Perry felt for both places shouldn't bleed over to even in the interactions with his children, however few they were. The little kick from his stomach seemed to agree. Letting out a little laugh before it turned into heartbroken sobs, Perry sat alone and cried for the first time in years. Cried for the family that betrayed him. Cried for the man that violated him and the people who helped. Cried for the innocent children that couldn't receive what they deserve. Cried for himself and the dirty, self-loathing he couldn't expel from his heart for something that wasn't his fault. Just cried for everything that went wrong and the future he wasn't sure about.

0000000000000 Edward and Olive Baltimore 0000000000000

Olive Baltimore sat on the terrace with a thousand-yard stare. She finally knew what happened to her third child and only daughter. Knew that the headmaster of her school betrayed and violated her all over again because he did what he wanted for some gold. The rage and anger she felt was overshadowed by the sorrow and guilt. Sorrow that her daughter went through a rape and guilt for not pushing her husband to go to Hogwarts more. For no matter what the aurors said, Olive knew there was something wrong with the letters they were receiving. It didn't matter that she couldn't voice what was wrong, but that she knew. Knew in her very magical core that something was wrong. And she did nothing. She let her husband and sons talk her into waiting for the holidays to come before investigating what was wrong. But by the time she came home, it was so she could be laid to rest in the family crept. And to think that Albus Dumbledore was in their home, their sitting room, with a sad face and condoling words had bile rising in her mouth. Closing her eyes, Olives pushed the sensation, and tears back. The amount she's cried could fill the Black Lake and still have enough for another it seemed. She wouldn't cry anymore until Dumbledore was dead at her feet.

"Dear, it's getting a little chilly. Shouldn't you come inside?"

"That is what heating charms are for. I'll come in when I want." Olive knew she sounded harsh, but at the moment she blamed her husband as well. Before knowing the truth, Olive blamed Edward for not allowing her to go see Sara. And after the true reason of Sarah's suicide, she blames him even more. Olive told him that there was something wrong and begged him to accompany her to Hogwarts to see what was happening. But he didn't and forbade her to go, saying it would be a waste and they could wait the weeks until Sara was home to see what 'little thing' was bothering her. Olive wanted to laugh and break something, Edward's skull usually, over the 'little thing' that caused their daughter to take her own life. She could barely look at him without showing him why she ranked 7th on the dueling circuit at one point. And usually he felt too guilty and left her alone, but it seemed the Edward was a gambling man since he joined her on the balcony.

"I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for, husband? I mean, it's not like you threw away my opinions and instincts, resulting in the death of one of our children. I mean, the meetings and business dealings didn't make you a complete idiot to discount my feelings, especially since there is some Sight in my family. Merlin knows I didn't get the full Sight, but I remember my feelings and instincts saved you from two assassination attempts beforehand. Whatever do you have to be sorry about?!" The daggers Olive was shooting her husband would make a lesser man faint. The only thing her husband did was wince at her and her words. With a sniff, Olive turned away from him.

"I'm sorry for everything, Olive. I'm sorry for not taking you concerns seriously and baring you from looking into it, even when I was distracted. I'm sorry for ignoring you when you said Dumbledore was lying and not looking more closely into her murder/suicide. I'm sorry for not being the husband and father I vowed to be during out bonding. I'm sorry for every mistake that cost us our wonderfully, precious girl. I'm just sorry." Edward was nearly crying. He failed not only his wife, but his children as well, and they were suffering for his mistakes and pig-headedness. He didn't blame the hateful looks Olive gave him at times or that she had moved out of their marriage bed again. He deserved it and more and the only reason Olive didn't level her wand at him is because under all the anger, sorrow and disappointment, she still loved him. But the rage she was showing at the moment would make anybody doubt it.

"Well, thank you for saying it, but where was that when our daughter was brought back DEAD! Because I damn sure remember through the grief that you believed that old, goat's words over mine. You thought that our daughter was one of those tarts that gave herself away and went off the deep end when the boy didn't return her feelings. You believed him over our own daughter. She wrote us about him and how much she loathed that little prick of a boy, but you didn't believe even her! You let her be dragged through the mud in those rags, and now that you know she was violated and held prisoner, your SORRY!? Sorry isn't good enough Edward! Sorry isn't going to make the disgust I feel towards you go away. So if you don't want to see why I ranked 7th in the International Dueling Association, get out of my site." Olive didn't know when she stood up, but at the moment it was taking all her will not to release her magic at the moment. Luckily for Edward he realized this and made a hasty retreat. He didn't stop even though he heard his wife let out a shriek of pain and anger before a big explosion was let out. By the time he went to his office that was on the same side as that particular balcony, he saw Olive throwing curses and hexes at the ground. Rubble and craters littered the ground and Edward released the tears he held at bay for decades. He did this.

0000000000 Wizengamot Session 000000000000

The emergency Wizengamot Session after Albus Dumbledore's trial on Sunday forced them to continue the trial the next day, much to their displeasure. But the members understood and went to the private meeting room after they called for the recess. The things that they found out today made many wish that they could go home and rest. But one look at Madam Bones and Minister Fudge coming in as a united front made them realize that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Once everyone was seated, Minister Fudge called everyone to order.

"Members of the Wizengamot, I know that many want to go and think about the trial that we just went through, but this is just as important. These last two days… nay this last few weeks has shown us that we have let things lapse and slip through the cracks after the fall of You-Know-Who. A heir to an important House was almost killed because one man circumvented our procedures because of his multiple positions within our world. Even if that wasn't the case, The Improper Use of Magic Office didn't do their jobs in sending out agents to investigate magical usage by underage wizards. The time that Heir Potter apparated to the roof of his school, they and an Obliviator should have went to investigate the situation considering the amount of Muggles in the area. This leads to why myself and Madam Bones have called this meeting. We wish to push new legislation so nothing like this happens again." Many nodded their heads in agreement. Dumbledore hiding Heir Potter is the reason many of them were scrambling to fix everything he and Crouch let happen. The number of trials scheduled were daunting to say the least. And that didn't include those that had additional responsibilities with managing Lordships and actual jobs.

"Minister Fudge is right, which is why for the first legislation, we want to retrain The Improper Use of Magic Office to respond to any and all accidental magic in muggle area to see the cause of it and if any action needs to be taken. They will also be the first contact for Muggleborns so they know what is going on and what to expect. That way we can keep watch over these new magical children and mark their homes for future reference. That way if something happens outside the resident, we can handle it and ensure the Statue of Secrecy is maintained." Madam Bones sent copies to the Wizengamot members for them to look over. Many seemed to agree with it until they got to a subsection of the Bill.

"Madam Bones, Minister, it seems that the Bill also includes the ability to take away a child from his or her parents. Can you explain this?"

"Yes. It came to Madam Bones and mine attention that if someone from the Ministry had looked into the incidences of accidental magic Heir Potter performed in public, they would have seen something was not right with his home life. By the time they were able to do anything, it could be weeks afterwards. We are lucky that Heir Potter's magic didn't react violently towards his 'relatives' actions, but the next child in a similar home life won't be so lucky. An Obscurial hasn't been seen since New York in 1926. Do we really want to run the risk of the next one being on British soil. I have a feeling that we won't be as lucky as they were.

"This Bill will allow the appropriate Ministry official to separate the child from his/her guardian for a week to insure if their suspensions are correct or not. If you look at the subsection, the child will have to see a Healer about their health while Aurors trained for child endangerment cases look at the home to see if anything is amiss there. If there is nothing wrong, the child will go home with our apologies to the family. But if something is wrong, the child will be removed until an appropriate home or solution can be found." Minister Fudge sat back down, signaling that the open discussion could commence. This went on for hours concerning this legislative bill and others that would be implemented over the next couple of months.

000000000000000 Draco Malfoy 0000000000000000

Draco sat in a corner away from everyone going over his short time at Hogwarts. It wasn't going as he planned or how his father told him it would be. He wasn't looked upon with awe and reverence that a Malfoy should get. Sure, some of the first and second years were behind them, but everyone else seemed to be behind Potter or waiting to see which one of them came out on top. It didn't help that every time he opened his mouth to show Potter his place, he was embarrassed.

Scowling at the thought, Draco looked around the Common Room. The upper years seemed to be in groups either gossiping or studying, which seemed stupid to Draco since it hasn't even been a month into the school year. He new the only way that he could get a foothold was to become the Prince for the first years. He knew that Crab and Goyle would be easy wins for whoever went against them, and Nott wouldn't know that many spells considering his grandfather was too old to teach him more than the proper etiquette to dueling and possibly some little tricks. And considering that Potter only learned about the Wizarding World until recently, he couldn't have learned that much. So that only left Zabine to contend with. Zabine's mother wasn't a pushover and Draco was told that she met her first husband while competing in a dueling tournament in Italy. The thought of what 'The Black Widow' would teach her son gave him slight pause.

Even with what his father taught him, Draco thought that he could learn something from some of the older years. That could also help with his standing with some of them when he became Prince. With a plan in mind, Draco swept the room again before deciding who would be best to chat up. To bad all of his hard work would fail with underestimating one Harry Potter.