A/N: So, my beta won the bet with a score of 4-0. What was the bet? Whether people would cheer Shiva for partially burying Hogwarts, or if any of you would complain about her being overpowered. I should have realized you people are happy to see powerful good guys. :P

Anyways, on with the story!

Harry spent the next two months enjoying the fact that there was nothing trying to kill him, even though he knew that Voldemort was somewhere in Draco's body. For the time being though, he wasn't at Hogwarts and Harry could at least somewhat relax.

And so he'd dove into the research of how to get to India, and more specifically the Himalayas. As it turned out, International Portkey creation was very magically exhausting, and actually required the person creating the portkey to have been to the destination at least once before. Harry knew his vault had a large amount of gold in it, and wouldn't care about spending it, but finding someone to create the portkey was an issue.

He approached Padma about how her and Parvati went back home for the summer only to find that their father was a diplomat, and they actually had to take several portkeys between different embassies until they got home.

Which shot out bumming a ride on their portkey.

He even did what little research he could on muggle means of travel, but no airline or ship would take an underage person, and Harry refused to even consider asking his Aunt or Uncle, if they even thought about taking him back this summer. They'd be more likely to take his gold and run with it.

Apparition was out as well. Forgoing the fact that he didn't know how, the power requirements for that were three to four times the amount required for a portkey to the same destination, with the same limitations. He'd have to have been there before to know where he was going.

By late March, Harry was getting very frustrated at his own research about traveling methods. He didn't want to ask a favor of the Flamels, but it was quickly becoming apparent that he'd exhausted everything he could do by himself at the moment.

It was just a few days before April when Professor McGonagall stopped him before he could enter the Great Hall for breakfast.

"Mr. Potter, your presence is required in the Headmaster's office." The Transfiguration professor's brow was crinkled slightly in a distracted frown.

Harry cast his thoughts back to the past few weeks and couldn't recall anything he'd done that might get him into trouble. The worst thing he'd done was reverse a couple of those curse boxes that had been lying around. Someone had picked up Mrs. Flamel's trick of cursing objects with low powered hexes, and he'd managed to trip up one of the older red heads who'd been planting one. "May I ask what for?"

McGonagall's frown focused on Harry, before she managed to smooth her face. "Nothing you've done, Mr. Potter." She then looked at Shiva, who had been watching quietly. "I assume you will be going as well?" Shiva nodded, and Harry caught what could have been a quick upturn of the Deputy's lip in a split second smile.

The walk to the Headmaster's office was quick and quiet. Entering, Harry saw the Headmaster in discussion with two adults in dark robes. From behind, one appeared to be a guy with short brown hair and the other a lady with long, flowing black hair. Fawkes was actually on his perch for once, and Harry received a wing-wave in acknowledgement.

The Headmaster smiled at the quick interaction between Harry and Fawkes before speaking. "Ah, Harry. I do apologize for your missing breakfast, but these two insisted that you had to be seen as soon as possible."

The two stood and turned to look at Harry. "Mr. Potter..." The man began, before stopping to stare at Shiva for a moment. "Ma'am, you're not welcome in these proceedings and you weren't invited. Please leave."

"No."

The man who had spoke reached for the wand hanging from a holster on his wrist, only to find it not there.

Albus sighed, placing the man's wand on the desk. "And this is what I was trying to explain to you, before you started insisting to see Harry first. With the recent happenings in the school, which I have duly reported to the Governors, this lady has appointed herself guardian of Harry." Harry thought it odd the emphasis the headmaster had placed on the word guardian. "Even if I were to disagree with her on this, I would find I lack the power to gainsay her choice. Now, ignore her if you must, but she isn't leaving."

Quiet surprise was visible on Shiva's face at those words, though she only nodded.

The man looked behind him, seeing his wand on the desk and considering the Headmaster's words. His partner shook her head. "Mr. Potter, I am Cordelia Clearwater with the Office of Muggle-Raised Child Protective Services, and this is Auror James Eddinson, my partner for today. Do you know why I am here today?"

Harry looked between the two of them and then to the Headmaster, who gave nothing away with his smile. If it'd been just the aurors, he assumed it would be to talk about Professor Lockhart's death, but this lady? "Uh, no."

"When was the last time you saw your Aunt and Uncle?" Cordelia prompted him.

"Before first year." Harry easily answered, and then started realizing what she might be here for. "Am I being pulled from school?"

Cordelia shook her head. "Not right now, no. But you didn't return home for last summer? Why not?"

"Because Mr. Flamel invited me to stay the summer with him, and he said something about them not getting a choice in where I go for an education, or something similar."

Cordelia threw a startled glance to Dumbledore who merely nodded. "And the winter breaks then?"

"I don't like or love my Aunt and that part of my family. I would have been lucky if they'd actually shown up to pick me up from the train back, anyways." Harry shrugged. Almost two years away from them had deadened the horrible memories. "If I can manage it, I don't want to go back there this summer either."

"You don't have to worry about that, Mr. Potter." Cordelia sighed. "Your Aunt and Uncle refused to register you with the Muggle representation of Hogwarts, and instead spread a story that you had gone to a St. Brutus' Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys."

Harry boggled at that. "Say what?"

"I don't have all the details, but your Muggle cousin was picked up by their policemen for fighting, and things snowballed from there. Your Aunt and Uncle have been taken in for child abuse, negligence, failing to report a missing child for over a year, and a host of other related charges with regards to you. In fact, you've been declared missing and presumably dead because of how long it's been since you vanished from the Muggle world." Cordelia was rubbing her temples at this point. "So you have no guardian any more, and the paperwork has caught up to us on that point."

"And the point of bringing Mr. Potter here was what then?" Professor McGonagall spoke up.

Cordelia looked at the Deputy Headmistress. "We have to verify the child is alive and healthy when they go missing from Muggle society. There's only been a few cases where parents don't register their child correctly, and we can usually get it fixed without any issue." She looked at Harry once more. "However, in this case, your Aunt and Uncle were charged with a number of crimes, as your cousin told a number of stories about you and what your punishments were."

Harry winced when she pulled a number of papers from a satchel that had been hanging from her chair. "In the interest of either getting your family out of jail or confirming their need to be there, I have to know if your cousin was exaggerating these-"

Harry cut her off by grabbing the papers from her, his eyes quickly picking up the text. "Yes, yes, it was a week not a couple of days, no." He looked up, taking a deep breath. "Dudley never saw her swinging the frying pan at my head, so that's not listed here. Can we just leave them there and forget this ever happened?"

The witch blinked owlishly at Harry, shaking her head. "There's still the issue of you presumed dead in the Muggle world, you need a guardian, and a number of other things."

"Harry is not a child in need of a protector, he is now quite capable of that himself." Shiva interrupted. "I watch over Harry during the few times he is unable to, such as when he sleeps. If he had more than a single subject beyond the adolescent dragon, I would not even be required for that. There is only one entity that I have even the slightest apprehension about, and whatever guardian you might set for him would not stand up to the one you refer to as Voldemort."

There were several gasps at the name, and Harry watched with amusement as now the Headmaster was rubbing his temples. The old man took a lemon drop from his candy dish before answering. "Under our laws, Harry is still considered a child, and a guardian stands in his place for legal requirements." As Harry opened his mouth to argue, Dumbledore held up a hand. "I know both of your feelings on this."

"You-Know-Who has been dead since you were a child, Mr. Potter. It was you who defeated him." The auror finally spoke up.

Harry looked at the auror, shaking his head. "And yet, I fought and killed him twice more since then, and then watched him escape-"

"What possible reason would Lucius Malfoy have for having your budget increased to levels unseen since my fight with Grindelwald, if not to train and equip you all for a battle with the Dark Lord?" Dumbledore interrupted Harry, motioning for his silence. "Have you not heard of the speech he gave two months ago, about his wards barely rebuffing Voldemort, and his loss of his son in that?"

"I don't trust him." The auror stubbornly answered. "I know where he stood last time, why change his tune now? I know he's angling for something."

"This is all well and good," Cordelia jumped back into the conversation, "and if You-Know-Who is actually back, Albus, I'm going to be updating my home wards. But Mr. Potter needs a guardian, especially if You-Know-Who truly is back."

"They can set no guardian over him that can do anything he or I cannot." Shiva articulated once more. "And if you think either of us will allow some interloper to interfere, you are very sorely mistaken."

Harry opened himself to the Tri-Throne for a moment, the magics reflecting into his draconic eyes. Harry managed to contain the wince to just being internal as the weight of the Aspect of Dragon's magic settled into the room. "I don't want someone trying to run my life for me. Next year any test you run will show me as seventeen."

Everyone save Shiva and Dumbledore took several steps back from Harry.

"Enough!" Dumbledore's voice rose, and Harry felt the Headmaster's own magic pushing back against him. No, it felt more like it was trying to block the magic from pushing against the others in the room. Harry let go of the Tri-Throne, even as his other half was now paying much closer attention. "Register Mr. Potter as a Ward of Hogwarts, with Nicholas Flamel as his primary. If he will not take it, Filius will as his Head of House."

Cordelia nodded jerkily. Auror Eddinson was once again grasping at his empty wand holster, before snatching his wand from Dumbledore's desk.

Dumbledore's own magic receded as well, before he nodded back to the shaken witch. "Thank you for your time then. Minerva, could you see them to a floo or the gate, whichever they prefer?"

McGonagall silently pulled the two with her out of the office.

Dumbledore then looked to Harry. "Might does not make right, Harry. On rare occasions, yes, but not with those who we want to work with us of their own accord. Think on this, are you a mindless dragon ruling his nest through fear and intimidation? Or are you the King, ruling justly and loved?"

Harry was quiet for a moment, even his other half taken to task. "The King. I'm not apologizing though, I had to make my point."

"Then learn to make your point without having to beat someone with it, Harry. The level of power you have demands restraint, not a child's tantrum."

Several weeks later found Auror Eddinson sitting on a pier watching the deep mists that flowed from Azkaban prison along with his partner, John Dawlish. Tied to the pier floated several specially charmed boats that would deliver a shift of Aurors to the island.

"Boat duty sucks." Dawlish complained, a deck of cards floating in front of him as he played solitaire. "What the hell'd I do to deserve this?"

James looked at him. "Your Patronus sucks, worse than mine. You barely edged me out for last place in fitness in last week's test, and you've done nothing but bitch about the new requirements. In front of at least two trainers, in one case. You really need to ask? I know why I'm out here at least." The Auror mentally flashed back to running scared from a kid, and then Cordelia's truthful, if derogatory, report about his reactions.

"Oh shut up."

The docks were quiet again as only the sound of the magically shuffling cards were heard, until several cracks of Apparition echoed.

Both aurors looked down the docks to see a blond man in his early twenties standing at the edge of the pier. Next to him was a very odd looking creature, almost like a deformed house elf. James pulled his eyes away from that creature in time to see the six men standing behind the blond wore the white masks of Death Eaters.

"Oh fuck." Eddinson whispered.

Dawlish stood, his wand pointed forward as his cards neatly set down on the table. "That's not in good taste to wear those. What do you want?"

Eddinson's reaction was tempered by the prior conversation that had put him here in the first place. His crack of Apparition away was barely managed before the ward against it fell into place.

"Hmm, a very good reaction, if not one I expected. We'll have to hurry a little more than I expected." The blond said, striding forward.

Dawlish frowned at the spot his partner had been in, before readdressing the group moving in front of him. "I said, what do you want?" Dawlish frowned as the man got closer. He looked like a cousin to Lucius Malfoy.

"Crucio."

A lone scream pierced the docks as a wand had appeared in the creature's hand. From the angle and height, the spell had the auror's crotch as its target point.

Dawlish fell to the ground thrashing, shattering his wand as he tried to get away from the all encompassing source of pain.

One of the masked Death Eaters stepped forward, his boot coming down against the auror's chest before he could fall into the water to mercifully drown.

Eyes glowing with a red inner light, Voldemort smiled as Dawlish continued to scream his pain for several long minutes before his vocal cords snapped. "Enough, Severus. A mind lost to the madness will not feed our new allies as well."

The short creature pulled its wand away from the auror. "Yes, Master." Severus kicked the auror.

"Onto the boats, we have a prison to take and allies to gain." Voldemort called. "Load the auror in."

The ride into the mists surrounding the prison was quiet, broken only by the occasion broken sob of Dawlish.

As the boats drew closer to the dock on the island itself several Dementors could be seen, drawn to the docks by the influx of new emotions. Voldemort stepped out of the boat first, lifting his hand and levitating the trembling body of John Dawlish. With a single motion, Dawlish flew forward and crashed onto land at the feet of one of the Dementors.

"You may have him, all the aurors, and any that do not bow before me. I intend to take the entire world and I am seeking allies." Voldemort called to the Dementors that were already bunching up on the curling auror. "Join me, and what souls that do not accept me, will all belong to your kind."

Voldemort knew, from memories he had taken from the Horcruxes he had absorbed to empower the Malfoy child's body, that the Dementors had a sort of hive mind. Addressing one was addressing them all.

As Voldemort and his Death Eaters watched as the soul of John Dawlish was ripped from his body to be consumed, Voldemort felt a pulse of dark magic echo from the Dementor back towards the castle prison.

Screams could be heard and flashes of Patronus light flared as the aurors on duty were suddenly inundated with Dementors attempting to feast upon them.

But Voldemort paid little attention to it, save to call his Death Eaters forward to assist their new allies. The pulse of magic he had memories of feeling before, but this time it seemed almost familiar. Never before could he enjoin the Dementors to reveal that which created them, but now with a need for ever-growing power to take the Chamber of Secrets back from that child...

"Dementors. Many times before, I have asked to know the secrets behind your existence, and you rebuffed me. I offer something new in bargain for this. Severus!"

The imp stepped forward, still staying in his master's shadow. Snape brandished a golden ring, with a green glowing gemstone. He turned the stone three times and from it issued forth the form of a man dead years before. "What in the blazing hells?" The voice of James Potter spoke from the spirit. A look of dark glee was on Snape's impish face.

"I offer you the souls of every dead since the dawn of time, called forth to sate your hunger. Give me unlimited access to that which creates you, and it is yours!"

A Dementor glided forward, and Snape shivered as the creature came close enough for its effect to take hold of him. Only his greater fear of his master kept him standing there. The hood of the daemon pulled back, revealing a spectral skeleton that then embraced the called upon soul of James Potter. "What, no!"

The soul of James Potter vanished into the Dementor, Severus cackling. Voldemort felt the dark magic pulse again, and many times more as the Dementors called to one another. Finally, the Dementor knelt in front of Voldemort.

Voldemort laughed, and aimed his wand into the sky over Azkaban even as fighting was still taking place. "Morsmordre!"

The next morning hundreds of owls poured into the Great Hall, each carrying a newspaper. A paper dropped in front of every student and teacher, before the owls took off once more.

In the flurry of feathers, it took a few moments for the first paper to be unrolled. As students caught sight of the headline, gasps of horror began echoing up and down the tables.

Harry managed to pull his own copy open, his eyes narrowing.

Dark Mark flies over Azkaban!

Under that was a very distant shot of an island with a castle, cold mist flowing around it. Above the prison castle floated the Dark Mark. Darker shapes moved around it and inside the fog, giving the moving picture an even more menacing feel.

Harry quickly glanced over the article even as the volume of student voices in the Great Hall was quickly reaching a shouting level. Only one survivor, who had tried to rouse other Aurors but hadn't managed to. Everyone on the island was considered captured or dead, or returned to You-Know-Who's service.

Suddenly the paper and it's roughly six hundred copies pulled into the air as the Headmaster summoned all the copies which piled up on the head table. They vanished a moment later.

"Classes are cancelled today, in the wake of this news. Students who have aurors in the family, please speak with your head of house. I will contact the Ministry for you." The Headmaster's voice held none of the joviality it had held only the day before. "Those of you without family in the aurors, please give your fellow students your consideration."

A/N: So, this will be the one and only time I specifically ask for reviews in this story, rather than just requesting them. If you have gotten to this point without reviewing once on Summoner's Stone or this story, all I ask is that you review at least once by the end of this series. Thanks!

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