Ascension

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Overview and Selene Narration

Chapter XV: Alliances of a Painful Kind

Arszlan leant against the wall in Dumbledore's office as Remus commenced negotiations with the elderly wizard. Harry was all for ripping the information from the man's mind his Lycanthrope blood screamed for retribution due to the concealments in his past.

"Harry needs to finish his schooling." Countered the Old Headmaster. This had been one of the many sticking points; it was either stubborness or dementia, Dumbledore believed that Arszlan's real name was Harry.

"The name is Arszlan. Now are you going to help us." Snarled Arszlan.

"If you..."

"...You say 'finish school' I'll ram my sword through your ass and won't stop until it emerges from your brain. I can't okay. My transformation has nullified my magic to the point where I can only select spells and those of a dialect in Hungarian which has since long been lost."

Dumbledore grinned and spoke rapidly Hungarian "Is this the dialect?"

"No Headmaster this is the youngest of the three...The only person that I know of who could teach me this is my mother and she has no magical skill what's so ever...Now then are you going to help us or am I going to have to shaving heads?"

Dumbledore nodded this was definitely not the same Harry that wouldn't harm a fly "Phylacteries...Also known as Horcruxes they contain pieces of a soul in them. Anything else?"

"How do you locate them? We've heard from the Vampires and Lycans that Voldemort has used them to become immortal." Katie stated unzipping her top slightly to readjust it and zipped it up again.

"Really love?" Arszlan whispered.

"Really these things are either comfortable or a bitch. At that moment it was a bitch."

Harry wrapped his arms around her "Now lets put the fucking heat on these people." Remus nodded and just then Cornelius Fudge entered the room.

"DUMBLEDORE! WHAT IS GOING ON HERE! WHY ARE THERE DEAD WEREWOLVES ON THE FRONT LAWN!"

"Would you prefer werewolves in Hogwarts Fudge?

"Who are you?" Snarled the Minister only for him to notice Harry's piercing emerald eyes and lightning bolt scar.

"What are you doing?" Harry pulled out a revolver and pointed at the Minister's head.

"Here to kick ass, chew bubblegum and I'm all out of bubblegum. I need a spell to locate Horcruxes."

Fudge's eyes widened "Why? Why do you need them?"

"Too clean up your fucking mess. Considering you're part of the problem I could begin by getting rid of you and I'm pretty sure that the children who will be attending Hogwarts will be greatful for the extra oxygen."

Dumbledore had to bite back a smirk as Fudge blustered "I must intervene Mister Potter so we don't lose such a finely rounded man...May I suggest a deal of some sort?"

Arszlan turned "The terms?"

"We give you all the information on Horcruxes and you leave the wizarding world." Declared Fudge.

Katie and Remus nodded at Arszlan "Accepted."

Dumbledore mentally swore thanks to Fudge's ineptness to realise what these monsters wanted the man had gifted them exactly it. Dumbledore despite being a preacher for muggleborn students still held the prejudice for magical creatures. He sympethised with werewolves and half humans because the former was only dangerous three days a month and thirty six days a year and half humans for example his good friend Hagrid, they tended to forget that humans were less resiliant than they were. "Hagrid truly is a remarkable man and a credit to the school...Just needs to remember that the students aren't as resilient to him when it comes to fascinating creatures. I fully believe students have the right to see remarkable creatures but under controlled circumstances which Hagrid sometimes fails to provide."

"I'll draw up the contract." Suggested the elderly headmaster trying to sway it so he could slip some clauses in and manipulate Harry back to his destiny."

"I'll do it Dumbledore!" Snapped Fudge, he just wanted Voldemort gone and Potter out of his hair and giving him this information seemed to be the best way then Fudge would do it. He may not have been the smartest or most capable of wizards but he knew how to read a crowd and what Horcruxes were to know that they spelt bad news.

(Short I know)