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Posted February 22, 2014.
SUMMARY: After a series of decrees and restrictions interfere with the Commonwealth's protection placed with Harry, the Queen takes drastic steps to protect her ward.
20: DECREES AND ULTIMATUMS
September 26 – November 21, 2005
In the early hours of September 26, Harry was jolted awake by a strong surge of pain in his scar, along with what felt like an emotional spike. Up to now, he'd never experienced anything like that—at least nothing to do with his scar. He sat up and winced. It was still throbbing, although it was lessening. What was that all about?
It was lunch time before Harry contacted anyone back in the Commonwealth about what he'd experienced that morning, given the time difference. Naturally, both Will and Alice travelled back through the floo, so they could talk about the matter face to face. It also meant sharing another pensieve memory (it seemed like he was doing a lot of that recently).
The discussion went nowhere, really, and an hour later, the two social workers left by floo powder. Harry was then able to get back to his afternoon schedule—although somewhat distracted by the incident early that morning.
That evening, shortly after Harry had gone to bed, Brandon called on Dobby.
"How can Dobby help Harry Potter's friends?" the excited elf asked.
"We need your help with something. You're able to get into the headmaster's office?"
"Of course! We is maintaining and cleaning, so we come and go as we need to," Dobby answered.
"That's great," said Eric. "See, what we need, is one of these—" he held out a small gadget in his hand, "—put in the headmaster's office. Now the important thing is, it needs to be put somewhere where he won't notice it, but also in a place that's gonna see the whole room."
"You's spying on Dumblydore?"
"Yes. This place was riddled with listening devices when we come in here. So two can play at that game. This is all in order to keep Harry safe while he's here. Are you able to help us?" Brandon asked.
"Dobby knows of perfect place for this," the elf answered, enthusiastically.
"Remember. Don't be seen."
"Dobby is being careful." The elf took the camera, and vanished with a soft pop.
"What'll that get us?" Tommy had been sitting by the fireplace, a notebook computer on his lap.
"Giving the old man just enough rope to hang himself. The old wizard thinks he can operate above the law? The government will prove him very wrong. This is just one of a few tools we'll be deploying to do exactly that."
"How far's the government willing to go?"
"You remember our conversation the other night? More specifically Harry's question?"
"Yeah," said Tommy. "You mean... you guys might off the old man?"
"Last club out of the bag, but, if the situation calls for it? Absolutely. Harry's safety truly is our topmost priority, and if the old man continues to interfere with Harry's business..."
"Right." Tommy made a sour face. "Man walks around like his shit don't stink."
Eric let out a hollow laugh. "Department of Information's doing some deep digs into Dumbledore's background. His business dealings, political connections, the whole nine yards. No one is lily-white, and with the Department's resources, you can be sure we'll find shit he won't be able to bury in his closet."
"So actually conducting an 'operation' against him, very unlikely. There'll be other ways we can neutralize him," Brandon added.
On September 28, Harry surprised the group by deciding to take breakfast in the Great Hall with his (former) classmates. Momentarily confused by the abrupt decision, Brandon and Eric were still more than prepared to ensure his safety. The rest of Harry's circle insisted on joining him, and so it was, the large entourage invaded the Great Hall half-way through breakfast.
"Harry!" Hermione greeted, "Err... come join us."
"Don't mind if I do," Harry grinned, swinging a leg over the bench and sitting down at the Gryffindor table. In no time, his circle had found seats close to him, while Brandon took up a position against the wall, and Eric remained at the doors. Justin debated for a moment, then joined Brandon, rather than sit with the others.
"Glad you came down, mate," said Ron, "Thought you were holed up in your rooms though."
"Just wanted a change I guess," Harry answered with a shrug, as a plate of prepared food appeared in front of him. It didn't matter where he took his meals, the arrangement was in place that under no circumstances would anyone save for Dobby provide the actual food. Everything was either prepared on the Ragnar, or on a number of occasions, collected from the Ragged Flagon. Harry had a strong liking for Vekel's seared slaughterfish.
That morning's breakfast consisted of a boiled egg, porridge, a slice of ham, a few slices of fruit, and some toast with jam.
"A special order? Can we get that?" Dean asked from further down the table.
"I'm sure if you asked the kitchen very nicely, they might," Harry answered, with a shrug.
"Good breakfast's important," said Brandon, "Whole wheat bread, not a lot of sugar, lots of protein."
"You guys know of my training before breakfast, right?"
"You're still doin' that?" Seamus looked surprised.
"You think this-" Harry gestured to himself, "-is easy to keep up? It's something I have to maintain."
Of course, the students around him understood at once. Though in reality he was fifteen, Harry looked to be an adult, likely twenty or so, rather than a gangly teenager. In fact, to look at Harry and his circle of friends, they were all well-built physically.
"Seriously, mate, how come you came down?" Ron wondered.
"I... Like I said, just felt that I needed a change. The headmaster's meddling aside, it is somewhat nice to sit with my friends here at the school."
He chanced a glance up at the head table, and sure enough, the old man's eyes were boring down on him, as were those of a squat witch on the far right side of the table.
"So if you're here, but not attending class... are you keeping up with your year?" Ginny wondered.
"Yeah, definitely. But I'm getting material from the Commonwealth, and my godfather's helping, as is Rem—err... Professor Lupin."
"Lucky you," Seamus muttered.
"I know she's bad, guys. I'll see if Professor Lupin wouldn't mind teaching the lesson this Sunday. It's our O.W.L. Year, and she-" Harry flicked his eyes up to the head table again, "-is a sure way to make all of you fail horribly on an important exam."
"Harry..."
"O' friend of ours..."
Harry craned his neck to find two identical twins standing behind him.
"Word is our gallant headmaster had an unwelcome group of visitors to his office Friday," said Fred.
"Yeah, it seems he's missing a few bits and bobs."
"...Did say he had far too many at one time."
"Indeed Forge, that he said indeed."
"Guys," Harry grinned. "Just maybe something happened. I heard it was nifflers—they do like shiny things right?"
Ron burst into laughter, while Hermione was sent into a fit of giggles.
Friday afternoon, Brynjolf once again joined his fellow guild members during Harry's afternoon lesson.
"Harry, if I might have a word."
"Uh... I was going to have dinner in the Great Hall."
"Harry... I'm sure your friends won't miss you," said Brandon.
"Right, yeah..." Harry indicated they follow, and led them into the dining room that doubled as a conference room. Dinner was already set out, and it seemed only moments after Harry stepped into the room, a prepared plate appeared.
"Join us?"
"Don't mind if I do."
Brynjolf pulled up a seat across from the young wizard, with Delvin and Niruin taking seats further down. The table was big enough to seat sixteen easily, considering the set of rooms had originally been designed for wealthy families visiting the school. The rest of the group took places, and while they began to eat, Brynjolf got straight to the point.
"Lad, you've impressed the lot of us. Even Mercer's took notice."
He reached into his pockets and pulled out a parchment.
"The heist on Fredas(1) was one of the largest we've pulled in perhaps a decade."
Harry let a nasty smirk come to his lips.
"Good. Good the Guild is able to profit from my ire." He glanced at the parchment, and smirked again. "That's a lot of gold."
"Harry, that's more gold than a typical thief makes in a lifetime," said Delvin, "You might not've gone with us an' pulled it off, but you're the mastermind behind it. That little figure at the bottom's what waits for you next time you're in the Flagon."
"Better news still, Tonilia's still working on selling off some bits, so this is still an early figure. The point is, lad, there is a place for you in the Guild. Whether you actually do jobs or not, there are lots of other ways you can be of benefit to us."
"I... I'll have to think about it."
"Take your time. We know you're tied up with a few unfortunate circumstances, but know the Guild is there for you."
Harry had to smile at that. It was confirmation of something he already knew. "And Mercer?"
"He's coming around. Like I said, he most certainly took notice of the haul we dragged into the cistern Loredas(2). He was more than surprised when we explained who was behind it."
"Which means you've more than earned his respect, Harry," said Niruin, between bites.
"I should mention that from here on, you don't pay for your meals from Vekel."
"I couldn't... I can more than afford it," said Harry, "I won't take advantage of people."
"Consider it a reward for your efforts."
"It's not charity, Harry," said Brandon.
"I guess. Tell him I said thank you."
Harry thought for a moment and then smirked. "Next time I need to exercise my displeasure, perhaps we might 'clean out' the trophy room. Lots and lots of shiny trinkets in there probably worth more than a few Septims."
"Harry, you don't need to call on us, given your skill," said Delvin, with a shake of the head, "By the Eight, with that cloak of yours alone, you could strip a place 'an they'd be none the wiser."
Harry looked at Brynjolf. "Just to be clear though. I'll never personally steal from someone or hurt someone who doesn't deserve it. As a punishment for a genuine wrong? Sure. But not otherwise."
"I think we can agree to that." Brynjolf smiled. "Welcome to the family, lad."
Justin let out a sigh, but had to smirk. The boy was finding a new family. Not exactly the best choice, but, who was he to get in the way of it?
Saturday was spent as a down day for the most part, save for the early morning exercises, and a visit from a warder and curse-breaker employed by the Ministry of Defence. The witch spent more than an hour casting every detection charm in her arsenal, in an attempt to determine exactly what was going on that was keeping Harry from leaving the Hogwarts grounds. Much like Brandon, her scans came up empty. However, she was of agreement that there was something going on, given her observation of what happened when he tried to leave the grounds. She had been more than apologetic for the pain that resulted.
That afternoon, Harry took to the air on his broom, the first time doing so at Hogwarts. His circle took turns riding with him, while Justin, Brandon and Eric took to the sky on brooms of their own. In addition, Capt. Rowland provided security from the Ragnar, ensuring no incident happened while Harry was aloft.
"Harry, I think we have an observer."
Eric pointed to the alcove high up over the castle's main entrance. Sure enough, though they couldn't see the face, the pink outfit was a dead giveaway.
"I'm pretty sure she's tried to get into our rooms at least twice now," said Justin, "You guys know how powerful she is?"
"Not that powerful," said Brandon, as he pulled alongside. "Mediocre student at best. She's more of a mouth than anything. Bark worse than her bite, that kind of shit."
"Problem is, she's got the ear of the minister, senior undersecretary or something like that. She's a power-hungry bureaucrat, and that kind of thing makes her dangerous," said Eric.
"As far as her getting into our rooms, no, that's not ever gonna happen. We're aware of both her attempts. Next time she does it, the results will be... painful."
"Dumbledore on the other hand... he wants in, there's nothing we can do to keep him out," said Eric, "You won't believe the number of bugs we've removed since we've been set up here."
"Bug?" Harry was confused.
"Uh, listening device. Being magical, he can make just about anything a listening device. We sweep for them every time we've been away. It's also the reason we generally have you guys wait outside a moment. Our security check and so on," Brandon explained.
"Though what I hear, there might be more of us on the way, so there's always security in the suite while we're away," Eric added.
"Schaffer's been wanting to work with us again, so has Sampson."
Harry let out a sigh. "More people having to protect my ass. They show up, I'll definitely consider emptying the trophy room as payment."
Monday morning, Harry found a large notice tacked to the message board in the common area of the suite. It was printed in large block letters, with an official-looking seal at the bottom, beside a neat and curly signature.
BY ORDER OF THE HIGH INQUISITOR OF HOGWARTS
The flying of any broomstick on the grounds of Hogwarts outside of an officially-sanctioned Quidditch match is henceforth forbidden. Any student in violation of this order will be expelled.
The above is in accordance with Educational Decree Number Twenty-four.
Signed: Delores Jane Umbridge, High Inquisitor
Harry simply smirked at the edict. The woman obviously did not understand the fact he was not a student of the school in any capacity.
"What's that?" Tommy joined Harry in looking at the notice.
"The High Inquisitor didn't like us flying around on broomsticks over the weekend," said Harry. "Not that it really affects me. Key word here, 'student'. I'm not a student here."
That was not the end of the edicts. If anything, it was only the beginning. Following a successful week of classes and training, Harry found yet another notice tacked up on the notice board in the same block-lettering. He'd been drawn into the common area by arguing.
BY ORDER OF THE HIGH INQUISITOR OF HOGWARTS
No fireplace within the school may be connected to the floo network without the knowledge or approval of the Hogwarts High Inquisitor (Professor Umbridge).
The above is in accordance with Educational Decree Number Twenty-four.
Signed: Delores Jane Umbridge, High Inquisitor
That would explain the unwelcome visitor, he realized.
"Sir, you're not getting into the rooms," Brandon was saying, wand drawn.
"You have no choice in the matter!" the pudgy little fellow snapped back, "By order of the Ministry-"
"This room is under the jurisdiction of the Commonwealth of Valicadia, not Magical England. Leave. Before we take further steps."
That, naturally, was not the end of it. The pudgy wizard stormed off, but returned ten minutes later, with both the headmaster and the High Inquisitor. That sealed it, and within minutes the pudgy wizard was kneeling at the fireplace, undoing the connection. Brandon was once again on his mobile.
Eric smirked, seeing Umbridge's beady eyes observing Brandon. "Any edict you can come up with will have no bearing on us, madam Umbridge."
"We'll see now, won't we?" the squat witch simpered.
"I guess we will. Just know, whatever game you've got afoot here, it can't last forever."
Brandon disconnected his call.
"Great. Looks like the extra security detail will be meeting us in an hour. So tell us, headmaster, which fireplace can we expect to meet Harry's instructors and trainers when they're needed?"
"I... this is most inappropriate in the first place, that individuals from a foreign country are coming and going through the floo network, bypassing all the protocols and walking about the castle as if they belong here. This decree was put in place to put a stop to this nonsense," said Umbridge. She let out a girly laugh. "You will meet any guest like any other would; down at the gates to the grounds."
"That's not up to you, madam..." Brandon began.
"But I daresay, that sort of thing is in my purview. And, in this case, I do have to agree with the High Inquisitor on the matter. If Harry has private trainers and instructors, he will have to meet them at the gate to the school," said Dumbledore, gravely.
"Interesting you say that," said Tommy, from the door leading into the dining room. "See, there's a small problem where he gets this excruciating pain over his entire body before he's even half-way down to the gate. So tell us oh wise one, how's he supposed to make it down to the gate?"
"We'll have to do it," said Brandon. "Or other members of the additional security detail."
He turned back to Umbridge.
"Congratulations. You've just been added to a very exclusive list of individuals who have now earned the Queen's personal displeasure."
"Your threats do not scare me dear."
"Whatever you wanna believe, madam. Now that this irritating piece of business is finished, get out."
"I will not be—"
ZZZAP. A crackling arc of purple electricity impacted with the wall, leaving a scorch mark beside the door. Harry now stood beside Tommy, a purple glow still twisting and writhing in his left hand.
"Get. Out."
Early the following morning, Harry and Mazhe visited the anteroom off the Great Hall. Everything that could be moved was taken, including the cases; the room was left virtually bare. Mazhe was more than happy to take the 'acquired' items back to the Thieves Guild, and it was Justin who escorted him down to the Three Broomsticks, to use the fire there.
The whispering at breakfast that morning was fast and furious, and the reason became immediately apparent. Four crimson-robed Aurors were speaking in hushed tones with the headmaster, who actually looked angry that morning.
'Wonder if he found the calling card yet,' Harry thought, as he focused on his breakfast. This time it had been Mazhe to leave the Guild calling card, scratched into the stone floor. Like the others, any attempt to remove it would be futile.
Sure, others had asked if he knew, but he feigned ignorance. He was in his suite all night. Or so his story went. It wasn't like his circle would ever betray his secrets. If anything, pulling off the heist that morning had given him a bit of a charge, a rush. It was a crime, but really... what Dumbledore was doing to him was something far worse. Harry felt no remorse for his deeds. He'd found a way to lash out at the old man, and seeing fury blaze in the wizard's eyes gave him great satisfaction.
Friday, Harry once again met with Delvin and Niruin, who had been escorted up to the castle by members of the S.O.U. The two thieves brought with them a wrapped bundle, as well as a sealed parchment for Harry.
"Brynjolf sends his regards," said Delvin, as he passed over the package, "as does Tonilia. We had to guess your size, hope it fits."
"Hope what—Shor's beard..." Harry stammered, opening the package. Contained within was a set of armour exactly like Mazhe's.
"Thank you!"
"You're one of us now, it's only fitting you look the part," said Niruin, with a grin. Harry set the armour on the table, then opened the parchment.
Harry,
The goods you sent us Tirdas(3) has once again netted us a fortune, although perhaps a little less than your first, though for a different reason. Items with special carvings and engravings do take a little bit of extra effort to liquidate, just something to keep in mind for future reference. Some materials were simply smelted back into gold and silver ingots, which does lose some of its value.
No matter, it has meant for a significant profit, something we can only hope continues.
I'm sure Delvin has delivered your new armour with this missive. That comes with the blessing of Mercer, who is more than impressed with your efforts of the past two weeks. I have explained to him that this is likely not to be a consistent state of things, but he is no less impressed.
Well done, lad.
Brynjolf
Harry again smirked as he re-folded the parchment, and slipped it into his rucksack. They might be a band of criminals, but they treated him equally as well as the College did, and perhaps just a little better. The Thieves Guild were a close-knit group, much like a family.
"Tell both Brynjolf and Mercer I said thank you. Now I guess we'd best get started, I know your time is valuable and so on."
"This is true," Niruin agreed. "Tell me, Harry, have you ever used one of these?" The Bosmer pulled a crossbow(4) out of his satchel...
October 17, 2005 / 17 Frostfall, 4E200
Yesterday had proven to be another very productive afternoon, spent in the vacant classroom on the second floor. Remus had once again ran the lesson, using the course syllabus provided by Sir Malcolm Davis Institute. Given he was teaching students from all years (a number of seventh years were also attending the study group, given it was their N.E.W.T. year), it did make it a little more difficult to give a lot of attention to one group. Remus was more than adept, however, and with Harry's help, it was more than constructive.
If anything, those Sunday afternoons were becoming a high point of his imprisonment at the school, keeping him focused. If he was forced to be there, then why couldn't something constructive come of it? Not to mention, it did bring in extra practice of his skills.
Therefore, the large notice tacked to the notice board that morning quite literally made him scream with rage.
BY ORDER OF THE HIGH INQUISITOR OF HOGWARTS
All student organizations, societies, teams, groups and clubs are henceforth disbanded.
An organization, society, team, group or club is hereby defined as a regular meeting of three or more students.
Permission to re-form may be sought from the High Inquisitor (Professor Umbridge).
No student organization, society, team, group or club may exist without the knowledge and approval of the High Inquisitor.
Any student found to have formed, or belong to, an organization, society, team, group or club that has not been approved by the High Inquisitor will be expelled.
The above is in accordance with Educational Decree Number Twenty-four.
Signed: Delores Jane Umbridge, High Inquisitor(5)
"Harry? What's wrong?" Justin had come out of his room, still only partly dressed.
"Uh, same question." Tommy had joined him at the doorway to their separate rooms.
"That meddling... toad! I'll roast her alive!" Harry fumed, tearing the offensive notice off the board, and making to toss it into the fireplace.
"Let us see it," said Eric, pulling the notice out of Harry's hand.
"You won't be roasting anyone, Harry," said Brandon, joining Eric in looking over the notice. The pair of them had been in the dining room.
"I'll be making some sort of announcement at breakfast, I think," Harry said, viciously, "I've got a few very choice words for the High Inquisitor."
"Sure that's a good idea?" Justin asked, jamming a tee shirt on over his head and straightening it out.
"Why not? I'm not a student here, so I think I've got a bit of lee way. Accio armour..."
Harry waited until the Great Hall was busy with students, before rising to his feet and placing his wand at his throat. "Sonorus."
"Sorry to interrupt everyone's breakfast, but I've got a few words."
The room became silent.
"Since I am merely a... shall we say... forced guest of the castle, I think I might have a little lee way here with what I'm about to say. Madam Umbridge, I have no idea what you're truly trying to prove here, but your actions are detrimental to the future of England's wizarding society.
"Defence Against the Dark Arts is a core subject, required by a good many professions within the wizarding world. According to the International Confederations of Wizards' own set of guidelines, there is both a theoretical and a practical part of the O.W.L. and N.E.W.T. level exams. So tell us, professor. How is it you expect your students to pass both parts of the exam, when the text books you have provided them are better suited for an introduction at best?"
"I... the Ministry-" Umbridge sputtered, caught off guard by the young wizard's words.
"Yes, I've heard of the Ministry and its edicts. What are they truly afraid of? That the young witches and wizards in this room might actually grow a brain and think for themselves?"
"I never!"
"I'm not done. Students of Hogwarts. This individual should not be teaching. She doesn't even meet the requirements of the post—at least an 'Exceeds Expectations' grade in her Dark Arts Defence N.E.W.T. By that alone, the headmaster does have the right to dismiss her—although I know he's a bit ham stringed by the Ministry on that regard."
He glanced over at Dumbledore, and noted he seemed to very much approve of his words up to this point.
"Students, you all have a right to fair treatment within these walls, and equally, a chance at a decent grade. This latest decree announced by this loathsome individual was specifically crafted at the study group I formed, with the hopes of helping you. So to each of you who attended with the hopes of actually learning something this year, I apologize."
"Mr. Potter, the Ministry-"
"Can fuck off," Harry finished, "To my friends and peers here, write to your parents. Tell them what's going on here. Have them protest to the board of governors, to the Ministry itself. With enough complaints, they will have to act, numbers mean something. Quietus."
"Sonorus," said Brandon, "Additionally, it should also be noted that all letters and other forms of communication are being monitored. Any letters needing to be delivered may be brought up to Mr. Potter's private rooms, and we'll see they are delivered without being intercepted, a promise we can make on behalf of the Commonwealth of Valicadia. Quietus."
Professor Umbridge looked like she'd been slapped.
Dumbledore, meanwhile, was inwardly smirking. The boy had most certainly risen to the occasion. He knew it was only a matter of time before the Ministry edicts affected him personally. He was somewhat surprised the outburst hadn't come sooner, with the removal of the floo from his quarters. The charms and enchantments he had placed on the boy a few weeks prior were finally beginning to bore fruit. Perhaps it was time for phase two, then.
That evening, Harry was swamped with a pile of letters from the student body... even a number of Slytherins had come forward with letters, somewhat surprising, considering the house and its reputation. Perhaps Snape had said something. Or not. No, that would risk his cover. Something else at play, then?
Cedric had collected a stack of letters from his house mates, and the same had repeated with Ron and Hermione. There was a general consensus in the school: Delores Umbridge was a foul and loathsome being who needed to be removed at the earliest convenience.
Unfortunately, even with the letters and pressure from the parents, the situation did not change. Umbridge was still firmly planted at Hogwarts, and it looked like something far more substantial had to occur before she would be removed. The Commonwealth was certainly working on it, much like they were on the issue of Dumbledore, but the investigation wasn't something that could be finished overnight. It would take some time.
In the meantime, Harry began to join Ron and Hermione in the Gryffindor common room after dinner. Additionally, he was then taking all of his meals in the Great Hall, somewhat to the confusion of his circle. Short weeks prior, he had been insistent that under no circumstances would they be actively socializing outside of the set of rooms provided them. Now, outside of study and sleep, Harry was spending more and more time out about in the castle.
By the end of October, he was spending every evening up in Gryffindor tower—although at least one of his circle, as well as both SOU members joined him. No matter what, security had to be upheld, whether he liked it or not. And, if he was honest with himself, Harry had to agree that both Brandon and Eric were more than likable people.
November 1, 2005
Harry woke up with searing pain blazing in his scar, so much that he almost cried out. This was coupled with a strong emotional flash: rage.
'Not normal,' Harry thought to himself, throwing a tee shirt on, and gesturing at the lamp. A flame bloomed from its wick, bathing the room in dim light. Now able to see a little better, he produced his mobile. Healer Ferris probably wouldn't like getting a call at this hour, but... whatever was going on, it wasn't normal.
Fifteen minutes later, Harry, Justin, and two S.O.U. members were heading to the front doors of the castle to meet with Healer Ferris. Harry winced again, as another surge of pain flared in his scar.
"Won't one of your potions help?" Tommy asked, concerned.
"No. Tried that already. It's... someone might as well be jabbing me with a white-hot fireplace poker—aaaah!" He actually cradled his head for several moments.
He actually had to stop several times before getting to the front entry. There, however, he was bolstered by who chose to show up: Sirius, along with Alice and Will. It was still an hour before dawn, and so with the time difference, they'd likely only just got off to bed.
"Sorry to disturb your sleep," Harry apologized.
"No worries, kiddo. What's happening?"
"Pain in my scar, lots of it," Harry answered, as the enlarged group began to make their way back to Harry's suite.
"Is it worse than last time?" Will questioned.
"Yeah. Loads worse. Feels like my skull is about to explode."
"Last time?" Sirius was worried.
"Back at the end of Hearthfire. Same thing, but... not like this. And I'm getting an emotional flash... this time it was rage. I felt like I wanted to stab something."
"Hmmm," Healer Ferris mused a moment. "Anyone been able to get a good look at your scar, Harry?"
"No, miss."
"Once we get you freed from the school, it's one of the first things we will be doing."
"It's where Voldemort cursed him when he was a baby, right?" said Tommy.
"It's suspected as much, yes," said Alice, "Though considering Harry was the only one there, and considering he was far too young to have any firm memory of the event, we'll never know for sure. Have to agree with Healer Ferris, it's time we take a closer look, since I think we all agree, this is most definitely not normal."
"Harry, as much as you might not like the idea, the Order should be aware of this," said Sirius.
"It'll mean Dumbledore will know as well."
"Why should an unsanctioned group be aware of a personal problem, Mr. Black?" Healer Ferris questioned sharply, as they climbed a set of stairs.
"Because if it is somehow an indication of Voldemort's movements, they do need to be aware. The Order of the Phoenix is actively opposing Voldemort and his followers, this much all of you have to agree on."
"Fair enough."
Healer Ferris spent nearly an hour casting a number of diagnostic and detection charms around Harry's scar, some of which producing painful results. Harry endured, but he was certainly not happy about it. The sun was just starting to breech the horizon when she at last finished.
"Nothing I can really detect for certain here. Medical facilities on board the Ragnar might have better luck, and if not, we can see what Glossman Medical Centre back in Trevelyan has to say. Some of the best healers and doctors in the world are working there."
"Worst case, we can call in people from the Arcane Sciences division," said Will, "Their areas of study border on terrifying, so if anyone should know, it'll be them."
Justin furrowed his brow. "Then why not skip the appetizers, and move straight to the main course? I think Harry would like this problem cleared up now rather than later."
"I'll speak to a few colleagues."
Harry was rather quiet as he ate breakfast that morning. It had been a stressful morning, and he'd already missed his morning exercise as a result. He somewhat debated on having breakfast in the suite rather than facing the school, but something inside pushed him onward.
"You're being rather quiet this morning, Harry," Ginny noticed.
"Dealing with a personal matter," Harry answered, "It's not been a good morning so far. I'm not gonna be the best company today."
"You're not coming up to the common room after dinner then," Ron guessed.
"No. My study schedule is the only thing I'll be doing, and getting some rest."
"Something hurt you," Hermione guessed.
"Yes, just not in the way you might think. No, it wasn't during training," he answered, seeing the question already forming.
"Though it wouldn't be the first time he's been hurt," said Tommy, "Shit went down this morning, 'an likely he doesn't wanna say any more."
"Yeah, about sums it up," Harry agreed.
"Bogey, three o'clock," Tommy warned, and sure enough, Harry glanced up just in time to see Dumbledore making his way toward them.
"Harry, if we might have a word once you're finished your breakfast."
"I'll meet with you in the anteroom. Brandon and Eric here can put up appropriate wards. I also insist Professor McGonagall join us."
"Harry, there are things she isn't privy to—"
"I guess she'll be privy to them when we meet then... or we don't meet at all, professor," said Brandon, with finality, "The writ of no contact did not expire at the end of last year. If anything, the exceptions were the only part of that which did. So, either bring your colleague, or say what you need to say here and now."
Dumbledore gave Harry another sad look, and retreated back toward the head table. Once again, the Commonwealth was playing things very carefully, not giving him an inch to play with. He might have Harry trapped in the school, but the Commonwealth still had a handle on things. How far could he truly push things before they reacted? He knew he was walking a very thin line at this point. He mentally sighed. He'd discovered the listening device, and had shuddered, wondering how long it had been there without his knowledge. He'd left it alone, after modifying it so nothing really useful would be gained of it.
Once Harry finished his breakfast, he stood up, and the rest of his entourage followed suit, as they stepped up to the dais and the head table. Professor Dumbledore was then joined by his deputy as they all stepped into the anteroom. Once Brandon and Eric had erected privacy wards, the headmaster got straight to the point.
"Alastor has informed me you've been getting most unsettling pain from the scar on your forehead."
"The end of September was the first time. This morning it was somewhat worse. It came with a strong emotional burst—rage and anger."
"Emotions that were not yours?" McGonagall clarified, to which Harry gave a brief nod.
"Harry, this is most alarming," said Dumbledore, "How much do you know about the events surrounding Tom's attack on your parents fourteen years ago?"
"Enough to know that my parents died, and Voldemort gave me this little memento before he was banished."
Harry roughly brushed the hair out of his face to reveal the infamous scar.
"Harry, you do, naturally know that is by no means an ordinary scar. It's something that was created by dark magic... magic of the worst sort."
"We sort of know that already, Professor," Justin muttered.
"Given exactly what Tom tried to do to young Harry, it is a strong possibility they now share a connection."
"You're kidding me." Harry found himself wanting to bang his head against a wall. "So this sort of thing may only get worse."
"Without learning how to protect your mind from outside intrusion, then very likely, yes. Worse still, Tom may become aware of his connection to you, and in turn, use that connection to cause you harm, and harm to others."
"You're talking about something similar to Legilimency," said Brandon, a dark look crossing his face.
"You understand the danger then. Even the Commonwealth could be threatened should Tom Riddle begin to use this connection."
"Then he needs to learn how to protect his mind," said Tommy.
"Exactly, Mr. Conlon. It so happens, Professor Snape is a more than skilled in Occlumency, the reciprocal skill. I've not had the chance to speak to him, but-"
"No."
"Harry, you have to understand—"
"I'm sure Professor Snape is more than skilled. Problem is, he and I don't exactly see eye-to-eye. To be alone with him in any capacity whatsoever? I'll pass."
"The Commonwealth will be able to provide a suitable instructor, headmaster," said Brandon, "Likely sooner rather than later."
"If that's all, professor, I do have an English lesson to prepare for."
"We are finished," Dumbledore answered, giving the young wizard an incline of the head. He left the room, dispelling the wards.
The Occlumency instructor turned out to be none other than Healer Ferris. The lessons moved along pretty quickly as she discovered Harry was already well-versed in the basics. Getting to a calm state was an important first step, and he had that well in hand, with the training he was getting from Tommy. Healer Ferris was more than pleased, as that meant they could get into the meat of the subject: building up proper defences.
On November 5, Harry spent the night in Gryffindor tower for the first time since third year. Brandon and Eric initially objected to such an idea, but with Mazhe volunteering to stick around, they called for two replacements from the Ragnar as extra backup. No matter what sort of spur-of-the-moment plan Harry came up with, the security surrounding him simply adapted, rather than flat-out deny his request. This was another part of the directive from the queen: only in the most extreme circumstances were they to interfere with what the boy might want to do. Spending time with his school friends was definitely not an immediate and urgent threat to his being, so they adapted accordingly.
As a result, no one in the fifth-year boys' dormitory really got any sleep that night. For the first time in well over a year, Harry felt more his age, surrounded by peers and friends.
"So Harry... you plan on making this a more permanent arrangement?" Dean asked, while Harry slipped his boots on. It was well past breakfast before any of them had stirred.
"If you guys don't mind being kept up at all hours. Good thing it's a Sunday. Don't think any of you would be fit to attend any sort of classes today."
"Oh, you're one to talk, Potter," Seamus smirked.
"No kidding. Missed the morning exercises. But Gods, think I'm entitled to a day off now and then."
"Missing a few days now and then ain't gonna kill us, Harry," said Mazhe, as he belted up the bandolier which slung over his left shoulder.
"Still, Brandon and Tommy are gonna ride our arses even harder tomorrow."
"Been meaning to ask, Harry, what's with the... uh, armour anyway?" Neville asked.
"I've been inducted into a, well, special organization back in Skyrim," Harry hedged.
That got a smirk out of Mazhe. "Right. We've been trying to recruit him for a couple of years now. He completed the... uh, entry exam not too long ago."
"Even while he's here?" asked Dean.
"Sure, why not. Though there's likely to be a few assignments for him while he's here, too." This time the glint in Mazhe's eye was more than apparent.
"Hold on. Two of your tutors are in the same organization. I remember seeing them walking up to the school with..."
"Some of us," said the S.O.U. soldier at the door. The other stood watch just inside the portrait hole.
"Exactly."
"They've been teaching me marksmanship and stealth," Harry explained, "Have been since last fall. If not for certain people, I'd introduce them to you. As it stands, I'm trying to keep contact limited, lest people get any ideas they can be used to get to me."
"It's a real crime our world keeps treating you so poorly, Harry," said Neville, shaking his head, "We're lucky you're still willing to fight for us."
"It's because of only a few of you, but yeah. And remember, it's not just England I have to think about. A lot of people within the Commonwealth have helped me up to now. They're willing to back me and fight alongside me... they're the ones I fight for."
"So Harry... up to a game of chess before lunch?"
"Sure."
And so it was, Sunday was a total loss, as Harry spent the day with his school friends. They spent the remainder of the morning in the dormitory, and then headed down to the Great Hall for lunch. It was there he was joined by the remainder of his circle, and though a few pointed questions were asked, no one thought badly of him for his choice.
Over the next couple of weeks, Harry spent more and more time up in Gryffindor tower, enjoying the comfort he was feeling from being with his friends and peers. There were always at least two S.O.U. members present, and at least one of Harry's circle, but by the third week of November, he'd pretty much moved up to the tower. His former classmates had no complaints about it, and neither did any of the professors, so what was the harm.
His circle and the S.O.U., of course, had loads to say about it—not that they expressed any concerns to Harry directly. There was outside interference at work here, but up to this point, they were somewhat divided on where the line should be drawn, and more importantly, what to do if something truly threatening did arise. For now, they just stood back and supported their friend the best they could.
21 November, 2005 / 21 Sun's Dusk, 4E200
"Harry... wake up!" Harry felt Mazhe jostling him roughly.
"Wha? What's wrong?"
"Strange magic... I dunno what it is... feels like something's tugging at my naval, like a Port key."
"Gods... Dobby!" Harry nearly shouted.
Pop. The excitable elf appeared at Harry's bedside. "What can Dobby do for Harry Potter sir?"
"Take Mazhe and I back to our rooms right away."
"Take my hands," Dobby offered. Mazhe and Harry took the elf's hands, and they popped away.
They landed instantly in the common area of the suite of rooms. Brandon and Eric both had their wands drawn, pouring power into the wards added to the rooms, and it looked like something was trying to eat through them.
"What in Oblivion's going on?" Harry demanded.
"Read," Brandon snapped, jabbing a finger toward another notice tacked up on the bulletin board.
"Dobby, go back to Gryffindor tower, let Ron and Hermione know what's going on so they don't get out of sorts finding me gone."
"Right away, Harry Potter sir." Dobby popped away.
Harry, meanwhile, approached the notice board to read what seemed like the source of the problem.
BY ORDER OF THE HIGH INQUISITOR OF HOGWARTS
Effective henceforth, any individual wishing to visit the school must seek authorization from the Hogwarts High Inquisitor (Professor Umbridge), or the headmaster beforehand.
Any individual in the school without authorization will be ejected from the grounds without warning.
The above is in accordance with Educational Decree Number Twenty-four.
Signed: Delores Jane Umbridge, High Inquisitor
"Great. That's just great," Harry muttered, throwing a hand at the door leading out into the corridor. A yellow arc of magic impacted with it, shimmered a moment, then rolled across the walls and ceiling.
"What was that?" Eric wondered.
"Did it help?"
"Uh, yeah." Brandon looked impressed. "Still doesn't explain what you did."
"I lent a bit of my magic to whatever you were doing—think of it as an amplification. We use it back at the College. Someone's doing something and they don't quite have the power to do it themselves, we can give them a magical boost."
"Whatever's going on, the school wards are fighting against the wards we've erected in the room."
"The wards are trying to eject you guys. How long can we keep the ward in place?"
"With you helping us? We'll have to reinforce the ward again tonight."
"Mazhe... mind joining me? We can triple the power of the ward."
"Harry, it's time we get you the fuck out of here." Tommy once again framed the door to the dining room.
"Agreement there," said Brandon, "Now that my hands are completely free..." he pulled out his mobile. "Sorry, Harry. This is now a government matter."
"Really didn't want to cause trouble-"
"Harry, don't worry about it," said Eric, "It's not your fault. Let us handle things now."
"Got a question, Harry," said Tommy, as he crossed the room. "You've been pulled away from the dormitory. What's your feeling right now?"
"That... that I need to get back there as soon as possible."
"Whatever charm they've put on you it's reinforcing those feelings," said Eric, "We've all been asking a similar question. You've virtually moved back to Gryffindor tower... you've been putting all of us at arms' reach..."
"Missing morning training at least once a week," said Tommy, "They're trying to pull you away from us."
"Gods... I didn't realize..."
"But you know now, right? Guess the question now... what's the Commonwealth gonna do? What's going on?"
"They're trying to eject us and force us to leave Harry behind unprotected. Read." Mazhe pointed to the offensive notice.
Brandon hung up his phone and smirked. "Dumbledore is about to get a very unpleasant visitor. Breakfast should be a rather interesting affair."
Queen's Royal Bedchamber, Trevelyan, 12:48 am MST (GMT - 7)
"It has gotten to this point? Why was I not told?" Queen Susan questioned, angrily, tearing the offensive paper into several pieces. She'd just turned in for the night, and so was most displeased to be disturbed with news of urgent nature.
"Begging your forgiveness, your majesty. It was believed the Department of Information had things in hand," the gangly aide apologized.
"Wake my ceremonial guard and inform the Ragnar we will be arriving by floo powder in twenty minutes."
"As you wish, your majesty." With a slight bow, the aide bustled from the room to carry out her bidding.
"Chorley?" the Queen called out.
Pop. "Yes your majesty?" The elf questioned. He was dressed much like one of her ceremonial guard was, although the armour was made much smaller to fit the much smaller being.
"I need a pepper up potion and my battle dress brought up."
"You are going into battle, your majesty?"
"I dearly hope not. It's meant more for show, but it is only prudent we go prepared. It seems a certain old headmaster has decided not to take Us seriously. The time has come to put him in his place, once and for all."
"I will be back momentarily." Chorley gave a little bob of the head and popped away.
The Queen, meanwhile, mentally reviewed what she'd just read. A power-hungry bureaucrat had just tried to evict security she put in place to protect her ward. On top of her ward being virtually held prisoner at the school? No, things had gone on long enough. All evidence pointed back to the headmaster, and he would be made to see reason... or else.
8:11a Local Time
"All right. Ragnar says we're clear to step out into the castle proper," said Brandon, "Mazhe... you have your staff with you?"
"In Harry's chest."
"D'you mind fetching it?"
"Show of force then," Justin guessed.
"Her majesty's on the Ragnar now, and she's calling on the school in about fifteen minutes. We're going to meet her and join her as she enters the Great Hall."
"Great. I'll feel even more like a circus animal," Harry muttered.
"Which will in the end get you freed from this place for good. Her Majesty won't leave today without an ironclad guarantee of exactly that," said Brandon, "Holy shit is she pissed!"
"Bit risky her coming here though, isn't it?" Mazhe wondered, as he looked in the outer compartment of Harry's trunk.
"Her ceremonial guard are made up of other people from our outfit. A contingent of Marines will also be deployed, so she'll be more than covered," Eric explained, "And really, you haven't seen Queen Susan in action. She's no China doll, I can tell you that much."
"Been meanin' to ask, is she magical?" Tommy questioned.
"Oh yeah. She's a more than capable witch. First magical monarch in a century." Brandon looked at his watch. "Come on guys, get a move on."
The timing was impeccable. As Harry and his entourage came to the bottom of the stairs, they were met by the Queen and her entourage, who had just come through the front doors.
"Your majesty," Harry greeted, with a bow of the head.
"Harry. Good to see you again, although I wish it were under better circumstances."
She glanced up at Brandon and the others.
"Glad to see you have all prepared in some way. Shall we?"
At Harry's nod of agreement, they formed up into a procession, with Harry and his group following the Queen, the Ceremonial guard in the lead. They were dressed in deep crimson uniforms with gold trim. Harry now knew each of them were members of the S.O.U., and the uniform here was only for show. They were every bit as dangerous as Brandon and Eric, who were dressed in their usual black uniforms.
At Queen Susan's nod, two marines pushed the great doors open, and ten more spilled through the opening to take up position inside.
"All hail Susan the Second, the Queen of Valicadia!" cried one of the soldiers.
This brought silence to the room, and the rest stepped through. It was certainly a spectacle, as the large party practically marched up the centre of the room, to come to a stop at the dais. Dumbledore at this point had moved to stand behind the lectern, and although his face did not show it, Harry knew the old man was actually shocked. Or, perhaps disbelief might be a better word.
Harry had the old man pegged quite well. Oh, sure, he'd received the very angry announcement of the impending arrival only minutes before, and simply couldn't believe the ruling monarch would actually dare intrude on the school. Yet, here she was, along with a very formidable fighting force. And... what in Merlin's name was the boy named Mazhe carrying? Even from where he stood, the headmaster could feel the power radiating from the staff secured to the young wizard's back.
"You have once again earned Our displeasure, Albus Wulfric Percival Brian Dumbledore."
The headmaster was snapped back to reality, realizing the Queen was addressing him.
"Queen Susan. If we might convene in the anteroom, so we don't share this unpleasantness with the rest of the student body," McGonagall suggested.
"Yes, an appropriate idea," Dumbledore agreed. "Minerva, won't you join us."
"It is more practical if you remain here, deputy headmistress," said the Queen, "Our business is with the headmaster and not with any other member of the school."
"Watch B, take up positions. Honour guard remains with the sovereign," ordered one of the men in a ceremonial uniform. That sent the S.O.U. members in black outfits to the perimeter of the room where they took up positions meant to cover the room. Harry realized they were creating a security perimeter, and just a small part of him dared Malfoy to actually try something, knowing the end result would be very ugly.
The group, meanwhile, again retreated to the anteroom, which seemed somewhat larger, emptied of the trophies and cases. The Guild mark still gleamed in the light of the candles, and Harry had to smirk inwardly. No, it would be a long time before that vanished.
Then gathered at the centre of the room, Brandon was whispering something to the Queen. She simply nodded, and then addressed the headmaster, a look of blazing hatred in her eyes.
"Just what in the nine circles of hell do you think you're trying to prove?!"
"I assure you-"
"You assure me of NOTHING, headmaster! You have meddled in and about Our ward's business for the LAST TIME. You have one hour beginning..." she glanced at Brandon, who gave a jerky nod, "...now, to remove whatever abomination you have placed on Our ward, or WE shall order OUR SHIP to reduce this castle to DUST. Is that in any way unclear, Albus Wulfric Percival Brian Dumbledore?"
The old man's mask actually fell. The shock that raced across his face was there for all to see. That the Commonwealth would actually open fire on a school full of children? It alarmed him greatly.
"I protest! You would attack a school filled with innocent children?"
"Fifty-nine minutes, twenty seconds... nineteen... eighteen... seventeen... Ragnar copy."
HMS Ragnar
The conversation going on in the school between their commander in chief and the headmaster was being broadcast through Brandon' radio. Captain O'Toole was already acting on the Queen's orders.
"Action stations."
"Action stations, aye captain," said Commander Dawson, picking up a handset nearby. He pressed several buttons, causing a klaxon to begin blaring.
"Action stations, action stations. Set condition red throughout the ship. Action stations, action stations, this is no exercise. Weaps, make ready for a firing solution, main weapon vertical, T-minus fifty-nine even."
Commander Dawson hung up.
"We aren't really gonna fire on the castle?"
"I sincerely hope not, Ty," said the captain, shaking his head, "We'll all burn in hell if we do."
"AIC, Weaps. Condition red is set. Setting condition for main weapon vertical, full charge will be obtained in eight minutes, forty-two seconds."
"Weaps, AIC, copy," Commander Dawson answered.
Hogwarts
The radio chatter had been put on a small speaker attached to Brandon' utility vest, and further alarm was evident in Dumbledore's eyes, as the last comment was heard.
"What's it gonna be, headmaster? Either cooperate, or begin evacuating your school," said Brandon, simply.
"What, did you think We did not mean it when We said We grow tired of your manipulations, Albus? Trust me when I say, I will follow through. The Ragnar is already taking action as we speak."
"Do you feel that?" Mazhe asked, "Gods, it feels like the air's full of electricity."
"Yeah, I feel it too," said Tommy, "Like a thunderstorm's coming."
"Tell me, headmaster, you must feel it as well. Gods, all we want is for you to do the right thing. Let me go," said Harry, "No one needs to get hurt here. Or are you that stubborn, that blind, that you put everyone here at risk?"
"Full charge of main capacitors in seven minutes, ten seconds," came a voice over the small speaker.
"I have to ask, what will the people of Valicadia think, when they learn their Queen directed a war machine to attack a school full of children," Dumbledore tried.
The Queen actually laughed.
"Nice try, Albus. You should know, I will be addressing the Commonwealth on this matter as soon as the matter here is resolved—or not quite immediately. It will occur today, so that those under my rule understand the reason behind such action."
"Fifty seven minutes," said Brandon.
Dumbledore let out a great sigh, then asked Harry to step forward. Reaching into his robes to produce his wand, he was unsurprised to find at least twelve wands pointed in his direction, along with a number of non-magical weapons.
"Doing anything other than remove the offensive item will not fare well, headmaster," said Mazhe, reaching back and fetching the staff off of his back. Now in his hands, the staff actually hummed with energy, as though interacting with the energy-charged atmosphere.
"Hold out your right arm, Harry."
Harry did as asked, and Dumbledore simply tapped his wrist with his wand. A thin bracelet appeared, and began to slip off, but Harry snatched it up.
"I'll be keeping this, I think."
"Here. The Arcane Sciences Division will likely be able to make better sense of it," said Justin. Harry quickly handed the offensive item over.
"Ragnar, stand down," said the Queen.
"By your command," came Captain O'Toole's voice.
"Now that that unpleasant business is finished, what do you plan on doing, Harry?" Dumbledore asked.
"Oh, I don't think our business is quite finished yet, headmaster," said Brandon, viciously, "Whether through your action or not, twelve of the Commonwealth's soldiers were injured this morning after being ejected from the building."
"I assure you-"
"Take Dumbledore into custody. Endangering one of Our wards for openers," said the Queen. Dumbledore found himself at wand point once again, and relieved of his own.
"We'll take him up to the Ragnar," said one of the soldiers. Dumbledore was then escorted from the anteroom.
"So it's done then? We can get away from this place?" Tommy asked.
"I can't guarantee we won't be drawn back here for some reason, but rest assured, we will do all we can to make sure something like this doesn't repeat itself."
They were interrupted again, as McGonagall stormed into the room.
"Explain!" she demanded.
"You are in a position to see to the operation of the school?" the Queen asked.
"I have seen to the school on a number of different occasions, but I still must know what is taking place. Why is Albus being escorted out by your military?"
"Professor, he's under arrest. He forced me to be here by putting—" Justin had again produced the offensive bracelet, "-this on me back in September. It's why I couldn't leave the school."
"Albus, you fool!" McGonagall cursed. She sighed, and pursed her lips, looking furious. "Albus has made things most difficult already. I did warn him against such meddling. I still cannot fathom his foolishness!"
"Nor can I, professor."
"Potter, I am truly sorry he was able to do this sort of thing to you."
"Thank you, professor. That truly means a lot, coming from you."
"Deputy headmistress, if I may address the student body?" the Queen asked. "I think it is time a few ugly truths are brought to light."
Stepping back out into the Great Hall, the noise level rose again, as students noticed their reappearance. The Queen stepped up to the lectern, and the hall fell silent.
"There are those here in Magical England, who believe that it is better to bury their heads in the sand, and pretend certain events are not actually unfolding. They would rather lead the general public down the garden path, and ignore the glaring signs warning of a far different set of circumstances.
"The Commonwealth is in agreement with at least a dozen members of the International Confederation of Wizards, in the knowledge that the one known as Voldemort once again walks amongst the living. Our ward has presented irrefutable pensieve testimony which has proven this fact. We have also monitored activity amongst witches and wizards known to have followed the one named Voldemort before his disappearance fourteen years ago. All are engaging in suspect behaviour, travelling in their old circles, now strongly suspected of collecting around their old master.
"Other nations are taking action to protect their borders and their citizens against this dark wizard and his followers, and for magical England to ignore the trend and swim against the current, will only lead to a terrible set of circumstances here.
"Witches and wizards, you have a deadly weapon in your grasp, one which could end the fight before it begins. Yet you cower behind a select few, waiting for a select few to do the job that many could do quite easily. The time for inaction has come and gone, much like the time of living in the past, embracing old traditions-"
POP POP POP. A seventh-year Ravenclaw had moved to draw his wand, but instead now lay bleeding on the floor from three bullets lodged in his chest. The Queen let out a sigh, while the soldier responsible for the injuries levitated the gravely injured student from the room.
"His injuries are severe, but they are now the least of his worries," the Queen continued. "You would attack me because I question your old ways, or is it something else? Come on, speak up!"
"We don't need mudbloods and blood traitors!" shouted a fourth year Slytherin.
"In the Commonwealth, you would find yourself in a holding cell facing two charges. Our Commonwealth embraces all, no matter their blood or their ability," the Queen answered, "In a progressive society, everyone has a forum in which to voice their concerns, their fears, their grievances. Our government tries to hear all of its citizens, and do the best it can for ALL, not only a select few, such as it seems to be here. All are given a chance to be productive members of society, instead of having to rely on a network of payouts, payoffs, and favours."
"But the Ministry—" Umbridge had finally heard enough, and decided to wade (or waddle) into the debate.
"Is in the state it's in, because of small-minded individuals such as yourself," Brandon answered, "The stack of unfair edicts you've passed, all of them to suppress any sort of free thinking here in the school. Instead of a place of learning, it's become a prison. Word is, even the other teachers sitting with you here are terrified of what you might do, should they do something to attract your attention."
"The Ministry believes the school is in need of changes, to be better brought up to scratch and meet certain government standards," Umbridge simpered, "Students need to be carefully guided."
"No, they need to be actually taught something useful, rather than a text book aimed at an unfocused adult," Harry muttered, "You nearly failed as a student of Dark Arts Defence. Quite honestly, I think you outright fail as a teacher. It's a shame the Commonwealth can't levy any sort of charges against you, you'd be joining the headmaster in a holding cell."
"I believe we are done here. Do keep in mind what I have said here. Whether you wish to admit it or not, Voldemort has returned, and is a true threat to each and every one of you. I'll leave you with one final thought. What sort of society do you wish to live in? One where all are included, or one controlled by the select few, while the rest of you cower in fear?"
Mazhe watched as Harry collected the items he'd stored in and about the small private room in their suite. His friend was clearly in a hurry.
"You're still gonna say good bye to everyone, right?"
"Yeah. We'll stop by Gryffindor tower before we actually leave. Surprised McGonagall cancelled classes for the day."
"Given the events this morning... I think the school's in a bit of shock. Still confused though. How's the Commonwealth able to arrest someone on foreign soil anyway?"
"Got no clue, Mazhe. All I know, I'm glad she did it. Now if they're actually able to lay charges on him and make it stick, it'll be a nice Christmas present. The part that's got my head spinning though, is the Ragnar and whatever weapon she's got. Gods, it was like she was collecting energy from the atmosphere itself."
"Something we'll have to ask when we get a chance. It was quite something, have to agree that much. A weapon like that... might make the Thalmor think twice."
That got a nasty smirk from Harry. After what happened at the College, he despised the Thalmor just as much as his friend.
UP NEXT: Dumbledore returns to Hogwarts after being detained by the Commonwealth over the winter holidays; the ICW Education Division takes a very close look at the goings on at Hogwarts; Ron discovers something rather unsettling during a visit to the Room of Requirement that results in Bill visiting for official purposes; an event at the beginning of April is costly for Harry ...and both Harry and Tommy react poorly to information that comes to light about the incident in Atlantic City.
Now... it seems the Commonwealth has been able to at least temporarily put the brakes on Dumbledore's manipulations. Whether that's a permanent thing, it still remains to be seen. After all, there is certainly question of whether the Commonwealth had the right to put him under arrest in the first place.
(1) Fredas – Friday in the Gregorian calendar.
(2) Loredas—Saturday in the Gregorian calendar.
(3) Tirdas – Tuesday.
(4) Again, a weapon introduced with the Dawnguard expansion, but it's now considered part of the Elder Scrolls/Skyrim lore.
(5) Taken from p.313, "Order of the Phoenix", Canadian soft-cover edition.