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Harry Potter

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Susan's Revenge

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Prologue

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Thirty year old Susan Bones watched from the window in her office as she followed Harry Potter walking towards the floo network to go home to that bitch who had been dousing him. She was the youngest director of the DMLE in history, and she knew she had gotten the job because Harry had turned it down. They had been partners for ten years tracking down Death Eaters that had escaped after their graduation. She still remembered Weasels temper tantrum at being refused to be allowed into the auror academy due to his grades, and the howlers his mother had sent Kingsley, He was determined they would only have the best, and Weasel had refused to go back to Hogwarts to complete his seventh year, not like Harry and Hermione. Now that was a kettle of fish, why would she marry the lazy bastard? The only thing she could think of was the same thing on the report in front of her. Harry had been injured three weeks ago. She had slipped some of his blood into a vial to have a toxicology report done on it by the Department of Mysteries. Several things surprised her in the report, but one didn't. The love potion, and she didn't have to know who it was keyed to. Then there were the old residue of loyalty potions, the intelligence blocker, as well as a magic blocker.

Turning back to Croaker she said, "So it's all true?"

"Yes, there was a marriage contract for you and Mr. Potter signed by your parents. I'm not sure what happened to the Potter copy, but the ministry one was sealed by Dumbledore. As to yours, I expect it's in your parents vault. You should check," the cloaked head of the Unspeakables replied.

Susan sighed and sat down in her chair and gestured for Croaker to sit, "What does it matter. We were both screwed over and I lost."

Croaker sat down and looked at the young woman and young to him she was. On the wall near the picture of her ant a reddish spot was glowing from the recording charm he had found when he came in and he still wondered who was spying on the head of the DMLE.

Taking a chance, he lowered his hood and said, "Let's speak frankly. My real name is as old as this ministry. I was born in 1633 in what is now France. Twenty years ago, Dumbledore cost me my wife's life after he destroyed something very valuable to me. I want to fix that mistake, and you can do it for me as well as help Lord Potter if you want to."

"Who are you?" Susan asked in confusion.

"My name is Nicklaus Flamel. You can call me Nick," the man said.

Susan gasped, "I thought you were dead."

"It was close. I survived to make another stone, but it cost me my wife. Dumbledore's manipulation cost a lot of lives, including your aunt's. So what do you say? Do you want to break the law?" Nick said with a grin.

Susan leaned forward, "How?"

"I know of a ritual that can send your memories back in time to a younger self. I would do it, but it won't work on me. It needs one particular thing," Nick said.

"How… How does it work?" Susan asked and then said, "What do I have to do? What does it need?"

"It needs several things actually. An anchor, and that's your contract not being fulfilled, and a virgin," Nick said, and the young woman turned bright red.

Susan sputtered out, "How did you know?"

Nick laughed and said, "I was there when your father wrote out the contract. It stipulated in the magic, that only your intended could ever lay with you."

Susan growled out, "Do you know how frustrated I have been over the years? Not being able to have sex and not knowing why I would get violently sick?" then she started laughing as she remember Draco trying to rape her after her aunt was killed and he was turned into a ferret again. It cost her because of the Carrow twins; but she was safe, because even when Amycus Carrow tried to rape her, his 'block and tackle' vanished. They only reappeared a week later. She just never knew why, until now.

"I'm sure you have been. Would you like to be able to rectify it?" Nick asked.

"You're damn right," Susan said as she squeezed her legs together under the desk.

"Good. First you need to go to your parents vault, and look for the contract, so you know where it is in the past. You then need to memorize this," Nick said as he slid a sheet of parchment over to the girl.

Susan looked at the sheet and saw it had a dozen words and asked, "What is this?"

"It's thje password that will allow you to send a message to me. When you go back, it will be March 18th, nineteen ninety-one … yes, your birthday when you turned eleven. Immediately send me a letter, telling me not to send the stone to Gringotts for Dumbles to protect. Tell me about the ritual used to send you back in time. I'll know it, because it's in my family book. Tell me what you can of the future if you want. I'll help you as much as I can behind the scenes. That's all I'm asking of you," Nick said.

"I'll do it," Susan replied.

"Good! Also, don't use your family owl, since I know it. Rent one, so I won't know your owl. Also, use your aunt's dictation quill, so it hides your writing and magical signature," Nick suggested.

"I will. I'll go to my vault and look for the contract. When I find it I'll come back here and contact you," Susan said as she stood up and offered her hand.

Both shook hands and Nick pulled his hood up and vanished. Susan made sure everything was secure, and then headed for the door and stepped out, sealing the door behind her.

"Mary, I need to run to Gringotts and will be back soon," Susan told her secretary.

"I'll be here," Mary replied as she read over the report in front of her. Susan shook her head at her friend's dedication of destroying paperwork. She never saw Percy Weasley watching her as she headed for the door but had heard her say she would be back so he had no way to reactivate the monitoring charms he kept on the office so he knew what was going on that could affect his family.

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Susan nodded and headed for the door to leave the bullpen and waved to her coworkers. Ten minutes later, Susan was rocketing down into the depths of the bank to Vault number 121.

"Vault 121. Key please," the goblin asked.

Susan handed the key to the goblin, and climbed out of the cart as the goblin opened the vault that had been sealed for many years. Tears ran down her cheeks as she saw for the first time her parent's belongings that her Aunt had packed up from when she closed up their house. She was shocked that on the wall was a portrait of her parents and she held back the tears.

Stepping in, she said, "I don't know how long I'll be. I am looking for some paperwork."

"I can wait for fifteen minutes. If it takes longer than that, then pull the cord on the wall inside the vault and I'll return."

"Thank you," Susan said as she stepped inside. She glanced at the portrait but it was still. It would need to be hung in her home to be activated. With a sigh she looked around and then started going through the many trunks and desks. It would take her two hours to find it inside her father's desk.

Unrolling the scroll she started reading as she felt the tears run down her face. Kissing it, she placed it back in the trunk and stood up and went to her parents painting and gently touched it.

"Mum, Dad, I promise I'll hang you in Bones Manor when I go back," Susan said and then she pulled the cord on the wall.

Susan was soon back on the surface. She spotted Bill Weasley and nodded to him as she went out the door.

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Susan arrived back at the DMLE and was heading for her office when Percy Weasley appeared and started in on her about leaving during working hours.

"Mr. Weasley, who am I?" Susan asked.

"You're Susan Bones," Percy replied smugly.

"That's not what I asked. I asked: WHO AM I?" Susan demanded.

Percy blinked and looked at the woman getting angry in front of him, and then it dawned on him, "You're Madam Susan Amelia Bones, head of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Bones, and Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

"That's right, and I refuse to listen to an undersecretary of the Ministry from a lesser house. Learn your place!" Susan snapped out in reply, and turned and walked to her office.

Unsealing the door, she stepped in and slammed it shut behind her. She sat down at her desk, unsealed her safe, and pulled out the sheet of parchment. She started memorizing the dozen words on it, as tears ran down her face. It took her fifteen minutes of studying the paper before she had it committed to memory, and she knew that once she went back in time, she could use the family pensieve to bring it back up.

Quickly burning the sheet, she stood and headed out of her office, and once more sealed it, "Mary, I have a meeting with Croaker about something the Department found that could affect the DMLE. If anyone asks tell them I'll be back in an hour."

"Yes, Ma'am," Mary replied as she signed off on a parchment and filed it in the out box.

Susan headed to the elevators and hit the bottom floor button. Descending to the level above the courtrooms she headed left instead of right and approached the doors and knocked.

Seconds later, the door opened and a man or woman stood there wearing a gray cloak and hood.

"Yes?" the person asked.

"Croaker sent me a letter asking to see me," Susan replied.

"Follow me, and don't touch anything," the voice said.

Susan nodded and followed the person through multiple doors until they came to a stop in front of a wall where the person knocked on the wall and a door appeared.

The person opened the door and said, "Madam Bones is here to see you."

"Send her in Reverent, and you may go. I'll escort her out," came a voice from the other side of the door.

Reverent stepped aside and as she started past the person, it whispered, "Good luck, Susan."

The door closed behind her and she had whirled around. She recognized that voice and hadn't heard it in ten years, not since Daphne Greengrass had vanished. She was presumed dead, murdered by death eaters. She and Tracy were another pair she was determined to help. Tracy had been raped and murdered in Slytherin and Daphne had hexed Goyle and Crabbe so badly when they jumped her she left them in the hospital for months in their seventh year and then she vanished.

"You recognize my great grand niece?" Nick asked.

"Yes, I thought she was dead," Susan replied.

"She nearly was, when she appeared at my property in France. It took many months to get her well, and by that time, Voldemort was dead, or Tom Riddle as was his real name. Now did you find it?"

"Yes, I did. I have also memorized your code to contact you," Susan replied.

"Good, are you sure you want to do this?" Nick asked as she stood up.

With a firm nod she looked at her friend.

"Good follow me," Nick said as he walked to another door.

Susan found herself in a living room, and then in a room filled with runes engraved on the walls, floor and ceiling. In the center of the room was a chair that looked like a dentist chair that Hermione had showed her when they were helping her parents get resettled into their lives, but it was made of wood.

"Get comfortable," Nick said as he walked to the chair and unhooked a helmet covered in runes from the back.

Susan took a breath and then sat down, "will it hurt?" she asked.

Nick looked into her blue eyes and replied, "I don't know."

Susan closed her eyes, said a quick prayer, and then opened them, "Let's do this. Let's save our world.

"Sorry about this," Nick said as he pulled out his wand and mumbled a spell. Susan felt her long red hair fall off her head.

Nick set the helmet on Susan's lap and then picked up a brush and painted a dozen runes on her head and then slipped the helmet on.

"Good luck," was the last thing she heard before pain shattered her mind and her memories started flashing back in time.

Susan saw the days, months and years fly by. She saw her Hogwarts days and then it started slowing down as it showed her sorting and then the days flicked by until she saw her birthday party and then the early morning as she lay in bed as she felt her mind meld with her younger self as 12:00.01 March 18th 1991 clicked on the tempus spell of her Aunt as she yelled out, 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY!'

Susan sat up and screamed.

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Edit By TeNderLoin

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