Chapter 21

"I don't know if Dumbledore is that good fooling people or the ministry is that stupid." I grumbled that morning at breakfast. "Dumbledore got his wrists slapped over getting caught on camera during his kidnapping of Harry Potter. The big story is Draco's Death Eaters attacking a village but being run off by a couple of demons." But there was something wrong with that picture of Dumblrdore, Draco, and the demons.

"Harry it is not like we can run off to battle, all we can do is sit here and do our thing at Hogwarts and wait till something happens. It's not like we control the world or any part of Evelyn's universe. All we can do is our thing here at Hogwarts until something drags us in to the fray once again." From Daphne's glare I figured I'd best shut up, pregnant women can also be very dangerous.

Even though teaching school was cool and rewarding, I couldn't ignore the Daily Profit. Okay, Dumbledore is calling on his couple of demons to try and chase away Draco's Death Eaters. He's also using the ministry to meet his agenda whatever that might be. But, Draco and his idiots were just not fitting into his mold of going after Muggleborns and Halfbloods. Furthermore, all those older adults following the younger Draco also didn't seem that plausible either. However, Christmas is now upon us so the girls and I headed to our Hogsmeade Village home. didn't seem all that p

Dinky had outdone herself. She had Christmas house decorations everywhere. The living room had been expanded and a fantastic Christmas tree decorated one quarter of the living room. We're all discussing how we would separate to buy each other Christmas presents when Ava went into labor.

While I was panicking, I still screamed, "Dinky get Madame Pomfrey, now!

While Ava was apologizing to Madame Pomfrey for dragging her out of her Christmas vacation time, that was in between a labor pain, Daphne was dragging me out of the room.

Dark Lords scared me but right now I was currently indescribable lost. What could I do? Apparently nothing. How can I help? Apparently not. After what seemed a century of my brain running around in circles I heard crying in stereo. I think I leapt up to rush into the other room but again Daphne stopped me by blocking the door. Daphne was talking at me but I wasn't listening, I wanted into the other room. Suddenly I was pulled into the other room with Ava and I was again stunned, I was the father of twin boys. Boys were named Harry Sirius and James Remus All this responsibility, what was I supposed to do?

Dinky was ecstatic and was bouncing around taking care of everyone including the twins feeding and diaper changes. By the end of the Christmas vacation I had pretty much settled down and appreciated why fathers handed out cigars and bought rounds of drinks at the local bar. Unfortunate I was sent back to my lost state as Daphne went into labor. I was now the father of a bouncing baby girl named Nickie Helena. One... Great... Christmas.

/Scene Break/

Apparently it had been a long time since Hogwarts was hosting married individuals with children. Professors and the ghosts alike were thrilled and very attentive of the babies. Well everyone except Peeves the poltergeist. He however was set to right by the Bloody Baron. I was reminded of all that I had missed in my childhood as professors use their individual skills to produce things for the babies. Whether it was a snitch that circled or tinkling bells set off by the children's hand wave, one was a small flying piggy, transformed by Professor McGonagall, and that reminded me of what Muggles used for piggy banks. I suddenly realized what Draco's idiots were up to in the attacking of Muggle villages.

"Professor McGonagall I will need for you to cancel my classes or have by someone stand in my stead because tomorrow as I need to go to Gringotts."

"And might I ask is of such importance as to require cancellation of on entire days of classes?"

"I have an idea about the erratic behavior of the Dark Lord Malfoy as he seems to be deviating from his normal behavior. I believe the goblins will help stifle some of his behavior. I also need their help figuring out if this will help or hinder Dumbledore's quest for power."

"I always felt that that man should learn that the world does not revolve around him, too many people put their trust and faith in him without question. Individuals should think for themselves and not follow the mantra like some faithful dog. You have no idea how many heated arguments we have had over the many years that we have been acquainted."

"Headmistress I am only speculating though I do believe it's quite true. Dumbledore used this school to ensure that people could be easily be manipulated to his way of thinking. He produced followers but is now using the Wizengamot, the ministry and his followers to ensure his intended outcome. I know for a fact that he called those demons that attack Diagon alley awhile ago. So it doesn't take a leap of faith to realize who is calling the demons that are currently attacking Draco's group. Calling demons is evil and dark regardless of what his opinion is of the greater good."

"I shan't agree or disagree with you but you may take tomorrow off of your schedule."

"Thank you headmistress."

/Scene Break/

"KnifeSlasher, how's the wife and kiddies"

"Just as mean and bloodthirsty as any normal goblin, thank you very much for reminding me. And what brings you here?"

"I have a theory which I hope you may be able to confirm. Have there been any large deposit of Muggle money over the last year?"

"Funny that you should ask that. There is an individual who consistently makes large conversion of Muggle money, gold and silver bars, and some negotiable certificates into galleons and deposit them into his fault. The same individual makes many transfers of different currencies to different accounts around Europe. Should we have some interest in this area?"

"I believe I knowwhere he is getting all of these valuables, what I will need from you is your help, if possible, to stop this in some way or the other. Simply stating is that Malfoy's raids are not on the Muggles per se but on the Muggle banks. That's how the little doofus is financing all of his troops and why he has any followers, he's buying them!. I don't know if you can jam up his financial dealings but are you able to drop a little hint to the head of the DMLE? Something along the lines of not sending the Aurors in to solely protect the Muggles but also the Muggle banks."

"Why that little piece of shit! They have been having us process our own funds to finance their further attacks on some of our Muggle banks!

KnifeSlasher was beyond pissed. I had never seen a goblin lose it before and I was happy that it was not in my direction. In a little bit, after he calmed down to a dull roar, and started screaming for other goblins, and after instructions to the other goblins that had entered the office on his call, we talked.

"We are in your debt for bringing this to our attention. We were under the assumption that our Muggle associated banks, were totaly destroyed in the attacks, or had been looted by the Muggles. I sent my associates to double check if some of the valuables that we process were from the destroyed Muggle banks."

We pretty much sat in silence for a while suddenly the door to his office open and KnifeSlasher sprang to his feet and bowed so low he banged his head on his own desk. Not being overly stupid I also stood and gave a respectful bow to a very old looking goblin.

"Lord Peverell your thoughts and your actions have been an assistance to the goblin nation. Your thoughts were correct and the goblin nation is now at war with the Malfoy abomination and his subjects. We will make Malfoy suffer to his last drop of blood." The old goblin then turned and left.

"Holy caverns of the dark! And he came to my office!" It appeared that KnifeSlasher was impressed.

"I assume he is an important goblin?" It was kind of a dumb statement considering he just declared war on Malfoy and Associates.

"There is only one higher. Your Evelyn deals with them, you and I would not dare to ask for an audience at that level."

"So can you give me a clue what's going on?"

"Malfoy attacking an goblin associated bank is really bad but to have the nerve to take its stolen funds and have our bank convert and process our valuables is intolerable. That goblin nation just authorized me to close down all vaults of all known Malfoy's Death Eaters as well as any Malfoy associated vaults. The Goblin nation is now authorized to attack those lowlife scum whenever we meet them."

"Might I suggest that you notify the DMLE of the situation so as not to start another goblin war. Notifying the Minister of Magic might also be advisable although it is most likely you will be totally ignored by them."

While I had no idea of the cash flow ratio of Malfoy's Associates I was sure this would hurt but how would it affect Dumbledore? So far the two fighting each other had caused a stalemate.

/Scene Break/

"Professor Evans, I just received a Muggle letter which is addressed to you." Headmistress McGonagall handed over a letter. It is obvious by the stamps that it had traveled through the Muggle system.

I had no worries opening the letter as it had traveled to the magical system and been checked by Hogwarts elves. While it was rare, it would not be the first time the bomb showed up through the Muggle post. Letters could contain powders that were hurtful or deadly to an unsuspecting wizard or witch.

Harry,

Both my parents have and passed away recently and later, while I was cleaning the attic, I found a trunk full of your freakish garbage. There are journals and photograph of people who I assume are your parents. Claim the trunk by the end of the week or I'll burn it.

Dudley

I tried to choke, tried to laugh and say at the same time, "You have got to be kidding!" While the choking won I almost hurt myself. This was incomprehensible. Dudley sending me a kind thought? Age wise he was definitely an adult by now but as I reread the letter it smelled and yelled, "TRAP!"

/Scene Break/

I had debated with myself how I should be approaching this small village. Should I appear as my normal self? Tall, muscular, well-dressed raven hair, shoulders length hair now in a ponytail? No! Where was the fun in that? I was strolling down the sidewalk in my aged up Harry clone glamour showing ill fitting attire, scruffy hair and baggy jeans, portraying the skinny runt, just a little bit older looking. I thought I did a pretty good job as I saw a number the local residents disappear back into their houses. I was now facing number 4 Privet Dr.

Any doubt I might have had to this being a trap was set aside, as almost immediately, Dudley ran from the front door screaming, "It's your entire fault freak, you killed them... I'm going to make you pay you weirdo bastard."

In my first year I had to fight a troll? It was poor and stupid; What a brilliant comparison to what was charging toward me. I first thought was to let him get close enough to let him compare his ten tons of fat to a lot of muscle backing my fist. My second thought was just to stunning the idiot but this pleasurable thoughts were put off as I felt a surge of Magic, I immediately rolled to one side. I saw a green bolt of Magic hitting Dudley in the back while more were headed in my direction. That's when all hell broke loose.

I had no idea how many of them there were but I could feel the magic flying. I cast a brief shield spell with my wand and unloaded many curses as I could wand-lessly. Whoever was here were either under an invisibility cloaks or had disillusioned themselves. All these spells and curses were quickly destroying the neighborhood. I was about ready to transport out of this mess when a half dozen or more AKs flew at me from my front. Oh how stupid can they be?

I raise my hand and conjured a large metal mirror with intricate frame. My intent had inscribed a couple of ruins on the frame. Needless to say the runes made the mirror indestructible and unmovable. Merlin, the light show as the green lights of the AKs hit the mirror, and disbursed in all directions forward. Bodies start appearing from their disillusionment charms ending and a few legs and arms showed out from under invisibility cloak's from those hit with their own killing curses. Others missed and caused more damage.

Oddly enough, my magic was telling me that this was not over with as I turned and threw up a shield. I did indeed stop a couple of curses. By this time I was letting my magic freely flow with protection shields, cutting curses or stunners. I banished the concrete sidewalk outward... About then I heard a series of screams and more bodies appeared. Seconds later there came a whole lot of POPs on either end of the street, the Aurors had arrived lead by Dumbledore.

Now that the killing curses had stopped it was clear that collateral damage to property had occurred up and down the street. All the bodies laying around were not all Death Eaters either.

It only took me one glance to know that both sets of Aurors were not focusing on the Death Eaters but were directed by Dumbledore to concentrating directly on me. Knowing I had many options I want to see just how far the ministry would go with Dumbledore influencing their decisions. I decided to start using a lot of what I was taught by Evelyn and her crazy vampires and instructors. The first thing I did was vampire ghost my wands, invisibility cloaks and everything including my galleons to my Hogsmeade home. I figured the girls would figure out that there was something going on when they saw those items. Within minutes I was in magical suppression cuffs and being hauled off to a ministry of Magic holding cell..

I'm not sure that they understood why I was smiling and chuckling. First off the cuffs did not suppress my magic so I made sure that Evelyn's medallion was invisible while my body was being searched and…my Potter glamour charms did not even flicker. As soon as I was alone in my majestic cell I said "Boss Evelyn" and the clone took my place. I transported back to Hogwarts as I had classes to teach as Professor Evans. While I feel bad about anything that happens to my clones in reality they are a construct and really do not have any emotions or feelings. The clone's only know what's going on for one hour before they fade away. My problem now is that I had to transport to the ministry holding cells every hour to produce a new clone. Finally after transporting every hour to produce a new clone and spending the majority of my nights myself in that holding cell it was trial time.

I decided to sit in the chair with all of the handcuffs including the magical suppression cuffs. The Minister of Magic puffed himself up in front of the Wizengamot and demanded…

"How does the defendant plea to killing ten innocent people including six Muggles? Further what is your plea to seriously injuring twenty additional upstanding wizards?"

"Not guilty of course. So when do I get to present my defense as a Lord of an Ancient and Noble House?" I threw that out as a shot to their bias snobbery to chew on.

"After we administer the Veritaserum and determine the real truth in this matter!"

I had a big grin to my face I stuck out my tongue for the three drops. After all of the Death Eaters that had refused that drug based on their house house status had rights, my rights were being ignored. I was way beyond that drug affecting me in any way thanks to the medallion. After answering their questions and adding in what really did happen, and not what they wanted to believe, Dumbledore adjourned the group for a vote. Gee, wasn't I supposed to have a minute to present my defense?

They finally all returned and Dumbledore stood and stated their verdict, "We find the defendant guilty of all charges and remanded him to Azkaban for life." The spectators were not happy and were yelling at the Wizengamot. That's when I notice what was wrong with that picture in the Dailey Profit.

Like I expected another decision from the Lord of the "Greater Good". If Dumbledore thought my scar would bring back Voldemort why was he not chunking me through the Veil? My realization did get my brain to go wonky for a few seconds, but…

I wasn't happy with the treatment that I was receiving as I was heading under escort to Azkaban. Hopefully I could return the favor at a later date.

Processing into the new prison consisted of being thrown into a cell that a lowly animal would not consider fit for habitation.. I didn't even produce a clone as I transported back to Hogwarts to resume my status as Professor Evans.