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Juliet point of view.

I quickened my pace heading towards Hagrid's hut; Uncle Snape alerted me Fudge and Lord Malfoy had arrived to take Hagrid and order a suspension for Pop-pop, who was the best headmaster this school would ever see.

Avery seethed, "That hair model is boiling my blood."

I grinned, "That he is." Lord Malfoy was a waste of power and if I ever found a way to strip his power and manifest it in a Muggle, by damned I would. The hill was steep, but we made decent time.

I snapped, "Expulso." my wand moving the mist of red shot from the tip, ten feet in front of us Hagrid's door exploded sending wood in every direction. On the floor when we walked in are Fudge, Pop-pop, and Malfoy; the spell was not powerful just enough to give a grand entrance.

In the corner before it vanished was a shoe, seems Potter is here with that cloak of his, maybe he will let me have a go at it.

I smiled, "Ahh, so what do we owe the honor of your presence Minister Fudge?" I eyed him, he was a sad little pawn in the greater game.

He gave me a stern look, "Good evening, Lady Black; the honor is all mine. We are here on sad business."

"My dear Miss Black, you're out after hours." pop was not thrilled, but he looked at me with his twinkling blue eyes conveying danger.

"I am very sorry Headmaster, but as Lady Black and this being a Ministry matter I do retain special privileges. Lord Malfoy, you are by far lucky I cannot stop Hagrid from being taken, but Fudge would be wise to hinder and allow him to be questioned by Shacklebot who has a better and uncondescending manner than you. Now, on to the real reason you came." I stood toe to toe with the older man. I have been trained from day one to act like this, to know my worth and my place in not only Pureblood society but also in the Grand Wizengamot, a higher faction than the Wizengamot who like us predate the Ministry of Magic itself.

Lucius Malfoy, sneering as he looked around the small cabin. "I simply called at the school and was told that the headmaster was here."

"And what exactly did you want with me, Lucius?" said Pop-pop. He spoke politely, but the fire was still blazing in his blue eyes.

"Dreadful thing, Dumbledore," said Malfoy lazily, taking out a long roll of parchment, "but the governors feel it's time for you to step aside. This is an Order of Suspension—you'll find all twelve signatures on it. I'm afraid we feel you're losing your touch. How many attacks have there been now? Two more this afternoon, wasn't it? At this rate, there'll be no Muggle-borns left at Hogwarts, and we all know what an awful loss that would be to the school."

"Oh, now, see here, Lucius," said Fudge, looking alarmed, "Dumbledore suspended—no, no— the last thing we want just now…"

"The appointment—or suspension—of the headmaster is a matter for the governors, Fudge," said Mr. Malfoy smoothly. "And as Dumbledore has failed to stop these attacks—"

"See here, Malfoy, if Dumbledore can't stop them." said Fudge, whose upper lip was sweating now, "I mean to say, who can?"

"That remains to be seen," said Mr. Malfoy with a nasty smile. "But as all twelve of us have voted—"

"If the governors want my removal, Lucius, I shall, of course, step aside—"

"But—" stuttered Fudge.

"No!" growled Hagrid.

Dumbledore had not taken his bright blue eyes off Lucius Malfoy's cold gray ones.

"However," said Dumbledore, speaking very slowly and clearly so that none of them could miss a word, "you will find that I will only truly have left this school when none here are loyal to me. You will also find that help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it." Avery and I watched as pop 's eyes flickered to the corner where I saw Potters shoe, maybe the cloak is not my thing after all.

I sighed, "Minister Fudge, I think on the best interest of the school my grandmother be left in charge in favor of a Governor being brought in, no doubt the esteemed Lord Malfoy would leap for the chance. Doubt this school would be looked at with the awe-inspiring manner it has over Headmaster Dumbledore's reign if you put a second rate acquitted Death Eater in charge. I as Lady Black will have each Governor questioned under Veritaserum, and order Lord Malfoy from them for forty-eight hours."

Malfoy lost his calm demeanor, "You will need a four Lords or Lady's to sign the parchment."

"No, I need a single one. What you seem to forget is, I am head of the Grand Wizengamot, my families name and I as Lady Black count as two votes and if I get Lady Longbottom to sign she also counts as two. History is important, Potter, myself, and Longbottom are the only ones who's vote count as two. Juju!" my tone sharp he liked the title well enough and the perks that came with it, but knowing the complicated history was essential.

Juju appeared at my side, "Mistress?" worried seeing the situation she popped into was a little worrying.

"Bring me Lady Augusta Longbottom at once, please." trying in all my anger to control my temper in front of the older men, if I acted foolishly and child like they would eat me alive.

Fudge pulled the parchment out, writing on it until he handed it over, it was placed with a spell. "My dearest," but Pop-pop was interrupted by Augusta Longbottom looking somewhat dishearten in her dressing gown, she pulled on her robe giving us all a stern look.

"Lady Black, I would know your elf anywhere. You will be in dire straits if you do not have a viable reason to have Juju drag me here." Neville is going to love hearing this.

I spoke, "Lady Longbottom, look around you. I feel you will be of great assistance to this meeting. Hermione was attacked and as you know in a frozen state, but we are working on it currently. I asked for your presence to sign a form in regard to Lord Malfoy. He has gotten the other twelve governors to sign the parchment for a suspension of the Headmaster. Now I feel this seems a little out of place and would require each governor be questioned under Veritaserum a little harsh but with it also adding in Lord Malfoy would be barred from corresponding in any way shape or form,"

"Right you are, where do I sign? Who will be left in charge? I would gather it be Minerva."

Fudge sighed, "It will be, Augusta."

Malfoy was bowing. "We shall all miss your—er—highly individual way of running things, Albus, and only hope that your successor will manage to prevent any—ah—'killin's. Lady Black till we meet again."

He strode to the cabin door, opened it and bowed Dumbledore out. Fudge, fiddling with his bowler, waited for Hagrid to go ahead of him, but Hagrid stood his ground, took a deep breath and said carefully/ "If anyone wanted to find out some stuff, all they'd have to do would be to follow the spiders. That'd lead 'em right! That's all I'm saying."

Fudge stared at him in amazement, in fact, so were Avery and I as Juju popped Augusta home.

"All right, I'm coming," said Hagrid, pulling on his moleskin overcoat. But as he was about to follow Fudge through the door, he stopped again and thundered, "An' someone needs to feed Fang while I'm away."

"We're in trouble now." Avery sighed when Potter and Weasley appeared in the very corner we knew they were hiding in.

I stated, "You follow the spiders and get back to me; I have work to do."