Chap. 57: At the ministry, Kreacher and Harry, cold revenge, Walburga, a surprise visit to Hogwarts, lunch, and a dazed and confused Flint.

Harry had just delivered three sets of books to the DMLE on propaganda, which he had purchased that morning in London, and then had made his way to his office to quickly look at everything in his inbox. When inside, he noticed an airplane, made of parchment, which was circling his desk, so he snatched it out of the air, where he unfolded it, and read it. It was from Mercy.

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H,

I sent MacGyver to M, and he will begin the recruits training in Defendu. Why you refuse to train them is beyond me; it's the same thing! Anyhow, Mac needed the gold, and he says, "thanks."

Mercy

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After reading the note, Harry snorted as he set the message on fire, and vanished the ashes before he stood to make his way to Number Twelve.

When Harry apparated to his old townhouse, he made his way inside and past Walburga's covered portrait, which he scowled at, and down to the cellar, where he entered the kitchen and started shrinking the table and chairs. Next, he placed them on the counter and pulled up the remaining chair to sit on.

"Kreacher!" Harry called out.

With a light pop, Kreacher appeared in front of Harry and bowed low before standing upright.

"What can old Kreacher bes getting for the Good Master this morning?"

"Kreacher, old friend," Harry inquired, "how would you like to get up to a bit of skullduggery today?"

Kreacher's expression changed to one of sadistic mischief at this, which surprised even Harry.

"Anything for the House of Black, Master Harry!"

"Kreacher, do you remember," Harry explained, "hearing me speak about how the young Flint heir molested your mistress?"

"Kreacher does," the old elf snarled and spat.

"Well, old friend," Harry replied with a huge and shark-toothed smile, "he'll be going back to Hogwarts, tomorrow, and we can't allow him to get away with his misdeeds, now, can we?"

"Of course not, Master!" Kreacher explained with an indignant look about him.

"Well, then," Harry said as he began to give the old elf his orders, "first, bring me a carafe of coffee and mug from the manor, and then, I want you to travel to the wizarding district of Manchester where Flint will probably be today. Now, you can do this without being seen, I take it?"

"Of course, Master Harry," Kreacher replied while looking indignant, again. "A good Elf isn't to bes seen nor heard, Master Harry."

"Good, good," Harry replied with an evil smirk. "When you find him, you are to ambush him, stun him, and bring him here to me. Can you do that, old friend?"

Kreacher gave Harry a quick nod, and disapparated, where he quickly reappeared with a carafe of coffee and a mug for Harry a few minutes later. Next, the old elf made his way to a drawer by the sink and pulled out a ten-inch butcher knife, which he held, and then looked up at Harry.

"Kreacher wills be being back as soon as possible with the filth, Master!" Here, Kreacher put the knife's blade into his mouth, which he clamped down on like a pirate with his teeth, and disapparated.

"What have I just unleashed on the wizarding world?" Harry wondered with a mutter before quickly removing a shrunken book from his jacket pocket, which he unshrunk, and made himself ready to study two spells.

Here, Harry poured himself a cuppa and began to read, while practicing the wand movements. It might be considered dark magic, but so be it.

Harry had now poured himself a third cuppa when he glanced at his watch while wondering about Kreacher, and about what was taking the old elf so long. However, he was shocked out of his thoughts, though, when he heard a loud pop, where Kreacher appeared holding onto a stunned, and gagged, Marcus Flint.

"I was becoming worried, old friend," Harry said as he stood, and withdrew his wand.

Kreacher seemed to be stunned for a moment when it hit the old elf that his master was worried about his welfare, which caused the old elf to look at the floor, and swallow down the lump in his throat.

"Poor old Kreacher had to be sly, Master, and hide so that the other wizards didn't sees him scarper off with the filth."

Here, Kreacher stood by Flint, and he was holding the butcher knife like he was ready to slit the wizard's throat if he as much as moved.

"I'll be quick, Kreacher, but first, let me stun him again so he won't wake while he's here."

Harry pointed his Mayhaw wand at Flint, where a large, red, stunner hit Flint in the chest, which caused the wizard to jerk.

Next, Harry walked close to Flint and aimed his wand at Flint's groin, where he muttered "Libido Occidero" under his breath, while giving his wand a bit of a counterclockwise twist, where a sickly yellow curse struck the young wizard in the groin.

Here, Kreacher looked up at Harry with utter adoration over his master using that spell, which meant that the old elf must have encountered the use of it before.

Next, Harry knelt by Flint's head, where he placed the tip of his wand between Flint's eyes, and just at the bridge of his nose. Here, Harry started to incant, "Invenies Femina Invenustus," where, with each word, Harry changed the position of the point of his wand on Flint's forehead in a counterclockwise and upside-down triangular pattern, which was the symbol of a female. The area glowed after that with a sickly pink color before it faded away. Next, Harry pointed his wand at the side of Flint's head, and said "Obliviate!"

"Ha - ha - ha - ha - ha!" Kreacher roared in a laugh with his bullfrog voice, before he gave an evil smirk at Harry.

"Master Harry truly bes the head of House Black! You did well, Master, where the Good Mistress' virtue nows bes avenged!"

Here, Harry stood and scowled at Flint before he walked away from him and retook his seat. Flint would not be groping other witches in the future.

Next, Harry gave his wand a flick, and the gag in Flint's mouth was expelled, where it landed on the floor, which he vanished. Harry noticed that Kreacher had used an extra-large wad of paper off a bog roll.

"Take that filth back to where you found him, old friend, and dump him there. Next, come back here, and we'll see if we can't coax Walburga into letting her portrait loose from the wall, where I'm going to take her to Hogwarts so that she can be hung in a more dignified place."

"Master bes too kind," Kreacher said with a choked-up and teary voice as he grabbed Flint by the collar, and disapparated.

Once Kreacher was gone, Harry snorted, as his last sentence could be construed in another manner, where Harry literally meant her being hanged by the neck, and with a short rope at that.

Here, Harry paused in wonder. "By Merlin, I'm becoming more Slytherin every day!"

Harry, later, found himself standing in the entrance hall beside Kreacher, while staring at the curtained-off portrait of Walburga Black.

"Pull the curtains open, old friend," Harry said as he braced himself for the insults that he knew would surely come.

Kreacher did as he was told, and just as Harry thought, the old witch started screaming at the top of her lungs, with rolling eyes and all.

"Filth, Mudbloods, Half-Bloods, the scourge of Britain, be gone from my house!"

"MISTRESS!" Kreacher bellowed in his bullfrog voice, which surprised Harry. "Please, allow old Kreacher to explain!

"Master Harry is the true Master of our House, Mistress!

When Walburga sneered and looked as if she would start another piercing rant, Kreacher cut her off.

"Master bes revenging House Black for poor Master Regulus' death, Mistress, and he finished the work that poor Master Regulus had set out to do, which poor old Kreacher could not finish, though he tried his best, Mistress." Here, Kreacher wiped a tear away but soldiered on. "Plus, the Good Master bes married now like a proper Pureblood wizard an' hes being proudly sitting our seat at the ministry. Hes even revenged the house's Mistress, just now, against a piece of filth that had violated her virtue at Hogwarts, Mistress! Master dones it just like poor old Master Orion and Arcturus would have dones, Mistress, so please, bes listening to the Good Master, Mistress, please!"

Walburga shut up at that and stared at Harry, who gave her a slight bow.

"Now, Walburga," Harry drawled in an arrogant and pureblood tone much like Sirius could use, "I wanted to see how you were getting on, here, all by yourself, since all the other portraits have been moved elsewhere. This house is no longer befitting someone of the name of Black."

Here, Walburga wailed out. "It's horrible, what with nobody to talk to, especially with Orion's portrait gone!" Next, the old witch took out a very fancy kerchief and blew her nose, loudly.

"Well," Harry replied, "I have an offer for you that you might like."

Here, Walburga's head snapped up, and she gave Harry an untrusting glare.

"What if I placed you and Orion in the Slytherin Common Room," Harry explained, "where you both could visit each other all the time, and with everyone within the portraits of the castle at that? However, if I do this for you, I would ask that you do me, and the House of Black, a small favor."

"What would that be?" Walburga suspiciously inquired.

"I want you to watch over the students' health and safety within the common room, and guard the witches' dorms to make sure that no wizard enters them to take advantage of them, or bespoil their virtue. You would report that, first, to their head of house, then, the headmaster, and then, to me as well, since my wife and her sister are still in school."

"Who did you marry?" Walburga said with a huff as she crossed her arms under her chest.

"Lady Potter and Black is Daphne Greengrass, the daughter of Cyrus and Helen Greengrass, madam," Harry replied, "and she is now the proud mistress of this house."

Here, Walburga, who was now surprised, since the Greengrasses were from the Sacred 28, looked down at Harry's hands, where she not only noticed his wedding band but the Lord's ring for the House of Black, which meant that he really was the head of her house, now."

"Humph," Walburga haughtily grunted out, "I see that my worthless son chose well for his heir, then, even though you are very distantly related to the Blacks. However, I will allow it, as I miss seeing my Orion."

"Great," Harry said with a smile, "so, how do we get you down, since you're permanently stuck to the wall?"

Here, Walburga closed her eyes, and the portrait released itself from the wall, where it pitched itself violently to the right on its cord, quickly hanging lopsided, which had almost thrown the old witch out of her chair, with a shriek. Harry almost chortled out loud at this, but he caught himself and choked his laughter down.

"There, there, mistress," Kreacher crooned as he straightened the portrait, and lifted it from the wall. "We'll bes taking you there just after we collect poor Master Orion."

"Please do, Kreacher," Walburga said before Harry took Kreacher by the shoulder, where he turned on his heel and apparated them away.

"Arry?" Hagrid said after making his way to the gates, "I didn' 'spect seeing you here today, an' who's tha' beein' with ya and wha's under ta sacks?"

"This is Kreacher, my old friend, and the Black's loyal House Elf, Hagrid," Harry explained as Hagrid unlocked the gates. "As to what's under the sacks, it's two portraits looking for a new home."

"Really?" Hagrid remarked as Harry and Kreacher made their way beside the half-giant.

"Yup," Harry said, "and I need to speak with the headmaster to be seeing about where to put them."

"Course, course," Hagrid said. "If'n ya don' mind, 'Arry, I was headin' there meself, so I'll jus' be goin' up wi'h ya, then."

"That'll be fine," said Harry as the three started making their way along the grounds to the front entrance.

Along the way, Hagrid started asking about Kreacher, where the old elf began extolling all of Harry's good deeds and virtues for the House of Black, which made Harry smirk, though the old elf kept everything of import hidden, especially about what had happened to Flint.

When they arrived at the Headmaster's Office, Hagrid gave the password where the three made their way up the spiral stairs. At the top, Hagrid gave a loud knock, and it wasn't a second later that the door was opened.

"Come in, gentlemen," Dumbledore said. "Harry, I didn't expect to see you today."

"Well," Harry said with a smirk as he sat down, "it was a spur-of-the-minute thing, you see."

Next, Harry conjured a small chair beside him and patted the seat.

Kreacher looked up at Harry with star-struck eyes at this, and his lower lip trembled.

"Master Harry always bein' too kind to poor old Kreacher," Kreacher said as he took his seat.

Both Dumbledore and Hagrid looked at Harry proudly over that.

"What did you need, Hagrid?" Dumbledore inquired.

"I need ta be goin' to Knockturn Alley, Headmaster," Hagrid explained, "an buying some fertilizer fer Madam Sprou', ya see."

"Oh, well, yes," Dumbledore replied, "you may go, and just tell them to send the bill to me."

"Righ', sir," Hagrid said as he stuck out his chest, "I'll be tryin' ta be back 'fore supper.

"Take care of yerself, 'Arrry," Hagrid said, who then patted Harry on the shoulder before he left the office.

"Now, Harry, what do you and Kreacher have for me?"

"The portraits of Walburga and Orion Black, Headmaster," Harry explained, which caused the ailing headmaster's eyebrows to shoot up to his hairline.

"Really?"

"Yes," Harry replied, "and they have both agreed to guard the Slytherin Common Room, where, if any trouble should arise, they will report it directly to Horace, and then, to you."

"This wouldn't have anything to do with Marcus restarting school tomorrow, now, would it?"

There was a scoff, and then a snigger rang out from behind Harry, causing he and Kreacher to turn in their seats.

"Well, of course, it is, Dumbledore," Phineas Nigellus Black retorted, "what did you take the head of my house for, an utter simpleton? I was the one to suggest it!"

Here, Dumbledore sighed. "If this will make you rest easier, Harry, then I will allow it. Come, then, and let's find Horace, where we'll make our way to the Slytherin Common Room. We should just have enough time to catch the students arriving before lunch."

Harry and Kreacher followed the old headmaster out of his office, where they took several shortcuts while making their way to Horace's classroom. There, Albus knocked, and waited until they heard the Potion's Professor say, "You may enter."

When the Headmaster, Harry, and Kreacher stepped into the potion's classroom, Horace looked stunned, as well as the students, who happened to be the Gryffindor and Slytherin students from Harry's year.

"Oh, ho," Slughorn finally said, "and to what do I owe this honor?"

"Hello, Professor," Harry said with a nod, as Dumbledore made his way to Horace, where he cast a privacy charm.

Harry noticed his wife, who looked to be ready to leap from her desk, and then Hermione, who was studying he and Kreacher, along with what he was carrying.

"Mate?" Ron said.

"I'll tell you all at lunch, as it looks as if I'll be staying."

Daphne cheered up at this just as Kreacher give her a low bow, and then a huge smile of pointy teeth after the old elf stood. Here, Daphne paused and wondered what that smile was about, which was when the privacy charm was dropped.

"Of course, of course, Albus," Horace said as he slapped his hands together while looking out at the students.

"We'll be ending today's lesson just a little early since you've already completed your potions for the day, which have already been graded, so clean up your stations.

"Slytherins, you'll follow me, the Headmaster, Lord Potter and Black, and his elf to your common room before you head to lunch."

This, of course, stunned all the Slytherins, though Pansy scowled at the inconvenience of it all. Daphne, though, was left wondering what her husband was up to.

Here, Hermione suddenly noticed the shape and size of the covered packages that Harry was holding, and gasped, causing Ron to look around at her, where she began to quickly whisper something in his ear. At this, he whispered something to Neville, who was sitting beside him at the end of the table next to the aisle.

Finally, everyone stood and collected their bags, where they began making their way out of the classroom.

All the Slytherins had followed their head of house to the Slytherin Common Room, though Daphne walked beside Harry, and so did Astoria, who they had met on their way. Tracey was with them as well.

Here, Horace walked up to the blank section of wall in the dungeons, where he whispered the password, which caused the portal to open, where everyone followed him inside, which caused everyone inside to stand, who had been sitting when they arrived.

"Everyone," Horace loudly announced, "Lord and Lady Potter and Black have made a very generous donation to our house, and to this school. Now, Harry, if you would, let's unveil the surprise for everyone here."

Here, Harry and Kreacher uncovered the two portraits, which they proceeded to stick to the wall, and which just happened to be beside the entrances to the wizards' and witches' dorms.

"Orion," Both Horace and Albus spoke with a nod, where Orion nodded back. Next, the two made their way over to Walburga.

"Lady Walburga," Horace said with a slight bow, "it's good to see you again."

"Yes, yes," Walburga snootily said as she motioned with her hand at the rotund man. "Stand up, Horace, as I dare say that you're too overweight to be making those gestures at your age."

Horace stood upright at this, and was embarrassed, which Harry and Daphne caught, where they had to hold back their sniggers.

"You, girl," Walburga said, who looked to be pointing at Pansy, "stand up straight, don't slouch, and square your shoulders like a proper pureblood witch!"

Harry, Daphne, Astoria, and Tracey had to hang their heads at this, where they sported huge grins over Pansy's scolding. Next, they heard Albus clear his throat.

"Yes, uh, students, gather around if you would, please," the headmaster said, which caused the entire lot of Slytherins to circle around their head of house and the old headmaster.

"Allow me to introduce you to Orion and Walburga Black, who were the parents of both Regulus and Sirius Black, and the head of the Black family. Most all of them were from this very house, and they were great benefactors to this school. Both wished to be placed here so that they would have access to Hogwarts' portraits in order to socialize more, so, please, pay them your respect."

At this, many said their hellos and gave a bow, though Pansy was scowling at Walburga, who was scowling right back.

"Now that we've finished our introductions," the old headmaster declared, "I think it's time to break our fast and have our lunch, so, chop-chop!"

Here, many of the students started to flood out of the common room, though Daphne, Tracey, and Astoria placed their bags on the table behind the sofa, which set in front of the large fireplace, while Harry was staring out the windows at the Black Loch. Here, he was brought out of his musing when Daphne latched onto his right arm.

"There's some explaining that you need to be doing, mister," Daphne hissed as they started making their way out of the common room, with a sniggering Astoria and Tracey in tow.

Here, however, Harry merely stopped to address Kreacher.

"Kreacher, old friend, please feel free to stay and visit, or you can head on home if you wish."

"Thank you, Master Harry! You's always bes so kind to poor old Kreacher."

Harry patted the old elf on his skinny shoulder before he led Daphne out of the dungeons, who was still glaring daggers at her husband and was waiting for an explanation.

When the four made it to the great hall, Daphne had still not obtained her explanation, so she dragged Harry over to the Slytherin table with a huff, where all of them took their seats.

"Now, speak," Daphne said, making both Astoria and Tracey chortle out loud.

"In just a minute," Harry replied as Neville took a seat beside Tracey, and Little Harry sat down beside Astoria. Next, Harry's Mayhaw wand shot into his hand, where he cast a privacy ward that encircled them all. "Now, what would you like to know, dear?"

"You did not discuss bringing those two portraits here with me, dear husband," Daphne said with a huff. Little Harry and Neville stared at the table over that.

"Well, you see, it was over Flint," Harry explained, "as both Walburga and Orion agreed to keep an eye on the Slytherin Common Room in order to make sure that no wizard harassed any witch within their vicinity. They will also report any wizard that tries to enter the hall for the witches' dorms to Horace, and the headmaster as well."

"I see," Daphne scowled, "and...?"

Here, Harry cleared his throat. "Well, dear, I don't believe that any of you will have to worry about Flint after today, and not after, er, the little meeting that Kreacher and I had with him."

"Meeting?" Daphne loudly replied.

"Er, well," Harry said after he noticed everybody now staring at him, "I sort of, uh, placed a couple of curses on Flint, where he can no longer get it up, and he will now find witches repulsive; sexually that is, to be honest."

"HARRY!" Daphne scolded.

"Mate," Neville asked, "what if he talks?"

"He won't," Harry said, "since I obliviated the bloody tosser before I had Kreacher dump him back at where he captured him at."

"Captured as in kidnapped," Little Harry said with a snort, but then, chortled.

"HARRY!" Daphne screeched while not believing what Harry was saying.

"I told you Daph," Astoria said with a sniff, "that my brother would make him pay."

"He'll rue the day that he ever laid a hand on you, Daph," Harry said in a cold tone. "I wasn't going to stand for it."

Daphne turned Harry's head around by holding his chin, where she stared into his eyes, and he let her. There, she felt the emotions of the deep love that he held for her, and the pure hatred that he had toward anyone who would ever dare to harm her, plus, he allowed her to see the memory of what he had done.

"Oh, Harry, what will I do with you?" Daphne finally said before she hugged him close to her before giving him a chaste kiss.

When she let him go, Harry turned back towards everyone sitting at the table and smirked. "Now, who's hungry?"

Marcus Flint woke up and found that he was lying on his side in a narrow alley, which smelled of piss and led to a bookie joint that he frequented.

"What the hell," Flint mumbled as he sat up and looked around. First, he noticed that it was late, probably six o'clock, and next, he noticed that someone had thrown some coins onto the ground at his feet as if he was a common tramp.

When he stood, his head swam, and he could not remember how he got there, nor, what had happened. Finally, he scowled and staggered as he made his way to the apparation area to go home. He had school tomorrow, and he needed to sleep this off.

A/N: The curses:

Libido Occidero = Kill libido.

Invenies Femina Invenustus = He will find witches unattractive.

Harry, essentially, had castrated Flint, and it was permanent. Thanks for the reviews!

PS: To answer a reviewer who replied to another reviewer:

First reviewer: "what's with all the drinking?! he's freaking 16!"

Second Reviewer: "It's England, we start drinking way before 16 lmao"

Spot on, and well said. I have a lot of friends in Britain, and knew about that!