(AN: I don't own the Potterverse. All rights belong to Mrs Joanne K Rowling. I make no money from this, and I'm certainly not a Red-haired British author born July 31st 1965.)
"Speech"
"Foreign Language"
"Translation of a foreign Language"
'Thoughts'
Spells and Incantations
"Prophecy"
'Non-Verbal Magic'
§Parseltongue§
§Parselmagic§
Narrator
*Sound Effect*
Written words (Letters, Books, etc.)
(AN2: From now on when I use Green, Violet, Black or Blue as names it means it's Harry, Hermione, Helena or Marco (in that order) when they're trying to be incognito in a battle.)
Chapter 11:
Previously on Bound Through Time: After the hubbub around Ronald had calmed down Blaise Zabini was sorted into Slytherin. As Dumbledore stood up to make a speech I saw Marco tap something. Two seconds later the doors of the great hall banged open. Four cloaked figures entered the hall. A forest green cloak, a blue cloak, a black cloak, and a violet cloak. "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore!"
Harry POV Sunday, September 1st 1991 9:04 PM, Hogwarts Great Hall, Scotland, UK
I saw Green cast a Depulso, followed by Incarcerous at Dumbledore. Meanwhile Blue cast an Incarcerous at Quirrell.
Blue, Black and Violet formed a circle around Quirrell.
Akoú i vasileía sou máthitai. Egó oknoíin án eis tín avlín kaí periióntes aftoú diatrīpsomen. Black started casting. She kept repeating it.
Accio Turban! Violet cast.
O mén oún Chairéas oíkade metá toú trávmatos mólis apíei. Blue cast at Quirrell, it slowly started drawing black smoak from the back of Quirrell's head.
While that was going on I cast a Sonorus on myself, and another one on Dumbledore.
"So, Dumbledore. Care to explain to me why I had to come all the way to Scotland to remove a malignant possession from your DADA professor?" I saw green ask.
"I didn't know. I had no way of knowing." Dumbledore said, quickly gathering himself.
Green practically snarled. "You didn't? Well that's odd. Because I heard the wards calling for help. And until five minutes ago I was in London! Hear me, and hear me well Albus Dumbledore. This is your final chance, if I hear anything else about possessed people, or anything that wouldn't commonly be found in any other school. You will be fired faster than you can say for the Greater Good!"
"Who are you! Why are you doing this to me? Release me at once! I am Lord Voldemort! Release me or I will make you suffer!" the smokey spirit started shouting
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Put a sock in it." Blue said.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort I hereby banish thee from this location. Aftourí theós eimi. Tón pimonón málista lȳpoúsʼ aí fanósʼ afthaíretoi! Agapó se!" Violet incanted, causing the bubble with the Dark Lord inside to be thrown out the window.
Reparo, she cast.
"Thank you for your time. If there is a problem, we'll know."
Then the four of them left the hall again.
It was quiet. No-one noticed a water beetle on the wall racing towards the nearest open window, intent on having what she'd just seen on the front pages of tomorrow's Daily Prophet. Initially she'd been here to see the Boy-Who-Lived's sorting, but this was so much better. Actual evidence that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was still alive. And some gossip on the heroes who'd protected Hogwarts from his evil and nefarious presence.
(-oIOIo-)
Harry POV
Sunday, September 1st 1991 9:09 PM, Hogwarts Entrance Hall, Scotland, UK
"That. Was. Awesome." Marco said as he closed the doors of the great hall.
"Hell yeah!" Helena said.
"So, shall we go dismantle the traps and grab the fake philosoper's stone Flamel gave Dumbledore?" I asked.
We'd discussed it and Marco explained that Flamel's mother had been a Ménise, and thus Flamel was family. He'd explained how Flamel had probably given a fake stone to Dumbledore. But he was curious about the defences, and he wanted to check that it was actually a fake, and if not that at least it was well defended.
"It's as good a time as any, we can have the wards tell Dumbledore we've left the castle. That should give us an hour or two to get past the traps."
A few minutes later they arrived on the third floor. Hermione and I were surprised when Marco pulled a violin box out of some- nowhere around his belt. He pulled his violin from the box and started playing a beautiful song.
"Open the door." He muttered.
Fluffy was there, eyes drooping. Hermione and I used Wingardium Leviosa to move him from the trapdoor and open it.
"I'll go last." Marco said.
"Ladies first." I said with a smirk.
"Hell yeah. Don't want you peeping up my skirt." Helena said causing Hermione to nod, and me to blush.
"You're adorable." Helena said, before jumping in the hole, followed shortly by Hermione after Helena shouted "Clear!"
After Hermione shouted "Clear!" I jumped too. It took ten seconds to get down.
"Clear!" I shouted.
Marco arrived down fifteen seconds later. Without a violin.
"Where'd your violin go?" Hermione asked, confused.
"I have my ways." He said mysteriously.
Lumos Maxima. Helena suddenly cast.
"Whooow, calm down there. I'd like to still have my eyesight by the end of the night." Marco said.
"I agree with blondiiiiiiiiiie." I said, suddenly falling through the devil's snare.
I luckily managed to cast Arresto Momentum just in time.
Hermione and Helena followed shortly after. Then a great wind rose and Marco slowly lowered to the ground.
"That's, odd." I said
"What is?" Helena asked.
"He just fell in slow motion!" Hermione exclaimed.
Marco raised a single eyebrow. "I'm an elemental with an affinity for air."
"Oh shut up." I said, a little jealous.
I opened the door into the next room and walked towards the brooms.
"Wait." Hermione said. "How likely is it that they cast anti-summoning charms?"
"Very likely?" I said, sounding unconvinced, even to myself.
Accio Correct Key Hermione said.
Suddenly all of the keys flew towards her, except one.
"Okay, that's cool." I said.
Hermione quickly release the spell when the keys started colliding with her.
"I have a plan." I said.
"Hermione, cast that charm again. Marco, Helena cast a shield around Hermione. I'll grab the real key." I explained my in my opinion, brilliant plan.
"Good idea." Hermione said, as Marco and Helena stood on either side of her and cast protego's.
Accio Correct Key. Again, a wave of keys flew towards Hermione.
I flew up on the broom I'd grabbed and took the key, then I dove back down and shouted "Got it!"
Then I shoved the door in the lock and opened it up.
"Ooooh, chess. Yay!" Helena squealed as she walked in the room.
"You like chess?" Hermione asked.
"And she's bloody good at it too. I'm ok at it, but you two should also learn it." Marco bragged about his best friend.
Helena blushed. "Stop it, I'm not that good. I'm not that good."
"I nominate Helena to play!" I declared said.
"Seconded." Both Marco and Hermione exclaimed.
"You've been drafted." I said in a serious voice.
"Yay? Harry, you're the king. Hermione you're the queen." At this she waggled her eyebrows. "I'll be the queen's bishop, and Marco the king's knight."
We moved to our assigned positions, and a white pawn stepped forward.
"Well, you know the saying. White begins, Black wins." Marco said.
It took her twenty minutes to win, and no-one was injured.
"Wow, you're good." Hermione said.
"We should repair the chess pieces once we've crossed the board. Remove the traces of our presence." I said.
"I think the lack of a powerful magical artefact at the end of the hallway will be a clue to our presence too." Helena snarked.
Marco was about to open the door when Hermione exclaimed "Wait!"
"There's a troll back there! We need a plan to get past it without injuring or killing it." Hermione explained.
"Disillusionment and silencing charms on our feet?" I suggested.
"I'd also do scent masking charms." Helena said.
"Good idea. Can you cast those?" I asked.
"I've never actually done the scent masking charms." Marco said, causing Helena to nod.
"We can do it for you." Hermione said.
We cast the charms and Marco sniffed his armpit. "Awww, my deodorant." Causing Helena to whack the back of his head.
Then we cast the disillusionment charms, and the silencing charms on our shoes.
"Wait before you open the door." Marco suddenly said.
"I've silenced the hinges and the lock. I don't want to take any risks, and I'll do the same on the other side. So I'll go first." He explained after muttering a few incantations in the direction of the door.
Then something odd happened, the door opened silently. Four near invisible people walked through and Helena closed the door behind her.
We entered the room, and instantly regretted it, it smelled awful. Luckily the troll was sleeping.
Suddenly the door at the other side opened and we all walked through it. When the door shut I heard a series of finite's.
"Next time we're casting bubblehead charms too." Hermione said. "That was awful."
When Helena walked forward the flames popped out.
"We need to take the potion." I explained.
"Hmmm, not necessarily." Marco said. "I'll cast a flame freezing charm and test it."
"Isn't that dangerous?" Hermione asked.
"Nah, I'm more immune to fire and heat because I'm an elemental. I wouldn't want to be burnt at the stake or thrown into a volcano. But I'm rather immune." Marco explained with a shrug.
Flamma Frigidare. He cast, then he put his hand in the fire, and promptly screamed in pain. He pulled back with his hand on fire.
"Marco!" Helena shouted. Which promptly caused the fire to be extinguished and Marco and Helena to burst out laughing.
"Wait, you're alright?" Hermione asked.
"Perfectly fine." He answered with a smirk. "Good idea to run over all concerned." He then told Helena.
"You two should've seen your faces." Helena said, promptly causing her and Marco to start laughing again.
"Wait, you knew?" Hermione asked, annoyed.
"Marco lowered his occlumency barriers for a second and showed me what he was going to do so I decided to go along with it."
"Ok, so Marco is perfectly fine. Even if he's a prick." I said, "Come, Hermione. Let's leave the brats here."
Flamma Frigidare she cast. "One step ahead of you." Then she led me through the flames.
We were quickly followed by Helena and Marco, when we entered the room Helena whistled.
"Damn, this looks awesome." She said.
In the middle of the room a blood red stone was placed on a pedestal with a shimmering golden barrier around it.
"That's the one, the fake philosopher's stone." Harry said.
Marco approached it and closed his eyes. He took a few deep breaths and opened his eyes again, then he immediately looked away. "That's definitely the real deal. Either that or someone has revolutionized energy storage."
Specialis Revelio. He cast, he looked at the ward for a few seconds, then he growled.
"Erm, you ok?" Hermione asked
"No! This is a shitty intent based ward!" Marco exclaimed, angry.
"Yeah, it won't allow anyone to grab the stone unless they only want to protect it and or have no intention to use it for themselves." I said, a little confused.
"That's shitty security!" Marco shouted.
"How so?" I asked.
"It allows Lucius Malfoy to send his House elf here and nab it. Or You-Know-Who can just get one of his fanatic followers to grab it for him. If he wanted to use it, some one like Bellatrix Lestrange wouldn't even consider using it unless it was to help her master. That's it, we're taking the stone." Marco said.
"Call him Voldemort. Fear of the name only increases fear of the thing itself." Hermione said in a bossy tone.
"Oh yes, that'll make you popular. Throw around the name of the person who killed thousands of people. A name that was literally cursed to alert him when someone spoke it. You-Know-Who is literally the hellspawn of Hitler and the Eastern European Bear myths!" Marco ranted.
"The Bear?" I asked, that completely confused me.
"Many eastern European cultures held the belief that when one said the real, name of the bear it would summon one to them." Marco explained. "But that's besides the point. The point is, throwing his name around isn't a good idea. There is a good and genuine reason for people to fear it, even now, ten years after he was disembodied. Imagine if the Gestapo had the ability to know every time you spoke, badly about Hitler's regime."
"Dumbledore says it." Hermione pointed out.
"Dumbledore spent the majority of the war, if not the entire war either in Hogwarts, Gringotts, or the Ministry of Magic, three of the most secure public places in the country. Especially back then." Helena said.
"I understand Marco and Helena's point of view. However, whether or not I understand their point of view, we're currently somewhere we're not supposed to be, at a time when we're also supposed to be sitting in the Great Hall. So if we could move on and get that sparkly stone that'd be appreciated." I said in a no-nonsense tone of voice.
"Good idea. Could someone grab the stone please? I have a place we can keep it that can dampen it's magical aura." Marco asked.
"Why can't you grab it?" Hermione asked, still annoyed about earlier.
"Know thy self. If I got my hands on that stone I'd want to study it to figure out how it works. However I won't because that'd be impolite. But that doesn't change the fact that that ward would catapult me across the room if I grabbed the stone." The tall blonde explained nonplussed.
"I'll do it." I sighed, then I stuck out my hand.
"WAIT!" Marco suddenly shouted. Then he tossed me a dragonhide glove. "Just in case, I don't know what that thing will do if it comes in contact with your skin."
"Good idea." I said, then I put the glove on, and stuck my hand into the barrier, I grabbed the stone, and carefully put it in the lead box Marco stuck out. Then I grabbed the rather convincing fake Marco had had made a few days ago and I put it on the pedestal. It looked the same, but without the magical signature.
He carefully shut the box and then I called four Hogwarts Elves.
"Pop us to the entrance of the Come and Go room." I ordered them.
"Yes Master Lord Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Slytherin." One of them said as the other three nodded, then they each grabbed one of us and popped us over.
"Thank you. An order for all house elves, all Hogwarts house elves are forbidden from communicating to any other sentient, aware or living being directly or indirectly of our presence here today." I said, pretty sure that covered most loopholes.
Then I walked back and forth in front of the Room of Requirement three times. When the door appeared we entered a sitting room with a beautiful view over the black lake.
"Wow. That's very cool." Helena said.
"If you'll excuse me, I need to make a phone call. I'll be reporting my findings and suspicions here today." Marco said as he grabbed a very large phone.
He dialled a number and started talking almost immediately.
"Hic est Marcus Georgius Menise, Codicem viridem et caeruleum suspecto. Victima sunt Nicolaus et Perenelle Flamel. Suspectus est Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."
"This is Marco Giorgio Ménise, I suspect a code green and a code blue. The victims are Nicolas and Perenelle Flamel. The suspect is Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."
He appeared to be listening for a few moments before he said something else.
"Ego et tres socii in Hogwarts lapidem philosophi Flamel invenerunt. Credo illud verum esse."
"I and three allies found Flamel's Philosopher's Stone at Hogwarts. I believe it to be the real one."
He again listened for a few moments.
"Hora fere, forte duas." He said, after seemingly thinking for a few moments.
"An hour, maybe two."
"Certum est. Factum erit."
"Of course. It'll be done."
Then he hung up the phone and called Thomas.
"Thomas, please get me a quill, ink and parchment, as well as my signate ring and some wax. The ones for official reports. Oh, and the MFR!" He ordered.
The house elf popped away, and popped back a moment later. With the requested items.
"Can I get a table and chair, please." He said, then Marco blinked as they appeared in front of him.
"That was fast." Marco told Thomas.
"Meester Marco, dat was ik niet." Causing Marco, Thomas and Helena to look at the table, dumbstruck.
"Master Marco, that wasn't me."
I burst out laughing, and Hermione did the same a few seconds later.
"It's the room." I explained after I'd calmed down a little.
"Oh, that makes sense. Thomas, make sure no-one can find this room." Marco ordered.
"So, why'd you need to write a report?" I asked, curious.
"It's a compact explanation as to how on earth one of the most valuable and most powerful magical artefacts on earth ended up in the basement of a Scottish school, of all places."
"Is that a common thing to do?" Hermione asked, curious.
"For life-threatening or injury causing events, crimes against our family, or events that might be of interest to the council."
"Mate, no offence. But you have one weird family." I said, with a smirk on my face.
"What's the council?" Hermione asked.
"The Ménise equivalent of the Wizengamot, and also a council of elders." Helena explained as Marco was scribbling away at his parchment.
"Ok, why does a family have a governing body?" Hermione asked uncertainly.
"What? Oh, muggleborn and raised. Right. Erm, The Ménise family isn't just a family, they're also a sovereign nation." Helena explained.
"We're basically like the human version of Gringotts. We're a sovereign nation with a bank, which has branches in a ton of countries, and provides many services." Marco explained, causing me to blush slightly. "No, not that kind of services, Harry. Get your mind out of the gutter. That is not a service a bank provides." Marco said with a smirk.
Helena started giggling when Harry blushed even harder, and when she saw Hermione look confused the Legilimens whispered something in her ear. Causing Hermione to start giggling too.
"What's that?" I said, pointing towards the big book Thomas had brought Marco, trying to change the subject.
"Nice try. That's the MFR, the Ménise Familial Register. It's a special book that tied to the Ménise registry, it has the names and interesting information on all Ménise family members." Marco explained, continuing to write his report.
Then he frowned, muttered something, and tapped his wand on the crest on the front of the register.
"Sounds very useful." Hermione said.
"It is." Marco muttered back. "There we are." Then he rolled up the parchment, and sealed it with his signate ring.
"Do you have your own crest? Does every Ménise have their own crest?" Hermione asked, curiously.
"Nah, well, yes. For most letters we just use the Ménise family crest. But for internal family mail we use a modified version with our personal identification codes." Marco explained.
"Thomas, please bring the box and this letter to the CSO Johannes." Marco ordered as he handed the box and the letter to his elf.
The elf promptly popped away.
"How come Thomas can understand you when you speak English? Wouldn't you speak Dutch or French with him?" Hermione asked, curiously.
"I'm pretty sure it's part of the house elf magic, but House Elves can understand their master no matter what language they're addressed in." Marco said.
"So, are you going to claim the wards and talk to the Genius Loci of this place?" Helena asked.
"Right!" I exclaimed.
I thought for a moment about what I'd read in the Gryffindor family grimoire. "I Harold James Potter, Lord Gryffindor, Lord Hufflepuff, Lord Slytherin call forth the spirit of Hogwarts. Speak to me, o noble castle."
"Greetings, my lord." A voice suddenly said from behind me, I startled and turned around whipping my wand out.
There was a woman standing behind me, she had black hair, and intelligent blue eyes, she was rather beautiful in a long blue dress.
"You're a woman?" I asked.
"You're Rowena Ravenclaw?" Hermione asked simultaneously.
"No, to both. Milord, milady. I am the sentience of a castle, I have no gender. I have merely chosen to present myself to you whilst looking like Lady Ravenclaw because this was her secret room. I could look like anyone that has ever passed through this castle." Then suddenly she changed, she looked like the other founders, then like James Potter, then like Helena's mum, then like Marco's mum.
"Cool." Marco muttered.
"Thank you." Hogwarts said.
"So, should I just address you as Hogwarts, or do you have a name you'd enjoy being addressed by?" Hermione asked, politely.
"You may address me however you desire, milady." Hogwarts said, still in a neutral tone.
"Hogwarts it is!" I declared cheerfully. "Ok, we won't take over the wards yet. But, there's a couple of things. On the third floor there's a cerberus hidden, I want you to make sure that the door it's hidden behind can only be opened by a member of staff, or one of the people in this room."
"I have a better idea." Marco suddenly interrupted. "You know how Dumbledore announced that no-one is allowed to go there unless they wish to die a most painful death? We should use that to mess with him."
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked as Helena's eyes widened and she started giggling.
"What he means is that Dumbledore said as long as you want to die painfully you're allowed to go there." Helena said, still giggling a bit.
"But- but- that's not what Dumbledore meant!" Hermione spluttered.
"Hermione, Dumbledore's been a politician since the end of the last century. For over nine decades he's been a politician, he's the head of the Wizengamot and the Chief Warlock of the ICW. You don't get there by not being able to speak." I said.
"He's right. Any halfway decent politician doesn't sneeze without considering the potential effects on his career." Marco added.
"Ok, Hogwarts. Cancel that order. I want anyone to be able to enter that third floor corridor area, but if they do I want them to be monitored, and if they're in danger they're to be popped twenty meters from the door by a house-elf."
"Anyone know a good password to open something?"
"Aperta?" Marco said, a little confused. "It's latin for open."
"Works." I said. "No matter who or what locked the door, if someone currently in this room casts Aperta at a door it is to open immediately. If someone currently in this room locks a door it can only be opened by another currently in this room." I hummed in thought for a moment.
"Something to hide where we are, maybe?" Helena suggested.
"Good idea!" I exclaimed. "If one of the four of us says Hogwarts, undetectable, any house-elf, painting, ghost or detection charm is to indicate that we're in our room in Ravenclaw tower."
"You know what would be good? If we had some kind of map or something of Hogwarts." Helena said.
"We should get the Marauder's Map back." Hermione said, looking up from her book.
"That's a good ide- where'd you get that?" I asked, confused as to where her book came from.
"The room gave it to me." Hermione said.
"What is it?" Marco asked curiously.
"It's a list of all the school wards, and some details." The brunette explained.
"Anything interesting?" Helena asked.
"Yeah, a lot of protective wards that were disabled by Dumbledore in favor of monitoring, compulsion and confundus enchantments. A lot of intent-based wards surrounding protection from physical, magical and sexual assault were disabled."
"What were the compulsion and confundus enchantments meant to do?" Helena asked, curious.
"Cause hate and distrust towards the Slytherins. Make no-one question anything abnormal about you. Make no-one mention the WCS, the Wizengamot or anything about the Potter family when within fifty meters of you. Redirect all your mail to a room not far from Dumbledore's office. Make no-one write home about anything abnormal. Make no-one think anything is going on that should be mentioned to the parents." Hermione said.
"Damn." Marco said.
"Deactivate them all." I commanded the spirit of Hogwarts. "Then reactivate the protective wards and the intent wards protecting from assault. Oh, and can you make sure that if a person under disguise or some form of hiding magic is in the wards they glow purple, but only to us?"
"Define disguise and hiding magic?" The spirit of Hogwarts asked.
"Polyjuice, Glamour, Metamorphmagus, Animagus, Disillusionment, Notice-Me-Not and invisibility cloak. Am I forgetting anything?" Marco stated.
"If any piece of Tom Marvolo Riddle's soul enters the wards I want us all to be notified. If more than five people with the dark mark enter the wards we want to know. Any piece of Tom Marvolo Riddle's soul I want to glow black to the four of us. And any Death Eater I want to glow black too." Hermione said, then she quickly went through the book "And make sure to inform us if you detect a Dementor's aura."
"Done, is there anything else?" Hogwarts questioned.
"Could you remove the wards that fry muggle technology?" Marco asked.
"Do that." Hermione added when Hogwarts looked at the two of us for confirmation.
"Is that all?" the castle then asked.
"No, I'd like you to monitor Dumbledore and his schemes and behaviour." I added.
"In that case I should inform you of something." Hogwarts stated with a frown on her face.
(-oIOIo-)
Meanwhile in the Great Hall
Helena POV
Sunday, September 1st 1991 9:09 PM, Hogwarts Great Hall, Scotland, UK
Uproar, there was uproar. The four hooded people had just left the hall, people were screaming, people were whispering.
"SILENCE!" Dumbledore shouted.
"Everyone, sit down. Calmly and quietly. Madam Pomphrey, would you help Professor Quirrell?" Dumbledore asked.
Hardly anyone noticed Susan Bones grabbing the jewel on her necklace and whispering something into it.
"Look alive people, I'm pretty sure Susan Bones just called her aunt Amelia. The DMLE is on it's way." I whispered to the other three.
Madam Pomphrey cast a few spells at Quirrell, then she looked stricken faced and cast a few more. Then Dumbledore walked over and cast a few spells at the turban the mediwitch whispered something to him.
Dumbledore whispered something in return and she nodded.
"It appears as though Professor Quirrell is rather injured, no worries. I'm sure Madam Pomphrey will do her very best to heal him." Dumbledore said in his grandfatherly tone as Madam Pomphrey conjured a stretcher and put him on it. Then she levitated it out the teacher's entrance.
"I have but a few words to say before we all enjoy our feast. First years should note that the Forbidden Forest on the edge of the grounds is in fact, forbidden. And a few of our older student would do well to remember that as well." At this Dumbledore's twinkly eyes aimed at the Weasley twins who waved cheerfully.
"Mister Filch, the caretaker has asked me to remind you that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors. The quidditch trials will be held in the second week of term. Anyone interested in playing should contact Madam Hooch, or one of the Team Captains. And finally I must tell you that the third-floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to everyone who doesn't wish to die a very painful death." There were a few mutters at this.
"Thank you, I have but a few more words to say. Nitwit, Blubber, Oddment, Tweak. Let the feast, begin." And suddenly with a wave of Dumbledore's hand all the food appeared on the tables.
"That was interesting." Hermione said.
Harry nodded at the Weasley twins and their brother Percy. "Look at them, their faces match their hair. That's an impressive shade of red. Do you think they got a small metamorphmagus ability through the Black Blood?"
"I think they all got it." Marco added. "Ronald looks like he'd go invisible in a bottle of ketchup." Causing everyone to turn to the Slytherin table.
"I have to say though. This food is rather good." I said.
Then Marco and I exchanged looks and spoke simultaneously "But way too British."
"I mean, I'm all for national pride. My mother was British." Marco said at the British people around us when they looked offended. "But not even a curry? Really?"
This started a debate on foreign cuisines that would last until for the second time that night the doors of the great hall slammed open.
BANG!
However this time it was Madam Amelia Bones, with a dozen aurors.
Dumbledore stood up and asked in a grandfatherly manner. "Amelia, my dear. What a surprise. How can I help you on this fine evening?"
"You can help me Albus, by explaining how the hell you didn't know your defence professor was possessed by the spirit of Lord Voldemort." She said, angry. Causing everyone to whisper.
"How was I supposed to know? I don't make it a habit of peeking under my staff's hats and turbans. Besides, his turban was enchanted to block magical signatures.
"And yet the people who removed the possession were informed by the wards of the school. So tell me headmaster, how come the wards managed to inform the cloaked individuals when they weren't even in Scotland, but they didn't inform you, when you not only control the wards, but are also currently inside the wards." Harry said, as he stood up.
"Lord Potter makes a good point." Madam Bones stated, smirking slightly at him.
"Why thank you, Madam Bones. If you'd like, I and my friends can give you our memories of the event. We had a rather good view, being at this end of the Ravenclaw table.
"I'm sure that isn't necessary. Harry my boy, you can sit down. Why don't we take this to my office, Amelia." The twinkly eyed old man tried to take control of the situation.
"It's Lord Potter, Albus. Or Mister Potter when it concerns school matters."
"It's Madam Bones, Headmaster."
"Madam Bones, you might like to send some aurors to secure professor Quirrell. Just in case the evidence attempts to, run away." Marco said.
"Excellent idea, Senior Auror Dawlish, take your squad. And go to the hospital wing to secure the evidence."
"Yes Ma'am." He nodded and walked out, followed by 5 other aurors.
"So, Headmaster. Why didn't you deal with the possessed professor?" The head of the DMLE asked.
"Perhaps we should have this conversation in my office?" Dumbledore said, seeming to sweat slightly.
Amelia smirked at this. "No Headmaster. I want all these here children to hear why exactly you put their lives at risk and if I'm not mistaken risked the end of a dozen magical houses."
"I didn't know the identity of whomever was possessing Professor Quirrell and thought it prudent to learn what the possessing spirit's intentions were. Whilst monitoring it so it didn't harm any students." Dumbledore said.
"Very well. We'll still be needing a copy of a few memories of the events."
Harry nodded at the three of us and we stood up.
"Do you have any vials with labels?" I asked.
A tall brown haired auror nodded. "Of course, miss. What's your names?"
"Lord Harold Potter, Lady Hermione Granger, Lady Helena Cortelthy and Scion Marco Ménise."
The auror's eyes widened, but he tapped his wand on each of the four vials. "Do you know how to remove a copy of your memories?"
"Yes, we do. Thank you." Harry said.
They removed their memories and put them in the vials before sealing them and handing them back to the auror.
"Prefects, please bring the students to their common rooms. I'd like to have a few words with the staff." Amelia said.
OMAKE
"That's a good ide- where'd you get that?" Harry asked, confused as to where her book came from.
"The room gave it to me." Hermione said.
"What is it?" Marco asked curiously.
The brunette simply blushed and looked down shily.
"Why are you reading the Kama sutra?" Helena asked in a teasing tone with a smirk on her face.
"What's that?" Harry asked in innocent curiosity.
"It's a book that describes various sexual techniques and positions." Marco said.
"Harry, have you had the talk?" Helena asked, after frowning at Harry for a moments.
"The, talk?" the black haired boy asked, confused.
"The one about how to make babies." Helena said, a slight blush on her face.
Harry blushed like a virgin. "N-no?"
Suddenly they heard cackling, Marco was looking at Harry with an evil smirk. "Come little Harry, I'm going to have a lot of fun with you."
At that point Harry proved why he wasn't sorted into Gryffindor this time around. He bolted out of his seat and ran away.