"Mister Potter, the ministry has recorded that you have not only cast a spell outside of School but in the presence of a muggle. As this is the second event of you using magic outside of pre-approved venues, it has been ruled that you are expelled from Hogwarts, your wand to be snapped, and you to face a tribunal on the tenth of August.
Aurors are en route to snap your wand and place you under arrest. And to gather anything and everything having to do with Magic.
"Justice!" rejoiced Vernon.
"What was that?" Dudley asked a shocked Harry.
Harry shook himself. "That was a polite Howler. Impolite Howlers are red, loud, and explosive." He looked his relatives over. "Okay… they are going to send some folks who are going to try to take my wand. Now unless you want them in your face, you two might want to make a run for it. Dudley seems to be interested in what is going on, so I leave the choice up to him, but you two might want to run and hide in your room, they will not be going upstairs. Dudley will call you when it is all clear."
Vernon frowned as Petunia scuttled up the stairs. "You trying to get rid of us, Boy?" the fat man inflated as his temper engaged.
"No sir." Harry crossed his arms, "Just that my kind are coming and they will not be polite to you. At best they will ignore you. At worst… they will use you to provoke me and my temper."
Glaring at the 'Boy', Vernon made his way up the stairs.
"So… now what?" Dudley asked.
"I get ready." Harry frowned as he looked about. "Using my wand will just piss off the Aurors… but my things are locked up…" Harry trailed off as he got an idea. "Want to meet a friend of mine?"
Dudley looked up the stairs, before grinning and nodding his head.
"Dobby!" Harry called to the air beside him.
A small pop and a thing just a little taller than Potter's knee was standing there for a quick count of three before it was hugging and humping Harry's leg. "Great Wizard Harry Potter calls Dobby. What can Dobby do for Great Wizard Harry Potter?"
"Is that…humping your leg?" Dudley watched the little guy with amusement.
"Yes." Harry grinned down at the bat-wing-eared head of the creature that was wrapped about his leg. "According to a book I read last year, this is bonding behavior. He is a House Elf that wants to bond… or more likely to complete the bond." Harry reached down and rubbed the little head. "Will Dobby Serve?"
"YES!" Dobby squealed. There was a reverse bang as the bond snapped into place.
"Okay, Dobby, I need my school trunk packed, Hedwig's cage included. I need it then placed in the sitting room." Harry scratched behind one of the bat-wing ears. "Do not pack the Owl!" Harry yelled after the Elf.
The little guy had vanished, then after a count of ten, returned to start hugging Harry's leg again.
A squeal of brakes on an old car announced the arrival of the Pizza-delivery person.
"Dobby, hide." Harry looked at Dudley. "You can sign for the Pizza, correct?"
"Yeah. Dad okayed me to sign just so he did not have to answer the door during the game." Dudley lumbered to the doorway and chatted up the guy that handed him first a slip of paper to sign, before trading three large flat boxes for the slip.
The three boxes were set on the coffee table before two plates appeared beside them. Dudley pulled three wedge slices from one box, to another, before Holding the box to the side. "Hey Dobby, was it? Can you pop this up to Mom with two plates, a glass of lemonade from the fridge, and two bottles of beer? Do not let the lemonade spill!"
The Box vanished just before Petunia squawked.
Just down the street, a car backfired.
Twice.
Dudley pulled out three slices onto a plate and held it towards Harry. Harry gingerly took it and sat on my wooden school trunk across from the couch where Dudley was lounging. Two glasses of lemonade appeared between them as Dudley helped himself to four slices.
Harry bit into the hot cheesy slice and hummed in delight.
"Aurors! Drop your wands and step out of the house!"
Dudley smirked at Harry as he continued to chew his bite of pizza. "Yo Freaks! I don't have a Bloody Wand. and if you think I am leaving my hot Pizza, you're even more inbred than I was led to believe!" Harry snorted as he took another bite.
Two wizards in what looked like red trench coats shouldered into the sitting room. Wizards because both were waving wands as they slowly entered the house.
"Mister Potter… You will surrender your wand." the balding Auror pointed his shaking wand at the black-haired lad.
Harry swallowed his bite, "Do you know what happened to the last wizard that pointed a wand at me?" Harry sipped from his glass as the wizards looked back and forth, "My Elf threw him down the Hall. Now I was ordered to keep my wand until I heard from the Chief Warlock, but I will bow to the Director. The complaint of charges that I got were covered as excused under the reasonable wand use. And it was not the presence of a muggle but rather two squibs. Now you two have the options of leaving to call the Director, waiting until I get word from Albus, or I can have Dobby give you the Malfoy treatment."
"Did you just threaten two Aurors in the performance of their duties?" the smaller man with a style that seemed to mimic Lucious' with only one-third the budget.
Harry paused with the slice just out of reach of his mouth, as he looked at the two wizards. "Did I? All I know is that two men with sticks entered my cousin's place of residence, interrupted our dinner, and demanded my wand. Rather than telling them to bend over and fuck off, I notified them that until I hear from the Chief Warlock or the Director of the DMLE, I was going to continue to eat my dinner. "
Outside, a car backfired again… three times in quick succession.
"We identified ourselves as Aurors." the balding wizard sneered.
"And I have no idea what that is." Dudley spoke up, "And it is my house you are in." While Harry took a bite.
The two wizards shared a look before the second-hand Malfoy sneered. "Dawlish! Just Stun them, wipe the fat muggle's memory, and we drag the other out of here."
"Those were not the orders, Yaxley." Dawlish hissed back.
"And you are wrong," Harry spoke up. "Big D here is not a muggle. In truth, he is a squib."
Yaxley sneered and thrust his wand at Potter, "Watch your tongue… Boy!"
Harry tensed up, but movement in the background caused him to hold and reign in his temper. "Do you have written orders to be here… or are you two just bating, as you called him, a muggle."
Three Aurors ghosted in behind the two threatening the lads. "Shut it, Potter!" Yaxley snarled, "We are the Law and you will do as you are told! Or By Merlyn's Yeasty Codpiece, I will mind-wipe you and charge you with the murder of your muggle relatives!"
"I doubt you will, Yaxley." The Blackman stepped forward. He carried himself like a soldier. By the way, the four red-robed mages responded to him, He was an Auror version of a plainclothes cop. "I received the inter-ministry memo from the Improper Use of Magic Office. That I received it one whole minute after you left the bullpen, leaves questions in my mind."
"Shacklebolt." Yaxley sneered as he spun to face the bigger man. "I got this." He flicked his wand at the black man, "This is my collar."
Harry finished his slice, it being his second, when he felt the discomfort of being a bite or two the full mark. "And just what am I being accused of doing?"
"Use of a Magic Wand outside of School." Yaxley spun back to sneer at Harry, "Performing Magic before a Muggle, obscuring an Auror in the course of his duties, and threatening an Auror with bodily harm."
Harry sneered as he set down his plate, stood, and approached the short man in a Tweed Suit Robe under his red robe. "One, you and your partner entered my Cousin's House without announcing their presence until they were pointing wands at us. While They Claimed to be Aurors, I saw no badge. Being Muggle Raised, and seeing no badge, I presumed them to be two of Fudge's Thumb-puppets."
"Dawlish might be Fudge's … what did you call them… Ah, Thumb Puppet. But Yaxley is Malfoy's through and through.'' The Mousey Brown-haired witch kept her wand on Yaxley. "Vance, Mister Potter, Auror Vance, and here is my Badge." She flashed a gold shield that looked similar to a Metro badge. "This is Auror-Trainee Tonks, and our squad leader, Master Auror Shacklebolt."
"Wotcher!" chirped the pink-haired punk in red robes, her wand trained on Dawlish.
Dawlish stashed his wand up his left sleeve. "I'm out! No favor that Hag can give me is worth the boot up my arse if we press this. Let Shack take this one… Either the Hag will stomp him or he will stomp her. Win-Win." the balding wizard exited the door onto the street … and vanished with a crack.
Yaxely looked around, spat on the carpet, and followed his partner.
"Mister Potter, Dumbledor sent us. I received his Patronus just before the memo hit my desk." The Blackman released his wand and it snaked up his sleeve. From his other sleeve, he drew out a gold shield. "My Badge."
Harry squinted at the trio… before he flexed his hands. "What is the Headmaster's favorite candy?"
"Lemon Drops." Shack bowed his head, "But his current preferred taste is Sherbet Lemons."
"Okay." Harry eased up. "What are his orders? I can not remain here any longer."
"He says you need another week here." Shack rumbled.
"No." Harry shook his head. "Either I am taken somewhere of his choosing or I will find someplace on my own."
"One Minute." Shacklebolt turned away as Tonks stepped close to look over Harry. A flick of his wand and white mist formed a lynx half again the size of Crookshanks. The Black man spoke softly to it and it bounded away into the wall.
"King." Vance called to the black man, her wand now pointed at Dudley, who kept slowly eating, "And the Muggle?"
"Squib." Harry smiled at the brown-haired witch, the pinked-haired witch walked around him, before tripping over the trunk and slamming into Harry's back. "He is a Squib. And as my Cousin, while my Aunt is my caretaker, he is exempt from the 'No Muggle must Know' clause of the law."
Harry never even flinched.
"Damn, Potter." Tonks used him to regain her feet and balance. "You are solid like a rock. But you look like a twig."
Before anyone could say anything, a ghostly phoenix dropped from above and spoke in Albus' voice, "Kingsley, bring Harry to Headquarters. Lupin will be waiting out front."
"Okay. Tonks, Take Potter to Headquarters. Vance, you head back to the Office, keep an eye on the Boss. I will take the trunk." Shack was getting the ducks in a row.
"No need to worry about the trunk." Harry stood tall. "My Elf will bring it once I get there." As Harry spoke, Dobby appeared on the Trunk.
Tonks led the way out to the Yard, looking all around. Hooking her right arm through Harry's left, she drug into thin air…
They landed on a grassy patch of ground and crumpled to the ground.
"Bloody Hell, Bruv! You weigh a Bloody Ton!" Tonks panted as she once again used Harry to regain her feet. "I got the Highest marks in my Class at the Academy dragging two others through Apparition… and they did not weigh as much as you!"
Harry shrugged. "Then I need to learn to do that." He breathed in the City air… "Hey Moony." he turned and latched on to the shabbily dressed man that had approached from behind him.
"Harry." the werewolf patted him on the back. "But, how did you know that I was me?"
"One, I can smell the Wolf's Bane on you." Harry hissed, "Two, I almost dare anyone to try to take me when I do this to them."
Remus palmed Harry a strip of paper. "Read and memorize this."
The Headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix is located at Number 12 Grimmauld Place.
As he was repeating the line in his head, across the street between number 11 and 13 another house 'shouldered' its way into view.
"I Love Magic," Harry whispered, just loud enough for his companions to hear.
As they hurried across the quiet street, and climbed the steps to the house, Moony leaned over to whisper to the lad, "Do Not ring the doorbell." He tapped the door with his wand, and the door swung open on creaky hinges.
As the Door closed behind them, Harry curled his nose. He could smell the age of the house. "Dobby!"
"Master Harry Potter called Dobby!" the little guy glomped his knee once more.
"Ah, Doddy, I need you to not call me Master." Harry reached down to scratch the bald head at his knee. "You can continue to call me 'Great Wizard Harry Potter'."
Dobby leaned back to look up at the human above him. "Can Dobby Call Master Harry Potter, Master Harry Potter when it is just Master Harry Potter?"
Moony and Tonks snickered. "He called you 'Master' three times in one sentence." Tonks gasped out.
Harry glared at the so-called 'Adults'. "But only when I am alone." He rubbed the little's head, "Bring my trunk, and put it out of the way."
"Where is Dobby?" the little guy looked about before Harry showed Dobby the scrap of parchment.
"This is my secret as well." Harry scratched under the Elf's left ear.
Dobby vanished only to return with him standing on the Trunk. "Great Wizard Harry Potter, is there a reason this place is so…"
Moony reached over and snatched the scrap. "Let's not let that get out of our control." He put in his
Harry nodded before he went still. Something was sneaking up on him. The House was covering the scent of whatever it was that was approaching, but it had an Aura of Death.
Moony and Tonks had seen what was coming and stepped back, but Harry could guess what was moving in the shadows behind him.
{My Host, A Death Dog approaches.}
'My Godfather. When he lunges, morph and bind him. Non-lethal attacks only. Keep an eye on the two in front of me as well. Moony is a werewolf, a bit hardier, and his clothes need to be replaced. The female needs to be handled gentler than the other two. Avoid drawing blood from all but Moony, and as little as possible from him.'
{Very Good, My Host. Understood.}
Padfoot the Grim pounced at Harry's unprotected back.
Between the time Padfoot's feet left the floor to just before he hit Harry, the Necroplasmic armor suit exploded to encase the lad. The Black Dementor cloaks lunged out to grab the Grim, wrapping about him like a cacoon. The Chains exploded from Harry's pecs as Moony went for his wand as the black tar-like substance enshrouded the Lad. while the Skulls were still filled with teeth, snapping as the chains wrapped the Wolf-wizard in shiny rounded steel. Harry lashed out his hands, grabbing Tonks' wrists, and grappled her to his chest, where his now heavily muscled arms bound her to his rippling and defined chest.
The three 'Adults' froze when they noticed that they were just bound. "Um. Harry." Moony cleared his throat, "You want to tell us something?"
Harry shook his head, retracting the helm. "Messrs Padfoot and Moony. The Son of Prongs has a few secrets to share with his uncles. The following falls under the same terms as the Map."
Moony tilted his head so he could peer at the shaggy dog over the young man's shoulder. The 'dog' pouted before nodding. Remus looked at Harry. "Deal."
The Cloak and Chains unwrapped and were drawn into the lad's upper body.
Padfoot quickly shifted to his human form. "Hey, Pup. Welcome to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black!"
The witch noticed the extra padding of the arms now holding her was not present, but the arms and chest were still well-defined and firm. "Hey Lover Boy, you can let me go now." She cocked her to the side, "Unless you are planning to do more than just hold me." She flashed him a lazy smile.
{Is the Female looking to breed?}
Harry snorted, "No, she is teasing." He released the witch, as he spoke aloud. "If I did not have you, I would be stammering and blushing like a tongue-tied tomato."
"Ah… Pup…" Padfoot frowned, "Who are you talking to?"
"My Armor." Harry turned to hug his Dogfather. As he stepped back he noticed Dobby trying to hide his cleaning of the wall behind him. "Ah, Padoot. A minor Favor. My Elf looks to be in need of being put to work, and he seems to want to be released on your Lovely house here."
Sirius smiled. "Dirt and Pests only." the shaggy wizard held up a finger. "Do not throw out anything. Put anything dark or a relic in a box in my bedroom. A word of warning. In the Master suit, I have a hippogryph. You may feed him and clean up the room, but avoid his beak and talons." Dobby started to shiver… "And Clean!" and Dobby vanished.
The two wizards led the way down a hall, towards the lower floor… when Tonks tripped over an Umbrella stand that was crafted from a troll's leg. As the witch bounced off the floor, a set of ragged curtains snapped open…
"Filth! Blood Traitors, Mudbloods, and Half-breeds!" the Portrait wailed like a Banshee.
Harry was moving before he even realized it, His fists and forearms were coated in the Necroplasma as blades bloomed from the back of his fists. The Skulls on his chest launched into the face of the Hag, as Harry stabbed and slashed the edges of the painting.
Thirteen seconds later… the painting was shredded and silenced… permanently.
"Damn Pup." Padfoot's face shifted from shocked to gleeful. "We've been trying to do that since we moved in here!"
"Damn it, Sirius!" a Female voice raised in anger from the door leading down, "Can't you shut Her up?"
