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Gregory Goyle strolled confidently through the Ministry's corridors en route to Minister Shacklebolt's office, bearing a document from Gringotts. His posture exuded newfound pride, his head held higher. Adorning his left pinky was a striking black gold ring, embellished with black diamonds on either side, and small emeralds artfully fashioned into a serpent-like figure, which seemed to form an infinity symbol, complete with two ruby eyes. The family's signet ring had now become the rightful accessory of the newly appointed Lord Goyle.

Surprisingly, the process was straightforward, yet carried the weight of dire consequences if his family's magic rejected him. The potential loss of his magical abilities hung in the balance. The Goblin produced a simple black box adorned with his family crest, featuring the same serpent motif as his ring. With a slice on his hand, he let a few drops of his blood fall onto the box. Instantly, it radiated with a golden glow and revealed a green velvet interior, cradling the ring. This moment left him in a mix of happiness and shock. He had no desire to follow in the footsteps of his father or grandfather; he disowned any connections to dark lords. He did not partake in torture or murder, and his belief that Muggles and Muggle-borns were inferior had been discarded. In fact he had married a Muggle-born. In the end, he bore little resemblance to any known ancestors, but his family's magic had deemed him more deserving than his father.

After concluding his business with the account manager, which involved maintaining Hermione's vault access and reviewing his own accounts, he returned to the Ministry. Upon arrival at Shacklebolt's office, he was informed that the Minister was currently in a highly important meeting and couldn't be disturbed. The Minister's secretary conveyed that the Minister was anticipating his arrival and offered to handle any documents on his behalf. Greg passed her a copy of the document that officially recognized the change in leadership of House Goyle. Additionally, he delivered a formal challenge to the Besenmachers regarding their custody rights. She told him the Minister would be in contact soon.

Greg returned to the DMLE and made his way back to Potter's office. As he neared the door, he could hear raised voices from within.

"How in the hell can you be okay with Mione marrying that git?" Weasley questioned.

"I'm not sure I'm entirely okay with it, but she's like a sister to me. I have to give him a chance for Hermione's sake. And please, don't call her 'Mione.' You know she can't stand that," Potter replied.

"Well, then, uninvite them. That Slytherin won't be stepping foot in my house," Weasley declared.

"Ron, I've talked with both Arthur and Molly. Hermione is family to them as well, and they're willing to give it a shot. You need to let go of your jealousy. You react like this every time she tries to date someone. You had your opportunity, and you messed it up spectacularly," Harry admonished.

"She lied to me, to us. That year on the run didn't have to be as wretched as it was. Then she went behind my back and applied for apprenticeships. I was her fiance. I had to approve. I won't be blamed for wanting a wife at home to raise our kids. I had no intention of letting her gallivant to China or South America for two years to study potions. You know she's going to regret her rash decision when she finds out Goyle is going to want the same thing. A wife at home where she belongs. He will make her sell that little shop….." Greg heard a loud thud and Weasley abruptly stopped speaking.

Potter's voice turned to steel, "YOU lied to her. You KNEW since we were 11 she wasn't going to be some housewife. You could have been upfront with her about your expectations, or you could have helped her achieve her dreams. Instead you stomped on them. When Ginny brings me that fucking permission slip so she can continue to play quidditch you bet I'll sign that. As for the year on the run. Yeah it was shite, but not for one second do I blame Hermione. She did bring up her grandparents and various aspects of her life from time to time, but we were so engrossed in Quidditch and the fight against Voldemort that we often failed to give her our full attention. She didn't bring us to their five-star hotel or her family estate because she was safeguarding her family and the unwitting Muggles in the vicinity. And you couldn't even end the relationship discreetly. You cheated publicly to ensure that you were caught. Did you know I tried to adopt her into the Potter family? Did you know your parents offered as well? She refused. We love her, and we would have given permission for any fucking thing she wanted. It's fucked up how the wizarding world treats muggle-borns and women in general, like property. Ron, you're are my mate, but say one more negative thing about her and you'll see exactly how I'm able to take down the most ruthless of criminals."

At that instant, Greg opted to reveal his presence. Harry had Weasley by the collar shoved up against a wall. "Weasley, you're absolutely right," he drawled as he sauntered into the office "I believe my wife should sell her bookshop." Greg made to polish his new piece of jewelry then continued, "She won't be able to manage it while she's obtaining a duel mastery in potions and charms. You may not have fully appreciated what you had, but I'm aware of what I possess—a brilliant, beautiful witch whose only flaw seems to be keeping you as a friend." He turned to Harry. "When you have a moment I'd like to discuss some business with you privately."

Harry released Weasley. He stormed out of the office making sure to angrily shoulder-check Greg as he passed.

"Lord Goyle, please have a seat." Greg settled into the same chair he had seen Hermione in earlier.

Harry circled his desk and sank into his chair, appearing weary from the clash with Weasley. "Goyle. Greg, could you do me a favor and not mention to Hermione that you saw Ron and me having a row?" he implored.

"Why are you still friends with him?" Greg inquired, sidestepping Harry's request. "You know, playing the role of the big, silent sidekick had its perks. I was a lot more observant than anyone

realized. I didn't care back then, but I saw how much of an arse Weasley could be to both of you."

"It's a bit complicated," Harry sighed. "But what did you want to discuss with me?" He glanced at his Muggle watch. "It's already 5:30, and we're supposed to be at the Burrow by 6:30. You and your sister are still planning to come, aren't you?"

"Hermione wants us to be there. I just don't want our, or rather, my presence to become a problem," Greg said.

"It should be alright. If he starts anything, his family will deal with him. There's definitely something bothering him, but I'm not entirely sure what it is. He's been even more of an arsehole than usual, and honestly, his entire family has had their fill. Ginny used the Bat-Bogey hex on him last week," Harry elaborated.

"Alright. Do you have enough time to nab a Death Eater today? I think I can make it pretty straightforward for you." Greg smirked.

Harry leaned forward immediately forgetting about his troubles with his best mate. "I'm listening."

"Can house-elves apperate into the Ministry?" He asked.

"Yes, but not to just anywhere. There are specific apperation points for civilians. Why?" Harry asked his curiosity piqued.

"My father is one of the last two remaining inner circle Death Eaters still at large, correct?" Harry nodded. "I'd like to help you in bringing him in," Greg stated.

"Goyle, if you've known where he's been hiding and haven't reported it, I could potentially charge you with harboring a criminal," Harry's tone was tinged with a warning.

"No, not until yesterday. I did write a letter to you explaining, but with everything that's happened recently, it's still sitting on a table at Hermione's house. Anyway, I'm not even sure he's still there. He might have left after I discovered him. No, I have a method to bring him to you. I don't need to know his current location," Greg explained flashing his signet ring.

Ten minutes later Harry had assembled a few of the Aurors that were still in the office. They were all surrounding a public apperation point. Harry met Greg's eye and nodded that they were ready.

"Twinkey!"

Nothing.

"Twinkey, as Head of Goyle house I command you appear at once." Greg's voice echoed in the near empty Ministry.

With a soft pop, an elf appeared. "Master Gregory, you called for Twinkey," the elf squeaked, attempting to bow. Greg noticed the creature bore bruises and cuts, likely inflicted by his father as punishment for aiding him in his visit.

"Twinkey, your master is no longer the head of House Goyle. You are bound to obey the head of house before another member. I need you to fetch my father and bring him here immediately," Greg's voice carried a tone of anger. It wasn't directed at the elf but for the elf. His father didn't just deserve a cell; he deserved the Dementor's Kiss. "I give you permission to use your magic against him in order to bring him here."

The elf hesitated, and fear was apparent in its eyes. Although Greg wasn't certain of the exact reason, he intended to help the creature once everything had been resolved. But for now, he had to assert his authority. "Go now! Or do you need clothes?" Twinkey squeaked and promptly vanished with a pop.

"Wands at the ready," Harry commanded. They formed a protective circle, surrounding the area. Silence lingered for minutes, tension rising.

Then, without warning, a loud crack echoed through the room as Twinkey returned with Goyle Sr., who was bound with conjured ropes, lying at his feet. The elf had also silenced the man, but the anger and fury burning in his expressive gaze conveyed everything he couldn't say. Twinkey presented the elm wood wand to his new master, gently placing it in his outstretched hand.

Greg approached Harry, handing over his father's wand, and then turned to walk away, leaving his father's fate to the Wizengamot. "Come, Twinkey," he beckoned, and the elf followed.