Psychopomp
By: Puck Midwinter 60003206
Summary:
Death is not happy with people not dying when they should. Fate is on her back. So Death decides to send Harry Potter back in time to help people die.
Chapter 2Harry was correct. The scene at the platform was amusing to him. There were dozens of Aurors, Madam Bones, Dumbledore, and the Weasley Matron. Dumbledore started it. He grabbed his arm trying to drag him to Molly when Amelia Bones stopped them.
"What are you doing, Albus? Harry here is a wizard of interest to the use of two unforgivable casts in the same compartment as my niece." Amelia all but screamed.
"I am his magical guardian, I am taking him somewhere safe," Albus stated as though she should not even challenge him.
"I don't care. I am taking him and my niece to the DMLE headquarters. There, if he agrees, I will see his memory and the use of Veritaserum. You have no choice in this. It is even worse, it was Aurors that used them.
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"Well, what do you say, Albus? Care to tell me why you bullied my Aurors so that those two were the only ones on the express? The same two that tried to assassinate Harry Potter, your magical ward, and my niece." Amelia demanded.
"I am sorry Amelia, I just thought they were the best to protect the express," Albus said placatingly. "Now that you have no more questions, I will be taking Harry here…"
"No, not going to happen," Harry said in a cold voice.
"You have no choice, you must return to the Dursleys," Albus stated. This caused Harry to laugh.
"Sorry, but Her Majesty's government does not agree with you. Here are the documents, Madam Bones." Harry said with a sneer, then handed Amelia some documents.
"What is this?" Albus demanded.
"According to this, there was no will, and no one took legal custody of Mister Potter until last December. I do not know who the Dursleys are, but the muggle government has assigned custody to Harry. When Harry is not at Hogwarts; he has guardians he will be living with." Amelia said after she read the documents.
"Let me see those!" Albus demanded.
"No, I don't think so. I will have to verify these first." Amelia said while looking at Harry.
"I would prefer that. Then have you taken me directly to my legal guardian? I do not trust the headmaster to still try to place me with the Dursleys," Harry replied.
"Tonks, bring the MI-5 liaison here. I don't trust Albus either."
"Amelia, I am Harry Potter's magical guardian. I insist that you hand over those documents and the boy."
"No, the only way you could have Harry, is if you get her Majest's government to change his legal guardian. Hell, whoever had Harry before his return to the magical world, did not even show up to contest the new placement," Amelia said with a grin.
"I will go talk with the Dursleys. I demand that Harry still be here until I get back." Dumbledore said as he left the room.
"That is fine. You will have to know the result. That is your legal right. Now, Mister Potter, I am sorry…" Amelia said.
"If you are going to say my legal guardians cannot have any input or even show up here, you would be wrong. They are both squibs." Harry said.
"That is excellent. I should…" Amelia said.
"No need. They have a solicitor. Theodore Tonks. Please summon him." Harry interrupted.
"Okay. This sounds like it will be fun. Now, young man..."
"Madam Bones, I made sure Susan was safe. That is why they only got off one curse each and the curses they sent towards were missed by a large margin. I would not have let her sit with me if I knew she might have been in danger. I would be willing to swear an oath if you need." Harry replied. "I will never put any of my friends in danger. I am sorry that just being my friend comes as a threat."
"Thank you, Mister Potter. I consider her as my daughter. Now, what is your attention towards her?"
Harry laughed at that. "You do not have to worry. She has eyes for someone else, not me."
"Hannah, I suspected as much," Amelia said.
"I think so, I am not sure. It is not me. I am not comfortable being more than friends with anyone at this moment. Some point in the future, I may decide but not now." Harry replied.
"I think that is wise," Amelia said.
{s}
Albus was now infuriated. He had left the ministry and apparated to Privet Drive. He would make the muggle pay for not letting him know about the issues with Harry. He would also severely punish Ms. Figgs. Then he stopped in horror. 4 Privet Drive was burned to the ground. He immediately turned and went to Arabella Figgs' house. He stopped when he saw that the house was off. It had a car in the drive that wasn't Arabella's. Then it had a name on the doormat. Who were the Smiths? Albus still knocked on the door.
"Yes, weirdo, what do you want?" An unknown muggle asked.
"I am looking for Arabella Figgs. I am a friend of hers." Albus said.
"I am sorry for you. She died in the fire that killed the Dursleys. It is still a question why she was there according to the gossip on the street." The muggle lady told the weird man. The weirdo just turned around and left.
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"Well, Albus, you need to know that Ted has the legal right to represent Harry Potter. He and our muggle liaison verified that everything was above board. There is nothing you can do about it." Amelia said.
"Amelia, I insist that you turn Harry over to me. It is not safe for him to just wander muggle England." Albus started.
"You can insist as much as you want. The answer is no. Harry, you leave with Ted. I have questions for you Albus, so you will stay here." Amelia barked.
"I am sorry Madam Bones, I have too many things to do," Albus said as he took off after Harry and Theodore Tonks. He almost caught Harry before Ted put himself in the way. Albus growled when he saw Harry floo out of the ministry. When Albus finally got to the Leaky, the boy was already gone. He had flooed somewhere else when Albus arrived.
{s}
The summer was pretty boring. All of it was readying, studying, practicing, and dueling.
His new guardians let Harry do whatever he wanted to do. They just kept him out of their business. A business he didn't know what it was.
{s}
Since all of his mail was still being redirected, Harry did not notice he was not receiving any. It wasn't until he met the strange house elf, did he found out he hadn't received his second-year letter and exam scores. He eventually scared the elf off. Harry did not care about his exam scores. He knew they were better than they were the first time around. He went to Diagon Alley in the form of Jon. He was able to buy all of his school needs. Then he went back into muggle London. On a trip to Harrods, he updated his muggle wardrobe.
{s}
"Well chance, did you make the change?" Death asked.
"Yes, why did you have me move the diary from one of the redheads to another? Chance asked.
"I made a deal with fate. This will allow my agent to have events play out a bit differently. I am glad that you are leaving my agent alone." Death replied.
"Oh, but I am not. I gave a nudge here or there. After all, I got the senior Auror to make a mistake and follow Dumbledore's request. You did not seem to mind that." Chance replied with a wink.
Death laughed. "If you harm my agent, I will make it your problem. Fate with agree with me on this one."
"I know your agent's fate. After all, I chose which one of the two Voldemort went after first. People who fuck with us deserve to have their Waterloo." Chance replied.
{s}
Albus had a bad summer. Neither the order, the Aurors that reported to him, nor himself found where the boy stayed during his holiday. He even sent Harry a few Owls. From what he could discern, something or someone was intercepting Harry's mail. He would have to wait to get the boy under his thumb when he was back in the castle.
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"Ron, you and your sister must get together with Harry this year. If you do not, by the end of the year, I will no longer ensure you pass your classes." Albus demanded. He knew that Molly was starting to brew some potions.
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Harry bounced off the barrier to platform 9 ¾. He didn't mind. He had made sure he had watched the Weasleys pass through before his attempt. He was in John's form. He was happy they did not know about Jon.
This wasn't a problem to him though. He took a taxi to the Leaky. This made more sense. Leaky to Hogshead. Then he could relax in the tavern until the express arrived. So simple.
{s}
Harry slipped into the station so it looked like he had been on the train. He changed back to Harry.
"Harry mate, where were you at?" Ronald Weasley asked.
"I am not your mate. I want nothing to do with you. As for where I was, I found an empty compartment and ignored everyone. I didn't even get anything from the trolley witch." Harry responded. He noticed the response when he said that part of the trolley witch. He would now have to ensure he had enough food and drink for the express trips.
"Well mate, you should have Gryffindor friends. I will…"
"Listen, mate, get the hell away from me. I want nothing to do with a lazy, jealous, fanboy." Harry said walking off. When Ron grabbed his shoulder he turned and slugged the git in his stomach.
{s}
Harry groaned. Lockheart was the new DA-DA teacher. This is just like last time. He could not wait for the first class. Pixies would be fun. He hadn't realized that McGonagall was behind him.
"Mister Potter, after the feast, the headmaster wants to see you. The password is…"
"Doesn't Pomona know the password?" Harry asked.
"Yes, but the headmaster wants to see you alone," McGonagall said.
"Well, that isn't going to happen. So either Pomona comes with me, or I will not be showing up. Your choice." Harry replied. This caused the deputy headmistress to stroll quickly to Dumbledore. Then she came back.
"Mister Potter, you have detention with me tonight," Minerva stated.
"For what reason?" Harry asked.
"Arguing with a professor," Minerva stated.
"Well, I will be seeing my head of house about this. You know that when we take this to the board, it will be put in abeyance." Harry retorted.
"Fine, the detention is canceled," Minerva said.
"Okay, I will still let my head of house know about this," Harry said with a smirk.
{s}
Albus was upset. He had to figure out a way to get the boy alone. After his attempt last night at the fest, Pomona came into his office this morning with a warning. Anytime he or Minerva tried to chat with the boy outside of class, she was to be present. If she was not, Harry had standing orders to come get her. Even if this was with Filch in detention. It was intolerable. The boy must trust him for the greater good.
{s}
The first DA-Da class was fun. He used cutting and blasting hexes to eliminate the doxies. He even laughed at the week of detention with Filch for it. He was just surprised that neither Dumbledore nor McGonagall showed up to talk to him. He guessed his ambivalence about killing the doxies gave Dumbledore pause.
{s}
Harry was glad he avoided the Death's Day party. Ghosts and the poltergeist avoided him. He was not sure his relationship with death would remain secret with some many ghosts around him.
He was also able to avoid the hallway. He knew the chamber of secrets was open. Maybe once Hermione realized that Dumbledore had let her stay petrified; her attitude might change. Hell, he had proof the troll was lured into that specific bathroom. Part of him wanted his friend back, but only if he could trust her.
{s}
"Why are you not at the dueling club?" Pomona asked.
"Because the headmaster suggested I be there," Harry replied.
"Why would he do that?" Pomona asked
"I do not know, whatever the reason, I don't care," Harry stated.
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"No, Hermione I do not care who the heir of Slytherin is. I will not help you and Ronald Weasley find out. This is a library. Let me alone so I can study."
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"You should not gossip about fellow students, Millicent," Harry said.
"It is Millie to you. Aren't you wondering what sort of potion accident the know-it-all had?" Millie asked.
"If Hermione had a potion accident, wouldn't there be official questions?" Harry asked.
"That is part of the gossip. If she was brewing something illegal, she should have been expelled. There is also how she got the components. Professor Snape's private stores for such components are password protected with only he and Dumbledore knew it." Millie said.
"That is true. Thank you, Millie," Harry said.
{s}
"Do you think, Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Think about what?" Hermione replied.
"That there are questions about this incident. Brewing a restricted potion, yet no expulsion. Stealing potion ingredients from a lock that only two people have the password." Harry said. He was sure that only the cat fur prevented the blush.
"Why are you saying this?" Hermione asked.
"Just to get you to think. Like how a troll found a specific bathroom in all of this castle. That may just be happenstance. Then you want me involved with a questionable and illegal activity. That sounds like a coincidence. Anyway, I hope that you get better soon." Harry said with a heavy heart. He was hoping she would change her path.
{s}
The level of fear in the castle was higher than last time. That was a bit depressing to him.
The only cheerful part was Dobby. He summoned the elf and explained his plan to free the elf. When Dobby brought him another house-elf, part of it was done. In the second part, he summoned Dobby and killed him with his scythe. While he did not want to do it. He noticed the black aura around that elf. Part of him was sure, Death would penalize him for every black aura he spared.
{s}
Harry stayed at the castle for Yule. He noticed it upset Dumbledore. Albus sure wanted to meet with his guardians. So he could charm them to give up Harry. Harry loved his summer, doing what he wanted, and he would fight to keep his guardians.
{s}
The school year was heading towards its in. Just like before; Dumbledore had been suspended then Hermione was petrified. The only worry was he did not know who was being possessed. Using the map, he had kept track of Ginevra. At least according to the map, the girl was normal and never went near the second-floor bathroom.
{s}
Harry was worried. The person who was taken into the chamber of secrets was not the slag. It was Percy. It was small wonder that he could not stop the attacks, he had been staking out the wrong Weasley. Harry was glad that Death didn't hit him up aside his head wit with changes in the future past. He would no longer expect that only he was altering the timeline. He went into the chamber with Ronald and Gilderoy. He made sure this time that both of them were obliviated.
{s}
Harry wondered if Ian Fleming or Stan Lee were favorite authors of the magical world. He realized that Tom was no different than Albus. Not only did the idiot explain his masterstroke, but he also monologued quite a bit of background information. The trick of fire writing was cool; but now Harry could show the anagram with style.
The fight with the basilisk followed the same timeline. He was bitten in the arm by a fang that broke off. Fawkes cried into his wound. The only change, he puts the diary onto Percy's chest, and he stabs through it with the fang. The fang killed both targets. Tom faded out.
{s}
Thanks to his scythe, Harry was able to behead the basilisk. He was able to bring the head up with him. Now the bathroom had a decapitated basilisk, which looked like the closing passage did it. Percy had a broken-off fang in his chest. After laying out Ron, his broken wand, and Gilderoy, the scene was set. He sends Myrtle to summon the headmaster and then pass on. Harry left the bathroom in his cloak.
{s}
Hermione hugged him again. He hoped Hermione would turn from her path. At the end of the next school year, she would either have to come clean or Millie gave him a wonderful idea. He loved that very evil idea.
It was also weird that Millie wanted to talk with him this summer. The where was interesting! It will be fun at Maspalomas Beach, Gran Canaria this summer.
Harry disliked but he had to be sort of friendly with Ronald and Ginevra. It would pay off in the fourth year. He had to act like the potions were at least partially working.
{s}
Harry loved his trunk. He could shrink his trunk to fit into his pocket. This allowed him to dive off the express as it started at the Hogsmeade Station. He quickly went to the Three Broomsticks and floo to the Irish Tavern in Las Palmas, Spain. Harry would have bet that either Albus or one of his idiots was waiting for him at King's Cross.
Harry also wanted to know if Dumbledore had figured out what happened in the chamber. He wasn't surprised that Millie figured out what happened. She was beautiful and intelligent. Unlike Hermione and Ginevra, she liked him for him. Three drops of Veritaserum, Spasty, and his house elf provided, verified Millie's loyalty. The rest he would just have to ask.
{s}
"I love your swim, Millie," Harry said.
"I like yours also," Millie replied.
"Shall we quit fencing, what do you want?" Harry asked.
"Soon, we need to be more than twenty kilometers from shore," Millie responded.
"Interesting, and leaving from a nude beach?" Harry asked.
"So neither of us could have a wand. It puts us on an equal footing." Millie said.
"Accio Millie's wand, Accio Millie's pistol, Accio Millie's knife," Harry responded. Watching a wand, muggle pistol, and stiletto come from hidden compartments on the bridge. Harry just put them on a shelf behind him. He then just sat down and watched the nude girl. She just smirked at him while paying more attention to the boat. She was watching a device. When the device got to twenty, she stopped the boat.
"Should I speak first?" Millie asked
"Be my guest."
"Okay, well, first, I fancy you a bit. I would like to explore that more." Millie said while Harry just nodded. "You are not making this easy, prat."
"You invited me to a nude beach so we could talk without either of us having wands. There are two magicals in the bedroom. You had a muggle luger, wand, and a knife hidden in this room. Should I not be suspicious," Harry said. Harry had obliviated using truth serum on the girl. He had also watched her load the boat while under his invisibility cloak.
"I am Slytherin. I have to be cautious. While I hope to eventually become your girlfriend, I want, need your protection," Millie said.
"Why do you want my protection?" Harry asked.
"Why I cannot prove it. You left the area of a certain bathroom where two prefects died. Then there was the battle on the train. I saw two green flashes," Millie replied.
"That is why you think my protection has some value," Harry said. "But not why you need protection."
"My father is the magical equivalent of a muggle plumber. No one respects him. In Slytherin, that means I am not much more than a toy. A toy that can be used or tossed aside at will," Millie said.
"How bad?" Harry asked.
"So far, I just had to use my mouth. After a witch starts her monthlies, they have a check-up by the school's matron. After that, my purity would be spoiled by those higher in status in my house. Hell, Pansey threatened to have a thestral brought into our common room and make me service the beast," Millie said.
"How will a Puff be able to protect you from that? That is if you want protection from that," Harry said.
"Even if I did want to try a thestral, I would not want to do it in public. You do realize that it would be spread throughout the castle by the next meal. I would be destroyed." Millie replied
"Now as to the protection. It is simple, a betrothal ring. If it was charmed so that my mind was protected, the other Slytherins would assume that I was going to be a consort of a powerful lord. Not someone to mess with," Millie finished.
"What would it mean to me if I gave you such a ring?" Harry asked.
"It depends on what you put in the contract. You could bind me so that I can only sexually please you; unless you said otherwise. You could do as you please with any other witch," Millie said.
"Interesting, why would you say it in that way?" Harry asked.
"That is what I want. While I don't mind servicing you, I want to wait until I am older. If you get Randy, you can have someone else take care of it. I also think, when I am ready, you will more than scratch my itches," Millie said. "You can hide your matching ring with your family ring."
"Okay, that makes sense. You are fanciable, Millie. Hogwarts' school robes make you look like a troll. Wearing what you are now, you are a dishy girl. I cannot wait until you are older," Harry replied. "It is also good that you don't mind me with another lass. I am heir to two different houses. Plus I think I will be required to have a consort."
"I have two rings in the cabin. Though, is there anything about my body you would change?" Millie asked. Harry noticed she didn't respond to his two wives.
"I have seen muggle blue pictures. I like the way the women don't have hair except on their heads. I also like long hair. Now what about the two magicals in the cabin?" Harry asked.
"Done, Flint and his girlfriend made me service them with my mouth. They are tied up with seaweed that will disintegrate in about an hour. The rocks would sink them to the bottom. Plus it would give you leverage over me," Millie said.
"Why do you want me to have leverage over you, Millie?" Harry asked.
"Trust, I want to see if we can go the distance. I am sure your future will be extremely bloody. You need someone with you that has no issue with this," Millie responded. "Your witches must have no issue getting their paws wet. You will need a witch you can trust to get her paws wet."
"How am I pushing those two over the side showing that?" Harry asked.
"You are making a mistake. I will be renervating them, then pushing them overboard. I just need your help taking them from the cabin to the railing," Millie said. "I lured them here with the promise to help them kill you. As I said, you need a witch whose hands are wet."
"You realize that between the ring and this, I could force you to do anything I ask. Are you sure, especially since you are going so far in revenge for what those two made you do with your mouth," Harry said while going to the cabin and bringing up Flint.
Millie laughed. "I did not say the acts themselves were issues with me. It is the who and why. These scum, I had an issue with. Because they could force me, once I am ready, I kind of hope you force me, that idea ruins my knickers."
Harry shook his head. Even with his future history knowledge, he would never understand women. Once he brought the rocks up and let Millie tie them to the two victims. Harry stood behind her while she woke up her victims and then shoved them off the boat. Harry had cast a temporary tracking charm on each of them. He was pleased that the bodies hit the five-hundred-meter depth before the charm faded. There was no way they could have survived even if they had held their breath.
Then she surprised him. She gave him a betrothal contract just like she said except for the fact it said consort. He could shag around, she had to be faithful to him unless ordered by him. Hell, if he got Randy, he could use her body however he wanted. She could not say who she signed the agreement with. Her dad had signed this. His account manager signed for him. All he had to do was touch it with his wand. "Do you want this? Like this?"
Millie smiled at that. "Oh yes, Harry."
"Fine, done," Harry said while the two rings disappeared from the cupboard and appeared on their fingers.
"Now, what else do you bring to the table? I am sure you had more to temp me with," Harry replied with a smile.
"My father has maps and ways around wards for many houses you would be interested in. He gave me copies of all of them. My mother had a hit-witch training manual. I now have it. The last is best, I have a boat waiting for us at Egersund. I have a portkey to take us there and back. My father set up the plumbing at Azkaban, the tubes are protected from the dementors. Tomorrow morning I propose we go take a trip. You know that eventually the death eaters; since they are purebloods, will be released unless you kill them," Millie said.
"How long is the trip?" Harry asked.
"It is about five hundred and thirtyish kilometers from Egersund to the prison. The boat travels about twelve knots, actually nine in the rough seas," Millies said.
"So around thirty hours. If it is like they portray, we need to arrive after ten at night. We have to be gone before four the next morning. So we are looking at three days. We need to do this when there will be a storm or fog in that area so we are not seen. Say July first. We just need to get you a disposable wand." Harry said while laughing. Millie has put a stop to it by kissing him on the mouth. Before he regained his balance, she stuck her tongue in Harry's mouth. This ended with them snogging until they needed to stop for breath.
"Thank you for your concern, Harry. I have a wand that works for me but I wouldn't care if it breaks or disappears. Do you have one?" Millie asked.
"No, I have something better. Thank you for looking out for me though. I appreciate that," Harry replied.
"Do I get to know?" Millie said.
"You will probably see it at Azkaban. We will have to run through the prison. I do not know how we will split the prisoners, but I want them all dead. Then when we leave, I will set a fire with fiendfyre." Harry said.
"Aren't you worried about the Aurors there?" Millie asked.
"No, they stay in a certain section of the prison that would be the last to burn. They will have a long enough time to get to their boat." Harry replied. "Now, what am I missing?"
"Not long after I saw you near the bathroom, I was by the lake. A murder of crows surrounded me. They all crowed murder and Az-ka-ban. It was creepy. Then when I asked my father about it, he explained the plumbing. Not hard to put two and two together. Then there is what Nott said. When the Dark lord returns, and yes, they expect him to return, and before we leave Hogwarts, I would be at best a plaything, worse cattle. The way I see it I have no choice," Millie said.
"I am sorry, Millie. Once they find out you are with me you will be a target. I don't even think the ring will protect you," Harry said.
"When that happens, you can request married quarters. I can move in with you. I just hope I am ready to share your bed at that time. Hopefully more at that time." Millie said.
"Well unless there is anything else, I think we need to return this boat and get ready for dinner. I want time to think of what was said. Oh, we will hit Azkaban though." Harry said. Millie smiled at that.
{m}
The Dark Place is No More.
Yesterday, HRMP Azkaban was burned down by fiendfyre. We do not know, at this time, if all the prisoners died by the dark curse or some other reason.
It is also unknown if any of the prisoners escaped. Due to this, the Minister has assigned the remaining dementors stationed around Hogwarts to protect students in case any of the high-security prisoners escape and go after the boy who lived.
{s}
Harry woke walking on a black sand beach. He turned from the surf to find Death smiling at him.
"You have done well, my servant," Death said.
"I could point out that I have no choice, but as your most dutiful and humble of your servants, I would be remiss if I did," Harry replied with a smirk.
Death laughed. "Cheeky, it is already your third year and you have only killed a third of your number. You only have five more years."
"I know, but I have to have my body get older before I can do more. Being brought back earlier might have helped also," Harry blandly replied.
"I did what I could. Now, expect a headache," Death said with a smile. Harry fell to the ground grasping his head. "There, you know spells to detect order members and death-eaters. No human known magic can prevent you from finding them within a three-kilometer."
"Thank you, my lady," Harry said through gritted teeth. "If I may ask, what your true issue with Dumbledore is, I know what mine is."
"You are most welcome, my servant. Now be off," Death said as turning.
"Wait, what about Sirius and Dumbledore?" Harry asked.
"Even when you catch Pettigrew that will not be enough to free him at this time. Remember, as your godfather, he would have the power to free you from Dumbledore. Once Dumbledore and Riddle are no longer issues, you can bring him back from Black Island, permanently. You have to bring him back to recast the Fidelus and get the locket. I suggest killing Kreacher also." Death said. "You should share that you know about the tournament and that Albus will allow your name to come out of it so he does not try to return. As for the old bastard, while he holds the elder wand, I cannot just kill him. He has caused Fate to give me a bollocking, three times. During your sixth year, he will be vulnerable. If you take out his familiar and his order."
"Yes, my lady."
"Oh cheer up, it is better than his prior life. The only issue, is you have to decide who to make your second wife," Death said with a grin.
"What?"
"You need to read more, boy. You now are heir to the Potter and Black lines. Once you defeat Tom, you deserve an order of Merlin. That will give both lines voting rights. Use them to crush your enemies."
"Is nothing simple?"
"No, but no pity parties. You have much to do, and no much time to do it in." Death said as Harry woke with an exclamation, BUGGER!
{s}
Millie's dad proved to be extremely useful and intelligent. His family had power and money until betrayed by a coalition of Nott, Malfoy, and Parkinson. It was a small wonder that Millie was worried about what Pansy wanted to do to her.
Harry used all of the plumbing and ward diagrams to plunder many death-eater houses. Death had given him a spell to verify the targets. He was surprised that he had spells that detected death-eaters and older members. He found a few people who were just for one side or the other without making the choice. He did not kill them. He just wished that Death had given him a total number. At this rate, he was sure he would go over whatever the number was. What he saw numbed him to humanity. Harry felt that it wasn't murder, killing rabid beasts like that.
{s}
Amelia Bones was having a long summer. In the last four weeks, many of the people who claimed they were imperious were now dead. Add in more than a few ministry workers to muddle the picture. Most of the deaths were common curses. A few were from some sort of slashing blade. Then there was the poison. Saint Mungo's had no clue what substance had been used to kill some of the people.
On the other side, she had lost Aurors and members of the light side. Part of this scared her, she was on the light side. She did not want to orphan her niece. This killer had to be stopped.
The only bright side, Cornelius had stopped the Prophet from publicizing the deaths. What the public would think of these attacks would be interesting to know after the panic subsided. Forty-seven houses had been attacked. In half of them, the children were left alone. Two-thirds had only one person killed. If this was a serial killer, the person or group took no trophies nor was there any real victim profile.
"Boss, I found something," Auror Tonks said as she walked into Amelia's office.
"What Tonks, I am desperate here."
"I am not sure I should say anything, but I might have a couple of leads. All the light people plus Mundungus Fletcher were members of a group that Dumbledore runs," Nymphadora said.
"How do you know that?" Amelia asked her young Auror. This would create two patterns if correct.
"I was a member of a group run by Dumbledore. I couldn't say anything until I left the group,"
"Why and when did you leave the group? And what details can you tell me?" Amelia inquired. If this was correct, were the killer or killers targeting both groups, using one group to disguise the killing of the other, or were there two different killers using the same methods?
"A week after the destruction of Azkaban, someone took the title of the Black. Whoever brought me and my parents back into the Black family. Part of that, I had to leave my membership to Albus' order of the Phoenix. Before you ask, I do not know who the Black is. Given the timing; it does raise some questions. Sirius was kicked out of the family by his mother. His brother was killed by Voldemort. He could not then have assumed the title if he was guilty. If he died during the fire, who is his heir? That person must be older than seventeen and when did Sirius make a will? Like I said boss, I have a mystery that will have political concerns and one more piece of the puzzle of our killer."
"So what we have, both sides of the conflict are being assassinated. Quite a few people had interesting positions in the ministry. That still leaves the question of how many killers are present. Then we have a lord of one of the twenty-eight as a question mark. I agree with you, it is part of the equation, just because of the timing, if nothing else. With over three hundred killed in prison and one hundred now; our society has taken a large hit and will require answers; that at current, we do not have. We need to find this group or groups that are killing our people." Amelia demanded.
"There is more, Narcissa had the betrothal contract dissolved because Lucius was a death eater. The Malfoys had to pay back the dowry with a penalty and interest." Tonks said. "Then she was kicked out of the Black family."
"You are right Tonks, I think it is interrelated. What I did not tell you, your aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange, was found. She also died a week after that fire. She was found dead in a brothel in Knockturn. The unspeakable that was investigated said her mind was destroyed by Legilimency. Someone ripped her mind apart. Her cause of death was exsanguination, though. Her throat was cut. I was able to find out that her vault was signed over to Harry Potter before she was kicked out of the Black family. I want you to talk to the boy when he gets off the express." Amelia said.
"Why not bring him in for interrogation or have me talk to him on the express?" Tonks asked warily.
"Because of Fudge. If we bring the boy in for interrogation; he could use that to claim his seat. That is something the minister's backers don't want to happen. Neither does Albus for that matter. That same arsehole is the reason the train is out. Umbridge has stationed some Aurors on the train to make sure it gets to Hogsmeade with no issues. As you know, our remaining dementors are guarding the village. Without those Aurors, the express would not even get to the village." Amelia said.
"Okay, I will meet him at Hogsmeade, as a nameless Puff," Tonks replied.
{s}
Harry noticed the Aurors get aboard the front of the train. This should be a fun trip. He was sitting alone in the back middle of the train. That was perfect for him. The only person who stopped by was Millie. She handed him a wand for him to hide. Since her normal wand was in her holster, Harry knew this was her new disposable one.
Harry still didn't understand Millie. After the two were on the boat, she refused to help him kill. Saying it was not the right time for her to do it again. Well if Death had her way, she would get her time.
Harry smiled. Now he needed his Gryffindor courage. Knowing he had protected Millie and a few others. Harry decided he needed to let the dementor kiss him. Judging from Azkaban, Harry knew Death had no problems with collateral victims. Killing the guilty was one thing, but everyone else? He would now find out. How this act would impact Dumbledore would be amusing to see. Better yet, if pressed, who bound his magic to such a degree? Who wanted him to walk into the forest to die?
{s}
"WAKE UP!" Death barked.
"I am awake," Harry grumbled. He was on the beach, face first in the sand, the surf soaking him. He slowly rose to his knees. It felt like his body had been run over by a fleet of lorries.
"Good. So when did you decide to let yourself be kissed?" Death inquired with a smirk.
"When I got on the train. I saw that most of my fellow students did not have the black aura. I was worried that many of them would end up dead if I continued as planned," Harry said defiantly. He did not want Death to know he was also furthering his plans.
Death obnoxiously clapped her hands. She was laughing at him. "Okay, what did I miss?" Harry whined.
"I was going to have you get kissed during the quidditch game. That would have only killed the closest students, not almost the entire school. You, of course, will ask, why. The kiss did five things. The first, eliminate the Horcrux in your scar. The second, unbind your magic. The third, kill off all the rest of the dementors. Fourth, screw with Albus. Last, and most important, give me a chance to gloat."
"You letting the kiss happen early, lets me gloat more. Only magicals would have heavy trunks without properly securing them above all the students on the train. That said, over six hundred dead and wounded students. That is not all, you have to add in eight train staff, your new DA-DA professor, twelve Aurors, and forty dementors. Quite a casualty count. Well, I guess you realize, that the more you fight your servitude, the more people will die." She was laughing at Harry's amusement. She liked that he had thought this out and was trying to hide his victory from her.
"Now, when you wake up, know that you were found with just your holly wand, trunk, and school clothes. I put all the special stuff inside one of your hidden compartments. There is no need to thank me." Death ended her monologue.
"So, you want me to kill Cedric instead of Riddle," Harry replied with some heat.
"No, there is someone else I would like as the Hogwarts' champion. But in this case, I don't mind being thwarted. Since I get all the extra from the train, that is. Now, you have to destroy a certain portrait on Halloween. No time-turner shenanigans. No rat problems. The rat has already fled. Dumbledore wanted him to go find his lord." Death said.
"That sounds like I don't have much to do this year."
"No, not really now. I hope you will spend that extra time with your girlfriend. You will also need to create relationships with Hermione and Ginevra. Next year, when Ronald spouts off, you challenge him to a duel and kill him." Death ordered negligently then turned to leave. Harry woke up in Saint Mungo's. He had burns and broken bones. He sighed. Death was such a bitch.
{s}
"What can I do for you, Madam Bones? Auror Shacklebolt," Harry asked with a smirk.
Amelia raised her eyebrow but noticed the child did not say more. "Nymphadora already asked you the same questions we asked all the other people who survived the train. However, we have some more questions for you."
"Why?" Amelia noticed the amusement in his eyes but the defiance in his voice.
"Your train car was destroyed. It was the only one that was. It looks like the magical explosion came from there. You are the only person to survive from that train car," Amelia said noticing the lack of shock in the child. His car and forward were destroyed. The ones behind his just derailed.
"So you are attacking me after a dementor did," Harry replied. He noticed the hatred in Shacklebolt's face. His wife had been aboard the train. She was also a Dumbledore lickspittle.
"What?" Shacklebolt asked in shock.
"Yes, the last thing I remember is a dementor came into my compartment. I froze hearing the pleas of my mom. Asking Voldemort to kill her not me," Harry replied. He enjoyed the looks on his inquisitors' faces. Harry was unhappily reliving that and he should spread it to at least Shacklebolt.
"You said that a dementor came into your compartment. Was the creature accompanied by a minder Auror?" Amelia asked.
"No, there was just the creature."
"Did you see the explosion of magical power?"
"No, I saw the creature then I have a blank."
"Damn, that is unfortunate, Mister Potter. From your magical burns, you were very close to where the discharge happened. Also, there is another question. Your trunk was not found. Do you have a tracer charm on it so we can make sure it does not fall into the hands of muggles?" Amelia demanded.
"I don't. However, Dumbledore does. Please get it before the headmaster does. I don't trust the headmaster not to riffle through my stuff, or worse, put more tracking charms on my items."
"Has the headmaster done that before?" Amelia asked. She noticed that Kingsley looked very upset at what Harry was saying. She was not sure if it was because of what Harry was telling her or what Albus did.
"Between my owl, my trunk, and my possessions in it, I would say he put over thirty tracers at the end of the year, last year. I thank that my elf took my trunk to Dennis Head Lighthouse from the school, then removed all the charms, then took it to the Land's End Sign before bringing it to my muggle guardian's home," Harry said with a smile.
"You don't trust the headmaster, do you?" Amelia asked.
"Not at all. He seems to want to have total control over my life. That is something I have no intention of giving him," Harry said while drawing his holly wand and pointing it at Kingsley. "Dumbledore has members of his order of the burnt bird spy on me but they did not stop the Dursleys from abusing me. Isn't that right, Kingsley?"
"What is he talking about, Auror Shacklebolt?" Amelia demanded.
"The boy is delusional. He must have brain damage from the discharge." Shacklebolt said.
"Really Shacklebolt? Could you swear an oath that you never watched me at Privat Drive? Never saw my abuse when I lived with my prior muggle guardians?" Harry asked with a smirk. "Don't bother with denial, once I reach my majority, I plan on declaring a blood feud and challenge you to a duel. I am sure mother magic will allow that."
"Mister Potter, you cannot threaten an Auror," Amelia stated.
"I am not challenging him for his work as an Auror. If Shacklebolt is a member of Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix and either saw or knew about the abuse I received at the Dursleys, that work is not covered by the Auror protection," Harry said. This caused Amelia to frown. "You cannot protect him if he is guilty. If he is innocent, it is not a promise."
"You brat, I will…" Shacklebolt bellowed.
"Auror Shacklebolt, leave now. We will be speaking later," Amelia commanded.
"I am sorry about that, Mister Potter. I did not know that your muggle guardians abused you. Nor can I give any excuse why my Aurors did not take action when they saw it," Amelia said apologetically.
"Forget about it. We both know that Dumbledore and his greater good bullshit trumps lives and laws. If you investigate Shacklebolt for dereliction of duty involving me, Albus will say you are going dark and your Auror was just following the greater good. Fudge will back that. As for the express, I hope Susan survived. After I heard my mother screaming, I blacked out so I cannot help you with what happened on the express," Harry said.
"She did, thank you, Mister Potter. I wish you could tell me more," Amelia said.
"Yeah, keep Susan away from me. It is not safe for her to be around me. Death seems to have made me her bitch," Harry said. Internally that was funny. Here he was telling the literal truth, and no one believed him.
Amelia shook her head. This child was something else. A cynical teen was not a surprise. A cynical teen who had a reason to be that cynical was something else. It also felt sad. She had to admit the boy was correct, Albus had plans for this boy. Having people spy and him and not stop abuse? Merlin, with plans like that, she doubted the boy would survive. Worse, the boy was right, there was no way she could do anything about it at this time. "Well Mister Potter, I will leave you to recover."
"Good day, Madam Bones."
{s}
Albus was furious. Thanks to his spies, he had learned that Dolores had sent a dementor to torture the boy. Then something happened. What happened he did not know? Not knowing was not an acceptable situation for the smartest wizard in the world. It was on a growing list of things he did not know. All of those questions involving Harry Potter; were like a rock in his shoe; painful and annoying.
Sometime before the boy came to Hogwarts, the brat had slipped his bridle. How and why the brat changed were on that list. Albus needed to know those things before he could change his plans. Was someone else manipulating the boy? Did the boy realize that he was a lamb to be taken to the slaughter so the prophecy would end so that Albus himself would kill Tom?
Albus sighed, without any new information, he would let Molly off her leash. It would not be for the greater good for him to potion the boy with loyalty potions; however, a pregnant Ginevra, while the boy was under her control, would allow his plan for the boy to continue. This would allow Harry to die without risking Albus losing the boy's galleons. It would be also good to kill Ginny and her child thereafter. There was no point in letting the foolish bint getting any of the money. The slut had almost two years to get knocked up.
Internally he was laughing. He had given Peter the book that had the resurrection ritual. Now, he hoped the train wreck had spooked the rat and got him to run to Albania.
{s}
Albus was tired. Tonight required him to magically exhaust himself. He could not allow any of the students in Saint Mungo's to hurt to go to Hogwarts or go to another school. Or any child whose parent chose to withdraw the student from Hogwarts.
Between those students would report the better education, and changing the law; neither he could afford. All children in Britain will attend Hogwarts while he was headmaster. Where he can control them.
Then there were the other hurt purebloods. Any explosion made into squibs or damaged their cores, he couldn't allow them to live. Purebloods had to appear to be better than the vermin.
Appearances had to be maintained, despite being the most powerful and smartest; witches and wizards in each class year were either half-blood or mudblood vermin. That was why he was going to kill the Granger slag when Harry was also dead. The brightest witch in a generation must be a pureblood.
Then there was the werewolf. He hated to do this, however, once it became known about the affliction, he would have no choice.
{s}
"Minister Fudge, we have a major problem," Amelia said.
"What happened now?" Cornelius asked with some fear. The head of the DMLE did not wake anyone up before dawn unless there was a major crisis.
"Someone killed forty-two of the wounded students at Saint Mungo's. Plus another twelve were ready to leave and the werewolf. They stunned the personnel, then used the killing curse on all of them." Amelia stated. "There is no other evidence or suspects."
"Any theories?"
"Each as unlikely as the last. The ones that were killed, either had their cores damaged or destroyed. Or were the ones that we would have to allow to go to school somewhere else than Hogwarts."
"That would lead to…" Cornelius started.
"Yeah, he is the leader of the light. We would need to have caught him in the process," Amelia agreed.
"Is the boy who lived safe?"
"For his privacy and security, he was on another floor. A private room with four Aurors protecting it," Amelia said. "None of those Aurors saw anything."
"That is a relief. Now, to avoid panic, I will tell the director of the hospital to release those who died and succumbed to their wounds. Also, you can investigate at the hospital, do not attempt to track it back to the school," Cornelius ordered.
"Yes, sir."
{s}
"Tonks, what is going on? Even I can tell that the Aurors are on alert. What happened?" Harry asked.
"Last night, a bunch of your fellow students passed away," Tonk said.
"Bullshite, I can tell that …" Harry started.
"Okay, as long as you don't tell anyone else," Tonks said watching Harry nod. "Forty-two students did not just pass away. They were killed."
"Killed how?"
"Killing curse," Tonks said with a frown. "All the students that died last night fit into two categories. The first is purebloods that had damaged or destroyed cores. The second is the five students that were mobility impaired so bad that they could not go to Hogwarts."
"Well, that is weird. I have no clue as to why those students were targeted. Do you have any idea if Ronald Weasly, Ginevra Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Millicent Bulstrode?" Harry asked.
"Interesting list of people of interest there squirt. They will be back in Hogwarts next month. The same time you are," Tonks said. "Aren't you worried about the other Weasleys that were at the school?"
"Well, that is good. What is the school going to do because we won't be starting class until November?"
"Not really yet. The one idea that seems to be taking legs, make Yule shorter, leave the twenty-fourth, and back on the second. Skip spring break. There will also include more periods. It will probably mean mandatory classes during the weekends," Tonks said. She noticed he said nothing about the Weasleys that died on the train.
"Bullocks!"
{s}
"Well, Mister Potter, I am so glad you finally came to check on me."
"Can I have some cheese with that wine? Today was the first day I have been able to walk around without an Auror escort. I figured you would not want that to happen?" Harry replied.
"Bugger. Tell me you have not met with the…"
"No, of course, you were my first and only. I even made sure I stunned your two roommates and wore my cloak."
"Well give me a kiss, and tell me what…"
"Officially I don't remember anything," Harry replied.
"Officially?" Mille pointed out.
"Between the Aurors protecting me, one of which is a remote cousin, I have learned a lot," Harry replied.
"Well, what have you learned?" Millie demanded.
"Most of our fellow students are dead. I haven't heard the full death toll. Under a score are walking wounded. Another score will take around a year to return to Hogwarts. The problem is the over two scores that died last week. Unlike what was in the papers, it was not the train wreck. It was the killing curse. There are so many more duplicitous issues involving the train. Like why the minister's office had the demetors on and following the train. Why do they have so many purebloods in the front cars? Why one of those vile creatures was ordered to enter my compartment? The creature was not escorted. Why Dumbledore approved of using them to guard the castle, not live Aurors," Harry said. "Why our DA-DA professor did not even try to stop the dementors."
"A Dementor came into your compartment unescorted. Did it try to kiss you?" Millie asked.
"I think so. I think it did kiss me," Harry replied. He smirked at her shock.
"What?"
"My magic was bound by Dumbledore. I found out that Voldemort put a part of his soul in my scar. My magic was fighting that soul all my life. Then I think the dementor gave me the kiss which not only broke the bindings on my magic, it also removed that soul fragment. Between that and what happened when it destroyed that soul fragment, it exploded," Harry said.
Millie was silent for a few minutes. "I would assume that none of what you just told me was a guess, or similar?"
"That would be correct."
"Did any of the dementors survive?
"No, between the fiendfyre at Azkaban and the express; they are extinct. Why do you ask?"
"I would also assume that Dumbledore has not asked the DMLE to provide Aurors now?"
Harry laughed at that. He was sure Millicent could give Machiavelli a challenge in deviousness. Plus the older she got, the better she looked. She became his perfect girlfriend. Once Sirius was declared innocent, she would be the perfect lady Black. It would be strange to be a warlock and a Lord. "Great assumption. You see the web better than I do."
"In this case, we both are thinking along the same lines. The dementors were there for you. How exactly is the question? I doubt we will ever know. What is your opinion?" Millie asked with a smirk.
"I think this all revolves around Ginevra. If the dementor had not kissed me. I would have wound up in the infirmary. Guess who would comfort me? I think they want me to knock the slag up before the third task next year," Harry stated.
"Task next year?"
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, the idiot headmaster has brought back the tri-wizard tournament next year. It has three tasks."
"Oh, and do you know what the tasks are?" Millie asked. Her eyes were alight with her mind going a kilometer a minute.
"The first, get a golden egg away from a nesting dragon. If you put the egg underwater, you would hear a poem in mermish. The poem would let you know that "they" would take something you would hate to lose. You have an hour to get it back or else. What they did not want you to realize. It is not something, it is someone. They put your most important person, put in stasis in the mervillage in the Black Lake. For two of us champions, it is our Yule ball date. I am not sure who mine will be. The Beauxbatons have to rescue her eight-year-old sister. Then the last task is a maze with enchantments and monsters. The cup in the center is a portkey that will take whoever touches it to a cemetery in Little Hangleton. There a death eater or so will use the winner to help do a ritual to resurrect Voldemort."
Millie just shook her head and smiled. "So that is why you don't mind not being public with me."
"That is part of it. There is also one of my betrothal contracts. The Potter family is wealthy. I have a contract with Ginevra. It is basically a death sentence."
"So aside you are Warlock Potter, what other family are you a scion of."
"Quick as always. Once he is dead or declared innocent, Sirius Black has set it up so I will be heir or Lord Black."
"I will be the Lady Black. I can agree with that. No matter who is the Madam Potter," Millie said with a huge smile.
"That is the plan. I am not sure if that plan will succeed since no plan survives intact once you encounter an enemy."
"True, I spent the summer learning to protect my mind and thoughts. I also have a bracelet that lets me know if my food or drink is affected by a potion or poison."
"Good, I have a plan for Ginny. I will be taking her to the ball and loving it up next year. That is if you do not mind?" Harry asked.
"Since this will ensure I am not at the bottom of a lake and you do not violate your contract with that slag; I am more than happy at that," Miilie said with a smile and a long snog. She wanted to make sure that Harry knew her approval.
{s}
"Well Millie, what do you want to talk about? You know we could find a more comfortable place to shag or even snog," Harry said.
"What is going on with you, Hermione, and the two redheads?" Millicent asked.
"Oh, Molly Weasley is making lust and obsession potions for me to fall in love and lust with young Ginny. Ron is given passing grades and some galleons to be my only male friend as well as spy on me. I am not sure why Dumbledore has Hermione around me. She was promised my family's library for her to betray me," Harry replied with a shrug.
"What?" Millie almost shrieked.
"Yeah, I need to find out more about Hermione before I call in her life debt. I hope to do that right after I kill Ronald. In the meantime, I want you to be my dirty little secret," Harry said.
"Okay, that works since I am not comfortable with sleeping with you yet. I hope by next year, I will. Then we can move into a lord's room. It might be fun to have the Granger bint pleasing both of us," Millie said with a cold smile. "I am not surprised the weasels are traitors. It has long been suggested that Molly only got Arthur by love potions."
"Then, until then, we need to find a good classroom. In the books I have, there are spells to freeze the portraits as well as the suits of armor. I can also bar Peeves and the ghosts from a small area without them knowing they are being barred," Harry said with a matching smile.
{s}
It was nice to finally be back in the castle. It was Halloween night, and the whole school was in muggle sleeping bags in the great hall. Someone had slashed the portrait of the fat lady. It almost looked like werewolf claws had been used. Harry noticed that Ron's rat was shaking.
A quick confundus and Minerva suggested that an escaped death eater may have teamed up with Greyback to come to Hogwarts. The only question was, why were they here and who were they after?
{s}
Albus was confused. Why had a death-eater and a werewolf break into Gryffindor's tower? He could understand if they broke into Hogwarts to kill Harry or himself; but why were they apparently after the rat? Worse, where did they learn the spells to freeze the portraits, statues, and armor?
Would this make the rat flee? It was too bad that when Peter was in his rat form, Albus could not read his mind. Then he might be able to figure out why the death eater was there last night. Or what it would take to get the rat to flee to find his master. Albus did not like not having total control over his pawns. Or what influenced them. The fact the rat had come back after the express was exasperating.
Albus was just grateful that the rat was a coward. If the rat killed Harry, or worse, if Harry killed the rat, his plans would fall to pieces. It was not yet the time for either of them to die. Next year, during the third task, would be fine for both of them. As long as it was done correctly that was.
{s}
Harry liked his escort. He could understand why this witch kept in the muggle world. Other than apparition, she was hopeless. But she had no curiosity, she would take him where he needed to go. She didn't even ask questions when he put on his invisibility cloak. Part of it, he was sure, was that she did not even get the Prophet. Fourteen pure-bloods, or death eaters and their spouses and family did not see the New Year. Harry had another twelve houses to hit before heading back to the express.
{m}
Harry Potter
Bastard!
Dumbledore was on the platform when we arrived. He stopped all the prefects and asked them if they saw you. He was shouting at them about how they could not find a single boy on the train. Minerva was at the barrier to the muggle side while a dark-skinned Auror and another Auror were at the floo and apparition point.
So, yes, I need to know the correct size of the butt plug I need to tolerate.
Millie
{s}
"Mister Potter, where were you during the Yule Holiday?" Minerva asked with a tone.
"Why should I tell you? It is none of your business, ma'am."
"That will be a week of detention for your attitude. We only let you leave the castle because you were going to the Burrow," Minerva stated.
"Where is it in the bylaws that you have any control over a student during the Yule and Spring Breaks?" Harry asked. "If my guardians allowed, I could spend the entire time in London, and there is nothing you can do about it."
"With the heightened risk, we are banning you from Hogsmeade and Spring Break," Minerva said.
"We will see because you do not have the right to do that," Harry replied. Harry broke out a piece of parchment, wrote something, and went to the owlery.
{s}
"What right do you ban my client from Hogsmeade? Or threaten to make him stay in the castle during his Spring Break? That is something that you are not allowed to do," Theodore Tonks stated.
"It is an internal Hogwarts matter. While for most students I would agree but for Harry, I must insist," Dumbledore said. He already had a headache. How dare anyone question him?
"No, it is not an internal matter. Let me be blunt. If the boy does not have regular correspondence with his solicitor, me; if he is barred from Hogsmeade for no legitimate reason; or if he is not on the express in April, it will be a DMLE issue. I have already talked to Amelia about this. This is your only warning."
"That goes the same for your lapdog," Ted said looking at Minerva earning a scowl from her. "Don't give me that look, I am no longer a student here. Besides, you berated Mister Potter because he was not at the Burrow during the Yule Break. Matter of fact, you assigned him a week of detention for not doing so. I expect the detentions reversed. Now, or I will take this to the board."
"In case you try anything Dumbledore, I told my daughter what we would discuss. If I come back any other way…"
"How dare you!" Minerva shrieked.
"I do not trust either of you. If you truly cared about your students, you would either have Aurors on site to protect all the students or cancel any Hogsmeade weekends. Your pride prevents you from the first, and greed from the second. Where does protecting all of your students compare with that, huh? Mister Potter is correct, you just want to have total control over him. Well, that is not going to happen. Now do I have to take all this to the board or are you going to leave him alone?" Tonks asked.
"Fine, the detentions are removed, and Harry will be allowed on the express for spring," Dumbledore said.
"Good, I will leave you to it, then," Tonks said as he left.
Once the gargoyle signaled that the visitor was gone. "What are we going to do, Albus? I thought you had Molly send laced treats to the boy?" Minerva asked.
"I gather the boy does not always eat the treats. He also shows surprising resistance to the potions. You need to rein in the head boy, girl, and prefects. Tell them to quit inspecting broom closets. Also, encourage the youngest Weasley to be more physical with Harry. We are running out of time. I will send an owl to Molly. It is time to start dosing Ginevra with lust potions. She needs to be pregnant before Harry starts the third task. It is for the greater good, after all."
"I will Albus. Are you sure where this will lead?" Minerva asked.
"Yes, Molly already set up Ginevra's will. When she dies, and if any children of hers, also die, the inheritance will go to both Hogwarts and I.
"That is just too bad. I will use her pregnancy to put the screws on the students, especially the mudbloods. Then we she has an accident, I will use her as a martyr to pureblood supremacy," McGonagall said causing both to smile.
{s}
Harry was having a wonderful spring. Both Millie and Ginny not only allowed him to run his hands all over them, but they also encouraged it. Millie did not want him to go further. So did Ginny, but she did not say stop when he got his hands under her bra and knickers.
Harry had to wonder what was going on with Ginny. Verbally, the girl did not want to go further than snogging with tongues until the wedding night. Once they got started, she did not stop him. Hell, she did things like wear no bra or knickers on occasion. Or push his hands under her outer clothes. Afterward, she never complained. He knew she wasn't on her fertility potion yet.
Millie was better. She would freeze up if he went too far. That allowed him to back off. What was better, Millie never complained if he stopped instantly when she froze up. She also pushed. Her hands felt up his bare chest, arse, and at least twice, she massaged his length in his briefs.
"Well Millie, when shall we meet again," Harry asked.
"You are such a boy," Millie responded.
"Is that a problem?" Harry asked with a knicker-ruining smirk.
"No, of course not. I am looking forward to you being inside me. In the meantime, we need to talk." Millie said.
"About what?"
"You are still having issues with Hermione and Ginny."
"Yes, with Gin, how is this much different than rape?"
"I overheard her talking with her head of the house. You were the point of chat."
Harry sighed. This reminded him of his chats with Death. He expected it to provide bad or fucked up information. "How Bad?"
"Since you are going to die before the end of next year, Ginny agreed to have your bun in her oven before then. She will start her fertility potion next school term. She hates your touch but… The cat disagrees. To her, the sooner the slag is with the child, the better. Both are sure she will have a loving husband for her grieving widow when she is older. So Ginny just has to force herself through this. Hell, her mother even agreed to take care of her child or children."
"Mein Gott!" Harry said unhappily. "What should I do?"
"Since Ginny hoped you would die in a horribly painful way, to pay for her labor pains and other discomfort she will have," Millie said. "Well this year, I am not sure if we will get to using our mouths and tongues on each other's sensitive bits. I would hope you will use her mouth. I have the perfect charms for that. She could not bite you, throw up, or pass out. Then next year, before you take her innocence, take her arse. Before you ask, I have a cleaning charm and one that will lubricate you enough so you derive pleasure. It will do nothing for her."
"Isn't that…"
"Ginny said that she hoped Tom would imperius you to walk into a fire and burn to death for all the work she would have to do to fix her body after she spawns your child. Hell, she asked if the half-blooded bastard died before his or her majority, would she get all of the inheritance."
Harry shook his head. The more he learned, the more he could see why Death said magical Britain did not deserve to live.
"Matter of fact, since I have the charms to stretch my throat, and ensure I do not choke, oral from me is out until you get your aggression out on her," Millie said. "I don't feel I should tolerate your anger on me."
"Okay, I can agree with that. Though, but by that prep, would that mean your lower bits are open after I have Ginny there?" Harry asked.
"Of course, I have better lubrication charms and a stretching charm. Though I will also have to be ready. Which I noticed you only go as far as I push you to," Millie said with a smile.
"I am a little scared of how twisted we will be once you are comfortable," Harry said causing Millie to laugh menacingly. Harry shook his head but smiled. It was fun to explore with Millie.