Lord Black Dark Lord Potter

by VizeerLord

Tired of Fudge and the Prophet calling him a Dark Lord in the making Harry decides that he has had enough. The Breaking Point is when Umbridge turned her Blood Quill on a Muggleborn First Year. They wanted a Dark Lord, they would get a Dark Lord

Lord Black, Dark Lord Potter

He looked at the words blazing in the air before and above the Village and him in killing curse green. The colour of his eyes

He smiled.

"My Lord" a follower knelt one pace over and one back. "Battle is ours. We have taken Hogsmead Village. No damage done to the Inns or shops… with the exception of Zonkos. But two of your Guard targeted that shop as the calling card of our attack."

" Yes, they can be a handful." The scared face of Harry Potter turned to look over the Village. "And how is the Tower Construction coming along?"

"The Foundation is set, and the Basement has been dug. Architect is directing the shaping and placing of the stones. Medic is caring for the wounded, on both sides." The minion answered. "The Guard is over seeing the civilians and the Innkeeper is demanding that we explain what we are doing and planning here."

"I will answer their questions." Harry turned and limped to stand before the fire and busty Innkeeper. Her age has only stoked her temper from the time his Father and Uncles attended the School at the top of the hill. "Madam Rosmerta. Thank you for your patience in waiting for me to finish my duties as the overlord of Hogsmead."

" What are you doing? "

"Well, I was accused of being a Dark Lord." He gave her his twisted grin. " And if the Prophet is going to call me a Dark Lord, then I must be one. Now, I have no need to finish my schooling if I am not going to be accepted in those hallowed halls and walls. I was betrayed this last summer by those who called themselves my friends. Now as a humble man, I am willing to give people a second chance. The people of Hogsmead Village have not betrayed me, but I need a place to build my empire from. As Lord Potter and Lord Black I own enough of the land here to build my tower. Then I use my power as the overlord to declare Eminent Domain and fold the Village into my holding. When my Architect is finished with the tower she will be to each shop and house to rune-ward against damage."

" And why should we submit to you?"

"Simple answer, because there can only be one Dark Lord in any nation." Harry tucked his thumbs into his belt "Now, if I am the Dark Lord, I am bound to protect my vessels and minions from anyone trying to harm them. That privilege is mine and mine alone." He smiled at the sheeple behind her, "If I was correct and 'he who buggers snakes' has returned, he will need to move against me publicly, and then I can, under my banner, burn him out. And with him, those poor unfortunate souls who are too weak of mind to resist his control."

" What are your plans for the village?" a panicked shopkeeper cried out.

"That depends." Harry lost his smile. "Am I just your overlord or your Patron? One I protect what is mine, and only take what is my due, or do I rebuild this village into its ideal? "

" Rebuild?" The Archivist from the bookshop perked up.

"Yes. Rebuild. This is supposedly a magical village trapped in the image of the mid seventeenth century. With the exception of the Train Station, I plan to alter the outside of the shops and houses to reflect this. On the inside, I am hoping that everyone will allow me to bring as much of the muggle way of doing things that can be displayed as magical. Lights will be spell based torches instead of candles and real flame. Plumbing to take care of cleaning and sanitizing our village. All of this to be based on runes and wards." He shook his head, you have until my tower is finished to decide. If you would rather sell out, I will buy your store and or house… at fair market value."

He turned and limped away.

[Flashback]

He had taken exception to Umbridge's Actions at the School, her turning her blood quill on first years, he called her out in the front hall.

A cutting charm behind left him with a limp, but he had removed Malfoy's Wand arm to the elbow with a severing charm and a fire curse. Umbridge's wand exploded and took her hand too.

The rest of Slytherin House dove for cover.

Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were just a second behind them. Half of Gryphondore

Stood, drawing their wands. Half dove for cover, also drawing wands. Ronald Weasley just kept on eating.

"Mister Potter! " Albus Dumbledore leaned his elbows on the table before him, steepling his finger before his mouth. "That was unnessa-"

"No Headmaster. It was very Nessa." He held the back of his hand up to show the carved scaring. "First she tells me to not tell lies, then has me inflict permanent damage to myself when I do as she demands. When it was just me, I could let it slide. But when she turned that Black Quill on a firsty, whose only crime was being a muggleborn asking for help on his homework from a third year in the library. When I tried to alert My Head of House to what was happening in these halls, I was told to, and I quote, 'Keep your head down.' I am sorry, but Hogwarts has betrayed me for the last time. I will recognize it as Holy Ground and that it is Neutral Ground. But I am no longer required to stay." He dropped his robe on the floor. "Dobby, collect my things, and meet me at the Gates. My Mates are welcome to come, but I will not be allowing my betrayers to join me."

He exited the Hall.

A six second count then the redheaded twins stood, as did their sister and their black dorm mate. The brown haired witch that was always nagging at him was a second behind them, as were two blond witches and a brunette from the Slytherin and a silver eyed blond from Ravenclaw.

Two Hufflepuffs, a blond and a busty redhead stood a hefty lad in Gryffindor colours. After a few minutes of whispering the blond witch turned and waved to her Head of House as the trio trotted on out, following Potter.

Snape rose from his seat and made to follow, but twisted away from a spell sent his way from McGonagall.

"Let them. You don't need the aggravation that their parents will bring to your door. We will send letters to their parents and explain that we could not bring them back without using force above and beyond what is allowed by the School's remit." The Headmistress sighed. "You need to call Lord Malfoy, and get Mr Malfoy to St Mungos. If it was a simple cutting charm, Poppy could reattach it, but Potter removed that option. I will see to Delores. Albus will need to see to Fudge and Director Bones. Filius, search the DADA classroom and office. You know what you're looking for. Prefects see to your duties, all students will report to their dorms and finish dinner there."

The Charms professor scurried out of the Hall as fast as his little feet could carry him.

The whole Hall was silent, looking at the High Table.

McGonagall cleared her throat.

The Gryphondores bolted for the stairs to their Dorms.

Hufflepuffs looked at each other and followed the brave warriors in retreat.

The Ravenclaw collected their books and moved with a quick yet purposeful stride from the Hall.

Last to leave was Slytherin House. They moved slowly as it was their decision to head to the Pit.

Snape snorted, as he summoned Draco's wand and arm to hand before levitating the unconscious wizard out of the Hall to the Medical Wing. While McGonagall followed his wake, 'Accidently' bouncing the toad face witch off every third step up the stairs and any door jams and armor that was on her path. Even she had to swing the witch from her right hand side to the left.

Madam Pomfrey had Opened the Floo to the waiting room of St Mungo's.

LBDLP

As she stepped out of the Floo on the London side, she pulled a little too hard and 'accidentally' slammed the Witch's face into the reception desk as Snape followed his Godson into the emergency reception.

"Welcome." The Perky Welcome-witch smiled at the Headmistress. Her name tag read Perky. "How can St Mungo's help you, Professor?"

" There was a conflict in the Great Hall just as dinner was being. One of my cubs took exception to the DADA Professor's treatment of another of my cubs. The Professor lost her wand. It exploded and took her hand. Now there are some rather disturbing charges levied at her." Minnie twitched her wand, pounding the pink terror head first into the molded stone desk. "I need to see the Healer in charge of the DMLE detention wing."

Perky stood to peer over her raised desk and recognized the witch in pink. "Oh dear! We need to hurry, or her face will be stuck like that." She picked up a Mike from the fifties, and spoke loudly into it. "Healer Tonks, to Reception. I repeat , Healer Tonks to Reception. Code Red Coat. Repeat, Code Red Coat. Thank you."

The Headmistress raised an eyebrow, 'Code Red Coat? "

" To bring auror assistance. That Hag you are denting my desk with is not liked in these halls. She has made several public comments to and about Healer Tonks daughter."

McGonagall twitched her wand again. "The girl is a halfblood and this pink piece of…" the Scottish Witch used a word in high celt that Perky did not know. "And from a respected blood lineage no less. The only person lower than the girl is her mother." Minnie smiled as a stiff backed witch in green robes entered the reception area, followed by two women in red robes, all three had wands in hand. "Andi, So sad to have to meet in these circumstances." She dropped the witch, rolling her wand as she canceled the spell, causing the person in pastel pink to face flop on the marble flagstones. She briefly hugged the Healer. "This hag needs to help until Bones orders her release. He is charged with torturing students including but not limited to Harry Potter."

Healer Tonks raised her chin. A frown on her regal features until she saw who was on the floor. "Oh, Minnie. You bring the sweetest gifts." She twitched her wand and the Hag in Pink rose and was escorted from the reception area.

McGonagall shook hands with Perky and returned to Hogwarts.

[Flashback ends]

Potter limped to the tower that six elves were shaping and placing stone blocks into the tower walls on the Station side of Hogsmead. Hermione in her gray robes of a follower of the Dark Lord Potter, was directing where each stone went. In truth the Elves were humoring her. As a stone was set, an elf, hidden from her sight, would fuse the stone into the others around it. The Elf was drawing on Harry's core to handle the workload, but was a matter of channeling the power, rather than using his own. Harry was a walking leyline for all purposes. The stone blocks were six feet by six feet. Or in arcane terms, four cubits by four cubits. While they were only a single cubits thick, the stones had glyph-runes for strength, impervious and indestructibility. The shaped the partial glyphs around the edge of each stone block, and as they were set in place, they fused with the runes on the stones around them. As each block was placed, Hermione would double check the layout.

Harry smiled at each Elf that was lifting the blocks from the pit of the basement. Hermione was so focused on her work she had overlooked where the stone was coming from.

The Twins Weasley and Lee were supervising six elves in the cutting of the stone from under the village heading to the cellar of Honeydukes. The plan was to merge the two passages to allow escape from either Hogwarts or Hogsmead to the other. There were even plans to merge with the tunnel under the Whomping Willow.

He nodded before turning towards the train station where Greengrass had set up a M. A. S. H. tent and was patching up those she could. Those she couldn't, she had her elves pop to St Mungo's.

While they could have just put up the Tower they needed to Declare War on Fudge and Dumbledore. Yesterday Harry had sent the Quibbler, the Prophet, and Witch Weekly announcements for Declaring war on Fudge and Dumbledore. He clarified that he was only against Fudge and Dumbledore. That the Ministry and Hogwarts were considered Neutral Ground as was St Mungo's. He even publicly invited Skeeter to a formal interview as long as she left her triple 'Q' quills at home.

Seeing Harry at the door of Her tent, Daphne scuttled over to him, running her wand over him. Something she learned from her mother, a Healer from St Mungo's. Daphne was wearing the faded green of an apprentice Healer.

Risking over her readings, she glared at the boy-Lord. "You are not allowing your body to heal. You are pulling on your core to keep you moving. With you anchoring the Elves that have not chosen me, Bones and Abbot, even your core is going to run out" she gripped his chin with the thumb and forehead finger of her left hand, to peer then scan his scar… "I still say you should let me heal that."

The Curse scar on his forehead had taken Umbitch's cutting hex as he tried to fuck as he threw a [reducto] at her and as his spell exploded her wand, her ribbon cutter caught him across the scar down the side of his face to his jaw. He now had a lightning bolt from the center of his forehead to his jawline. It was a miracle that it missed his eye. Now when he got pissed enough for his eyes to flare green so did his scar.

The black puss of the horcrux was covered by his blood as he exited the Great Hall the week before. When Daphne caught up to him at the Gates, she hosed his face clean with a low powered water charm, and while the blood was wiped away, the black puss required a little more power to wash away. She was able to heal the cut in his leg, but because it took so long for her to catch up, her healing spells left him with a limp.

Over the next week they discovered that his magic had increased tenfold in power, reserves, and potency. Unfortunately his control had not increased as well. In a combat situation he was a tank. But embedded a book in the ceiling when he tried to get it to hover. He was now forbidden to use his wand unless he was in combat or had Hermione and Daphne watching him.

Bark.

Harry turned to look at Hedwig as she preened on a tree branch nearby. "What do you have to say, Love of my Heart?"

The owl burped and tucked her head under a wing.

Harry threw hands in the air. "In that case, I am going to the Alley. I need to see Olivander about Holly."

"Okay, but take the Damn Dog with you!" Daphne turned and returned to those in her care.

Harry turned and hobbled to Three Broomsticks Inn. A pair of gray hooded minions fell into lock step as he passed the Tower, as a Grim trotted up, it's tail wagging as he approached the Village Square.

Most of the people had dispersed from the square where he had met them twenty minutes ago.

"Honeypot. I am going to the Alley. Viking has no problem following me into a possible war zone. But I did ask you to join the Guard. The Major I know her Aunt would see to her training in the basics, and this last week has learned and reinforced that training. You were more of a Support Witch."

The hood that hid everything once it was up, shook. A soft voice drifted from within. "Milord, Sparky and the Major are watching over the Village if anyone tries to attack before you get back. The Twins and Architect are building the Tower, Medic is patching up everybody that was not sent to St Mungo's. Don't even ask what Starchild is doing. As for Skippy, she is placing the ward stones. You will need someone who has some medical training for when you take a spell instead of ducking because of an innocent."

Viking snorted.

The Grim woofed.

Harry sighed. "Okay, but stay close to either Viking or myself. Your shield spells suck."

As they opened the door to the Inn, they noticed it was packed. Harry raised an eyebrow, before digging a handful of Galleons from his money bag, and dropped them on the counter. "The next round is on me. When I return I will cover anything I owe if that is not enough. Otherwise keep the change." The four of them entered the Floo, Viking led the way, with Potter taking the Grim next, and Honeypot last.

LBDLP

As they exited the Floo in the Leaky Cauldron, they swiped the ash from their robes, before Honeypot led the way out back, and into the Alley.

It being midday on a weekday, the Alley was busy, but overly so. The dark cloaks and the scar brought a raised eyebrow while the Grim caused a few people to draw back and give them room.

At Olivander's, they entered and waited. Two minutes later the frizzle haired wand master entered from his workshop. "Holly and Phoenix tail feather… Mr. Potter. Ash and Unicorn… Frank Longbottom? But he is… You must be Neville." A sad look on his face. Before his eyes shifted to the other hooded figure. "Maple and Unicorn. Miss Abbot. Good to see you." He frowned before he peered over the counter at the 'dog'. "Black oak and dragon heartstring. Now I know that the wand's owner is dead. Best thing he ever did. His wife did everyone a favour when she sank that dirk into his heart. Mr. Black, as you are standing beside Mr Potter, I take it that you are not guilty of the crimes you are accused of."

" That is correct sir." Harryset Holy on the counter.

The wand crafter snatched it up. "What did you do to her?"

"Last, a wide area stunner cast at three squads of Aurors that decided to dispute my claiming Hogsmead Village as mine. The Ministry, St Mungo's and Hogwarts are Neutral Ground, and I ask that you consider my offer that I include your shop as well. If anyone attacks you or the shop, they are fair game. Their allies are fair game. You are needed for wand crafting and wand maintenance. You are the only Ministry Recognized Wand Crafter. While others might make bespoke wands, I am told that they start at two hundred fifty Galleons and go up. You match your wands to the wizard, and only bespoke a wand if your selection is lacking." Harry smiled, "And by being the go to Wand guy, you are able to sell the first wand for only Seven Galleons."

Olivander raised an eyebrow at the lad. Before returning to inspecting the wand in his fingertips. "Interesting. She has crossed her sister." He quickly looked at the lad again. " Describe to me what happened!"

" Third Task of the Tournament. The cup was a portkey. Diggory and I ended up in a graveyard. Diggory was murdered at the Order of 'He who stores a snake up his bum' before they performed the ritual to return him to human-ish form. He used my blood, forcefully taken. It gave him immunity to the magic my mother had gifted me with, but I don't think he got the protection that she gave me.

"He summoned his chattel to bow at his feet before he killed me in a mock duel. As our wands fired our spells choice, the line of fire was perfect and the spells clashed and a test of will power insued. A dome of golden light fell over us as his flunkies tried to come to his aide. Then three beads of light were forced into his wand and ghosts of his last spells cast appeared between us. First was Diggory, A muggle caretaker, and… " Harry took a deep breath. "My Parents. I was told that they would buy me a few seconds for me to escape. Diggory asked that I take his body with me, and then all hell broke loose and I ran to the body and summoned the cup and returned to Hogwarts."

Olivander nodded. "That was the breaking point. I can't even get a a [Lumio] out of this. The only reason this even works for you is you are pouring uncontrolled power through it and burning it out from the inside. You have at most two spells before this burns to ash."

"So If I traded her to display as a collectors item, the Wand of Harry Potter, and Promise that if I can recover it, the Wand of Tom Riddle, to put up as a matched pair…" Harry smiled at the white haired man.

" You and the Grim come on back, your guard can wait here or go shopping." The Craft Master opened the counter so the dog and his lad could head on back to the workshop.

The two hooded figures headed out to do some shopping as they waited for their Lord.

LBDLP

Fudge glared at the leader of the three squads of Aurors that he could order to bring the Dark Lord Potter to heel without Bones opposing his orders. With Delores tied up with her other duties he had to handle the details of running his office.

"Dawlish, explain to me, again, just how is it that you were beaten by a fifth year boy when you were leading seventeen trained and hardened veteran Aurors. And make it good! "

" Sir." The man was covered in dust, minor cuts, abrasions, and contusions. The was blood glittering on his red leather robes. "He is not just one 'boy'. He is a full Dark Lord. The only reason he didn't kill us was because we were not a threat to him, and he respects the Director. His words. The damage I am showing was from his Followers. He called them the Grey Guard. He waited ten minutes before drawing his wand and stunning everyone. And that was because someone was trying to kill one of his Guard. Jameson fired a dark fire ball at a witch in the ranks, and she got a shield up as she ducked and the spell smashed into a stone section of the wall of the Three Broomsticks. Think she twisted her ankle, but as long as we were using stunners, cutters, binders and blasters, he allowed his Guard to deal with us. He revived me so I could report to you that Hogsmead Village was now his. We could visit and shop, but he is the Law in the Village."

" Can he do that? " the pudgy man asked in disbelief.

" Most likely. " Dawlish hung his head. "I heard the Director's Niece's voice when he called for the Major to assist their Medic with the healing of the injured of both sides. I didn't see the medic as I was escorted to the Three Broomsticks and tossed into the Floo." He glared at the Minister."Literally. Headfirst into the flames and skidded out into the atrium some ten paces. I want the first crack at Viking."

Fudge waved at the door. "Go report to the DMLE that a bunch of Aurors were attacked while carrying out their orders."

As the door closed behind the lackey, Fudge put his head in his hands and sighed. Where was Delores when he needed her!

(He doesn't know that she is being held in the DMLE wing at St Mungo's. Both Bones and Tonks are ignoring her demands to be released. )

LBDLP

Six hours later, Harry returned to Hogsmead by the way of the Three Broomsticks, and as he hobbled to the Tower, he leaned on his new Blackthorn cane, as Padfoot sulked as trailed along in a shiny silver studded and spiked collar.

Hermione turned to look as they approached. "What's wrong with Snuffles?"

"He doesn't like his new collar." Harry looked at the pouting grim. "I was getting owl treats and cat treats for our familiars, and he wanted a rawhide bone. So while he was licking it as we waited for the shop wizard to finish with the witch ahead of us, Honeypot found a real silver spiked and studded collar. You know how this asshole likes to fight werewolves… so I bought it for him, and when he was looking at a kneazle teasing him within her cage, I slipped it on him, and he has pouted ever since."

Hermione smiled at the 'dog'. "Well I will say that he went from a Grim. To a War-Grim. Before he was a Defender. Now he is an Aggressor. We are going to have to change his name from Snuffles to something more aggressive. Just avoid names like Killer and Spike."

"Ripper is also out," Harry pulled the rawhide bone from his pocket. He dropped it beside the Grim, "Go see if the pretty witches watching us from the shadows are willing to pet the mean puppy."

The Grim, perked up, looked around and collected his bone and pranced off to seek pets and scratches.

"How goes the tower?"

" Well, we have the first two floors of the wall done. I know I said five floors up, but will we have the stone?"

" Let me and the twins worry about finding you stone. I am going to have Logistics put up the Tent and start on Dinner. I know that we could just bum something from the Castle, but when we walked out… we forfeited our rights to the Castle adminities. Medical wants me to rest, if not actually sleep. With the majority of the Elves bonded to me, I am starting to run a little low." He kissed her check and hobbled off calling for 'Logistics'.

Viking turned to Honeypot, "Go with him, make sure he is resting, not plotting our next move. I am going to speak to the Woodsman. The plans call for wooden floors for the most part. We will need both the ground and the first floors by noon tomorrow." He pounded his new staff on the ground, "I also need to see what he has in tree seeds." The hulking wizard in gray robes wandered off.

The two witches looked at each other before they returned to the duties they were assigned.

LBDLP

From the window of his private observatory, the Headmaster of Hogwarts watched the burning letters over Hogsmead Village. To read what they said he had to use his Telescope.

[Flashback]

At the Five o'clock strike of the Clock in the Tower, a Highland Terrier Patronus bounded into his office. "Headmaster, It's Kingsley."

"Come on through." The Headmaster looked from the desk as he finished signing his name on the employment termination form. The DADA professor was missing in action for a week straight. The Headmaster now had means to remove her permanently. He just needed to fill the position before the next was up… and a perfect candidate was stepping out of the Floo.

"Sir. Have you heard what is happening down in the Village?"

"No?" The old man frowned before rising and stepping around to the glass bubble that was his Astronomy Observatory. He saw something floating over the Village. He swung the Telescope around and focused it to peer down at the village.

Lord Black, Dark Lord Potter.

'oh Harry, what have you done?' Keeping his eye to the lens, "What is it that you have to report about this?"

"Dawlish led three squads of Aurors against him after he said he was going to annex the Village into the Empire. We thought that it was a joke when the Quibbler posted his plan to overrun Hogsmead. But then Witch Weekly and the Prophet also ran notices that Potter was not taking what was saying laying down.

At Noon, Potter and eleven others. entered the Village by Portkey. The eighteen Aurors, all of them loyal to Fudge or Malfoy, faced off against Potter and his Grey Guard. He told Dawlish to bend over and let Fudge ride off into the sunset. His words. As long as both sides played with kid gloves, Potter just stood there, deflecting any spell that might hit him into the ground, just swatting like angry houseflies. Vance was there under cover, observe and report. When Jameson threw a dark fire spell at a witch to Potter's left, he came alive. He first watched her shield and duck under the spell. Good thing she did both the spell shattered her spell, but because it was at an angle as she fell backwards, it was deflected in the wall above the Villagers watching out the Three Broomsticks."

The black man took his hat off and wiped his face with his off hand."The young Lord with a simple flick of his wrist, silently stunned everyone in a red robe. One of the Grey Guard threw of her cloak and wearing apprentice Healer green, yelled for her Elves to put up her tent and to start moving the wounded to the Tent.

Another paced off a space between the village, the train station, and the Lake. She scuffed the ground and made a circle sixty metres across. Vance watched Potter limp up to Dawlish and wave his hand and revive the asshole. They were to far for Vance to hear anything but the Biggest Wizard grabbed John by the scruff of his robes and marched him to the Three Broomsticks before tossing him head first into the Floo."

"This was at Noon?" Albus pulled away from the eyepiece. Glaring at the Auror, who was looking out an open window down at the village. "Why did you wait until now to report?"

"Three of the Aurors were shipped to St Mungo's for medical treatment. Mostly broken bones or deep wounds to the legs and arms. Nothing the Grey Guard used pierced the dragonhide of the torso. The three underwent the standard practice of having their bones vanished and drinking skele gro. Five more returned via three the Floo with notes that then needed to be treated for concussion and other head trauma. It seems that the Healer Apprentice is only at the lower medi-witch skill level. She just treated the boo-boos and sent them on their way. She had them lay still until they could walk in a straight line. The other ten just had cuts and abrasions. Stuff she was quick to heal and give them a blood pop. "

"Blood pop?"

" It helps with blood replenishment." Shacklebolt shook his head, " Bones read them the riot act and assigned them to the worst duty she could. Cleaning the drunk tank by hand."

Albus giminced. His informant, Fletcher was often tossed in there either because he was drunk or he had pissed off an Auror that had probable cause.

"What is Director Bones going to do about it?" Albus returned to peering through his telescope. He moved the line of sight towards the train station. There he saw something through the trees. There was not enough there for him to see, but he could see something was being raised quickly and only Elves or Goblins could build something that fast.

He turned to look at the man standing by his Familiar. "Not sure if you heard but my DADA professor has disappeared and I just declared her MIA. I need to fill the spot in one week or the Ministry can assign someone of their choosing. If an Auror in good standing with the DMLE were to take a sabbatical and teach the students, I could see that they only need to keep the students busy until the winter break and then fill out a plan for their course work."

The black man turned to look at the Headmaster ""If your new DADA professor were to use his time to say …spy on the Village below and work the students into a training regimen that improves their physical and magical health…"

"You would need to assign a new course book for them to either owl-order or pick up over the Break." Albus peered again through his view finder. If you can get Bones to assign you as well… I just need a Professor until June."

"I will do it. I have some sick leave saved up, but for someone to keep an eye on the Village, I think Bones will assign me undercover. With your leave. " the black man vanished into the green bloom of the Floo.

[Flashback ends]

For over an hour, Albus stood at the telescope peering down at the Village.

He stepped back and cast a Massager Patronus first to Hagrid to hitch up a carriage for him and others to ride down to the Village. Another to Snape asking him along, because he saw things that the old man missed. And a third to McGonagall inviting her to join him on a little trip.

One last one was sent to Sprout asking Her to watch the students for the night.

He did not request Flitwick, the Duel Master would either join or he would stay behind.

He then made his way down to the courtyard just as Hagrid lead two of the Schools thestral hitched to an open carriage. While it was chilly out, snow was not due for a few weeks.

A sour air announced the arrival of Snape as a Tabby Queen striped his legs before trotting to the carriage and hoping in. McGonagall shifted to Human and settled her shawl about her shoulders before sitting on the bench facing forward. Snape snorted and sat facing her. Albus smiled as he climbed into the carriage and sat beside Minerva.

whistling through his teeth, Albus called out to the two equines, "Tothe Village please. At your preferred pace." He smiled at Snape, " I wonder if my order of Lemon drops are in."

" Sir. If you invited us to join you for a candy run…"

" Oh no. I am just using that as my cover. I am hoping to inspect the Village and see what Potter has done before I read it in the Prophet tomorrow."

LBDLP

Hannah had thrown her hood back as she sipped her rose hip tea, with sugar and honey, as she watched Potter recline with a book of spells grade six.

He had narrowed the book from the twins, and was learning new spells while he sipped a butter beer. It was not one of Rosmerta's but she only sold by the mugful at this time. Ogdens sold the bottled stuff, as did triple P. Tonight he was drinking an Ogden creamy.

Black was in Padfoot form, sulking as he worried his bone. Hedwig slept on a perch by the fire and Crookshanks lounged across Harry's lap. Dobby was dancing around the Kitchen as he cooked for Master Harry Potter Sir and his Guard. Harry noticed that the Elves were able to pronounce the codenames easier than their given names.

Padfoot perked up as he heard something and woofed, before gliding to his feet and stalking to the door. Harry set his book aside and picked up the 'cat' and moved to follow the 'dog'.

As Hannah stood to follow, she flipped her hood over her head, and her face finished into Shadow.

Harry leaned on his cane as followed the Grim into the Twilight gloom. There he heard the jingle of the Thestral harness bells as the carriage trotted up to the base of the tower, trying to give the impression that they were just heading to the Village.

Harry smirked as he adjusted his grip on his cane. The old man was coming to poke his broken nose into things he would ignore if it was anyone other than Harry Potter involved.

"Evening Professors." He hailed the three people snuggled in the heated seats of the vehicle. He reached out and scratched the forehead of the closest 'horse' before working his way up to behind its ear. "What brings you out in this cold night air? "

" Just going to see if my order of Lemon drops are in." The old man smiled at the 'lad'.

Harry raised his eyebrow, before stepping aside to allow the carriage through. "Welcome to Hogsmead Village. We hope you find everything you are looking for." His smile was just like his Father's.

Something caught Snape's eye, and he swung down and began to stride towards the train station.

McGonagall stepped down, as a Brutish Grey Robes wizard leaning on a staff stepped forward to hand her down from the Vehicle. Try as she might she could not see into the hood.

Once only Albus remained in the Carriage, the beasts moved on tothe sweet shop.

"Mister Potter, just what are you playing at?"

"That's just it." Harry lost all joy from his eyes and face, "Both Fudge and Dumbledore have tried to use me, and betrayed me. Between the Slander in the Prophet and the Trail, I can claim that Fudge has burned his Bridge. Snape never let his be built. Albus has not only burned his Bridge, he fiend-fired it. Don't even talk to me about Ronald. It saddens me to declare that you have betrayed me twice. First in my first year when we reported that the stone was in danger, and this year when I tried to report what Umbridge had done. Because I learned that you were my Father's Godmother and one of my backup guardians should Sirius be unable to take custody of me. Because of a catch 22 SNAFU, Sirius ended up in the slammer and I ended where I would prefer Sirius' Treatment, you were denied your rights as James's Godmother. I will forgive you one of your transgressions. So Aunt Minnie, where do we stand from your side of the bridge?"

The sturn scot scowled, as she thought over her next move. She looked up at the burning letters in the sky. "I find myself torn right now. I want to take you into my arms and hug you and never let you go. I also want to yell at you about how stupid this course of action is. You are just begging for Fudge and Dumbledore to do something stupid."

"Fudge has already tried to have me arrested., just because I won't bend my knee to him. I have shown my Colours, and I bend knee only to the Queen, and the Law as of July 31st."

" What about the Students?" The Headmistress asked.

Harry raised an eyebrow, "We welcome any and all Visitors who obey the Law and polite society. We Welcome the Students of our esteemed Neighbor of Hogwarts. Anyone who comes here looking for Trouble will find it, and not just the legal calling. You come with malice and you might not leave. You come seeking good clean fun, and we will do everything we can to ensure that you are all smiles and laughter when we send you home."

The witch glared at the copy of her Godson. "And if trouble should come from outside while our students are visiting?"

" Half of our members are noncombatants, and their primary jobs are care and safety of the other noncombatants. Those who are Battle trained, spend all our time we are not building our Village training for when someone stupid decides to come calling. We are working on plans for the safety of our Guests and Members of Society that can't defend themselves."

McGonagall sees the Grim looking up at her from behind the Lad's legs. " I see that you are taking in strays." The Grim starts wagging his tail, thumping Harry as it showed his eagerness to please the Witch that stood over him. "What are you going to do about your OWLs and NEWTs?"

" We will either write to the Department for an examiner to visit the week before or after Hogwarts testing. Of course we might just descend on the Ministry as a pack and take our tests while we hold off the hoards of stupidity that infects your Government."

McGonagall just shook her head. "Keep them safe, please." She turned and walked over to inspect the Tower as the Bluebell Flames danced around the sheer stone structure.

LBDLP

Snape ducked into the faded green tent, pulling up once he was inside for two reasons. One was because what was a Muggle Tent outside, was a similar setup as the Medical Wing of Hogwarts.

Two was because there were four wands pointing at him.

"Professor. Hands behind your back please." Greengrass was the only one not in a grey hooded robe, showing her face, her hair in a tight braid and pinned tightly to her skull. The other three he recognized by their wands as the younger Greengrass, Davis, and the Weasellet.

He clasped his hands behind his back, the left hand holding the right wrist. Once his hands were behind his back, he was allowed into the tent proper. As he stepped past the Apprentice Healer, he felt the sticking charm strike his wrist, binding his hands in place. He snorted, but made no move to fight them.

He was no Medi-wizard, but his years dealing with Matron Pomfrey had allowed him to know what was needed and what was not needed. While Greengrass had a few more muggle healing items, considering that Granger had helped stock the Tent, and with her parental influence…

He nodded. "So, are you going to be in this tent or what?"

"The Tents are only until the Tower is finished." Daphne slid her wand into a wand bracer on her left wrist. "And we will have it on hand when we are planning on fighting and it is just an Elf away when we are caught on the hop. As we are Apprentices only, we would like a list of Potions that you think we might need. We have all the basic potions that you have taught through last year. What we couldn't brew, Potter bought. Granger likes to brew to relax. She has us well stocked on Burn Paste and Bruise Cream. She is planning on brewing up a batch of Witches Brew, and mild pain potions this weekend. If we could persuade you to spend a few hours supervising us as we replenish our supplies. I am empowered to offer you a fee for the Tutoring session."

" And the Reason you are not asking your mother? "

" She is working this weekend." Daphne smirked. "She just started working in the DMLE wing and is in charge of their long term care patient. It seems that they are trying to help her, but everything they… they just can't fix her face."

The Witch he pegged as Astoria snorted before she walked off to remake a bed.

AN: I wanted to do this as a One shot but it refused to die. Who can Name all of the Grey Guard? Looking for both their birth names and their Guard names.

Thank you.