Dark Lord of Salvatore

02

ISDH

DLS

The kids sat on their trunks as the Grangers and sat in chairs around the small table. Hermione had pulled Crookshanks from the carrier, but wrestled him into a dog harness and leash. A medium sized Dog harness. The travel pouch of jerky she was tidbitting him between ear rubs was helping soothe his temper. His Slave was well trained after all.

"Let me get this straight." Emma set her paper cup down. "You want to take our little girl across the Pond, to a different Private School?"

"Mrs. Dr. Granger." Harry spoke up. "I am going. I just survived a year in Hell, and your Daughter was the only one to stand at my side all the way through. I would love it if she can too. If money is even the slightest bit of an issue, I will cover it. From what she told us, Salvatore covers muggle subjects as well as the arcane arts. Hogwarts does not. Hermione can still have her summer holidays with you, but I need to jump the Pond. The Dursleys and I don't get along. My Godfather and Uncle need a place where they can run, and her story tells me that there might be a place for them there." A thumb jerked towards Ms. Forbes. "I am going. I want Hermione where she is safe from the inbred pureblood idiots and I can protect her from everything else."

"And just how much are you willing to pay to have my daughter as your what…" DR. Granger shifted his shoulders.

"Half of everything in my vaults." Harry looked him in the eye, "I would like a little something for my child to have to buy food. She is my Tutor and Study buddy. Don't tell her, but while I am only pulling A's over double E's and O's, I can pull them in any subject she has taken since the troll." Digging in a pocket, "Not knowing the exact count, or conversion rate, but if the three piles of gold were spread evenly over the ten by ten room… two - two and half feet high." He slapped a gold coin on the table in front of him.

Hermione's eyes glazed over as her lips moved. She was talking to herself. Harry frowned at her, before his eyes nearly exploded out of his head. "Sweet Athena, she is doing the Math, long hand, in her head!" he hissed. Dan and Emma just smirked as they went to sip their drinks.

Hermione's eyes snapped open, "Four point seven million coins." she blinked as she turned to Harry, "You were offering to just hand over two point three five million gold coins, valued at Five Euros each, just to keep me in the same school as you?"

Dan and Emma had frozen with their cups inches from their lips when the number of gold coins was named, but they had been expecting hundreds to low thousands, not …

"Yes?" Harry sounded unsure. "And that was just the gold. No idea how much silver and copper I have in there. It's buried under all the gold."

Dan spasmed, crushing his cup, splashing hot coffee all over his shirt and chest. "Princess-Honey, could you repeat those numbers?"

"Four point seven Million gold coins." Hermione smiled into her Pussy's fur. "Meaning Harry was offering two point three five million for my schooling, and you mocked him not having a few quid in his pockets."

"Dan Dear." Emma set her cup down. "Your chest." the former SAS looked at his chest, before standing, and stripping the soaked shirt off, showing a rippled trunk. Whipping the last of the Coffee up, he turned and walked to the nearby shop and bought a pink tee shirt; 'My sister got the Metro, I got the Line.'

Harry read the shirt, and snorted.

"What?" Hermione asked.

Harry nodded at her Dad. "Back in Third year, Seamus had a very big shirt he wore to bed, reading; 'My Brother got the Mine, I got the Shaft.'

Hermione snorted, before frowning. "I thought Seamus slept in the buff?"

Emma snapped around to look at her daughter, as Dan arrived at the Table.

"He Does." Harry answered, offering a bite of muffin to Crookshanks. "He just wears an oversized shirt to bed. Once under the covers, off comes the shirt."

Dan choked on his Tongue, as Emma grinned like a shark, "And Just how do you know about the sleeping habits of the boys?"

Hermione had that deer in the headlights look. Harry was focused on the cat, so he answered. "Ron talks. Especially to freshly developing blond gossiping mongers, who then speed hours after lights out sharing their hoard of juicy tidbits, right next to some witches trying to fall asleep-p-p." It was here that Harry looked up. Caught in the crosshairs of a Great White Shark and a Bull set to charge, Harry did the only thing he could, He changed the Subject so Fast, everybody got whiplash. "Has Anyone Seen the Dursley's?"

Emma knowing what the boy was doing, and that her daughter was now on the hook, took pity on the boy. "No, I think they either forgot or…"

Harry grinned, before turning to Ms. Forbes. "Take me now. Well not right now… need to hit the bank first and draw some cash first, see about paying our tuition, and making sure my travel papers are in order. But I need to be in your custody."

"Why?" the Woman licked her ruby stained lips.

"Curious Coots, Coggers, Crackpots and Criminal busibodies like to think they have a say in my Life. The Only one who does, everyone else has done everything but walk up and stab him in the chest." Harry huffed. "He is one of the ones who follow me over, and enjoy the freedom the school would offer, and willing to help those who have our gift."

"Okay." Dan bagged his wet shirt. "Hermione will be joining you for the fall semester. In the meantime she will join my wife and I in Nice. I will Let Harry handle the casts up front, and pay him back later, if that is okay. We have to get home, as we are expecting company at the house." he shook hands around, and they bustled out.

"Okay Ms. Forbes." Harry looked at her. "Black Cab? Or Knight Bus?" he stood, bussed the table, and picked up the end of his trunk. He followed her out to the curb. There was one Black Cab, and three groups of people arguing over it. Harry stepped to the other end of the Cab loading zone, and with a look in both directions, flicked his wand high.

Bang. weeze. Coff-coff. Plzzz.

And the purple triple decker bus was there. The rumpled conductor tried to read his speal, but Harry handed the man two galleons("Two to the Leaky Cauldron. Keep the change, Stan."), before dragging his trunk on, stashing it behind a duct-taped lazyboy, that he flopped in, as Ms. Forbes perched on the edge of a Victorian style Captain's chair. "Hold on, the ride gets a little bumpy."

A Wizard three seats over snorts. "A little bumpy he says."

The shrunken heads made a running colour commentary as 'Ern' got the purple whale moving, to the sound of gears grinding, horns honking, bells ringing. Harry knew that the bus could not drive in a straight line to save Ernie's life, so he cast his mind back to that night again…

[Flashback](remember Lee and Luna have Mike/wands and are 'broadcasting' everything to a receptor in the hands of the twins and 'Everybody' is in the Great Hall, getting cocoa and snacks.)

Harry was rolled quickly onto 'his' bed. Just before he was Dropped, Harry noticed Fleur and Cedric propped up with pillows. The Veela was still shaking from the curse. Diggory was half mummy, with a goofy grin on his face.

"Hi ya Harry!" he half shouted, "Spider-bites suck, but the anti-venom is soooo worth it. Thought you were trying to kill me there at the end. Did not see that Bitch! She would have finished me, even if Pretty Poppy had gotten to me."

"Hey, Big Guy." Harry called back, "I ran across a few of those bruisers of Hagrid's. Once they smelled me though, they turned and ran screaming."

"That was what that noise was?" the pretty boy blinked a few times, "Almost pissed myself when I heard it the first time."

"N-n-now b-b-oth m-my s-s-sister and-d i-i-i owe you-u-u." Fluer stuttered out.

"We will settle that later lov." Harry made as if he was patting her hand, but avoided touching her. "Auntie Poppy is going to do what she does best, and I am going to let her, while I get some sleep. Dobby." a pop at his elbow, "empty my pockets, set everything on my bed. In the morning, I will be needing a full breakfast, you know what I like. Take their orders too. See you all in the morning." he was asleep. The rest he learned of later.

"That Lad!" McGonagall hissed throwing her hands into the air, he called me here, and then fell asleep before telling me why.

Poppy looked at her Friend. "Minnie. Draw the Curtains. Come here child, if you are going to be his first line of comfort, you might as well learn how to heal the basics." The next thirty minutes Poppy showed the two Cat-witches every inch of her patient not covered by his boxers. Hermione got her practice in, identifying each and every scar; age, cause, placement, and treatment. Minnie watched the scroll list the wounds. When the witchling was done, she copied it, and gave the copy to Hermione. She turned on her Heel, and strode from the Wing, heading for Albus's office.

DLS

Albus had eased himself into his throne of an office chair. Bones and Fudge were across from him, and four Aurors were around the room, 'guarding' the two Ministry Personal. Albus offered both of them a Lemon drop, before leaning back, and with his fingers steepled, he began weaving a 'web of beguiling'. He had to move slowly, and pull the wool over every mind in the room. His work as the Chief Warlock allowed him to master this skill to encompass the whole 'mot. Six minds was child's play.

"Hammer. Examining this please." Bones held up the 'doll' she got from Potter. "Here between me and The Minister will do. We don't want to be accused of hiding evidence from the Minister."

"Yes, Yes." the stout politician bounced in his chair.

A grey haired witch stepped forward, drawing a set of specs that she perched on the edge of her nose. Taking the doll, and laying it on the floor, pulling a scroll and quill out. Using her wand, first to tap the quill and page, she spoke to the quill, "Date June 3rd, time 22:...17. Item; Doll acquired from Potter HJ. At first scan… item is shrunken. [Finite] Okay, it is the body of a deceased male, dead less than an hour. Cause of Death; strangulation, right handed, either small male or large female. Body is missing the right forearm. Left forearm carries the Dark Mark. A Full Dark Mark. Upper body is hunched, and with the oversized incisors in the overbite, I would bet this male was a Rat Animagus. Due to his poor health, and posture, I would say he spent a good deal of time in the last decade in his animal form, rarely if ever taking on his human form."

"Merlin Woman!" Fudge finally burst out, "Did you have to do that here, of all places?"

"No." Bones leaned over the body, looking at the face. "But then you or that Batrachian Bitch you call a watchdog, cry that the DMLE is keeping things from you. I know that face from somewhere."

A mousy brown auror stepped forward, to peer down. "Morgana's Melons!" He looked at the other guy, "Dawlish, it is Pettigrew! Little Bastard still owes me five Galleons, he does!"

"Impossible!" Fudge yelled, "Pettigrew is dead!"

"Yes." Hammer put away her scroll and quill, "Yes he is. By less than an hour." She spoke as if to a child or the mentaly damaged.

"No! Black Blew him up in '81!" Fudge yelled. "I was there! I cleaned up that Mess!"

The entire Office went silent. Dead silent.

Then the Door slammed open, as a Pissed off witch led with an Crucifixion Hex. Had it hit anyone they would have been hanging in midair like Jeuse(hispanic pronunciation) by the Romans. Albus rolled out of the way, as the Aurors went to one knee around the room. Bones pulled a silver flask from under robes, and unscrewed the lid, before taking a pull. Fudge was trying to burrow under the desk.

"I trusted you… You Defiler of Virgin Goats!" A Bombarda was fired at the Headmaster's groin, but he got his wand up in time to deflect it out the window and over the lake. "He will be okay, Minerva. He will be loved, Minerva. He will be Safe, Minerva!" A lash of lightning lunged from her wand, striking the Headmaster. The Headmistress passed the scroll to Bones. "That wee Bairn has more love to give, then he could spend in a lifetime. Otherwise I would think you were trying to turn him into another Dark Lord!" A piercing hex hit the floor where his groin was, not two seconds ago.

"Minerva, Use your words." Albus dodged a burst of flame from an 'Incendo', "Now, it was all in the name of the Greater Good."

"My words, Old man, would leave this Castle is Ruins and Rubble! It is only because I know how much you will be hurting in the morning, I am not trying anything greater than personal attack spells" The Scott snapped her wand at the Headmaster, causing his robes to bind him in a constricting stocking of steel chainmail. "You will answer for your crimes and sins against the Potters! Each and every last one of them!" Something caught her eye, "Is that Peter Pettigrew?" the Tartaned witch snarled, her eyes shifted and her fangs grew in her anger. "If He is there, That means You were Wrong about Black! So, Why is He still Running? Why Are My Cubs being Hunted, and you sit here in your cozy nest, Lording over us Mortals, Doing Bloody Shag Shit!" a taser bolt hit the metal wrapped wizard.

"Minerva. Breath." Madam Bones offered her the flask. As she pulled, Bones smiled at Fudge. "My Dear Minister. I think you are going to be heading to the Office before Home. Big Day Tomorrow, Awarding Potter his winnings, press conference with the Champions, then you will have to explain how you're going to pay for the big budget increase to the DMLE. A full Dark Mark means Lord V has returned. Of course, You either back Potter, or you Oppose Potter."

"Merlyn!" Fudge grabbed his hat, and ran to the floo, and vanished with a woosh.

DLS

the Great Hall

The twins exchanged looks, as the broadcast system tapped into the Hall's Enchantments, so that the whole Hall heard perfectly. "She must be really pissed."

"With all the mischief we get up to,"

"She has never yelled at us."

"Or used that colourful language."

"How mad is She?" they choursed.

They then shivered in fear.

Lee's ducite tones cut in over the talk in the Headmaster's Office. "Mr. Krum. Seeing as Harry is sleeping tonight off, and Cedric is Flying Higher than you during Game Day…"

"Hey Everybody!" Cedric in the background was easily heard. "Yo Cho! I'm ready for my sponge bath!"

[Stupify] Poppy's voice carried over the link. "I hate forcing patents under, but his blood can't take any more forein toxins, and I can't take another hour of his … Ahh!"

"...yes…" Lee spoke quietly, "And The Angel Delacure has been potioned to sleep to ease the symptoms of her condition…"

"Und I Vuld like to opolize, In my Training for Quiditch, und these Games, I hov failed in my Mind Studies. When the 'veel veelin' attacked, my defenses were not up to the tosk. I was not in control, but as such, I owe Miss DeLacure a Debt of Honor, and I will be meeting with her to talk about it over lunch tomorrow, if she is feeling better."

Lee shifted on his stool, "So why are you here, if you suffered…"

"My wounds were light, ya." Vitor grunted, "But those shelled monsters, Your Beastmaster bred hit me twice before a small spider got a piece of me. Your Medi-Vitch declared me confined to de bed, and my Fans are banned from the Ving. I am taking the night to rest, and heal up. I will meet my Fans over Breakfast, provided I am released."

"Good. And now I am getting the Eye from Nurse Pomphrey. Back to you, Fred and George."

The twins looked at each other, "It Looks like our Champions are out like snuffed candles. Let's check in with Luna, and see what has progressed with the Adults…"

"...Then to top it off, not only did you not notice that one of your oldest friends was not himself, but rather stuffed into his own foot locker, so that he could provide hair samples for the Polyjuice Potion!" Bones Bellowed, "Headmaster, I…" She heaved in a deep breath… and exhaled. "It has come to my Attention that you are overworked, even with all your staff. Come the End of the school year, you will step down from two of your positions, or you will be Stepped Down. It is because of your long years of great and Honourable service, that I am allowing you to choose which you give up. Shacklebolt, bring Moody, Runcorn, you can drag Crouch, and Hammer, please bring Pettigrew. Good Night Minerva. Rot in Hell Albus." There was a swoosh of the floo…

"Good Night Albus. I have Papers to grade before bed." the sound of Professor McGonagall's wooden heel clicking on the stone was heard as the Transmutation Professor left the Headmaster's office. The reason everyone heard the heels down the halls is Luna left with her. "Miss Lovegood, Would you like me to remove that charm for you?"

"Not really, Professor, but you should anyway. If I am going to be sneaking around the Castle, I either need to develop the skills on my own, or find my own cheat." a three second pause, "Okay Professor, I am going to hurry to the hall, for a quick cocoa and pudding, before heading to bed before curfew."

[Flashback end]

DLS

Dragging his trunk behind him, Harry led Ms. Forbes into the Leaky Cauldron. "Hey Tom, Can I leave this here? Catching Supper on our way out." Tom pointed to a corner booth, and Harry heaved the heavy trunk onto the table, before guiding the Headmistress out the back.