Dark Lord of Salvatore
04
ISDH
DLS
Three hours later, Harry Potter led a tired Lupin into the lobby of the Building of the MACUSA. Lupin had carried them there, 'hopping' from Mystic Falls to New York City. Then through the back streets to land across the street from the Woolworth Building.
At least the Magi of the States were more progressive than the English in dressing. Not a robe to be seen anywhere…
When the duo found the 'Body' for Protection of Magical Species , Lupin slumped into a seat, as Hary cued up. It took ten minutes for Harry to reach the counter, and by that time, Lupin had caught his breath, and returned to the Lad's side.
"Next."
"Lupin, Remus J." Harry spoke clearly. "Registered Lycan."
The wizard typed a few words into a 'type-writer/crystal ball' device.
"You are not him."
"No, I am his new Alpha." Harry looked the man in the Eye. "A post I inherited from my Father."
The clerk read the file before him. "... lone wolf, non alpha, due to the Death of the Pack." looking at the boy, "How did you …"
"Interference by a Man thinking he was God." Harry sighed, "within Hours on my parent's Murder, I was bound in illeagle Blood Wards, dropped a No-maj's stoop, and forgotten about except to wring gold out of copper."
"Name?"
"Potter, Harrison James. Lord of Potter, Heir to Black." Harry intoned.
"We don't need… did you say Potter?" The Magus looked at Harry.
"Yes. Last Holloween, I was declared an Adult by three Headmasters, two Ministry Directors, and the Chief Warlock. I am moving on with my Life. My first Duty is to see to the Health of My Father's Pack. As you can see, he submits very quickly to my presence."
A few quick punches of the keys, and Lupin was reregistered with a new Alpha.
"I will tell you, there is a Notice of Inquirement on you. The Note originated in Major Investigations…" the clerk spoke.
"And that is our Next Stop. Thank you." Harry left, Lupin at his heels.
DSL
Albus was worried. Three nights short of a week ago, Harry Potter vanished.
He never reunited with the Dursleys at Kings Cross, because Vernon got tied up at work and forgot.
He was last seen at the Bank, in the company of an American Woman, where he spent no less than three hours… and was lost during shift change.
Due to an oversight of the old man's, the boy was declared 'of Age', and able to collect his rings, effectively completely shutting the Headmaster out of everything 'Potter' as far as the Bank was concerned.
He had to wait two full days before lodging an official inquiry on the Boy through the DMLE, and through them to the World at large…
Kingsley Shacklebolt had filed the overseas 'Inquirement's along with the Black file, so that the Potter Paperwork was hidden from the Local press.
He needed the boy back…
DLS
Department of Major Investigations
The sign was a set of twisted iron letters in a 'box' in a wall of iron vines.
Entering the Office beyond said wall, Harry leaned on the counter as the teller chatted quietly on a phone not out of place in the 1920's high society parlors. "One minute Sally…" she tucked the bell of the phone under her chin, "Yes Deary, Can I help you?" her question was directed at Lupin.
"Yes, Luv." Harry poured on the act his aunt would use when She was putting on airs. "I was informed that this Office had a Notice on me."
The late-twenty something witch looked at the Lad… "Name…"
"Potter, Harrison James." The Lad drolled.
"Sally, I am going to need to call you back." The Desk Clerk hit the cradle of her phone, before changing a plugged cord, and pressed a button. A light lit up… "Kirk, got a young man at my Desk. Gave his Name as Potter." she nodded, "Yes Sir, British… okay." She hung up. "Inspector Kirk will be out in a minute."
Shortly a twiggy fellow in purple silk vest and mustard yellow tie waved Potter into the back of the Office. Lupin lumbered in the lad's wake. In a cubicle office, Harry was offered a seat on a wooden folding chair.
"So you claim to be Mister Potter…" the tired man rummaged through his paperwork covered desk.
"Sir." Harry smiled like a wolf at a rabbit. "I am Lord Harrison James Potter. Head of House Potter, Heir to House Black. I understand that this means little in the Colonies, but it gives me a milk crate to stand on when I am pissing on your shoe. It also gives me a bigger stick to swing should I return to the other side of the pond." the office drone just sat back, raising an eyebrow. "Seeing how impressed you are… shall we find out why a Note was issued in my name?"
A folder was quickly found, "It seems that you are declared missing… by your Magical Guardian. One A.B.P.W. Dumbledore."
Lupin snorted.
"I find it funny." Harry turned to look over his shoulder at Lupin. "Last Oct. 31, he along with two other Headmasters and two Directors from the Ministry, plus the Fact he is the Chief Warlock, Declared me to be 'of Age', and then demands that I obey him as if he is my Guardian."
"So you are the … person this warrant is for?"
"Odds are, I was the person in mind when that warrant was written up." Harry nodded. "But I refuse to submit to that document."
"You are 14 years old, 15 in just a few weeks. As a Wizard… you are of age." Kirk picked up a fountain pen. "But as a No-maj raised…"
"My Godfather has claimed me, as has my Uncle Lupin." Harry smiled at the man. "My Godfather I will admit is lacking a few things, but Uncle Lupin here has an extensive no-maj history, as a researcher." He crossed his left leg over his right knee. "I am joining a School in Mystic Falls, the Salvatore Academy."
"That's…" he turned to look at his map.
"I believe we are in Virginia." Lupin sighed. "North End of the Coven Territories."
"Ah! So…" Kirk turned back to the Brits across from him.
"The SoS is in play, but we have to clean it up, if something slips." Lupin sneered. "We are involved with two if not three covens, just joining the School. The Last thing Anyone wants to see is a squad of Red Coats kicking in those Gates."
"They that Law abiding?"
"No. That willing to defend those under their Aegis." Lupin stood up straight. "Do not come lightly."
"Okay," Kirk filled out a few pages in his folder, before passing it to Harry. "Take this to the Office three doors to the Left, and keep your nose clean." He waved his pen at them, "Get lost!"
The third door had the words 'Office for Magic Relations and Education' carved into the stone, and filled with gold. The whole place was a hodge-podge of stiles and tiles…
The inner office was one part bullpen, one part speak-easy.
Harry ended up with an egg-cream and Lupin with an old fashioned. Twenty minutes of hoop jumping and duck-lining, and Harry exited the office with a copy of his folder, a student visa, and a port-key back should it be needed. Lupin exited with a teaching visa, a work visa in Sirius's name, a stay of extradition, and a witch's phone number.
They hit the Troll-bridge Market under the New Jersey Bridge… where Harry linked his Accounts from Gringotts to an account at the First National Goblin Bank. He bought a Black Thorn wand with a Hydra heart-string, crafted.
They caught the train home…
DLS
Just Before the end of Day, as Shack was cleaning his desk, Bones called him to her Office.
"You Called Boss?"
"King. How long have we worked together?"
"Ma'am?"
"Then Maybe you can tell me why a Notice of Inquiry was Issued as to why We were seeking one Lord Potter, Harrison James?"
"Ma'am." He swallowed.
"It seems that whomever asked you, really tripped you in front of the Knight bus."
Since the Bus was already here, King decided to throw the oldman in first, and he might be able to limp away. "Albus, Mum."
"And why was he asking…"
"A problem student of his…"
"Not as of a week ago." Bones threw the folder she was holding in her right hand. "The Lad was untouchable by the old Fool the second the Lad stepped down from the Express! He was Declared of Age last Halloween!"
"Okay." the Blackman shuffled his feet, "Nothing reported, no fowl to Lord Potter…"
"Now Lord Black…" the Director tossed a thinner folder at the Master Auror…
"I am still…"
"No matter." the Dictator hissed, "The MACUSA just issued him a Visa and Stay Extradition. If we Want him, we are going to have to prove he is guilty. But how are we to do that with the file we have on the Bastard!" She frowned, "Just why is the old Fool looking for the Lad?"
"He believes that the Lad has to face the Dark Lord one more time, before the Dark Lord is killable." The Black Auror paled, "and if …"
"This does not leave this Office!" Bones stood, to glare at her best man. "Potter is just missing, Black has escaped, and Albus is losing his mind. Let it run it's course, and someone will do something stupid…"
"Ma'am."
"Dismissed."
DLS
A week later, a pair of Dementors visited Surrey, where they were driven off by an old paranoid ex-auror who just happened to be visiting a squib friend of his…
DSL
August 10th, 9am
Fudge was sitting high in his throne-like chair in the Chief-Warlock pulpit. Below him sat Deloris Umbridge, ready to cripple that bastard Potter, and through him, Dumbledore.
Once again he counted the heads about him… he had a full Quorum... and then some. There was Abbot, sitting in his seat… his Wife in the Bones' seat. LongBottom was early today…
Malfoy had been banned from his favorite seat in the Black Box, and Doge was not in the Potter seat…
Parkinson was twisting his mustache tips, he was focused on something…
McNair was in his Seat as Executioner, rather than his Head of House…
The Bell sounded it's ninth and last time. The Doors were shut and sealed.
'That Potter Brat will never make it now!' Fudge crowed in his Head. "I hereby, Minister Fudge, Open this Trial of one Mister Lord Potter!" He pounded the gavel on the board before him. "Cornelius Fudge prosiding. Weasley acting scribe, and Deloris Umbridge for the Prosecution!"
"Albus Dumbledor for the Defense!" Albus was suddenly reclining next to the Chair of the Accused.
"Ah, Albus…" Deloris purred, "You made it… we were so worried…"
"It looks Like your client…" Fudge leaned on his Forearms to smile down at the man below.
"Abjection!" a harsh Voice carried out from where the Potter Seat was… "Headmaster Dumbledore has no affiliation with House Potter at this Time!" at a closer look a scruffy Goblin sat in the Potter Chair.
"Who are you to be sitting there?" Lord Abbot challenged.
"Lord Abbot." the Goblin nodded to the Lord, "I am the Potter Proxy. My name is Gripsaq, this is my counterpart, Miss Twyst!"
Umbridge went from rosy pink, to dusky rose.
Scribe Weaseley made a few notes. "Headmaster, I am afraid I am going to have to ask you to remove yourself from the Floor. House Potter has Declined your services."
Umbridge purred to herself as the Bearded menace was moved to the Galley.
"Now…" Fudge preened from his chair, "Mister Potter…"
"Point of Order!" The Goblin from the Potter Chair called out. "Harrison James should be addressed as Lord Potter!"
"Impossible!" Umbridge howled like a Howler Monkey.
"The Paperwork was Filed!" Gripsaq Roared, "On October 31st, Lord Potter was named 'of Age' by the actions of Directors Bagman and Crouch, Headmasters Dumbledore, Karkaroff, and Maxime, and the Chief-Warlock. On November 1st, Gringotts bank filed the paperwork on behalf of our Client. Or does this Body recognize the Ministry's Power to override Gringotts' Rights of Succession?"
"Of Course!" Umbridge was quick to jump to build up the Ministry's Power…
"NOT!" three seats roared from the Quarm … The Ministry will Never Dictate 'House Succession Rights'.
Albus stewed. There was nothing he could do or say. By having the boy run the Tourney, He 'Used' two of his three Posts to 'Declare' the Lad 'of Age'. Trying to reverse it, would cost him what he had left.
Director Bones raised her hand… "Scribe Weasley, Please Note; Today's Trail is for Lord Potter. Now, Madam Undersecretary Umbridge… the Charges."
"Willfully, and Knowingly, use of magic in front of Muggles." Umbridge never looked at her notes. "At one #4 Prvite Dr, Little Whinging, Surrey."
Bones blinked, snorted, and shook her head. "Really?" She waved her hand to encompass everything. "All this over a showing magic to Muggles in his relatives house?"
"Breach of the Statute…" Begin Fudge, as some of the Hardliners smiled at the joke, "Breach of the Underage Ban, Breach of …" the portly politician paused as Bones exited her seat, to stand next to the Chair of the Accused.
"Let's take this from the Top… We are here to see Justice Done. Fact One; Magic was cast at #4 Privet Dr." Bones pulled a folder from her pocket, dropping it on the table that was now there for her to drop her folder on. "This is a fact. It was registered and filed with the DMLE. Being a Muggle Zone, two Obliviators joined the Squad."
Bones opened her Folder, picked up a sheet of Parchment, copying it and passing it to the Scribe. "Four Aurors, two Obliviators, and a Trainee were dispatched. Other than a bit of frost-bite on the trees, nothing seemed out of place. The residents of #4 Privet Dr, one V. Dursuly, Muggle, and his wife, P. Dursuly nee Evens, a Squib, and their sprog, also a Squib, were not pleased to see seven Magus at the Door. The Squibs were showing signs of Dementor contact, and were treated with chocolate, and the whole evening suppressed with a [Confundus]. No one had seen Lord Potter that Summer." Turning the sheet over, "a Scan of the Neighborhood showed a high number of Kneazle half breeds, and the team was led to a House around the corner, where a Squib Beastmaster, licenced two breeder, was entertaining a Wizard friend. It was this Wizard that drove off two Dementors that were in the area hunting."
Another sheet, copied and entered into the record, "DMCR listed two Dementors seeking a target in the Surrey Area, Target was listed as; Classified, M-Prime." Bones scanned the sheet for a count of Five. "The Only Reason it was stamped, filed, and processed was that it was signed and witnessed by one Senior Undersecretary Deloris Umbridge!"