"Well kitten, was that worth it?" Harry asked.
"That was… I am sorry Harry, nothing I can say can realistically stress how great that was for me. There is no way I can ever thank you enough for it." Hermione said.
"Then will you help with all the plans until next September?" Harry asked. "Not as a bound slave, but a willing partner?"
"Yes."
"Thank you. Now, tomorrow, I meet with Madam Bones. Do you want to come with me?" Harry asked.
"Yes, just to tell her that I wasn't asked. Nor was I told about any safety features." Hermione said.
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Dumbledore is Supreme Mugwump No More
The ICW council voted Dumbledore from his position as supreme Mugwump. The reasons, and all the concerns from the second task.
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Second Task or Second Assassination Attempts
We at the Prophet heard that tournament organizer Albus Dumbledore set to kill three people.
First, one of the hostages was freshly cut before being put in stasis. She bled throughout the task. Since Albus had introduced two bull sharks that he transfigured to survive fresh water to the lake, why would he want a hostage bleeding?
Second, the task was set up knowing that Harry Potter did not know how to swim. If Harry had left the dock, he most likely would have drowned. Did Albus try to kill the boy who lived?
Third, Albus used an eight-year-old female Veela as a hostage. This despite knowing that the merfolk in the lake had migrated there from the Mediterranean. As Supreme Mugwump, he knew about the Treaty of Cypress. A treaty that stated, that under no circumstance, a Veela would enter merfolk territory. The same hostage was raped, forced buggered, bit, and clawed. She did not make it. Since the hostage and her sister were in a major political family in France; was Fleur Delacour also the target there?
Fourth, the last hostage had a substandard stasis charm put on her. She was also, the only hostage that had an emergency port key on her. Was this to throw suspicion off when she drowned?
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Exodus Begins
The Prophet has learned that the ICW has removed all the laws that stopped British Citizens from leaving. The Minister of Magic has stopped the issuance of any international portkeys. However, he cannot stop any other methods of leaving our island.
At the time of this printing, over eighty ministry workers and their families had left. Most have sold their houses to the goblins.
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"Good afternoon, Mister Potter, Miss Granger," Amelia said.
"Afternoon, now how does this go?" Harry asked.
"Right to it then. This quill will copy down everything we say. Are you ready?" Seeing both children nod. "This is director Amelia Bones, I am interviewing Hermione Granger and Harry Potter regarding the second task of the tri-wizard tournament. It is February 28, 1995, at 11:30. We are inside an empty classroom in Hogwarts. Neither of the above students wanted their magical guardians at this interview." Amelia said.
"Hermione, state what happened. Please leave out nothing."
"It started ten minutes before curfew. I had just packed up my materials in the library. Then I saw Professor McGonagall. She told me to follow her to the infirmary. Whenever I asked questions, she told me to be quiet. Once we entered the infirmary, McGonagall summoned a Hogwarts house-elf, to take my book bag and materials back to my bed in the Gryffindor dorm. Then I was ordered to lie on one of the beds. Again, anytime I tried to ask questions, I was told to shut up. Then Ginevra Weasley came into the room from the lavatory. Pomfrey cast a charm on her. She then smiled and told McGonagall it was positive. McGonagall sent Fay Dunbar back to our tower and then put a necklace on her. She told her it was an emergency portkey. I did notice that Cho Chang and Gabrielle Delacour were not given a necklace. Then the Headmaster came into the infirmary, and drew his wand. Then He stunned us. I was the last to be stunned. I woke up a bit later. McGonagall cut my arm a bit so it would bleed. Then I was stunned again. The next thing I know, I am in cold water, being held above the water by Victor Krum. He is treading water. He pushed me up onto the pier." Harry Potter tossed me a towel to dry off and warm up. I checked, I still didn't have a necklace." Hermione stated.
"Is there anything else you want to add?" Amelia asked.
"If I can, I want both McGonagall and Dumbledore arrested. I was not asked to risk my life. I was never asked to participate in this tournament. Since they put sharks in the lake. Cutting my arm means the entire time I was underwater, I bled, attracting the sharks."
"How bad was it?" Amelia asked.
"I had to be treated for blood loss and hypothermia," Hermione stated.
"Well, since you are a muggleborn, there is not anything we can do. If the sharks or Krum in his shark form attacked you, or you drowned, then there are charges. Anything else, both are protected by the sovereign status of Hogwarts." Amelia stated sadly.
"Figures, this is worthless," Hermione said. She then stood and walked out of the room.
"Well, that is not surprising. I agree with her. Now, when do you want me to start?" Harry asked.
"Because of certain things, please start say, two days before the task," Amelia said.
"I think I should start even further back. Here is a copy of a betrothal contract signed between Albus and Molly. Notice all the terms? It is almost as though it was set up so I would have an accident after I got the bint pregnant. If you checked the bint, you would see her body was laced with fertility potions. Too bad, a Slytherin cursed me so I am shooting blanks. That happened at the Halloween Feast. We had oral fun the night before the first task. She even tried to have the task stopped when she found out that she was not pregnant." Harry said.
"This is…" Amelia started.
"Yes, she could be the school slut while I had to be more chaste than a nun. The two nights before the second task, she decided to lose her innocence to me. She took a triple dose of fertility potion. I was told later, that Ginny got the lubricant we used from an unknown Slytherin. What did it do?" Harry asked.
Amelia sighed. "An unspeakable analyzed it. It did many things, triggered only if your partner was on fertility potions. Which apparently she was. Poor girl."
"Poor girl, she was trying to get pregnant so I could die. Plus, if the rumor was true, she bet I would die during that task and had set up a gangbang of Durmstrang students for the next weekend." Harry replied.
"Well, that sounds like she was a bitch, that doesn't excuse what the lubricant did," Amelia said trying to get some human reaction.
"Well, depending on who she talked to, she was happy she pulled an oral train the night before the first task, or that I orally raped her; which I didn't. No sympathy at this point." Harry retorted.
"Mister Potter. Please. That lubricant fertility potion combination meant that she had no pleasure at all. She would have felt like you were ripping her apart the entire time. Also, the tissue would feel like you put a burning stick up against it. It would have been beyond painful when you took her innocence, I cannot image how much pain it would have been when you buggered her. The lubricant would have kept the pain constant for at least a week. The torture would be at the level above the cruciatus but only in her reproductive and lower digestive areas. Amelia said, hoping Dumbledore was wrong and their savior was not going dark.
"And?"
"She was internally bruised. Which is impossible." Amelia said sadly. The boy had no forgiveness. He was dark.
"A second lubricant made me longer, wider, harder, and kept me from cumming for two hours, each time," Harry said with a smirk.
"That explains it. I have heard from Susan that you are longer and wider than any other student. Did she ever say no or stop?" Amelia asked innocently.
"Nope, if she had, I would have. Even with the stamina potion in me." Harry said.
"This sounds so much like sexual torture. You are a sick bastard." Amelia said.
"Since she told me she wanted to see me drown, I call it Karma. Same with how the lubricant and her fertility potions reacted. When the bitch said I was not large enough or hard enough to satisfy her then it made things even more painful, is it torture, not payback?" Harry asked.
"Point. You did not drown her? Amelia asked forgetting that during the tasks the competitors had blanket immunity.
"No, I did not even get near her. While I am glad she died, I would have lost my magic if I actively tried to kill her thanks to that contract." Harry replied
"True. Who did you polyjuice into Gabrielle Delacour?" Amelia asked hoping for something outside of the task to be actionable.
"I do not know. He was one of the Durmstrang boys that are missing." Harry replied.
"Durmstrang is missing boys? I know that their headmaster just disappeared." Amelia replied.
"Their headmaster and some of the boys were gang raping muggle, muggle-born, and half-blood females every Friday night for entertainment. A group of Hogwarts' witches took them out and fed them to the squid. They were on the ship when they did the act. I was told that the squid's tentacles impaled all the others. I don't know if that is a fact or just a rumor. I am hoping fact. Just to let you know, one of the boys said that they need to hurry up and pull the train on your niece. Since she is not a pureblood. I think you will agree, they got what they deserved." Harry said. He noticed how pale Amelia was. Harry was not sympathetic. Amelia had let so many things happen. But since it wasn't affecting her, she just let the corruption slide. Hell, that is why he planned on recruiting Tonks. Amelia let more senior Aurors harass her for being Black.
"Amelia, you asking questions to try to investigate me is a waste of time. I am the lord of two houses now. With all the deaths in the Wizengamot, I could never be convicted." Harry stood and walked out the door before the head of the DMLE could retort.
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Harry finally had his night with Millie. Unlike Hermione, she wanted it sweet and gentle which she received. Then he wakes up with Millie in his arms and a nude Hermione slipping into the bed. Karma, it seemed, did pay her debts.
{s}
As Harry had guessed, he was not hauled into the DMLE for anything he had admitted to. Too many of the pureblood laws protected him.
Life was quite nice. Most days he either had sex with one or both of his girls. It felt like the rift when he and Hermione were slowly starting to heal.
Hermione taught him a flame spell that cut right through the hedges. He now could get through to the cup, levitate it behind him, and rescue Fleur. It even got him spread up to where he could get the cup, save Fleur, and get to a point where one spell would end Cedric. Then to the graveyard. Hermione and Millie also had a plan. They bought five portkeys from the goblins. As was ready now. It was just the classes, sex, and waiting.
{s}
The day of the last task started with an irritant. Minerva woke him up early. His ladies sent him back to his dorm early so he would have a good long sleep.
"Wake up Mister Potter," McGonagall ordered.
"I am up. What is the emergency?" Harry asked.
"It is tradition for the champions to meet and have breakfast with their families on the morning of the last task," McGonagall said as if he were dense.
"I have no family, Voldemort kind of killed them, remember?" Harry responded sarcastically.
"Not your old family. Your new family," McGonagall stated still firmly.
"What new family?" Harry asked as he got out of bed.
"The headmaster has set you up with a new family. They also have forms for you to sign. You need to turn over your emancipation. You need the guidance of the new bride to be will help you." McGonagall stated, again with the tone she said to slacking students.
"I so don't think so," Harry said. Then he looked at his hand. He had two different rings on his right hand now. He still had a scion ring. The other ring though. It was a yellow hippocamp over a black white black vertical flag. Harry wanted to cheer at that. It meant that Dumbledore's attempt to reverse his emancipation had failed. "I will not be betrothed to any bint pick my Dumbledore and you. I will not give up my lordship. "
"Mister Potter, you will listen to me. I know better than you do." McGonagall said.
"No, you don't. You believe the Albus' greater good bullshit. It seems to me that any greater good that puts an orphan in an abusive family after they had been by the killing curse without having the boy checked out by a healer is no different than the greater good that created such terms as the final solutions to the Jewish question." Minerva looked shocked at his defiance but no recognition of his comparison or surprise at what Dumbledore had done to him.
"Mister Potter that will be a week of detention with Filch for disrespecting your elders."
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"Miss Granger," McGonagall said.
"Yes, professor?" Hermione asked.
"Do you know where Mister Potter is at?" McGonagall asked.
"No, professor. He has been quite cold to me since the second task. Though you still haven't answered me, why was my arm cut to drip blood in the lake?" Hermione replied. She was not surprised when McGonagall just stalked off. Still not answering her question.
{s}
"Hello Mister Delacour, why did you want to talk with me?" Harry asked.
"Mister Potter, would you be able to meet my family, in southern France, after this school year?"
"Of course, any place in specific?"
"Yes, the Friday of your trip home. Say the Restaurant Leclere in Montpellier, at eight at night."
"I will be there. Thank you, sir," Harry said.
"Now I have some bad news for you. Your friend, Hermione Granger's parents have been killed. A dark mark was placed over the house. Minister Fudge has forced the Prophet not to report that. What is strange, the attacker was disillusioned. One hour later, Minerva McGonagall got approved as Miss Granger's legal and magical guardian. She then signed a betrothal contract with a known brothel owner in Mae Sot, Thailand. The contract goes into effect as of six o'clock June thirtieth. The kicker permanently binds her magic. Here is a copy." Delacour said.
"Bugger."
{s}
The students and other spectators were making their way to the seating areas, as Harry walked over to the other three Champions. Almost immediately, He simply waved and smiled, focusing on Hermione, even though the others would think he was waving at them as well.
Harry turned his attention to his three fellow Champions, all of whom were staring at the maze with different expressions. They all seemed focused on the task ahead, however, as none of them were glancing his way.
The sky was a deep, clear blue now, and the first stars were starting to appear. Hagrid, Professor Moody, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick came walking into the stadium and approached the champions. They were wearing large, red, luminous stars on their hats, all except Hagrid, who had his on the back of his moleskin vest.
"We are going to be patrolling the outside of the maze," Professor McGonagall said to the champions. "If you get into difficulty, and wish to be rescued, send red sparks into the air, and one of us will come and get you, do you understand?"
The champions nodded.
"Good luck, Harry," Hagrid whispered.
The four Professors walked away in different directions, to station themselves around the maze.
Dumbledore now pointed his wand at his throat, muttered, "Sonorus," and his magically magnified voice echoed into the stands.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he said, "the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Let me remind you how the points currently stand! Tied in first place, with eighty-five points each - Mr. Cedric Diggory of Hogwarts School and Mr. Viktor Krum, of Durmstrang Institute!" The cheers and applause sent birds from the Forbidden Forest fluttering into the darkening sky. "In second place, Miss Fleur Delacour, of Beauxbatons Academy!" More applause. "And in third place, Harry Potter-!"
As a third round of applause rang from the spectators, Victor and
Cedric made their way over to two of the four archways. Fleur chose another. Harry stood at the nearest the same archway. It was the one Hermione had started from.
"So… on my whistle, Cedric and Victor!" said Albus. "Three - two one -"
He gave a short blast on his whistle, and Cedric and Victor hurried forward into the maze. A minute later, the blast happened again and Fleur entered the maze. A minute after that, the blast went again and Harry started.
The towering hedges cast black shadows across the path, and, whether because they were so tall and thick or because they had been enchanted, the sound of the surrounding crowd was silenced the moment they entered the maze.
Harry closed his eyes for a moment, as he focused on the memories from Hermione then he cast the fiendfyre to cut a path.
He soon came upon one path in the maze where he ran into Cedric Diggory's body. He had gotten on the wrong side of a Blast-Ended Skrewt. He simply hurried forward and immediately felt the obvious chilly air of a Dementor. However… owing to his creature list, he knew this wasn't a real Dementor.
"Riddikulus!" Harry exclaimed.
There was a loud crack, and the shape-shifter exploded in a wisp of smoke. Harry smirked and hurried forward.
Soon enough, he found the center and found the goblet. He levitated it behind him as he continued to cut holes in the maze's wall.
Nearly five minutes later, five minutes of encountering nothing, Harry heard Fleur Delacour scream out in fear and pain. He knew an Imperiused Viktor Krum had attacked her. Harry closed his eyes for a moment and continued to move forward.
He saw Fleur on the ground, curdled up in a ball; having large tremors.
Harry was not pleased with that, but when Victor screamed out the first part of the killing curse, Harry didn't even think. His scythe was out cutting off the Bulgarian's head. Now he had the second life debt.
He inhaled and exhaled, focusing himself, then headed towards where the cup was floating. As he reached the cup, he inhaled and exhaled. He knew what needed to happen. He had prepared for this moment. Harry grabbed the handle of the Triwizard Cup with one hand and felt the familiar tug of his navel as the Portkey activated. A swirl of color and a gust of wind surrounded him as he traveled with the Portkey. As it slowed down, he pushed his legs forward, in a walking motion, and he landed on the ground.
Sure enough, he was standing in the graveyard.
"Is this another part…?" Harry said as he fell and closed his eyes, dropping his holly wand. Through his eyelids, he saw a bright red flash.
Harry felt himself get levitated the bound by rope. He heard someone walking off. Harry opened his eyes and looked around. He was tied to a rather large tombstone. He had to laugh, it was a statue of the angel of death. Below him was probably the grave of Riddle Senior. Too bad last summer the bones had been switched out. About ten meters away on another tombstone was the cup and his holly wand.
Harry closed his eyes again as he heard someone struggling with a large metal object that kept being run into other stuff. The tone was quite pleasant. Then he heard the hissing, Nagini was near. Then there was a huge grunt soon followed by the crackling sound of a fire. The footsteps walked off again. Harry opened his eyes. Nagini was curled up against yet another tombstone near the fire. Probably basking in its warmth.
Harry then palmed his scythe and cut the right ropes. He was ready. He closed his eyes and meditated.
Harry heard all the liquids and other ingredients thrown into the cauldron. The big splash was the homunculus. Harry heard a few spells as the statue he was on vibrated. Then he heard, "Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son!"
Followed a few moments later by, "Flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed, you will revive your master."
Then he heard footsteps approaching him. He spit out the rope piece gagging and said "Imperio." Peter Pettigrew's eyes went vacant. Then he went back to the cauldron and dripped some of his blood into it. "Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe."
Harry closed his eyes and let the scythe wand go back into its holster.
A loud bang crashed out and the cauldron exploded sending pieces of metal bouncing away in several directions. Spots danced in front of Harry's eyes and as his vision cleared, he saw a tall, pale figure with an angular skull and leering visage peering down on him with crimson eyes. "Robe me, Wormtail." Voldemort's voice was deeper now and it practically resonated throughout the graveyard. Harry managed to keep his shudder from manifesting.
Pettigrew whimpered and picked himself up from the ground he had fallen to grabbing a nearby black robe and draping it over Voldemort's outstretched hands. Your arm, Wormtail."
Pettigrew sobbed gratefully and held out his stump which only caused the Dark Lord to laugh. "No, Wormtail, the other arm." Still laughing Voldemort reached out and pressed his wand to the Dark Mark on Pettigrew's left shoulder. Screams rang out yet again. By this point, Harry had been convinced they were either very secluded or under very strong wards. Surely the amount and volume of the screams so far this night would've drawn someone by now otherwise? He just hoped two were already here.
"I wonder who will have the courage to show."
The three present didn't have to wait long. After less than a minute, two pops sounded from the surrounding air near Voldemort and Pettigrew. The two figures resolved in the darkness in various states of dress. Harry waited. Voldemort finally spoke up. "Ah, my friends!" Voldemort said extending his arms wide. The false cheer in his voice did absolutely nothing to hide the rage and fear in his tone. "You come before me again!."
Harry fired off a diffindo at Nagini who was paying attention to Voldemort. Harry was relieved to see to piercers hit the new death eaters. Voldemort screamed. Harry followed it up with a piercer to the back of his skull. Harry was amused, both Voldemort and Nagini had evaporated into smoke. Two stunning spells hit Peter. It was over.
Harry quickly used his scythe to free himself as his two girls ran toward him. "Accio Voldemorts wand. Accio holly wand."
Hermione hit Peters's cut arm with an incision. Then levitated him behind her as she ran to the church. Millie gave Harry his invisibility cloak and levitated the cup behind her as she also ran into the church.
Harry slowly walked away from the area until he was twenty meters from the cauldron remains. He sat on a tombstone and waited. He had just gotten comfortable when he heard a series of pops. Dumbledore and several other people appeared not far from Riddle's grave.
Harry heard "Homo Revelio" as he walked into the church. He handed Voldmort's wand over to Hermione. Glad to see she had gotten Peter's wand which she handed him. He would have to reward her for that. He had forgotten. He gave her his invisibility cloak. "Ready?" The two girls activate their portkeys.
Harry hated the feel of the hook behind the navel. Nothing he could do about it. He grabbed Peter's arm and the cup.
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Harry Potter, the Stunned form of Pettgirew, and the Triwizard Cup landed on the ground at the entrance of the maze with a crashing thud. A loud cheer erupted from the spectators, all of whom thought Harry was simply returning from the maze. Harry sat up as Minerva McGonagall hurried forward toward him.
"It's Harry!" McGonagall exclaimed, "But there's someone else too! Who is that with him?!"
"That," Harry said, getting to his feet, "is Peter Pettigrew!"
"Impossible!" Cornelius Fudge growled.
The Minister of Magic arrived, with Madam Amelia Bones, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Harry raised an eyebrow as he looked at Amelia Bones. He certainly didn't remember her being there the last time around.
"Everyone knows Pettigrew is dead!" Fudge exclaimed, "Sirius Black killed him!"
"Not," Harry said, "As he is right here. The Triwizard Cup was a Portkey. It took me away from the school. I thought it was part of the Task. Pettigrew appeared and he and I dueled. I hit him with a Cutting Curse, which hit his wand hand, cutting it off at the wrist, allowing me to summon his wand and defeat him. I Stunned him, then held his good hand when I touched the Cup again. And it brought me here."
It was a lie, but it would be amusing to see what happens when the headmaster finally showed up.
Harry then eyed a certain 'Professor' lurking in the background.
"During the duel," Harry said, "Pettigrew couldn't help but brag about certain things. I asked him if he was responsible for placing me in the Triwizard Tournament. He denied it and told me who did it. Stupefy!" Harry pointed his wand toward the imposter Moody as he cast the Stunning Spell. All the gasped as 'Moody' fell to the ground, Stunned.
"What is the meaning of this, Potter?!" Fudge growled. "Bones, arrest him for attacking Alastor Moody!"
"That is not Alastor Moody," Harry said. "That is Bartemius Crouch, Junior using Polyjuice Potion!"
"Lies!" Fudge exclaimed, "Crouch, Junior is dead!"
"Ad hominem vi animalis!" Harry screamed out watching the fake auror reform. The magical eye and peg leg fell away from his body.
"You were saying, Minister? Madam Bones, please take these two bastards. Make sure you use veritaserum. Please find out why they kidnapped me to a graveyard. Also, who was my parent's secret keeper? What happened on the road where Peter supposedly died? Also, since the tournament emancipated me, as Lord Potter, I want Sirius Black to have a trial with veritaserum. Minister, Lord Sirius Black never received a trial. I want that trial to happen. If he is guilty, I will walk with you with him to the veil, and both of us will throw him through it. Just think of that publicity. Or if he is innocent, how does the noble Ministry ensure justice is done? A win-win." Harry said.
"But Sirius Black died when Azkaban burned up!" Fudge whined.
"Amelia, the dog is alive. Send an owl to Theodore Tonks, his solicitor when the trial is set." Harry said. He walked off.