Hellhounds Are Not Emo II
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HANE
Harry stepped from the Shadows into the shade of the tree in the front of the Burrow. Lupin was moving loosely, like no longer had any worries in the world. Black was cautious now that he was in the Open. The trio took one step, only to be blocked by Dobby.
"Great Wizard Harry Potter sir! Kreacher has much to relay to you, but what you did to the townhouse wards, … to Kreature himself… Kreature not fit until morning…", The elf looked troubled, like his actions caused trouble for his Wizard.
"Dobby. If what I felt with the House is any indication, the old Elf needs the rest more than I need his report. Keep an eye on him, and if you feel the need… clean the place. There is no stain on Kreature… His Masters have failed him." Dobby bobbed, and popped.
"Why…" Black led, for Harry to turn and glare at him. "Shut it. I will deal with you later." He knocked on the Door, for it to be opened by Ron, who frowned.
"What are you doing out there?" the youngest son asked.
"Harry Potter is Welcome." Harry sighed, "But those books Granger always is reading say that Harry Black needs a separate invite. Doubly so, if I am bringing questionable guests …"
"Harry!" Mum brussels over, only to freeze at the sight of the two men over his shoulders. "Lupin." her voice was soft, but a taste of fear… the full moon was a few nights out.
"Evening Molly." The raggedy man spoke from where he stood, but made no move to step past the Lad, "Found my Alpha!" he smiled. "The Wolf is quiet tonight."
"And be welcome." The Matron of the House turned to glare at the gaunt faced wizard over Harry's other shoulder. "Black. How could you even think of coming here after what you did?"
The former Lord frowned, exchanged looks with Harry and Remus, "I thought that was all cleared up by the next morning? I know the Lad broke his ankle when I drug him under the Willow, but he refused to release the Rat."
"What do you mean 'broke his ankle'? I am talking about what you did to the Potters!" The Mother Bear started getting huffy, when Harry buried his face in his hands.
"Ron." Harry spoke softly, but with a tone that caught Molly's attention. "When you got home from School this Summer, did you tell your mom about our last night out?"
"No. Why would I want her to know I spent the night in the Hospital wing, while you went out to get kissed?"
Ron went red about the ears, "Like I am going to brag to my mum about how you snogged Granger while I was laid up!"
"Because First, it would have cleared Sirius Black, at least to the Family! Second, Granger was not the one risking getting kissed, though If I had not gotten my Spell to work, she would have joined me shortly thereafter! While you were in bed under Poppy's care, I was out saving first Buckbeak from the Axe, then my Sworn Godfather from Dememtors and their Kiss." Harry cried. "We Risked everything so You could tell everybody about Scabbers being the Traitor Pettigrew, hiding under this very roof for twelve years! That Black is innocent of the crimes he was accused of, and my Blood Sworn Godfather!"
"Ron?" Molly asked.
"I was going to tell you and Dad, but first there was Kidney Pie and then the Twins getting up to their antics… followed by Percy and his news about Mr Crouch … and I just plain forgot." Ron cried.
"Twelve Years and you forget over Kidney pie?" Black Grumbled.
Lupin perked up, "Oh, you just never had Her Kidney Pie. Trust me. Snuffles will forgive him"
A double 'Bo-oing' sounded from the Kitchen, just before the fireplace blooms green flames, spitting out two red headed wizards.
"Ah. Mister Weasley!" Harry called, "If I might impose upon you and your family… I have something to share with the Lot of you." as he turned toward the yard.
Waving his hand at Sirius, Potter looked at his Godfather firmly. Black turned away and became 'Snuffles'. Lupin just leaned on the door frame. Hermione was quick to join Harry in the yard.
"Mum-Weasley. Arthur. Earlier today, I boasted that Ginny was safe in my care. There is not a Witch or Wizard that can harm her easily. Anyone getting past me, would have had no issue getting past you." Harry pulled on the Dogo, and rested his head on the Witchling's chest.
"He still has some filling out to do, but he is full grown." Hermione reached over to scratch behind an ear. "Now imagine this brute, belly crawling to grovel at his true Mistress's feet." She used a hand sign to flatten the brute on the grass.
"You?" Percy asked, his hand up his sleeve…
"Hedwig." Ron snorted. "No Man or woman will ever beat Harry Potter… He is already whipped!"
Suddenly Hound-Harry's teeth were wrapped around Ron's neck, as he pissed himself.
"Ron!" Molly screamed, as wands were drawn. Percy drew on the creature 'trying to kill' his Brother, as Ginny, Hermione, and Lupin had their wands buried into his neck.
Arthur blinked, "Okay Weasleys. Potter. Stand down." Once the Dog had released Ron, "Ginny, do you feel safe with this slobbering monster in the House with you?"
"Yes Father." the girl slid her new wand up her sleeve. "Ron has always had bad table manners."
Percy in his Perfect Prefect Percy Pinhead role began to speak "I think he was Talking about…" Harry shifted to Battle mode. His pale yellow fur turned black and crispy. His eyes bled green fire, and he snorted yellow flares.
"Yes Percy. I Know." the witchling sighed, as she returned her wand to her holster. "But Harry is not the one to worry about. Professor Lupin in a couple of nights, maybe, but never Harry." Ginny reached over to pat her brother on the shoulder, "We know. And We know, anytime Potter attacks, I will behind his shoulders, either covering his back, patching his wounds, or someone else's. I trust Potter even More than I trust Mom. I trust him over the twins, you and Ron any day."
"You must register…" Percy made one last attempt to walk the Line.
Harry returned to his Human form. "Grimjowl is registered. Snuffles isn't, but that is due to legal issues above your pay-grade, Percy. It is a House Black issue. I will hurt any Red Robes that get involved, because he is Innocent of the crimes he is accused of, and certain people in power would rather kill a good man than face the bad Press."
"But…" the Ministry Man took a stance.
"Percy." Arthur spoke firmly. "What the Lad has done for this Family, we will at least hear him out."
"If it Helps, Runcorn and Shacklebolt are looking into it." Harry offered a wain smile.
"Runcorn. Albert Runcorn, a guy who looks like his mom had a thing for gargoyles?" Percy asked.
"Yeah, that sounds like who I saw while I was Registering." Harry never took his eye off Percy, as the young man turned towards the Kitchen.
"It does actually."
"Okay. To the table!" Molly shepherded the kids to the kitchen table, around the shooting circle . "Little Miss already spit at me when I tried to get them to pick up earlier."
121
Director Bones glared at two of her Best.
"Walk me through this again." She Growled, "After Crossing paths with one Heir Potter in the Lift, You two spent every minute not on duty these last three days, digging through Archives and Public Records." the two mute men nodded. "Your Target was Anything on Black comma Sirius Orion." another nod. "And you found Nothing except that he Finished Hogwarts with Honors, and was the Blood Sworn Godfather to one Potter, Harrison James."
"Again, Correct." Bolt answered. "No Arrest Paperwork, no Court Trial, nor Notice of Transference to Azkaban. Black was Cunt, maam, but I remember thinking that somebody dropped the ball back then. Pardon my Language." the Blackman broke his pose. "But now I know something is not right."
"The Potter boy did say he told the Minister." Runcorn was living granet. "Something about Snape and when the Two were at school. That he Told Fudge right in front of Albus, and all the Old man did was his Grandfather impression."
"Runcorn. It is no secret that you … are displeased with Fudges running of things. Bring the Minister in."
"Ma'am" Shack started smiling. "Tomorrow is his weekly Press conference. I say we clip his Toad tonight, remove the 'Kiss on Sight', and Take Fudge down during his press dance." Resuming his Easter Island impression, "We then can see who backs the Bounder and who bails like bilge rats."
Amila Bones signed two sheets of Paper. "Have that rookie of Moody's handle the arrest before the press." She smiled, "I saw her trying on the straw dummy the other day, both ended up on the floor cuffed to each other. It will look like Fudge is 'Resisting the Arrest'. Charge is Excessive Abuse of Power of Office." One to Runcorn, "Tell Tonks 'no wand'." The other to Shack. "Muffle that Toad, tonight." She stood. "I am going Home, and sleeping."
HANE
After a Filling and mostly relaxing Dinner, VerDiem demanded to finish her game. Lupin Challenged Ron to a game of chess, and Hermione had a Book to finish reading. Percy had a report on Cauldron bottom thickness to finish, so he returned to his room.
Soon it was just Molly, Arthur, Sirius and Harry at the table.
"Tomorrow Night, I am taking Moony to meet the Gruncles." Harry sighed. "I can Leave Padfoot there as well. I warn you, the Nights get cold, and my guests get frisky."
"And when the Aurors come calling?" Molly asked.
"Depends." Harry answered. "Padfoot and Moony are safe from anyone hunting them, and the 'space' will provide prey for them to hunt. I don't think Dobby can cross without help, but I can move the Burrow if the Need comes up. I have been warned not to, but with the risk to my family…"
"You would do that for us?" Molly gasped.
"You are Family." Harry shot her with his crooked grin, "Mum-Weasley."
"Is it your choice that I stay there?" Lupin asked.
"Only during your Moon-time." Harry clasped the hand of the Raddity Wizard. "The three of us will Run, Hunt, and Sleep as a Pack. The Gruncles will want to join us." He looked about the Table, "Anything else you need?"
"Um." Black looked shyly at the Redheads. "Padfoot is needing his Pup. Sleeping at the foot of the bed…"
"Moony would like to request a sleeping cot near our cub and Alpha." Lupin swallowed.
Arthur looked to Molly to make this call.
"I don't know…" the Matron was sounding worried.
"I will take the Twins off your hands for the Day?" Harry offered. "Ginny can chatter with Hermione about Witch things, leaving you to clean, make sure Ron is Packed, and to prepare a last night meal. There was mention of your Kidney Pie. Black never had it."
"What are you planning?" The Matron gave the black haired lad her patented 'Twin Glare'.
"For those who are packed, ready to board the Train in the Morning, there is one Stop we need to hit."
Molly sighed, "Let me guess. Quitch?"
"Okay, two." Harry smiled at the witch.
"Which Shop?" The glare was back.
"Can not say." Harry stood. "We have Gold riding on it." He exited into the front room just Verdiem Fired her Alabaster gobstone across the circle, causing it to smack into a sky blue agate and creane into the outer gutter, reclaiming her Albino stone. The Sky-blue spun half a cubit across the floor, to impact in a 'seven-ten-split' of a mossy green and brow(seven) and a purple glass orb(ten). All three drunkenly wobbled into the gutter. The Circle was empty.
"Little Cheater!" Fred began with a smile as he scratched her behind her nubby horns.
"Wiped the Floor with us, She did." George trailed his finger from her shoulder point down her spine.
$Their words do not match actions, scent or tones.$ the black dragonette peered up at Ginny.
$Family teasing. They know that you just happen to have the better eye for the Game.$ the girl scratched her under the chin.
$That, they were playing a clean Game.$ Harry stepped up behind her, before squatting down. $The next level of the Game is trick-shooting. After that there is 'called shot', and finally there is 'dirty stone'. What you have here are stones that are well balanced. Some of your composites wobble because the two types of stone are not even. In 'Dirty Stone' the balance is placed to better allow one shooter an advantage over the others. Bag 'em up, nesting time.$
Verdeim snorted a black puff, but began to load her 'pretties' into her rat-sack.
"Hey Fred." Harry frowned as the dragon inspected and bagged her hoard. "How many stones is she capable of storing in that thing?"
"Forty is our max." Fred tucked his thinner pouch into a pocket.
George, also tucking his deflated pouch into his robe, ran a weathered eye over the Black dragon's white bag. "And she should have about thirty-six stones in there about now."
"Thirty five." Fred reminded his prettier twin. "She lost her 'Ruby Sands' to Ginny betting on why Harry left so quickly."
"You Bounders have been teaching my little sweetness how to gamble?" Harry sounded shocked. "Bad enough you are teaching her to hussle Gobstones, now you have her gambling?" he scooped the now tied off sack and drake into his arms, as he stood. "You should be ashamed of yourselves!"
Molly and Arthur stood at the door to the kitchen. Molly was frowning at her children. Arthur was watching the scene, and knew there was a twist coming.
"They way you three are corrupting her..." Harry glared at Ginny, "Yes you are included Ginny! The speed and casual manor you three are Corrupting my Precious Princess! All you are going to leave me is the skills and habits I have yet to learn from Uncle Sirius! And I do not want to be left teaching my baby girl how to cover a breeder, grunt twice and leave them!" He flounced from the room, stomping up the stairs to Charlie's Room.
The entire room was silent for a count of five.
Hermione snorted. "Yeah right. Like that is going to happen."
"What is not going to happen?" Ron asked.
"Harry Sleeping with every witch that crosses his Staff..." Ginny smiled at the closest thing to a sister she had. "And then leaving them."
"Thank Merlyn." Molly whispered.
"And his Dragon is just like him in that manner." Ginny linked arms with Granger as they started up the stairs.
"So, I guess it will be up to us to limit the size of their Herams."
Black draped an arm about each of the twins shoulders. "My Pup!" He sniffled.
"He makes us Proud!" the trio cried as they sauntered up the stairs.
Lupin watched the show. "James would be pleased, while Lily-flower would just put on another pot of tea."
Molly nodded, "Good idea. I will…" a pot with three big mugs appeared on the coffee table. "I love that Elf." She sat and poured each mug half full, as Arthur set down a dusty bottle of Oggins Finest Reserve.
"So do I. I believe that is from the Potter Collection." the Master of the House accepted his full mug and sipped. "And a foot…" he trailed off as his shoes were set to the side, and his socks began moving. "My Life is as close to perfect as it can get."
Lupin grinned "Harry has his Elf doing foot rubs?"
Arthur smiled at the younger man. "As Long as both Harry and Hermione are Welcome in the House, the little guy gets to treat us as Family. And I do mean Welcome, not accepted or tolerated."
Molly grunts, "The Boy is a trouble magnet, and now my baby girl is in his wake…" She sipped her tea, "But knowing he will bring Hell to those who threaten my Babies…" another sip, "Damn Good tea."
HANE
Umbridge was pleased with herself. She had just finished rewriting an 'anti-half breed rights' that required the beasts to register on veris lists, and to pay fees for each list they signed. Of course she had the fees sent to an account that dumped all profits into her private account in the Bank of the Ministry.
A knock at her office door.
"Go Away! Come back during Office Hours in the Morning!" She yelled out as she shuffled the new law into the pack of papers Fudge would sign in the Morning after his press conference.
The Door was smashed in as two Red Robed wizards had kicked it in.
"Sorry, Madam Secretary." the Blackman smiled at her, his pure white teeth flashing against his rich dark skin. "We would love to, but you won't be up for a meeting, seeing as how you will be in the Holding Cells."
Deloris went for her wand… Runcorn dropped her with a silent stunner.
The Witch's wand was left on her desk, as she was packed away. King stopped and repaired the door, before following the floating pink blob to the Holding Cells.
With a clinical detachment, Runcorn stripped her to her skin, before dropping a grey 'Prisoner' robe on her.
"And with that." Kingsley conjured a recliner, and made himself comfortable. "Good Night Runcorn, I will be wanting a memory of tomorrow morning. Sleep well."
Runcorn grunted, before walking away.
HANE
