"Ah, Deloris." Amelia purred. "So happy that you are here. I won't have to deliver your notice separately." The Toad-faced Witch gave a smile that curdled Harry's stomach. "Something Dire happened at Hogwarts. It Caused one student to be arrested, pending Charges, and Forcing House Potter to come to you, Minister."
"How Can I Help You, My Boy?" Fudge's face had a smile that Vernon often used to smooze new clients.
"How do you Feel about those who attempt to 'Line End' outside of Honourable Combat?" Harry mimicked the smile.
Just then the door burst in, as Lord Malfoy entered in a panic. "Fudge! My Heir has been arrested on some trumped up charges!"
"Lord Malfoy!" Deloris purred, "We will get that taken care of Right Now."
"Not so Fast" Bones spoke softly, her grin turning predatory. "First, Lord Malfoy. Without verifying the Status of young Draco… How did you hear of his incarceration?"
"Damn it Woman!" the Blond man railed, "My Son is clapped in irons and you wonder how I heard of it?" He snorted, "I have friends in almost every Department in the Ministry! Someone heard something, and dropped me a floo!"
"Second Question." Bone stalked the Wizard. "If Someone, in a fit of Anger, had cast a Castration Hex as your Heir…"
"Blood Feud." Lucious spat. "With the Full Power at my disposal."
"Third, and Last Question." Amelia Bones was nose to nose with the Blond Lord. "If Said Caster had a Father that could bend Fudge here over a Barrel… kind of like how you can, no aspirations…"
Malfoy opened his mouth, his Face twisted in a manner that described what he thought of someone bending Fudge like he had him bent… then his Slytherin Mind filled in a few details… Potter, Rumoured to have been learning forign magic, raising mini-dragons… the bushy haired mud-blood, Potter's pet. Top of her classes grade wise. Sissy's Niece the Half-blood Meta. Then there was the time… just after breakfast. Why were they not in class? Was it his imagination, or was the back of the Boy's hand inflamed… as if He had used a DMLE Blood Quill.
The Four of them in Fudge's Office… either timed just right to catch him… or trying to beat him to Fudge…
Mafoy went from Purple-red with rage to pinkish white as his stomach dropped. "What did that little Shit do?" He Hissed.
"He Fired a castration hex at Heiress Bonnes… before the Entire Great Hall, just before the Director arrived for a meeting on another subject." Potter answered.
Deloris went pale, before she rebounded into Rage at the uppity halfblood…
Fudge just went pale, as he collapsed into his desk chair.
"You Lying little turd!" Umbridge seethed at Potter, "No Pureblood would dare cast such a curse!" She hissed, before turning to the Director. "Regent. My sympathies on the Ending of your Line." her voice was so sweet it was sickly.
Bones blinked, before returning the smile. "Oh, Susan is okay. Thankfully the Scion she was talking to about a legacy contract, was able to deflect the hex before it hit." She sat on the edge of Fudge's desk. "Like the lad said, the Boy cast the hex in front of the whole Great Hall. Four Heirs have declared that they back Potter. Knowing that you would run here to have your pet Minister spring your 'poster child for an abortion' before I can start the paperwork and then sweep everything under the rug… like Dumbledor… we jumped here and filed the paperwork… for a Blood Feud."
Malfoy hit the wall by the door. The fact that four Heirs were backing Potter was a gut punch… but comparing Him to the Headmaster…
That was just … Low.
"Who stands against me?"
"Abbot." the Boy sneered, "Black. Greengrass. Longbottom. Zabini." Harry stepped close, to 'stare the white haired wizard down'. "Considering that House Bones has cried Bloodfeud, and declared House Potter Her Champion… "
"How can you claim Black?" Malfoy hissed.
"Oh… That. Like we told Fudge last June, Sirius was innocent of the crimes he was accused of when Barty Crouch sentenced him to Life. Pettigrew still lives." Harry snorted. "Lord Arcturus the Third had named Sirius his Heir, while naming you his proxy." Harry let Slobberjowel touch his eyes. "You need a proper trial to strip a Named Heir of his Titles."
"You would kill your own cousin?" Deloris hissed.
Harry swung his head to look at her, "Have you met the 'Pig in a Wig'?" His voice went gravely, "Even if you liked muggles, he would be on your 'hex first' list. But you are talking about Draco Shitstain. Since I first met him in Diagon Alley in 91, he has bad mouthed my friends, insulted me personally, and used his limited mental skills to provoke me into losing points by baiting me by attacking me or my friends and letting Snape step in when I am about to hand him is inbred ass." Harry made a fist, "But just once, I use my wits instead of my fists or wand to beat him … Publicly… and he throws a fit and like a battle mad Griffondore, casts a curse that Any Pureblood would find Horrid if not worse. To make matters worse, he cast it not at me, the one who was sitting beside me."
Malfoy was whiter than his hair, as his eyes flickered over those in his presence. He had one card left to play…
"Were-guild?"
HANE
Greengrass watched Harry and the three Witches fade into nothing.
"Anticipation my Sweet Arse." Susan moaned, "That caused my Panties to Drop."
"Power and Skill." Greengrass stepped to her side. "I would not say 'drop', but I did feel a little slippage." She turned to look the redhead in the eye. "Abbot. Davis. Help me walk Miss Bones to see the Mediwitch."
"Why do I need to see Poppy?" Sue whined.
"One. You were just attacked with a Castration Hex." Daphne was cold, impassive. "Two. You and I need to talk about Potter." She flashed a smirk, "Three. Who Among us wants to sit in class after that!"
"Professor Sprout!" Abbot turned to the High table, and yelled to the frumpy Hedge-Witch, "We're taking Bones to see Poppy."
Neville Blinked, before the redheaded twin terrors scooped him under the arms, and drug him from The Hall.
McGonagall stood, cleared her throat… "I expect everybody to be in class. Potter and Granger will be serving detention with me tonight, as Bones, Abbot, Davis and Greengrass will be spending their evening with Professor Sprout." her grin was chilly, "Everybody else gets to spend time with Professor Snape."
Almost the entire Hall emptied.
"I feel the love." the Potion Master drawled.
HANE
Headmaster Albus Dumbledor was not happy. He had been in this DAMN cell since the night before, awaiting the Director to come speak to him. He had accepted Shacklebolt's apology about stunning him, in front of the Director. Even Albus accepted that He had acted too rashly in the moment.
[Flashback]
"Headmaster." The Black Auror rumbled as he glided up to the cell door. "I believe these should ease the sting." A hemp drawstring bag was passed through the bars. "Too Many wands were in play for me to back you at the time." The Master Auror folded his arms into his sleeves. "My cover as your Man is secure, should you need me for other activities is still intact." The Blackman stepped away from" the doorway, "My delay was explained by my reverence for you, and my disbelief that you would be accused of 'Dereliction of Duty'."
"And just what is the Director doing?"
"Following up on the Crouch case." King ticked off the items on his fingers. "She has reopened the Black case, and rescinded the 'Kiss' order. Black Himself needs to report into the Ministry by noon tomorrow, or the Potter boy is in hot water. Every red-robe knows that Black is due, and to be taken with silk gloves, or Bones will skin them alive." The Blackman curled his lip, "I have spent the last week digging into the Black File myself… How he made it to Azkaban is a Mystery by the Paperwork. Whomever set him up failed to follow through. There is Nothing after He was arrested…"
Albus popped a Lemon sherbet into his mouth and remained mum. He projected a look of thoughtfulness.
King shrugged, "I will report back tomorrow, if they have not pulled you out and up to the 'conversation rooms'." He turned and lumbered off.
[Flashback end]
Albus was sitting on his cot, stirring his mush, as that is all they served this morning for breakfast. That and a very weak tea.
A noise from the Hallway caused him to ghost to the door and peer out, as Master Auror Runcorn was dragging a bound Draco Malfoy behind him.
Draco was swearing and cursing. "Do you know who my Father is?" The brat yelled as Runcorn tossed him into the cell across from Albus.
"Why? Did your Mother not tell you?" Runcorn bit back, before he snorted at his own joke. (Albus too snorted at the Jab, but muffled it in his beard.)
"When My Father hears of this, your Head will roll!"
"Someone's head is going to roll." Runcorn sneered. "But I Doubt that it is going to be mine. Now be silent, or I will Silence you." He turned his back to the now locked cell, and stared straight ahead. If Albus did not know better, he would think that the man had turned to stone.
Albu nodded, 'So the Little shit finialy did something really stupid.' He returned to his bed and mush with a smile.
HANE
In the Medic ward, four witches sat on two beds, while they awaited the mediwitch.
"So." Greengrass smirked at Bones. "What are we going to do about Potter?"
"Let me clarify." Susan was as cold as her counterpart, "You are in the same boat as I am. You need a consort contract with Potter. Correct?" Daphne nodded. "And you were planning to throw Tracy under him to seal the deal." Tracy snorted but the two witches in green trim nodded. "I can not do the same, as Hannah has her sights on another wizard." Susan smirked at her besty, "A wizard she likes to bury in her cleavage, it seems."
Hannah turned bright red.
"But, According to Potter, there is another… a Muggleborn with aspirations of working in the Ministry." Sue Took a minute to recenter herself, "Over heard a Rumor, that Potter is Linked to House Black as a scion if not Heir. Add in the Old Fool's tampering… and we have a 'Fuster Cluck'." She snorted. "Harry was talking about my 'Wifely Duties' and the concept of a 'Cluck Fuster' was mentioned." the way she used the words, everyone knew that she was trying to sidestep the vulgarity of the language.
"Cluck Fuster?" Daphne raised an eyebrow. "Did he say when this was to happen?"
"After our Marriages to him." Susan shrugged, "Sometime in the next five years. Once a month We, the Wives, would decide on a Monthly Family Orgy Night, and schedule our individual nights with him. He gets to just show up, pleasure us, and die with a smile on his face." She sneers.
"He plans to breed us twice a month, each, and that is it?" Tracy crossed her arms over her budding chest.
Susan frowned as she thought over her conversation… "No. He is demanding at least twice a month." She locked eyes with Tracy… "and I quote, 'everything else is upto the witch.' Like if you wanted, he would use you every night he was not using the rest of us." Susan patted Hannah on the back of the hand, "Unfortunately Hannah is not included in his wifely selection. If I so chose for him to Use her… I will be used by her Husband."
"When can we start using him?" Tracy hissed.
"Full usage?" Susan asked with a cocked eyebrow, "When the witch has a contract with each other, and has had her fifteenth birthday. Just kissing and petting…. When we get the contract down in ink."
``If I am hearing you correctly…" Tracy purred, 'I sign a blank page, call it the contract, and I can have him mauling my tits, today, instead of lunch?"
"Yes." Sue grinned, "and we can then add something about when he is named of age, every witch that has taken him to the broom closet instead of lunch, will submit to being anually probed by our Lord… in front of us all."
"Him playing with the twins, and buggering me while you all watch him sink into my arse, wishing you were me?" Tracy sneered. "Where do I sign?"
"You sign, you will be bent over a desk three nights after Samhain screaming into a ball-gag." Sue crossed her arms under her massive mams. "Potter believes that come the end of the tenth month of this year… the Old Fool will have caused something to happen. Since the Triwizard Tournament is meant for those of Age only…"
"And because Potter gets shafted, so do I." Tracy nods… "I can live with that. I will need to plug and stretch, but I will live."
"You are excluding me, and including Granger in my place?" Hannah huffed.
Sue shot her besty a glare. "Not excluding you. Just not including you. Unless you let any wizard rub his face in your tits?"
"Oh?" Greengrass verbalised her presence. "Do tell."
"Before Malfoy showed up, Hannah here, had a wizard in a headlock. He was struggling just enough to keep breathing."
Hannah blushed as red as Susan's hair.
"Okay ladies." The mediwitch made her presence known. "What seems to be the problem?"
HANE
Sirius Black sat in the wing back chair in the dark room, as he watched the old Elf breathing. His, the Elf's, Breathing had improved. Even in the Last hour, the old elf had improved. His flesh had tightened up, as muscles from his Youthful Prime returned. The Bone structure too had regrown to it's prime. No Doubt the Elf's core had returned to its prime, and when the beast awoke… the House would be what the Human remembered… A Pureblood Palace in a rowhouse.
Sirius turned the scroll in his hand over, round and around. He trusted the sender. He trusted the Message… but the last Year and the twelve before that … Did he Trust the Ministry?
[Flashback]
The Two wizards were sitting down to a Chinese, from Lee Ho Fook's. Lupin was having the Beef Chow Mein, of course, but Black was more into the Sweet n Sour Pork, with a side of Beef and mushrooms, served over fried rice. And half a dozen egg rolls each.
When into the Room winged their favourite owl. After spending a few minutes cooing over the bird, she traded her scroll for a piece of SnS pork.
As she sat on the back of the couch, and nippled her treat, Black read the scroll three times before handing it to Lupin.
SOB
I have secured, at the Highest level, a meeting to move your freedom to the top of our to do list. The Director of the DMLE has it in her very best interest for you to arrive by Noon tomorrow at the Ministry, and you be treated with the softest touch.
I will admit, it is to my best advantage that they rough you up. But I still need you there by Noon. My Honour is on the Line.
Do this For Me.
Even if you end up in your last bedroom, I will come get you. There is nowhere on this Green Earth that they can hide you from me.
Yours, in Mischief
HJP
[Flashback end]
It was now going Ten…
He was addressed in his Grandfather's robes… Acromantula-silk threaded with unicorn hair. Blacker than night with a twinkling of stars from deep within the Blackness. He had left his Legacy Wand on the bedside table. Carrying a wand now would only lead to trouble.
At the first strike of Ten, he stood, and twisted into the either.
He twisted out into the Black Marbled Atrium of the Ministry. He approached the Welcome desk.
"Yes?" the bored Auror asked, not looking up from his crossword puzzle.
"Black, Comma Sirius… hear to see the Director…" twenty wands found him. "Ah, I see you are expecting me."
One Auror made a fist and tried to punch him… only to have his fist caught by a black man in tribal robes.
"It's just one punch, King. Just Black…"
"And 300 years of Bones serving Potter." The black man rumbled. "Of Bones Servicing Potter. Before she surrenders her House to Potter, the Director will end you in the most painful ways possible."
"Is that what he got out of her to force me to walk in here?" Sirius grinned at the Auror… Dawlish, he thought the guy was named. "To have those two lovely ladies servicing me… I would walk my best friend into a bar brawl or two myself."
"You did." Rufus the 'lion-maned' smiled as he exited the lifts. "Twice. Potter slugged you the first time, Lily the second."
