Chapter 7: Confrontations and staff meeting
The kitchen's atmosphere quickly changed when Lord Black stepped inside. Alastor immediately stood up and militarily greeted him.
"Lord Black, sir," Arcturus's silver eyes bore into his former apprentice. Despite his advanced age, Alastor still found the man to be terrifying. Something that was proven earlier today when he tore into the members of the Wizengamot. Particularly in Hopkirk, he did not know what was said, but knowing his former mentor, it would not bold well for the woman.
"At ease, Moody. I heard about your duel with my nephew," Moody became stiff at his teacher's cold voice. "Even though you lost, you helped him in a number of ways. Well done!"
The former Auror released a breath and sat down in his chair. For a moment, he thought the man would have cursed him into the next century. "Thank you, sir. The duel Kingsley and I had with him was spectacular. The best I had in a long time."
Arcturus gave him a curt nod before turning to Albus. "Dumbledore," narrowing his eyes when he greeted the old goat.
"Lord Black," the twinkle in his blue eyes presented themselves as he greeted in a civil voice. "Forgive my bluntness, but where is Harry? I thought he would be coming with you as several things need to be addressed."
"He'll be along in a couple of minutes," Arcturus replied, sitting at the head of the table.
"You left him alone," Molly said in an accusatory voice. "Anything could happen to—"
"He is more than capable of defending himself," the cold steel in his voice made her freeze. "Griphook and Ragnok said his order is ready."
Emmeline mustered her courage, "tell him his presence is mandatory and that he can deal with the goblins at a different time."
"Why don't you tell him yourself?" The person they'd been waiting for walked into the kitchen.
Before anyone could say anything, Daphne got up and stomped over to him with a deep glare. "You and I are going to have a long talk," she said in a dangerous voice that Harry found somewhat attractive. "Of all the reckless things you've done—you invoke the laws of magic to force seven death eaters into a fight and now have to face a hundred and fifty-two people."
Boy, did he know this would happen. Then without warning, she grabbed a handful of his robes to pull him closer. "If you do not come back alive, I promise that neither Merlin nor any of your ancestors will keep you safe from me."
"Clear," swallowing the lump that formed in his throat.
"Ms. Greengrass," Daphne turned her head towards Lord Black, "you have ten minutes."
A smile formed on his face when he saw how nervous the boy was, as it reminded him of how Dorea would tear into Charlus when he did something reckless. "Hadrian, here's some advice. Take it like a man, be straight with her as a woman will always know if you're less than truthful with them. Always! An most importantly, you're always wrong."
Before reacting, Daphne pulled him out of the kitchen and dragged him to the drawing room.
Alastor, Kingsley, Sirius, and Remus began chuckling as they remembered certain events from the past. "Reminds you of how Lily was with James," Remus whispered.
"You have no idea, Moony. No idea at all," Sirius managed to stifle himself.
Severus gave him a critical look before sending a mental message to his son, "that door better be open."
The small amount of joy ended when Emmeline glared at the oldest of the Weasley children. "If you were so close with Potter, why hadn't you said anything? Don't you think that would have been important for us to know?" The frosty tone of her voice was noticed by all.
"I will have to concur with Emmeline," Dumbledore joined as it did not take a genius to see that he wanted to know why William never said anything about his relationship with Harry. "You should have mentioned the two of you were friends. This could have helped the Order, and we wouldn't have had to waste so much time searching for him. Just how long have you known him?"
William gave him an indifferent look, "how long and when I met Harry is my business. You might be the leader of this group, but you have no control over who I associate with that isn't part of the Order." He defended.
"I did not mean to imply that you couldn't have associates not within the Order, William," trying to placate the man. "It's just that Harry is a unique case that must not be left in the wrong hands."
Blaise, Miwa, and Emily rolled their eyes. Bill gave a skeptical look as he had some misgiving about what Dumbledore meant. From his own experience, he knew when someone was hiding something when trying to cover up what they really wanted to say. Deception. Half-truths. All designed to get something. Deciding to change the conversation.
"Anyway, I believe it's time to get back on topic," he began, "starting with our group's limited resources and results. We neither have the numbers, firepower, political influence, or amount of money the death eaters have."
"That is something I think we can all agree on," Arthur's frown at Molly did not waiver. "Given public opinion, the Ministry's attempt to make things difficult by refusing to admit You-Know-Who return, and lack any useful resources, I doubt we'll be able to oppose him for long."
"They only just now realized that," Tracey whispered.
"Hang on. If money and resources are needed, then why not have Harry or Lord Black fund it?" Ginny asked. "You also have them," she pointed to Blaise, Tracey, Miwa, and Emily. "They all come from families with money. So why not—"
"You can forget it," Miwa interrupted. "Mr. Dumbledore already tried asking my family and was denied for a multitude of reasons. One: if any donations come from us, then that'll mean we are putting our lives in his hands. After what happened during the first war, counting on our support will not go well. Two: neither of my parents nor I trust or believe he knows what's best. Me especially after what he did a couple of years ago."
She narrowed her eyes, sending daggers that if looks could kill, then he would be dead. "Don't think I don't know what you did."
"What are you talking about?" wondering what she was talking about.
"Oh, I don't know," starting off sarcastically, "how about having the kids sent back to their birth areas so they could attend the schools of their native land? Attempting to feign ignorance will not help you this time. We Kawadas know when something unusual happens in the political sphere. Your relationship with the representative from Russia and the other settlements is a topic that caught our attention. Because of your machinations, my first and best friend had to leave to attend your school."
Albus was startled by what she said. How did the Kawadas learn about his relationships with the other I.C.W representatives? This was troubling.
"Ms. Kawada, I understand you have some misgiving about me, but please understand that Harry should never have attended Mahoutokoro. The school is…"
"Where I started to reach my potential," everyone turned to the door where they saw Harry and Daphne. Molly and Ginny saw how they were holding hands. Ginny looked on the verge of crying as she hoped her Harry was not dating that blonde Slytherin. "It also provided me with additional benefits that couldn't be gained at Hogwarts."
"Oh, yeah. What did they have that made them so great?" Ron asked bitterly. "Why are you holding hands with—What the what?" pointing to them with a shocked expression and looked ready to be sick.
"That's right, Weasley, your eyes don't deceive you. Daphne is my girlfriend and has been for a couple of months now," Harry confirmed.
Alastor immediately started laughing, "who did not see that coming?" It was a rhetorical question.
A handful of the room's occupants were shocked; no one more so than Ginny, as tears began streaming down her face. Meanwhile, Minerva gave the two a big smile.
"When did you two begin? Why would you choose her of all people? What does she have that I don't? How were you two able to keep it quiet for so long?" Ginny fired the questions in rapid succession, similar to how Hermione would in class.
"Okay, in order," he began, "I finally got enough brains to make a move during the Yule ball. I chose her for many reasons like strength of will, intelligence, determination, and the fact that her beauty would make a veela look average." That earned him a kiss on the cheek. "As for what she has, it could be due to her not being a stalker who only sees me as a way to get rich. She's not weak. Possess a brain and knows how to use it. Has never tried to use my sister to get to me. Also, my parents and grandparents approve of her. I can list some other reasons if you'd like? To your last question, Daphne's a Slytherin, and I was raised by members of my family who were in that House."
"But-But…you and I w-were supposed to be together," Ginny said in between sobs.
Then, with an exasperated sigh, he continued, "let me put this in a way that you can understand. You know absolutely nothing about me! What you think you know is nothing but a false reality. We have nothing in common, and I have no interest in being with a fangirl who was read to many boy-who-lived stories when she was a child."
"Bill, Mr. Weasley," looking at the two, "while I respect the two of you. Your family has got some real problems that need correcting. Starting with Ginevra, who desperately needs a refresher course of reality."
Both of the Weasley males grimaced at what he said though they found it hard to object. After closing his eyes, sucking in a breath, Bill responded, "on that, we agree. But, for what it's worth, I am sorry for how my siblings have acted. In regards to my sister, thanks for holding back."
"I made a promise and kept it," shrugging his shoulders. "I may be antisocial, cold, and ruthless, but I always keep my word. Something, Aunt Cassie drilled into me, among other things."
"Bottom line, I may not like your sister for various reasons; there's no reason for me to willingly go after her. To make this clear, I will never love, marry, nor will I ever have a family with her."
"You really are a dark wizard," Charlie sneered. "I cannot believe you actually said that. Ginny has longed to be with you for years. All she wanted was for you to return her affection, but apparently, she's not good enough. It's bad enough that she never got a piece of the basilisk that took her. And now you tell her point blank that you have no interest in her. You are nothing more than an arrogant piece of shit who is unworthy of holding onto the sword of Gryffindor and a disgrace to his House."
Many of the occupants, namely Harry's friends and family, shook their heads as Charlie just pulled a boneheaded move. On the other hand, Harry started laughing. "Wow, you really are a brainless weasel. Seriously, no better than that useless secretary you call a brother. If that's how you label dark wizards, then you're about as stupid as those whores you hire. No wonder Dora dumped you!" He then turned to his cousin.
"I can't believe you actually dated this loser. He is a racist dog and has a poor grasp of reality and logic."
Dora snorted, trying to conceal her amusement, "believe me, I regret it every day. The only thing I regret is not dumping him sooner. Though, it is funny to see him make an idiot of himself. An unimportant chauvinistic pig is what he is. Always has been."
That comment made Charlie angrier. Before he could utter a response, Harry cut in.
"Alright, Weasley, let me see if I can help you," staring intently at the ginger. "First of all, I'm a member of the grey faction, meaning I am not as soft as the Light nor as extreme as the Dark. If I was a dark wizard, as you claim, then every member of your family would be dead by now. Starting with your mother when she tried to have me married into her family. I could have left your sister for dead in the chamber and done a bunch of other illegal shit to her. Today your younger brother Percy had the nerve to challenge me to take my rightful place as a Lord. I would have been well within my rights to kill him and would have if not for Bill. From one older brother to another, I know how painful that would have been for him to bury a sibling. As for the basilisk's hide—that thing belongs to me by right of conquest. Your sister may have been taken by it, but she did not fight nor get bit. Therefore, she has no claims to it."
"Last, you better be ready to fight me for this sword as it is mine by birthright," letting go of Daphne's hand to pull the sword out of its scabbard. "You have no concept of what this sword really is. This is not merely Godric Gryffindor's but also happens to be the holy sword used by King Arthur. Behold the Sword of Excalibur." Raising it in the air, he began chanting the sacred words to make the blade take a different form.
Gone was the form of Gryffindor's sword and soon replaced by a new look. The sword did not morph into the form of Excalibur but into something new. The hilt with the easy grip, the solidly built hand guard, the long blade, the sharp edge with a mirror-like finish…all of these materialized as the sword lengthened. In short, it looked cross between a longsword and katana.
"It's beautiful," Miwa admired the sword's new appearance. "Though, I can see a resemblance between a longsword and katana."
Her inquiry made him smirk, "your eyes do not deceive you. A combination of the two areas where I call home," a proud smile appeared. He then turned to face the Order, more notably Molly and Charlie, "if you desire to rip this sword away from me, then you better be ready to give your lives. Understand any attack on me or my companions will mean death. Do any of you want to test that out?"
No one dared to disregard his statement, as they could tell he meant it. Except for Ron and Charlie, who looked like they wanted to play it off as a bluff, but a severe look from Arcturus said they had better be ready to die.
"Good now, before we get to why it was so important for me to be here. I have something to take care of first," shifting his gaze to the one person he was talking about. Speaking in Japanese, 「吉田美和 川田。」(Miwa Yoshida Kawada.) She rose from her seat. 「あなたは私のライバルでした。私の最も親しい友人であり、長い間姉妹だと思っていた人もいます。私たちは血ではないかもしれませんが、あなたは何度も自分自身を証明してきました。忠誠心、決意を示し、私に家族の感覚を与えてくれました。」(You have been my rival. My closest friend and someone I have long since considered a sister. Though we may not be blood, you have proven yourself numerous times. By demonstrating loyalty and determination and providing me with a sense of family.)
「これをあなたのために作ったのは、これらの理由とそれ以上の理由です。」(It is for these reasons and more that I had this made for you.) Reaching into his watch, he pulled out a long wooden box with her family crest. Unclipping the lock, he opened the lid, 「私たちが経験したすべてのことの後、あなたは厚い時も薄い時も私のそばにいてくれました。これらは、あなたが永遠にハウス・オブ・ポッターの姉妹であり続けるという象徴として役立ちます.」(after everything we've been through you have stood by me through thick and thin. Let these serve as a symbol that no matter what you will forever be a sister of the House of Potter.)
Miwa was speechless as words couldn't even be formed. Inside the box was a Musashi samurai sword. The scabbard was black with a gold symbol on the bottom that meant Honorable. Picking the blade up, she strapped it to her back, ensuring it was secure. Next, she pulled the sword out. The blade itself was black and had a sharp edge with a mirror-like finish. Examining it closely, the black and gold handle was a little bigger; if her suspicions were true…she pulled the blade apart, revealing that it was actually two swords together. Words could not describe what she felt when twirling her new blades around.
「彼らはすごい！ Archfiend 鋼で強化された Goblin 金属。これは私が値する以上のものです。」(They're amazing! Goblin metal enhanced with Archfiend steel. This is more than what I deserve.) Tears started forming in her eyes.
「あなたはそれらを獲得しました。」(You earned them), smiling at her. 「血を数滴垂らして魔力を込めれば、どこにいても召喚できる」(If you put a few drops of your blood on it, imbue your magic into it. Then you'll be able to summon it no matter where you are.)
Doing what he said, she clasped the swords together, sliced the palm on her left hand, and allowed some blood to fall on the blades. After six drops, the cut instantly healed. Next, pushed her magic in until the blade glowed white. Now, she will be able to call whenever or wherever she is. Sheathing her sword in its scabbard, she wrapped her arms around Harry in a big hug.
After a long minute, they separated and took their seats. Harry addressed two others, "master Shacklebolt, master Moody it's good to see the two of you again."
"Likewise," Kingsley offered a smile. Alastor grunted. "I've seen and dueled against many powerful opponents in my days and am proud to acknowledge you as one of the best. The strategies and use of battle tactics were most impressive."
"High praise coming from a Master Strategist and a brilliant Tactician such as yourself. I've heard tales of your reputation when utilizing different tactics. Any chance we can sit and have a discussion about them?"
"I would be honored. Perhaps sometime in the coming weeks, we can get together. However, I doubt I'll be able to provide much; if the rumors I've heard about you are true, then it'll be you teaching me."
Chuckling a bit, "our last battle was very instructive and helped me improve my fighting styles. For that, you and Master Moody have my gratitude and everlasting respect. In fact, I will provide you two with an answer on how to deal with Bellatrix and Dolohov should you ever come across them again." That shocked the two as they've fought Voldemort's right hand on several occasions, each time she bested them. "However, we'll have to discuss it when this meeting is over."
Both Duelists shared a knowing look as if having a conversation before agreeing to the proposal.
Seeing they were done, Albus resumed control. "Harry, my disappointment in you and your actions are, but is not limited to, the fact of keeping your Lordships a secret these past two years. Had you told me, I could have helped you understand what is happening. By taking those seats at such a young age and removing me as your House proxy will bring trouble graver than you could even imagine," he began with a sad grandfather demeanor. "You are treading on a very dark path similar to Voldemort when he was younger. You have gone into the Chamber of Secrets after I told you not to, have performed rituals on yourself, and killed more than fifty people in a year. I watched your duel with Voldemort and his followers," most of the Order gasped at the name, not that Dumbledore noticed. "Many of your spells were filled with dark magic that you used to slaughter the Death Eaters. What do you have to say for yourself?"
"You mistake me for someone who actually cares about your opinion," answering in a neutral voice with an expressionless mask. "Unlike your Order of fried chickens, I have no interest in seeking your approval to do what I have done. You say what I've done is bad though I have not even thought about why. Well, I'll tell you. My actions are because a hypocritical asshole can't seem to get it into his thick head that he shouldn't meddle in affairs that do not concern him. Because of his choices, mistakes, and failures, I have to go to extremes to survive. Each year there is a form of danger that can either be minimized or should never happen. Your over-reliance on being a pacifist and affinity for giving second chances has caused several issues for both students and several others."
"I am a single man. A man who is prone to making mistakes like any other human. Yourself included." Albus rationalized. "I also cannot be held responsible for everything that happens during the school year."
"Stop playing games, old man," Harry rolled his eyes. "You've been in politics for over fifty years and know how to cover up your words. If anything threatens the student body during the school year, it's your job to fix or rectify it. The amount of bullying clearly indicates that you have not been doing your job. You already have four sitting across the table," gesturing to Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George. While the first two glared daggers at him, the others looked down in shame. "Then we get to some others like Malfoy and his friends. All of whom have attacked people with racial slurs, physically or magically harmed them."
"If I have to punish Mr. Malfoy and his friends for their bad behaviors, then I would have to punish the others as well," Dumbledore said. "Besides, there is a limit to what I can do. Some students have parents/guardians on the school's board and in the Wizengamot. And I can hardly do anything as they refuse to tell any of the professors."
"Really? Because it sounds like you are more interested in playing politics than doing your job," Harry glared at him. "As for not telling the professors, they don't believe they can handle the situations. A teacher's job is to protect their students, not brush it off and preach about forgiveness. For someone who is supposed to be all-wise and powerful, you sure are blind when it comes to the student's wellbeing."
A handful of the adults understood where he was coming from, especially Minerva, who bowed her head in shame. There were numerous times when she would have to come to the aid of students who were either harassed by those who were older, in different Houses or came from families on the Wizengamot. Each time, Albus would insist she'd go easy on them. The same was with her fellow teachers.
"This is precisely why the people have lost faith in you," Harry added.
"That's not fair," Albus argued.
Scoffing at the man's choice of words, "fair? Since when do you care about being fair? Your actions up till now have been anything but fair. Forcing people to do things your way, no matter how good the intentions are, is fraught with danger and leads to disaster as for mistakes. Mistakes are something one should learn from something you haven't done yet. Whatever misguided notion you may have, the fact remains that you are still making the same errors. It's only when your plans blow up in your face that you decide to come clean, but the damage is already done by then. Since you're old, I'll say this in a way you can understand: Grow up, stop being such a pacifist and shortsighted, and take responsibility for your actions."
The two locked eyes for what seemed like an eternity, with none daring to back down. Dumbledore mentally roared in frustration as his pawn refused to see things his way. He needed to come up with a plan to get Harry under control. Oh, how he would wish to simply have the boy killed, though unfortunately couldn't as he was still needed for the fight against Tom.
"It would seem that we are at an impasse," stated Albus. "That said, there is a bigger problem than you and I. We both know that Voldemort is again at large with a substantial number of people behind him. A good portion were slaughtered the night of his return. Why did you not say anything about him being back after fighting him?"
"What would be the point?" Harry bit back. "If I started saying stuff about his return without proof, no one would believe me. Rather than waste my time announcing his return like an idiot, there are other ways of dealing with an enemy."
"Why wait?" Sirius identified the woman as Emmeline Vance. "Instead of going behind the scenes, you should be using the resources you have to help us in our efforts to defeat them. Even after everything you've been through, you are still naïve and have little experience when fighting in a war. We, on the other hand, have much more experience when it comes to dealing with these sort of things." She said in an arrogant, condescending voice, earning a collection of nods from the older members.
As everyone looked at Harry, expecting him to say something snarky were surprised when he started laughing. "Wow, you are not only shortsighted but also quite arrogant. How a woman your age could suggest something so stupid is astounding. If this is all that stands against him, then none of you will survive for long." The Order members could only stare in shock at what he said. Vance, however, stared angrily at him. "Your approach is about being brash and recklessly jumping into something without analyzing a situation first. Guess we know where you were sorted when you were in school."
"You are nothing more than an entitled, arrogant, selfish prick. Who has no right being in Gryffindor, let alone Lord of the House." Ron snarled.
"Well, lucky for me, I neither need nor require your opinion as it isn't worth dragon's piss." Harry mocked, causing the redhead's cheeks to turn red. "Those who wear their hearts heavily on their sleeves…who are easily angered will be the first to die on the battlefield. People like you, Weasley, who bet on luck rather than skills will always lose and end up six feet underground being worm food."
"Potter is exactly right," Severus sneered at the Weasley boy. "Only a foolish idiot would step onto a battlefield expecting an easy victory. That doesn't even begin to describe you, Weasley; with you being as mediocre at magic as you are, I wouldn't want to partner with you. The Dark Lord's newest recruits wouldn't even break a sweat when facing you, as they would finish you off in no time flat. And that's not counting the members from his inner circle as they would make mincemeat out of you. I give you four minutes which is awfully generous."
Alastor cleared his throat, "both Snape and Potter are right. Death Eaters do not play. Besides, lad, you have no training, combat experience, and no skills in magical dueling."
"But what about the Death Eaters?" Elphias Doge entered the conversation. "Why would you openly antagonize and goad them into fighting? It makes no sense." And then it hit him, "wait a minute; you wanted this to happen. You knew how they valued their images and forced their hands in a way knowing that they couldn't back out."
A dark smile appeared on Harry's face, "you astound me. For an old and out-of-shape windbag, you fail to see the bigger picture. It's such a shame you never sought to study art. There is so much it can show you. But I guess that's just how old people are, so set on their beliefs to the point of arrogance and shortsightedness. Such a shame."
Arcturus shot him a look with his eyes crossed between pleased and irritated, "we'll talk about respect for your elders later."
"Noted. I'll set aside time next week," he sarcastically said.
"Don't be a smart aleck," the old man narrowed his eyes. Sirius, though was having a hard time concealing his amusement. After firing a stinging hex at his grandson to sober him up, he looked back at his nephew. "Just because I'm old doesn't mean I can't put my foot up your arse."
Shrugging his shoulder, he got up from his seat and began walking around the occupants with both hands behind his back. "To defeat your enemy, you must know them. Not simply their battle tactics but their history, culture, philosophy, and art. Failure to study these four important factors and not seeing the bigger picture of things will always lead to defeat." His calm, cold voice sent shivers down some of their spines.
Then stopping behind a shivering Mundungus Fletcher, "a good portion of you are only in this because you want to be remembered as fighting for the Light. While a certain few are here for other reasons like thinking you will be safe from danger. Isn't that right, Fletcher?" The short slowly turned around to see Potter looking directly at him. His breath got caught in his throat. He then started walking again, "know this if you betray or put my family and friends in danger then I will introduce you to a fate worse than death."
Completely captivated by his words, a few felt their hearts stop and started yellowing and browning their trousers. Mundungus did both and fainted into his soup.
"How was that, Uncle?" Crossing his arms across his chest with a dark smile on his face.
Arcturus then started laughing, "most impressive, Hadrian. I daresay Cassie would approve."
Flashing the man a smile, he turned to the others, "there, I have just given you all some valuable insight. What you make of it is your choice." Returning to his seat, he spoke loud enough for only Daphne and Miwa to hear, 「さて、彼らが私の言葉の背後にある意味を理解しているか見てみましょう.」(now let's see if they understand the meaning behind my words.)
Miwa started giggling and shook her head. However, Daphne gave him a mischievous grin. 「私は今、あなたにとても夢中です。」(I am so hot for you right now.)
"What kind of advice is that?" Hermione snapped before he could reply. "The only thing you did was scared some of the Order members."
Ron then picked up, "if that's your idea of a joke, then you have a really dark and sick sense of humor. How can you even call scaring people a lesson? What the heck is wrong with you?"
Harry shut his eyes and interwound his fingers, "that lesson is one of the reasons why your two uncles and this group of vigilantes lost so many of their members during the last war. Basically, they were weak!"
That made every Order member freeze. All except for Kingsley, Alastor, Sirius, Severus, and Dora. For they knew where he was getting at.
"Ah, I see some of you understand what I'm saying," giving them a confirming nod.
"Young man, the only thing you did was show where your true allegiance lies," Molly's face was red. "I never thought you would stoop so low as to—"
"No, Molly," Alastor cut her off, "though his words are harsh, they hold an important lesson. One that we should have learned and used to our advantage during the last war."
"How do you figure that?" Emmeline inquired, not at all happy with the young man.
"Simple," Blaise responded, "Voldemort and the Death Eaters," ignoring their collective gasps, he pressed on, "thrive on the chaos and fear they spread. By preying upon their fears, they were met with little resistance and allowed to do whatever they pleased."
Tracey then picked up, "something that is not too different from what goes on in our House at school. Had any of you outsiders ever bothered asking us how things were, then maybe you would have understood why some of us act the way we do." Shooting them all looks of disgust. "This has nothing to do with the levels of magic you might have. It's about mastering your fears and using them against your opponents. A tactic Death Eaters often use to their advantage; after intimidating their foes, they move in for the kill."
Neville soon finished the rest, "to manipulate the power of fear, a person has to first master their own. This is one of the key aspects of war and a potentially dangerous tactic that should not be used lightly. Whether the Death Eaters know this or not should not be underestimated, given their personality and dueling styles. Rather than fighting for a small victory, you can use it to send a message that you are not afraid of them."
Many of the adults were shocked to the point of stillness while Harry, Miwa, and Emily started clapping their hands. Meanwhile, Alastor and Kingsley beamed with pride. The latter of the two looked directly at Harry, "so this was part of your plan from the start. You wanted Fudge and Percy to be afraid, then when they started lashing out at you, you used it to your advantage to scare and get them out of the way. With them out of the way, you were free to go after the Death Eaters without any interference. Well played! Very Slytherin!"
"What can I say? I was raised by some of the best Slytherin and a military strategist," he proudly said. "This is only rehearsal as the real performance has yet to begin. Precision demands planning. Planning demands patience."
"Fudge is a greedy, power-hungry idiot who only cares a lot about his image. So instead of waiting for him to make a mistake, I forced him to make a careless error. Think about this from a tactical perspective." Then, turning to Dumbledore, "I just gave you some much-needed advice on how to deal with Fudge.
Releasing a deep sigh, "Harry, I do not disagree with the fact that Cornelius is a fool. But he is a fool that we must suffer. He is a peace-time Minister, not a war Minister. Unfortunately, you pushed him further into Tom's hands and made our struggles that much more difficult. He was already in Lucius's pocket; you inflamed the situation by making him more reliant. Both Cornelius and young Percy are terrified and desperate more than ever now. Poor Percy was so traumatized that he retreated into himself. But whatever you did to Cornelius may have caused him some lasting mental and emotional problems, and now you are suing him for all his money and home."
"What I did to that pig was no different than what I did to them," gesturing to Fred and George, who shuddered at that memory. "And this has nothing to do with me taking his money…I only require results."
"How much money do you have?" Ron blurted out, only to be bopped on the head by Bill.
"That is not your business," his brother scolded.
"Indeed, Bill," Harry twisted his lips. "The amount of money I have in Gringotts is more than adequate enough for my descendants and me to not have to work a day in our lives."
"We have gotten off-topic," Albus cleared his throat, "Harry, I would like to formally ask you to join the Order of the Phoenix."
Harry gave him a skeptical look, "you want me to join? Why?"
"I know that we have our disagreements and that you neither like nor do you respect me. But I hope we can put that aside long enough to finally rid the world of Voldemort. You're a very bright young man, and know firsthand that he will only grow stronger. The power he exhibited in the graveyard is proof that despite returning wasn't at full power."
"Can't argue with that," he stated, "however, there are other ways of fighting him. Ways that don't prevent me from doing what needs to be done in times of war. There is also the fact that we would never see eye to eye on each other's methods. If I were foolish enough to side with you, that would mean my life would be in your hands, and that's not going to work out so well. Like you said, I neither like nor do I respect you…however, you left out some important details. Such as me trusting you and the members of your group. This one meeting was most illuminating. The Order is full of arrogant hypocrites who are accustomed to following your orders without question. Now, let's try this again. Why do you want me to be a member?"
The twinkle from Albus's eyes was replaced by one with fire; sucking in a breath, "you are an important part of this war. If you align with us, it will give us more credibility. From the last war, we lost several members and do not have the numbers, finances, or resources."
Daphne and Miwa looked at each other from the corner of their eyes as if sharing a silent conversation. They could tell Dumbledore was hiding something, as there were other reasons he wanted Harry to become part of the Order.
Pretending to be deep in thought even though he had already made his decision. "The answer is no! You cannot be trusted, especially not after everything you've put my family through and your actions during the last war."
"Harry, please reconsider," Dumbledore's insistence slightly grated on his nerves, "if you refuse, then countless others will die. If you allow your anger towards me to cloud your judgment, then Tom will win. Are you so willing to punish me for my mistakes and failures at the cost of innocent lives? Do you really want your hands stained in the blood of those who cannot defend themselves?"
"Pretty speech; it might have worked on those who are weak-minded. Guilt-tripping doesn't work on me. My answer is as thus no. I will not join you or provide you with any funding."
Seeing he wasn't going to get anywhere, he gave the boy a disappointed look. "I expected better from you." He turned his head, "Lord Black, Sirius, I will take my leave for the day." Rising from his seat, he exited the kitchen through the floo, where it transported him back to his office at Hogwarts. This was soon followed by some of the Order members who shot looks of anger in Harry's direction.
"Manipulative goat," Blaise said. "I can't believe he tried to guilt trip you into complying. That's just sad."
"You'll get no argument from me. So can we count on you for next Friday?"
"Hell yeah, grandfather agreed to give me the day off," Blaise joyously said. "We are going out style."
Neville smiled, "gentlemen, let's make it our best night ever. I can hardly wait as it is going to be great. Friday night, here we come. Also, Harry, are we still rendezvousing at your place for training tomorrow?"
"There has been a change in plans," he stated with a grin. "Training is still for tomorrow, but I will not be in attendance. Much to my regret, I have to attend some meetings," groaning. "I hate politics and having to deal with bureaucrats. Luckily, however, Miwa has agreed to take over in my absence."
A sadistic smile appeared on her face, "don't expect me to be soft on you like Harry was. Unlike my brother, I'm not as kind when it comes to training, so be ready to get to work."
"She means it," Emily said, and Blaise added a nod of confirmation. "You know, I got an idea. Can we use the basement, Uncle?" Looking at Arcturus, who merely grunted. "That's a yes." She led her friends out of the kitchen with Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Fred and George following behind, except for Miwa, who chose to stay with Harry.
Harry turned to Kingsley and Alastor, "now I believe I owe the two of you some answers. Consider it as a token of my appreciation for helping me."
"Alright, Potter. How do we defeat Bellatrix Lestrange and Antonin Dolohov?" Alastor growled.
"Careful as you are not the only one who is itching to get some revenge," Miwa warned. "If anyone deserves to kill that son of a bitch it's me. He killed my Uncle and will pay in blood."
"Relax, sis." Harry placed a hand on her shoulder. "You can have, Dolohov. However, I have some unfinished business with Greyback and that bitch cousin of mine."
"How can you even talk like that?" Molly shot to her feet. "The two of you are only fifteen. You should not be talking about killing. This is a job for the adults."
"By adults, you mean the people in the Order and the Aurors? Please, you fools have no idea what you're up against," Harry scoffed. "Those two are some of the most notorious and dangerous members of Voldemort's circle; against your people, they will win. Many Order members are out of shape and have no combat experience."
Kingsley stepped in, "he is right. During the last war, we were on the losing side because all we retaliated with were stunners, disarming spells, and other non-lethal spells. If we want to survive, then we need to change tactics."
"Aye," Alastor grunted, "Kingsley and I fought the pair on several occasions during the first war and barely escaped with our lives. The last time we fought them, we got lucky."
"Back to the point," clearing his throat, Harry resumed," if you want to defeat Bellatrix and Dolohov, then you will need a different approach. Shacklebolt and Moody are about even with that maniac in terms of power. When compared to Bellatrix, she outclasses you by a good margin. However, the times you've fought them, have you observed their dueling styles?"
Alastor shook his head while Kingsley was in deep thought.
"Bellatrix's style of combat is brutally aggressive and chaotic. The speed and power of her spells are not to be underestimated," Kingsley said. "Antonin's style is similar though not as fast, but utilizes a combination of dark and dangerous spells to win."
Nodding his head, "true, but you missed something critical about their styles. We will evaluate the two of you, starting with Master Moody. You're an aggressive and dominant type who created two different styles, which you later combined into a harmonious one. In some ways, it is similar to how my grandfather used to fight. Hardly a surprise since he trained you."
"Good man. He taught me much," Alastor commented, remembering his former mentor.
"Indeed. Grandfather's style was aggressive and domineering, but it also had a sense of caution. Yours does not." Harry said. "I observed and studied you both when you started training under him, after you became a member of the Guild, during the first war, after you lost your leg, and during our duel."
"That's cheating," everyone turned to see a fuming Hermione at the entrance. "Using information on someone during an exam is wrong. Meaning that you cheated on your Dueling exam."
"I did not cheat, Granger," Harry coolly replied.
"You just said you studied his dueling style," she argued.
"Don't get your knickers in a twist. I only studied him during and after our duel. Ergo I didn't cheat," turning his head away. "As I was saying, anyone can see that you're an extremely powerful duelist with a powerful style. However, it has a few weaknesses."
"Such as," beckoning the lad to continue.
"Your style emphasizes power and aggression for both offensive and defensive capabilities. After defending against an opponent, you immediately offer a counterstrike and press the assault with power-based attacks. The amount of speed you had in the past made you an effective warrior, but after losing your leg, you had to rework your style entirely. By definition, it got reworked into your spell work, though you managed to reclaim some of your old agility; it left you vulnerable to someone who utilizes speed and precision. That's one weakness. Next, we return to your overreliance on power attacks and aggressive tactics. I've noticed quite a few times that you use them to exhaust your opponents of their physical and magical strengths to create openings. While formidable, it can be used against you. The more aggressive you become, the more your technique begins to fall apart, and you'll leave gaps in your defenses. Gaps that would have been easy to avoid and lead to a trap. That's your second weakness. Then finally, we get to your final weakness—your reliance on power. You're far too earnest with your approach to combat and rely heavily on power. A person could wait you out and turn the tables on you when your power diminishes."
"So, for you, it would be best to temper the amount of power you use and make some adjustments to your overall style. Focus more on studying a more traditional style of combat before putting your own emphasis on it. Remember, power does not always guarantee victory."
Alastor understood what the boy was telling him as it was similar to what Charlus used to say after their training sessions. He didn't fully understand at the time, but now he did. Charlus wanted him to be more mindful of his approach to battle and not be consumed with what was right in front of him.
Harry then turned to Kingsley. "Master Shacklebolt, you're a calm tactical fighter who is a more traditionally well-balanced and speed stylist. The same with Moody. I've studied your style extensively and am amazed by how far you've come. That said, it comes from a more traditional standpoint. In addition, you mastered a couple of muggle martial art fighting styles and implemented them into your dueling skills."
"You got all that from that one duel we had?" Kingsley was gobsmacked.
"I did," the young man confirmed. "Capoeira, Muay Thai, Judo, Silat, and Karate. Being the type of fighter you are, the style will enable you to use a combination of speed, and traditional methods, which is perfect for your offensive and defensive skills. That and your ability to devise strategies in the heat of battle makes you exceptionally dangerous. The only weaknesses are that it lacks any true strengths to capitalize on save for your speed, and it prevents you from achieving total victory. So for you, I'd suggest playing to your strengths. Use that amazing speed of yours to deliver harder and sharper strikes. Force them into a false sense of security before unleashing your true power."
He then stood up to address them as a whole, "you two are extremely powerful and accomplished duelists that should be proud that y'all made it so far. Now that I've explained how to make your styles more effective when dealing with stronger opponents, I will tell you how to defeat Bellatrix and Antonin should they fight as a team. Instead of fighting on their terms, make them fight on yours. Lure them into traps. Kingsley, you have the speed and tactical analysis. Alastor, you have the power, creativity, and experience. Focus more on your combat styles by making them more effective, and when the time is right, use all your skills to take them down. Do not forget which houses you came from, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Together, you two can make the impossible possible."
With that, he and Miwa left for the basement where the others were.
"That boy really is something else," Kingsley said. "Guess we have some practicing to do."
Alastor started chuckling as he turned to Lord Black, "it seems the boy inherited the best traits from both Charlus and yourself."
Releasing a breath, "that he has. He's come a long way from when I first met him all those years ago." A sad smile appeared on his face, "my only regret is that Charlus and Dorea could not be here to see their grandson. They would be so proud."
"They'd be proud that you turned their only grandson into a murderer," a scandalized Molly said.
Arcturus snapped his head at her with a look that sent a shiver down her back, "use what little brainpower you have and shut the fuck up, woman. Hadrian is not dark nor a murderer, and you are the last person who needs to start judging someone. The only reason you are allowed in this house, let alone to breathe, is because he desired it to be this way. Contrary to what Cassiopeia and I wanted. If I had it my way, you would be dead by now!"
"He's right, Molly," Arthur leaned back in his chair, still agitated to hear about what she did. "We are going to have a long conversation. Follow me," getting up, he walked out of the kitchen with a fuming Molly in tow. The others went to see what the teens were doing in the basement.
Off to the side, Harry and Miwa leaned against the wall while the others showcased their skills in muggle combat. The other occupants of the house, besides Arthur and Molly, who were upstairs, were pleasantly surprised.
Clicking her tongue, she folded her arms around her chest, "enough," they instantly stopped. "Alright, I can work with this."
"What's the point of them learning how to fight like a muggle?" a confused Ron asked.
"For many reasons," Blaise replied, "if we don't have our wands, then we will at least have our martial arts skills should things get dicey. It also helps with our overall combat performance, among other things."
"That it does," Kingsley walked forward, "martial magic requires improvisation. From your little demonstration, I can tell you all learned some forms of martial arts."
Blaise was the first to speak, "Capoeira, Krav Maga, Muay Thai, Silat, and Aikido."
Daphne said, "other than dancing skills, I learned Ninjitsu, Muay Thai, and Wushu."
Then came Tracey, "Capoeira and Karate."
Neville, "Boxing and Aikido."
Emily, "Ninjitsu, Gymnastics, Muay Thai, and Silat."
Miwa, "I mastered Ninjitsu, Muay Thai, Krav Maga, Aikido, Judo, and many sword based fighting styles such as Kali, Fencing, Silat, Kenjutsu, and Niten Ichi-ryū."
"Impressive! Those styles will serve you lot well," Kingsley said.
"Um, Hadrian," Minerva began causing him to turn in her direction, "may I please see this dragon form of yours?"
Harry turned to Arcturus, who shrugged his shoulders. Taking that as a yes, he closed his eyes, breathed, and transformed. Gone was his human form as it now took the appearance of a dragon. Opening his eyes, he stepped toward Ron and Charlie before releasing a powerful ear-destroying roar. That definitely shocked the people who only just learned he had a second form. The two Weasley men were indeed affected as Ron was so scared that he browned his pants and couldn't even move. Charlie could only look with fear. He may work on a dragon reserve, but it usually took a team of handlers to face any one dragon.
"Morgana's saggy tits," Alastor croaked as Harry transformed back. "I am certainly glad to not be your enemy, Potter. The last thing I want is to lose any additional limbs."
"Don't worry. As long as you do nothing that harms my family, then I'll have no reason to go after you," the young man assured. "Onto another matter, who will be the Prefects for the Gryffindor fifth-years?"
"That's the best part," Neville started with his lips forming a smirk. "Fay Dunbar!"
"Hmm, glad it's her. She's an excellent student, has hardly ever gotten into trouble, is level-headed, not an arrogant bookworm, and not a teacher's pet. I approve," he looked at Minerva while ignoring the scathing look from Hermione.
"You just can't stand the fact of me being in a position of power," she accused as her cheeks reddened. "First, you cost me my position as Prefect and Head Girl. Then you somehow convinced the people at the W.E.A to reject my application of being put into the accelerated program. I would have been removed from Hogwarts if it were up to you."
"And that's wrong because?" Neville looked directly at her with a raised eyebrow. "Hermione, I don't think you understand how much you've tended to anger people over the years. There are a lot of people at school that wants you gone."
"Naturally, many of them come from Slytherin," Tracey replied. "Some like Draco and his band of idiots dislike you because of your blood status. The others are because of the way you act around them."
"Don't forget in Ravenclaw," Emily added. "Several of them despise you for acting so high and mighty about your smug and arrogant attitude about the class ranking system. Another set of reasons why is because you believe you're the only one who believes she's allowed to have all the answers and firmly believes everything written in books."
Harry quickly cut Hermione off when she was going to speak, "Granger, I personally do not care whether or not you attend school or not; choose to live in the muggle or magical world. Before you say anything condescending or snarky, you and I are going to have a talk. A long talk about your stay in this house."
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Four days later, a well-dressed Harry took a portkey to Hogwarts, where he landed a mile away from the gates. All the professors had been notified that a staff meeting was scheduled for the day. Part of a requirement for his new positions meant that he had to attend the staff meeting. Hopefully, the other professors will agree to his proposals to make changes. Strolling forward, he arrived at the gates and teleported past them, where he felt the wards activate to alert Dumbledore of his arrival. Strolling to the entrance, Harry's attention was on a different matter, namely the meeting he had with Lord Moon and his father regarding Lilith's training. The day after his trial, they sent a letter asking him to come. They spent an hour or two discussing the upcoming school year, the Death Eaters, Voldemort's return, and a few other things. In the end, an agreement was forged between them. Starting with Lilith learning more advanced spells to protect herself. Harry even put some more security around Bianca's house.
His train of thought followed him until he reached the second floor, where he ran into one of the several individuals who made his blood boil. Percy Weasley. The redhead paused the moment he saw Harry and instantly froze in fear. He remembered what happened at the Wizengamot and was shaken more than he'd like to admit. Even though the healers could fix his bones, the public humiliation and mental images of his family killed him on the inside.
"What are you doing here?" Percy tried to sound tough, but his eyes showed he was scared.
"Staff meeting. As an apprentice to the professors, I have to be here. However, I'm glad you're here, Weatherby," a dark look came across his face.
"What are you—" Percy didn't get to finish as Harry grabbed him by the throat and shoved him against the wall. "You and I are going to have a chat," Harry's cold voice sent shivers down Percy's spine.
"You and Fudge have caused me a lot of trouble, and while I would have killed you during our duel, I promised Bill I wouldn't. Attacking me was one thing, but attacking my sister crossed the line."
Positively scared, Percy spoke. "I had nothing to do with what happened to your sister, I swear," he croaked.
The fire in Harry's eyes burned bright green. "For your sake, you better hope you're telling the truth because if I find out that you had anything to do with the dementors attack, then I will make you suffer in more ways than you can even fathom."
"You can't," Percy tried to say but got punched in the face.
"For my sister and family, I will," Harry sharply retorted. "If you harm any of the students this year, not even Fudge will be able to save you. The pain you felt at the Wizengamot will be child's play compared to what will happen if I find out you were involved. Get the picture?"
Percy whimpered as he nodded.
"Good. And here's a little reminder of what might happen should you forget," sending a couple horrifying images into the man's head. "Now go!" Dropping him on the floor and walking away from a terrified Percy.
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Half an hour, all the Professors and various staff members were present. Percy did his best to maneuver himself to the farthest chair away from Harry. There was no doubt that he would make good on his promise. The agonizing humiliation and pain he went through previously was proof that Potter was not playing around. He felt that was the worst to come should he do anything offensive towards him. He still remembered his beating and heard what happened to the Minister.
Albus noticed how shaken Percy had become when the teachers started coming in and moved to a chair far away from Harry. When Percy became ghostly pale, he somehow knew that Harry must have had something to do with it. His suspicions were proven correct as he caught a glimpse of what happened on the second floor when they made eye contact. Despite being brief, he saw enough of the encounter, which shocked him as Harry threatened to do worse.
Clearing his throat, "well, now that we are all here. Let's begin," he announced. "Before we begin, I felt we should introduce the newest staff members. Delores Umbridge will be taking the post for the Defense against the Dark Arts, and Percy Weasley will be her assistant." That barely received applause as the professors from the past either taught or had encounters with her.
"Next, we have someone who clearly needs no introductions—Harry Potter, who will be undergoing studies for his master's in Potions, Charms, Transfigurations, and DADA."
"Hem, hem," Delores coughed with a sugary sweet smile plastered around her face. "I'm afraid you are short on a few details, Professor Dumbledore. Neither Mr. Weasley nor I have agreed to take Potter as our apprentice. Furthermore, I fail to see why his presence is necessary for this meeting."
"Then your knowledge regarding a Professors apprentice is lacking as well as your understanding of the old laws on how Hogwarts works," Harry commented. "Hardly a surprise given who you are, an unimportant paper pusher. So allow me to clear this up for you. My position as Lord Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin grants me 75% ownership making me the castle's proprietor. As for my apprenticeships, I'll be studying under Professors McGonagall, Flitwick, and Snape. All of whom have proven to be masters in their individual fields. Something that neither you nor your assistant seems qualified to teach something as important as Defense Against the Dark Arts. For that subject, I'll be self-studying."
The smile on Delores's face momentarily fell, "you would rather study alone than a Ministry-certified employee? "I will also let you know that my position here was granted by Cornelius. Who firmly believes that changes are needed to be made at this school."
Harry knew she meant something else as Fudge wanted to gain control over Hogwarts. "I would rather study under people who actually possess knowledge in that particular field when it comes to teaching and has vast knowledge in a subject. While there do need to be improvements. The Minister's actions as of late are questionable and unwarranted as he immediately assigned his secretary to the post after the W.E.A found someone competent for the position. Rather suspicious, I say." Stretching some of his words as his attention did not waver away.
This time her smile fell completely, "it is not your place to question the Ministry's decisions regarding the school, young man. What the Minister is doing merely trying to return this school to its former glory."
"You sure about that? Seems more like he's trying to fix his damaged reputation," snickering a bit. "To your last statement, my ownership of this castle grants me the same amount of power as the headmaster. Meaning, I have more power than you, and Fudge had better be careful about who he intends to cross unless something else happens to him." Not a complete lie, but in truth, he had more power than the headmaster.
"Is that a threat, Mr. Potter?" She asked in a dangerously sweet tone."
"You tell me," he challenged. "Take it however you like, but I have a little message for you to deliver while you're here. Tell that overweight piece of shit that he better have an answer about the Dementors attack by the 9th of September, or he'll find losing his job to be the least of his problems."
Some of the Professors tensed up as they'd spent enough time around Harry to know that he would never make a threat without good reasons.
"Be careful, Mr. Potter. I have the full force of the Ministry behind me." She warned. "One word from me, and Cornelius will have you sent to Azkaban."
He then let out a loud booming laugh that caught her off guard. "It's disappointing and rather sad that you believe I'm scared of you or Fudge. The two of you are nothing but mere jokes. You also better be sure about your power in the Ministry because there are a great many people who despise and want you either fired or dead. I often wonder what might happen to you if Fudge was removed. What say we find out at the next Wizengamot after the court case. How much he loses depends on you. The question is not what he'll lose. It's how much he loses?"
Delores's cheeks became red with anger. Who did this upstart child think he was to go after her and Cornelius in such a way? It will be unfortunate if he is involved in an accident. For argument's sake, she would have to consult Cornelius and her master about today's meeting.
"Not that this isn't amusing, but can we move this meeting along?" Severus sneered. "I have to brew some potions for Madam Pomfrey and need to pick up some last-minute ingredients from the International Apothecary."
"Severus is right." Filius squeaked. "Let's continue with the more important topics before getting into anything else."
The meeting continued for the next three and a half hours, with Dumbledore and all of the professors listing what they would teach the students. Most of the meeting was relatively boring, to say the least; something the professors acknowledged, given their body language. When Professor Flitwick inquired where Masters Sakai, Robinson, and Giichi were. Harry explained that they would no longer be in attendance as he would take over his sister's dueling lessons. Predictably Umbridge couldn't resist asking or rather demanding to know what he intended to teach her. Harry flat-out told her it was not her concern and neither she nor Cornelius had any say on the matter. That alone took an hour and something minutes to explain, which abruptly ended with her declaring that Cornelius would be hearing about this. While he would continue her Dueling lessons, Aart Marchbanks would continue teaching her Alchemy. Initially, his contract with Lord Stevenson would have remained the same, but Harry convinced him to change it, so now the contract would be between him, Harry, and Emily. After reaffirming the agreement with a new contract, everything else fell into place.
This certainly did not put the toad-like woman in a better mood, as she had Percy take detailed notes so they could deliver them to Cornelius. A few of the professors rolled their eyes at the duo; others chose to just ignore them.
"Before we bring this meeting to a close, is there anything else we need to discuss?" Albus asked.
"Right here, headmaster," Harry raised his hand.
Giving him a short nod. "Professor Potter, the floor is yours," beckoning the boy to speak.
After giving a cordial nod, "Now, as I'm sure a lot of you already know, there need to be certain changes at this school, starting with the number of incoming students. Potential students have steadily declined, with many being forced to take a Ministry supplementary school. Can anyone explain why?"
McGonagall stepped in, "this is due to the student funds being stretched, and while I understand where you're coming from. The simple truth is that the funds are stretched thin as there is not a lot of money to help the students." She frequently discussed this topic with Albus and the Board of Governors, but each time they refused the motion to release more money to the school's budget.
"Exactly how much money does this school require to stay open? Doesn't the board record how much each student gets to cover the supplies and tuitions?"
Minerva thought for a couple moments to explain how the school's budget worked, the tuition for each year, the cost of supplies, and how they had to rely on the Ministry of Magic to make the difference. However, her cold and unpleasant demeanor in her voice and facial expression showed she never approved of this happening.
"No offense, professor, but that's a load of crap," Harry replied. "Approximately, the school receives between 38 to 45 new students each year. By my calculations, that doesn't meet the minimum requirements to fund the school."
"Believe me, Harry, this is something that's been discussed on many occasions, and while I personally agree with you. But, unfortunately, we have little choice as the last two wars were responsible for why there has been a drop in students. For this reason, we must rely on the Ministry to make the difference." Septima frowned as she never agreed with this.
Meanwhile, Delores was sporting a superior smile.
Harry, of course, knew better and suspected that strings were attached. "Be that as it may, the Ministry and Hogwarts are two separate establishments. The founders and original school board members wanted the school separate from any influence by the government. After so many years of debate, it was agreed that the two would remain separate and that the only correlation between them would be between the school, the board of governors, and W.E.A."
"For the time, we have little choice," a hint of finality from Septima brought the discussion to a close though her eyes said differently. She, along with Minerva and Filius, each shared knowing looks.
"The next order of business I would like to bring up would be the incoming students. Instead of bringing them in with everyone else on the 1st of September, I say we bring them in a couple days early before the start of term."
"That is not necessary. The children should enjoy their last few days before boarding the Hogwarts Express."
"Now, hold on, Albus," Filius interjected, "let's hear what Harry has to say. I, for one, see the potential in this decision."
Harry shot him a grateful smile, "I suggest this because it will give them time to get sorted into the different houses and provide them with a map of the school so they can familiarize themselves with the castle so they won't be late for class. Understand the rules."
"I, for one, like this idea," Bathsheda announced. "It would also be a lot easier as we would save a lot of time during the welcoming feast. Also, the professors wouldn't have to stop in the middle of lessons should the students arrive late."
The professors debated this, with a handful agreeing with the idea. That was until Pomona spoke, "there are two things we should address. First, how many days will they have to familiarize themselves, and who will supervise them while they're given the tour?"
"Why not the Head Boy, Head Girl, and seventh-year Prefects?" Poppy suggested. "The new first-years can come in three days early. That should provide ample time to sort everything out."
Several heads nodded in agreement. Dumbledore then cleared his throat, "it shall be put to a vote. All for bringing the students in an early show of hands." Most of the staff raised their hands except for Delores, Percy, Filch, Albus, and Aart, who was not a staff member. "Those opposed?" The remaining four raised their hands.
"Very well, by an overwhelming vote, the new first-years will be brought in three days early," Albus announced. "Professor Septima, myself and the four Heads of Houses will send out letters tomorrow morning."
"Good, then let's proceed," the youngest of them said, "we all know that the Prefects, Head Boy and Head Girl, and Captains of the Quidditch team wield power within their individual Houses. However, they hardly correspond with each other save for the meeting on board the express and meeting with the Professors to distribute punishments. Therefore I'd think it be prudent if they are provided with a classroom where they can discuss topics related to the students in their House."
Once again, it was put to a vote; this time, Dumbledore sided with him and even offered to let them use one of the unused classrooms.
"Another topic that needs to be addressed is something that should have been fixed years ago. The students who are muggleborn or raised do not know what is expected of them when it comes to their homework assignments. Their education in the muggle world is incompatible with ours; thus, they have no idea how to write proper essays. Rather than giving them an assignment after only one day of class, we should give them an example of what is to be expected."
This, too, was agreed upon by the professors as they'd noticed this as well. However, several of the students who were either muggleborn or raised had no idea what the teachers expected from them when it came to essays.
Soon Filius, Minerva, Severus, Bathsheda, and Pomona started voicing some new ideas. Beginning with the second-year choices for electives. They are only given general information about the subject, nothing too in-depth or why they can be useful to them in the future. The subject then came to the student's self-studying for subjects not offered at school. That was a core discussion that the staff has been pushing away for quite some time. This was soon followed by career advice sessions for the fifth year. Instead of having their Head of House explain the jobs and grades required, they would have them fill out forms, deliver them to the different fields they wished to be a part of, and ask for a representative to come down. Then finally came the topic of potential helpers for the hospital wing. Something that got the school matron's attention.
"I am perfectly capable of maintaining things in my wing, thank you very much," she said tersely and slightly offended.
"No one is questioning your skills as a Healer or medi-witch," Harry said, trying to assure her. "This is merely to help you and the other students."
"Explain," cocking her left eyebrow.
"There is no question that you are excellent at doing your job and have extensive knowledge. But the fact remains that you are the only person within this castle specializing in the Healing arts. There are many students who aspire to become Healers or Medi-Witches/Wizards either for the I.C.W, St. Mungo, Ministry of Magic Auror division. Others, however, will wish to add this subject to their O. and N.E. . Reaching out to the students will give them some hands-on experience and demonstrate what is to be expected."
"But many students will have no knowledge of anything to do with healing spells, potions, etc." She voiced. "I will likely be doing everything by myself."
"And that is precisely why you will be so good at it. To help them understand what it takes. This will also help you because if you've become too busy with writing reports, stocking up on potions, or busy with someone who is heavily injured, then there will be someone else on standby. It will provide you with some breathing room," he reasoned. "A multi-win situation; you'll be able to pass on your knowledge, get some help in the wing, the students will get some practical experience for their careers, have an extra N.E.W.T result added to their resume, and it won't cost the school any additional funds. What do you say?"
Poppy found it hard to disagree with his proposal as she would never actually say it, but she did like having the additional help. The people who volunteered to help her were a great asset. She also heard from her colleagues that they scored exceptionally well on their exams. Before becoming the matron of Hogwarts, she traveled to Egypt, where she worked as a Medi witch for a couple of years. The pay was decent, and there were many benefits, but she eventually returned to be close to her family.
She leaned back in her seat with a smile. "I find this agreeable. Shall we vote?"
Everyone, even Delores, Percy, and Filch, agreed with the proposal. Not that anyone couldn't see, but Poppy was really happy about the prospect of having some additional help.
"That is all I have, headmaster," Harry turned to Albus.
"Then we are adjourned." He stated, a bit relieved the meeting was finally over. Filch, Delores, Percy, Aart, and Poppy left the room. As soon as the door closed, Albus released a long sigh. "Harry, I know you do not like me. You have no respect for me or what I say. But I must ask that you not antagonize Delores or Percy. The tension between the school and Ministry has always been present, but it's grown tremendously. You're a smart young man who should see why they are here."
"Trust me, I know what's going on," Harry replied in a neutral voice. "Fudge wants eyes and ears in this school and is looking for a way to strip us of our power. The blithering idiot wants to rebuild his reputation and get back into the people's good graces. He sent his dogs in a foolish attempt; that bitch cunt Umbridge has no right to be here."
"On that, we agree," Dumbledore nodded his head. "She is an unpleasant woman who wouldn't have made it through the gates. However, the situation is a lot more delicate than what it appears to be."
"Well, look at that. It appears that we can actually agree on something for once. Shoot, hell must have frozen over," he joked, earning a chuckle from Filius and a rare smile from Minerva. "All jokes aside, know this if either Fudge or Delores decide to go to war with me, then they'll get a response they won't forget."
Rising to his feet, "if you'd excuse me. I need to go see my new office and quarters." Leaving the room as he was also going to place a call to the Board of Governors.
Severus looked at Albus, twisting his lips, "you know they're going to come after him. Fudge may have agreed to stop his smear campaign against him, but he does have other methods."
"Yes, I know, Severus," Albus massaged his temples, "however, the situation is out of my hands. Despite my warnings to leave him be, Cornelius has sworn a personal vendetta against Harry. This will no doubt be a difficult year for us all."
"I still cannot believe we have to put up with that woman," came an irritated Pomona. "She's a horrible person in every sense of the word. If she chooses to go after Mr. Potter in any way, she will not get any help from me."
"Nor me," Filius's pleasant demeanor vanished completely. "Mark my words Albus; if either Percy or Delores do anything to Hadrian, then it will not be pretty."
"Rest assured that I will do what I can to keep them apart. Percy will not be so difficult as I believe that after today's earlier encounter and what happened during the trial should keep him away. Delores will, on the other hand, be more difficult."
Oh, he could already tell this year was going to be a long and difficult adventure.
A/N: As expected Dumbledore tried to recruit Harry to join the Order of phoenix with the hope of gaining money, resources, credibility, etc. The entire Weasley family now know that Harry and Daphne are together. Ginny was certainly devastated to learn that he was off the market and dating a Slytherin. In this writers professional opinion I never trusted the Order of Phoenix as they barely accomplished anything during the last war. They along with several members of the Weasley family were racist arrogant hypocrites.
Though, I've always liked Alastor Moody and Kingsley Shacklebolt. They've never strike me as enemies. Also please consider this victory and defeat are measured by the smallest of details, rather than simply attacking with overwhelming force right off the bat. A person should carefully study their opponents to predict their next moves. I strongly recommend reading the Art of War it has some killer insight on how to fight a war.
The staff meeting says it all; Delores and Percy were tasked with gathering intel about Dumbledore's plans under the pretense of teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. Little do they or Fudge know that the worst is yet to come.
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Next Chapter: Making plans for the future.