Malfoy went for his wand, and Harry stepped into the aisle between the tables, everyone else ducked under the tables…

The first spell came from Albus' wand, a stunner. But Harry drew Blackthorn from his belt holster in a cross draw and deflected it back at Snape.

Draco fired off the Tap-dancing hex that Harry sent at Weasley as he spun the wand into a staff. The Ginger tapped into the Hufflepuff Table, flipped over it, and hit his head on the far wall knocking himself out.

Next was two spells from the high table. Albus threw a disarming hex while Snape threw a binding jinx.

Harry climbed up the Ravenclaw table, stepping over the [Expelliarmus] as he swept the staff before him, catching the spell with the head and slinging it at Draco.

The Albino Scion was struck in the chest, bound shoulders to ankles and tossed into the wall behind him.

Harry continued the Staff sweep as he spun and fired his own [Expelliarmus] at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore thinking his Wand was both his and superior… tried to deflect the spells back at Potter.

He was wrong.

He was knocked back into his throne, as the wand was launched into the air. He went backwards, thone over the King.

Harry snagged the Elder Wand from the air and tucked it into the wrist cuff beside Holly, before turning to face the real threat.

"It's just us now, Potion Master." Harry smiled evilly. "Can you finally put a Potter in his place? Or will you lose to another?"

Snape sneered. "You have changed wands, taken the Elder Wand, and yet you use that stick." He jabbed his wand at the staff. "Care to explain."

"The Elder Wand, a legacy wand of my House has burned its way through History since it was Crafted. It is time it was returned to Our Vaults. It never again will harm the innocent, directly or otherwise." Harry Roared.

"No!" Albus blew the Throne off his back, and 'jumped' to his feet. "I will never allow that Wand Fall into His hands!"

"Of course it will never fall into his Hands, Old Man!" Harry crowed. "It never would have been an Issue if you had kept your broken nose out of matters that didn't concern you. Lily would have been strong enough to keep him at bay if you had not tampered with them! They died because you had to direct the Prophecy rather than let it play out!"

"You don't know what you are talking about, Potter!" Snape sneered.

"Oh… your bargain with this old goat." Harry set the staff beside him. "What if I told you that He directed, by use of mind magic, the use of Pettigrew as the Secret Keeper. That He charmed James to leave his wand out of reach and them to lower their guard that night? That He put Her under Riddle's Wand, knowing that She would embrace Death rather than step aside, even if it only bought me one. More. Minute!"

Snape lost all colour in his face as he stumbled back into his seat.

Albus Dumbledore roared in rage, and called on his Familiar.

APLB

From where they were standing, the four Cosmic Beings peered into the viewing pool a mortal might mistake for a birdbath.

"He both acted faster and slower than expected." Magic purred.

"By just touching the Death Stick, The Tapestry tightened its weave." The twins chorused. "It will never again kill. It is but a stick of Alder, locked in time, it is indestructible and will never again know the touch of Magic… in the mortal realm."

"So… The First Task is Done." Death murmured.

"Even now, Albus moves to counter Him." Magic sneered. "I will lean on my Avatar."

"Your Avatar?" Death asked.

"An Old Friend who was powerless to act in my Name as the Contract was held to

… By Word and Intent." The Nubian Goddess smirked.

The eyes of the twins glowed. "For Meddling in matters beyond his purview we bind his options."

"Let's see how this plays out." Death whispered.

APLB

The Hall was filled with a Bright light as Fawkes exploded into the Air above Albus…

The Hat of Hogwarts in his talons.

The Hat landed in front of the Headmaster, as the burning bird soared to land on Harry's left shoulder. A second flash behind him heralded the arrival of a While Phoenix that landed on his right shoulder.

"Albus Dumbledore. You have been found in violation of your Oaths of Office. Your Resignation has been Accepted. Your Responsibilities Passed to Your Succeor. Your Privileges revoked. Your Belongings are being packed. You are allowed to walk out now, or you will be Ejected with Prejudice." Hat cried to the whole Hall. "Minerva McGonagall. You are called to Head Hogwarts. We will take your Oaths and name Your Successor tonight. Potter, as Our School Champion, Remove the Pretender before Dawn."

"School Champion?" The DIM Headmaster roared as he sprung to his feet.

The Hat twisted to yell at the Fur Capped Headmaster. "Shut it, you DIM KNOB END! Our Tournament Champion is still Diggory. Potter has, for the last three years, dealt with and removed the Yearly Threats to the School and Students. We have Named Him School Champion both because he has been the Target of The Perpetrators and because he has led the Charge to End Them."

A slow motion at the corner of his Vision drew Harry's attention. As Moody's Wand cleared his coat, Harry was already moving.

A silent and still Binding Hex was thrown at the lad, as a button was banished shortly afterwards.

Harry, grabbing his Staff, threw the balance of the birds off and they cried before flashing into the rafters.

The Hex was returned with speed, as the button was banished at Albus. The Binder caught Moody dead center of the chest as the button slammed into the first chakra of the bearded former Headmaster.

Moody went down in a pile of limbs and leather cords.

Albus was not so lucky.

He just vanished in a swirl of blue light.

"Bones." Harry sighed. "Call the Director. I finally remembered why the smell of Moody's aftershave bugged me. Potion Master, please check his hip flask."

"Mister Potter." McGonagall rose to her feet. "Please explain what, by Morgana's Mamms, is going on."

"Tonight, Headmistress." Harry bowed his head. "After your Oaths and to the Heads of all Schools involved." He stepped down from the table. "Now if I may, I have a few Witches I need to comfort." He raised his eyebrow at Pansy, but she barely shook her head. "Goyle, Crabbe, drag the little bitch to the Infirmary.

"Derf, take your test subject too. Your twin needs to talk to the Headmistress. I believe that her Advancement means that the new Head of Gryffindor will be resetting your limits of Managed Mischief." Harry looked around the Hall as the Students stood up from under the tables. "As I waited until everyone other than Weasley was finished, and the gossip queens will need everyone's point of view to get the right spin on their theories… Everyone to the Common rooms?"

McGonagall made a face. "Dismissed. Black, Karkaroff, and Olympia. Join me. Vector, grab the Weasley Twins and escort them, first to drop their brother off at the Infirmary and then to the Headmaster's Office."

Harry spun the staff, and holstered the Blackthorn wand as he turned and approached the Witches at the end of the Table. "My Ladies." He kissed, first one twin Witch before the other. "I know that didn't go as I planned, but when we meet up later… I will let you choose the broom closet." He kissed their cheeks and turned to Daphne. "I will take your request under advisement. You will have my answer in the morning. Granger, Bones, you're with me."

At the first landing he stopped to let Hermione and Susan catch up. As the rest of the upper dorm students passed, Harry leaned on the railing, watching the foyer below.

It took ten minutes for the director to arrive. A black man in African print robes under his red dragonhide robes, a pink haired punk teen, and a witch with her gray hair in a tight braid following her wake. Spotting the lad above, leaning beside her niece.

"Susan Bones. What are you doing up there after calling me?"

"My fault Director." Harry moved to resend the stairs, Susan rushing past him to hug first aunt and the then witch with the braid. "I finally remembered why Moody's aftershave bugged me."

The black auror rumbled. "Moody doesn't wear aftershave. The smell could give away his position."

"Especially if you smell of polyjuice." Harry spat.

That got the black man moving.

"And how do you know what polyjuice smells like?" The braided witch asked.

"What is the time frame before the use of polyjuice can't be held against me?" Harry smiled at her.

"Six months if there was no harm." The pink haired lass spoke up. "Then we use the statute of limitations of the other crime."

"Back in second year, Hermione brewed up a batch. Ron and I used it to sneak into the Slytherin Common Room, looking for clues about the Heir and the Chamber of Secrets." He frowned at the pinkette, "And we found nothing."

Sue frowned up at Hermione, "And why weren't you with them?"

"Tell her or I will." Looked up at her too. "I liked how they look." Harry smiled at her.

Hermione blushed before her ears popped up on her head.

"We learned to double check where your sample came from." Harry smiled ruefully, "Thankfully it was from a kneazle, it could have been from something else." he locked eyes with Hermione, "It could have been from Malfoy."

The girl's snort of amusement answered what she felt about that.

"Why were you looking into the Heir?" the Director asked. "And why is this the first I am hearing about this?"

TBC